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Mirror in the Dust

In the 170th year of Yong’an of the Great Wei Dynasty, a secret scandal broke out within a princely household, one that shook both the imperial court and the immortal sects alike. The only son of the Northern Garrison Prince, infamous throughout the realm as utterly worthless and rotten to the core, was in truth the lowly son of a stable slave, switched at birth years ago by the Demonic Sect. The real heir, meanwhile, turned out to be a true disciple of a Sage, newly appointed top Scholar, having already cultivated a breath of Righteous Qi of the Vast Heavens. For a time, all of Great Wei erupted in jubilation. People everywhere congratulated the princely household on rectifying the origin and returning to the source, on finally recovering their qilin-born prodigy. ....... “Yeah, it really is worth celebrating, if only this so-called fake heir weren’t me.” Gu Fangchen faced the Northern Garrison Prince and the true heir who had come to confront him, then glanced at the randomly assigned profession hovering above his head: [Emperor (1 day)] [Skill One: Mandate of Heaven (Passive)] [Skill Two: Power of Life and Death (Active)] That year, the Northern Garrison Princess Consort was still gentle as water, doting on her child to the point of indulgence. The Eldest Princess was cold as frost, proud and aloof, a single smile worth a fortune. The Younger Princess was sweet, foolishly adorable, obsessed with heroic young knights, and most of all despised shameless villains. The Grand Princess struck fear across battlefields as a peerless war god. The female State Preceptor could overturn clouds and rain with a mere turn of her hand. The moment Gu Fangchen opened his eyes, he knew it: He had transmigrated to become an emperor. Those who follow me shall prosper. Those who oppose me shall perish.
ExoEight_ · 19.5k Views

After Master Started Slacking Off

Read Chapters 1-100 on my Scribblehub (https://www.scribblehub.com/series/1756440/junior-sisters-cultivation-method-is-unscientific/) or google drive (https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1jNrD8R6WgZoKjqrOcIqzaY5gd9Hs9oHu?usp=drive_link) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mu Shiyue struggled through two lifetimes, only to be struck by lightning during her tribulation. Reborn once more, she became the sect master of a small sect known as the Wanxuan Sect. Although the sect was poor, her six disciples were good looking, spoke sweetly, hardworking, and absolutely lovable! She had her disciples cultivate diligently: one focused on alchemy, one on forging, one on drawing talismans... As for herself, she completely slacked off. Growing vegetables, tending flowers, petting little spirit beasts…What a carefree and leisurely life! Years later. Looking at the eldest senior brother, who shouted “My fate is mine, not Heaven’s!” while slicing meat with his life-bound spiritual sword and grilling skewers; The third junior sister, who hammered iron with one hand and beat up scum with the other; The fourth junior brother, whose face showed compassion as he tossed out explosive talismans; The fifth junior brother, who looked silly and easy to bully but made enemies so mad they spontaneously combusted; The youngest junior sister, who was spoiled, willful, and so rich she didn’t act like a human being; Then looking at the master, who was sitting aside eating and drinking, surrounded by spirit beasts... The reborn second disciple with memories from the previous life, clutching poison in hand and determined to save the sect, was completely dumbfounded. Didn’t everyone die in the last life? How did they end up becoming the number one sect??
FancyJunJun · 19.5k Views

[Romance] Lord Black Dragon Still Hasn't Hatched Today

Jasmine received "shocking" news: she had to marry the Dragon Ghost as his wife. But in exchange, after the marriage, she would inherit the entire estate, subjects, and territory of her husband. Jasmine was overjoyed: "Is there such a sweet deal in this world?" On the wedding day, she dressed up sharply and stepped into the magnificent cathedral, casting an affectionate glance toward her future partner. And then she saw... a Dragon Egg. The majestic Dragon Ghost was nowhere to be seen; there was only an egg lying there all by itself. Inventory of assets: A dilapidated castle, with drafty winds blowing in from all directions. Subjects: Three hundred skin-and-bone slaves who, at first glance, looked like walking skeletons about to collapse from hunger. Territory: A dead land spanning ten thousand square kilometers around the Dragon Valley, so desolate that "dogs eat stones and chickens eat pebbles." Jasmine knew she had fallen for the scam of the century, but unfortunately, the knights who escorted Jasmine here had long since "whipped their horses and vanished," running away a long time ago. An old butler, so aged he could barely walk, tremblingly stepped forward, waiting for the new Lord's instructions: "My Lord..." Jasmine held the "egg-husband" in her arms, and her rational nerves snapped: "I have land and people, could I really let myself starve to death?" Putting words into action, Jasmine rolled up her sleeves and officially embarked on the path of tilling the soil to get rich. Many years later. A strange town suddenly appeared on the mainland, rumored to be obscenely wealthy. From that place flowed exquisite fabrics, pure white porcelain, and sparkling jewelry... Anyone who had ever set foot there could not help but exclaim in amazement, while wandering poets competed to compose poems praising that prosperity until their throats were sore. A certain greedy King became overcome with avarice and brought a massive army, intending to seize the town for his own. The result? They were treated to the sight of a giant dragon descending from the sky to "pay them a visit."
Ngọc_Trần_3827 · 106.5k Views

The LAND Of The MISTS!

The Land of the Mist is a sweeping tale of reincarnation, betrayal, and the thin line between ordinary life and the uncanny. Once, he was Kokuro—a dutiful person who lived cleanly, worked responsibly, and tried to be the moral pillar his family could depend on. He died in disgrace instead: smothered in debt, abandoned by a wife who chose another, and disowned by the very sons he had sacrificed everything for. At the end of that bitter life, he swore that if fate ever gave him another chance, he would never be used again. He would live only for himself. Fate listened. Reincarnated as Emeritus Akihito, heir to the most powerful noble house in the empire of Serathis, he inherits a life of wealth, servants, and the kind of effortless luxury he once resented from afar. But the empire is divided—between the gilded boots of nobility and the crushed faces of the downtrodden—and Akihito has no desire to serve either side. His vow is simple: remain unseen, cause chaos, and reject the world. Yet his attempts at ruin twist into miracles. The fires he sets burn out corruption. The rumors he spreads topple tyrants. Each cruel act inadvertently ushers peace and prosperity. Legends grow around him, whispered in nursery rhymes and tavern songs. Children trade ghost stories of The Figure of the Mist, a shadowy trickster who walks in fog-shrouded nights. But Akihito knows the truth. That figure already exists. He has seen it watching him from the mist, faceless and patient. He has read its name in storybooks that should not exist. Every night the fog thickens, pressing closer, writing him deeper into a story that seems older than the empire itself. Slice-of-life serenity clashes with creeping dread as Akihito navigates noble courts, village festivals, and simple meals that feel like holy luxuries—while shadows coil, gods whisper, and the line between myth and memory dissolves. The Land of the Mist is a haunting epic where fate cannot be defied, only sharpened, and every act of rebellion writes another page in a legend already foretold.
Shyzuli_Lolz · 3.4k Views

Picking Up Attributes In Martial World

A top assassin dies after killing his own boss, and instead of staying dead like he should, he wakes up in a cultivation world that feels like it came straight out of every cliché he’s ever heard about. Broken meridians, bullied by clan members who look down on him, a father who gave up on him for a younger brother with better talent, and an engagement annulled with a beauty… or maybe not that trope. Nothing special. Just unlucky. When he finally decides to leave the clan and find his own path, he discovers something strange about himself. People drop attributes while doing things, and for some reason, only he can see and interact with them. A cultivator repeatedly tempering his body leaves behind things like— [Strength +6] [Stamina Recovery +8] [Body Tempering Progress +5%] An alchemist wasting herbs and ruining pills over and over drops— [Alchemy Talent (Low)] [Herb Identification +15] [Pill Stability +7] A swordsman practicing the same technique until his hands go numb drops— [Sword Muscle Memory +9] [Blade Intent Fragment] [Combat Awareness +4] And when someone dies, the drops become even more ridiculous— [Strength +321] [Death ×3] [Physique Fragment: Jade Bone] [Incomplete Cultivation Insight] All of it can be picked up by him. He doesn’t need cultivation talent, bloodlines, or a master’s guidance, because while others spend years training, comprehending, and risking their lives for small improvements, he collects everything they leave behind, whether it’s stats, techniques, talents, physiques, or even professions. In a martial world where effort, talent, and luck decide how far you can go, his path is simple. Let others work. He’ll take the results.
Blind_Seer · 155.2k Views