“What did you just ask me?” “Cultivation is very difficult—are you afraid?” “The line before that.” “Do you want to cultivate?” Xu Xian paused briefly, then said, “Cultivation is fine—but enduring hardship is not!”
Lu Ming transmigrated just as he was about to “reach” the peak of his life—and he even came with a “protagonist” halo. But right at the start, he nearly starved to death at home. Firmly believing he’s the main character, he expects his childhood sweetheart to bring him food… yet the one who shows up is a big yellow dog instead. He kidnaps someone’s ancestral tablet, beats a reborn Immortal Emperor to death thinking he’s just a thief, and nearly bursts his dantian during cultivation—convinced it’s simply expanding… He lives by one belief: “I’m the protagonist—how could I possibly die?” But… is he really the protagonist?
After transmigrating into a beast taming world via a gacha draw, Liu Yi's first contracted pet is an Ice Fox. But her Ice Fox is a little... different. Not only does it train on its own initiative, it also has absurdly good luck — stepping up to do a ten-pull herself and landing a gold card. When everyone else's Ice Fox evolves into its ordinary form, hers evolves into a brand-new form entirely, growing two tails and stunning the crowd. Inside the Myriad Realm Secret Realm, she not only brings home a Dragon-type pet, but also gets chased down by a supreme-tier species trying to give her their egg. From then on, every member of her roster is one-of-a-kind. With a team full of extraordinary pets, Liu Yi sets off on a path to dominate the league. Opponents: This isn't fair! Liu Yi: Well... they really do just work that hard on their own. There's nothing I can do about it.
Programmer Bai Qingxue suddenly died from overwork, then transmigrated into a novel as its aloof female villain. Good news: her talent was maxed out, and her beauty was unrivaled. Bad news: she was currently being dumped. And yet, the plot after that seemed to go a little off-script. Why was the tsundere junior sister who was supposed to cling to the male lead always sneaking over to the cold pond where Bai Qingxue trained, blushing as she muttered, “Senior Sister looks so good when she’s cold as ice...”? Why was the sect’s holy maiden, who was supposed to weather hardships alongside the male lead, knocking on Bai Qingxue’s door late at night with a sacred healing medicine, her gaze complicated as she whispered, “Junior Sister Bai, your path should not be confined to this place.” Even the demonic enchantress who was supposed to turn evil later in the original story had now appeared early, wrapping Bai Qingxue’s wrist with a binding immortal rope and breathing softly by her ear. “An aloof fairy? I want to see what lies beneath that layer of ice.” Bai Qingxue looked at the “heroines” and “female villains” before her, all gradually drifting further from the original plot and growing stranger by the day, and fell into deep thought.
Nangong Jiyu, a special forces soldier, sacrificed his life to protect a child during a peacekeeping operation. Reincarnated after death into a world of swords and magic, he became a newborn named Tyr. When he was eight years old, a squad of knights clad in exquisite armor arrived at his home. Tyr learned that his family belonged to the high nobility—specifically, bearing the bloodline of House Callis, one of the empire's five Grand Dukes, known as the Grand Duke of the Sword. The reason for their arrival: the latest Grand Election was about to begin. All eligible children of House Callis were to be gathered and sent into the Sword Prison for training, from which the successor to the next Grand Duke would ultimately be chosen. Tyr: "So the position of Grand Duke Callis doesn't simply pass from father to son?" "Everything must be seized with the sword in your own hands?" "If that's how it is... my blade is sharp as well."
There are seven Witches on the Red Moon Continent. The First Witch cursed the night. Since then, no one has dared wait alone until dawn. The Second Witch cursed language. Since then, speaking one’s true feelings has become the greatest luxury in the world. The Third Witch cursed memory. Since then, whenever heavy snow falls, people forget who they are. The Fourth Witch cursed appearance. Since then, even those closest to each other may not see each other’s true face. The Fifth Witch cursed desire. Since then, the more one possesses, the hungrier one becomes. The Sixth Witch cursed flaws. Since then, imperfection has become more terrifying than death. The Seventh Witch cursed fate. Since then, everyone’s life has been written in advance. The world fears them, worships them, and calls them calamities, divine punishment, and unstoppable natural disasters. But no one knows that the birth of the Seven Witches was simply because one player grinded achievements a little too hard. He had been a saint, a mentor, a savior. He had also been someone’s elder brother, someone’s confidant, someone’s one and only. It was just that at the end of every relationship, he faked his death and ran. Five hundred years later, Hiso returned. Only this time, the former min-maxing player had become Sophie: a silver-haired, red-eyed vampire girl with trash-tier stats in all five attributes and maxed-out Charisma. Sophie: “Is there, perhaps, a possibility that Hiso is already dead?” The Witches: “That’s all right.” “We’ll piece you back together.”
The living beings of this world bear extraordinary bones within their bodies, capable of engraving and carrying countless wondrous arts. With them, they wield great power: conjuring fire and summoning wind, commanding thunder and lightning, swallowing the sun and plucking the stars, suppressing demons and imprisoning gods. These are... Divine Ability Bones. Those who possess them are called... Divine Ability Practitioners.
"What? Joining Tianyun Peak means I'll die?" "No way, I'm going to a different peak." Having transmigrated into a book, Wang Xuanyi learned that he would meet his demise if he joined Tianyun Peak, so he decisively turned right around and joined Tianzhu Peak instead. Even though Tianyun Peak was teeming with countless beauties, he dared not set foot there. As the saying goes, the beauties belong to the protagonist. Why would a minor supporting character get mixed up in that—unless he has a death wish? An aloof, breathtaking master, a haughty eldest senior sister, a gentle and considerate second senior sister, a petite and delicate junior sister, an adorable youngest junior sister... Sorry, Old Wang doesn't need any of that. He thought having an old geezer who loved alcohol like his own life and an obedient little Martial Junior Brother on Tianzhu Peak would be plenty. Until many years later...
Gu Ningyun transmigrated into a novel. And of all roles, she became the cannon fodder female side character—destined to have her spiritual root dug out by the heroine right at the start. So what should she do? Simple. She packed up and ran. What, the heroine is searching for her like crazy? No problem—Gu Ningyun is already busy looting all of the heroine’s opportunities. ………… Gu Ningyun joins the number one sect in the cultivation world—the Xiaoyao Immortal Sect. The Xiaoyao Sect has three ancient tenets: Only by becoming strong can one attain true freedom. To cultivate blindly without thought is no different from being a puppet. When caught up in endless competition, remember to pause and listen to your own heart. Later, at the Grand Tournament of a Hundred Sects— Genius A from another sect:“Wasn’t it said that Xiaoyao has extremely high standards and is super competitive?” Genius B:“Yeah. Otherwise, how do you think they beat you senseless across realms?” Genius A:“Then why are they playing music and grilling meat while we’re training?!” A passing Xiaoyao disciple chuckles inwardly— If you’ve never entered Xiaoyao, how would you understand its people? If you’ve never walked the Xiaoyao path, how would you grasp its Dao? Reach for the heavens with a single hand, Lower your head and listen to your heart. In every action, effortless and free— That is the way of a Xiaoyao Immortal. Later still, when a beast tide descends— Gu Ningyun holds talismans in her left hand and a sword in her right. A black bear demon:“??? Aren’t you a wind-element spell cultivator?” Gu Ningyun pulls out an iron pot, lights a fire, and starts stewing bear paws. “Alright, I admit it… I’m actually a food cultivator.” A passing righteous cultivator:“Talisman cultivator? Sword cultivator? Spell cultivator? Food cultivator? …Heh.”
I was imprisoned for five years by my yandere younger sister. After finally escaping, I was hit and killed by a truck. When I opened my eyes again— I had become the eldest son of a frontier duke in the empire. That day, my father picked up a baby outside the door. The moment the baby saw me, it burst into giggles!
“Senior Brother, why has your cultivation improved so quickly? Do you have some kind of secret?” “You should talk more with your cultivation technique and raise its affection level. Occasionally give your technique some gifts, then have special interactions with it during certain festivals. Finally, during the mysterious inner event of the technique, confess your feelings to it! Once the technique agrees to be with you and shows you its special CG, your cultivation technique will be perfected.” “…?”