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Important Notice: This book will be in Hiatus because I wish to focus on my other book, MMORPG: Crowd Control! Thank you for your understandings! "I only harnessed a little bit of her yin energy, why is everyone trying to kill me?" Lee Tao cried aloud. ===================== Do you know what is the correct method to cultivate? Normal, old boring cultivation in a lotus position? Dual Cultivation with a jade beauty? Consuming alchemy pills to cultivate? If you had chosen any of the above, you’re wrong. It's none of those. The correct method is obviously to harness the cultivation of others for yourself. Why work hard when you can work smart? Lee Tao is the one and only Harness Cultivator who extracts the profound qi of other cultivators to strengthen himself and become unparalleled in the vast heavens without the need to lift a single finger. -------------------------------- Bonus Chapters 100 GT = 1 Bonus Chapter 200 GT = 2 Bonus Chapters 300 GT = 3 Bonus Chapters -------------------------------- Disclaimer: I don't like to info dump much so don't expect to know everything in a few chapters. So if you are the type to want the world building, character's personality, story line in a few chapters then this is not for you.

Your daddy's little girl, you get what you want when you want it, but when he goes to jail for drugs. You can't take it, but when he wants you to take over the family business. You don't know what to do. Will you rise to the top or go down trying. Like daddy always said "don't let nobody stop your hustle "

Jiang Jing travels through the fantasy world, incarnates a dynasty orphan, and carries a mysterious bronze mirror that can connect with himself in the future. Connecting to the future, omniscient and omnipotent, one step ahead… Various benefits emerged in his heart, and Jiang Jing couldn’t wait to make the first connection. Then…… Looking at the wandering spirit floating in the mirror, Jiang Jing was stunned. “The me in a hundred years…is actually dead?!” “Because of being under the curse of the emperor’s tomb, the practice is not smooth, and after death, the spirit is trapped in the emperor’s tomb for life, and he is lonely and lonely for the rest of his life?” Go against the trend and start from breaking the curse of the emperor’s tomb! … The arrogance of the sky, the force of all dissatisfaction.

In the world of fashion, a successful designer, Rosalind, crosses paths with Mark, a charismatic model with a hidden agenda. Unbeknownst to Rosalind, Mark is a skilled villain using his good looks to manipulate the fashion elite. Rosalind discovers Mark's true identity as their professional collaboration evolves into a passionate romance. Now torn between love and justice, Rosalind must decide whether to expose Mark's deceit and risk her own heart.

The nations of the realm have adapted to harness the powers of light. Initially this brought about unity in the wake of perilous shadow beast attacks from the Roots, however, amongst this calamity greed has become rife and division commonplace. Will a child from Grastella really have what it takes to restore the cohesion of old and reform the capital of Luxion?

The pain was the currency of this hellish realm, its stench permeating every corner. And there he stood, tall and sinewy, donned in a blood-red silk suit. His eyes, pools of pure darkness, pierced through your very soul. One glance from him, and he would unravel the deepest desires hidden within, his words sliding off his tongue with a mixture of velvety smoothness and bone-chilling menace, causing the hairs on your neck to stand on end. Lucifer, the master manipulator, had woven a tapestry of deceit to convince the world that darkness and evil were mere myths. With this ruse, he enticed unsuspecting souls into his dungeon, delighting in their pain and reveling in the macabre spectacle of blood splattered across the floor. At the same time, rats feasted upon the remains of the deceased. His eyes, so deceptive, lulled you into a false sense of security, making you believe his realm was the safest place. The mere whisper of his name struck fear into the hearts of others. As he strolled through the dungeon, his slaves, reduced to broken shells of humanity, begged for the release of Death. The anticipation of the unimaginable atrocities he would inflict upon them caused their hearts to race with terror. Lucifer Morningstar had transformed his son into a demon, a testament to the boundless depths of his cruelty. "Love has no boundaries," he sneered, reveling in the perversion of affection. Joshua and his sister, Tiffany, harbored secrets buried six feet under, with only the deceased aware of their weight. Lucifer's enemies swiftly dispatched, leaving no survivors to recount their tales, for being the most feared and ruthless figure on earth made his family a constant target. "You were a heartless asshole, and now your family will pay dearly for the lives you have ruined," a voice laced with vengeance declared. The consequences of his actions would be paid in blood and darkness, unleashing chaos upon all. "You took my family; now I will make you all suffer." The prison had shaped him into the monster he had become, confirming the shadows and tales whispered throughout his childhood as harbingers of his inevitable destiny. "Evil will always follow you wherever you go," he mused. "Dwell, but don't dwell too far, for my shadow will draw you back to where you belong. It's either with me or dead." Resisting only weakened the spirit, rendering one feeble. Tread carefully, but never forget to glance over your shoulder. Those shadows were not ordinary; they were your inner demons, your enemies lurking within. "I will pursue you, beckon you, and kill you if you dare to ignore me." "Feel your strength wane as your lifeblood drips onto the unforgiving concrete floor. But do not surrender, for you have lives to save," a defiant voice urged. "That's enough, Dad; now it's our turn." "Our turn?" Lucifer's laughter reverberated, echoing through the darkness. Yet, at that moment, he realized he had gravely underestimated his children. "Who will have the last laugh now, Father?" "Will we love you enough to spare you? Darkness courses through our veins, and your suffering will make us heartless and ruthless. We have endured enough; now it is your turn, Father." "You have spilled enough blood, and I will stop you, even if it demands everything within me. I am Nothing like you." "Your perfect life was never perfect, especially when you had to shield the one you love from your father." Welcome to Dark Honor, where the release of a swift death is more pleasurable than enduring the presence of Lucifer Morningstar.

Eldric McMillan is a recessive alpha born with wealth and privilege. He carries emotional scars from a childhood accident that left him vulnerable. Despite his family's constant care and warmth, Eldric has lived a fine life—until one night changes everything. Dressed in sleek black attire, the man's face was hidden behind a golden mask adorned with a frost pattern, leaving only his sharp eyes visible. Eldric left with a mix of feelings of amazement, interest, and curiosity. The setting was perfect for romance, the moon and stars shining brightly, but the scene was marred by bodies lying on the ground. As the silver-haired man moved closer, Eldric could smell a comforting, sweet fragrance emanating from him. A scent unmistakably that of an omega. “I will find you, my omega.” What happens when the unexpected occurs? When the warmth that once with him turns cold?

The statutes difference can be a lifetime margin but when love is the bridge, no fault can be seen. Diana, a hopeless lowlife got her story changed unexpectedly by her prince charming an ice-cold handsome bill whose son was never too loved. Can they win over despise their difference and challenges? Can love do all thing? What was Liam's little wife capable of? Was she even that little wife?

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!

Shocking! The rough husband is the hidden master in the time-travel novel. She is the sacrificial victim for the male lead's pursuit of true love, the pitiful person who transforms grief and indignation into motivation, the obsessive person who constantly wants to slap the male lead's face with money, the lemon essence contrasting the female lead’s gentleness and generosity. Xu Qinghuan: Emma, is this talking about me? Xu Qinghuan transmigrated into a book, into a time-travel novel written by her best friend, where her father died early, her mother remarried, and she was raised in her second uncle's home since childhood. Her cousin and fiancé are entangled? "Break off the engagement, whoever wants the central air conditioner can take it!" Her biological mother manipulates her with work? Isn't it just going to the countryside? The Great Northeast's black land is fertile, where every year you can lie on the heated kang and eat for half the year. Which corporate slave wouldn’t love it? Most importantly, there is a big shot she wants to cling to. Jiang Xingye is someone that even the male lead admires, the future global richest man, the hidden master in the book. After going to the countryside, Xu Qinghuan goes straight to Jiang Xingye. Her original plan was to be a little follower for the big shot and never thought of developing an inappropriate relationship with him. When the man gruffly raises his eyebrows and coaxingly tells her to hold on a little longer, she only wants to ask: What about being wealthy and detached? What about having a strong career ambition and no time for romance? What about being a 007 workaholic who doesn’t even return home?