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Among the gods of the heavens, there was a famous laughing stock known throughout the three realms. Legend has it that eight hundred years ago, there was an ancient country within the Central Plains called Xian Le nation. The ancient nation of Xian Le had vast territory, abundant resources and content citizens. The country had four treasures: delicate beauties aplenty, thriving arts & literature, treasures of gold and jewels and last but not least, their renown Royal Highness the Crown Prince. This person, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince....you could say.... was a strange man. The Emperor and Empress considered him to be the apple of their eyes. They doted on him immensely and would often proudly proclaim: “In the future, my son will surely become a wise monarch, leaving a reputable impression for generations to come .” Yet, in the regards of what came with royalty, of riches, power and honor, the Crown Prince had no interest. What he was interested in, quoting the very words he often said to himself, was—— “I want to save the common folks!” The young prince cultivated in earnest. During this time, two short stories became widely circulated. . The first story occurred when he was seventeen years old. That year, the nation of Xian Le held a magnificent Offering to the Gods parade. Although this tradition had already been abandoned for numerous centuries, through surviving ancient texts and verbal stories, one could imagine the grandeur of the event.. Offering to the Gods day, Martial God Main Street. Both sides of the Main Street were overflowing with a sea of people. The aristocrats were seated on top of high buildings as they exchanged friendly chatter; while the imperial guards cleared the way with their impressive armours clinking. Young girls danced gracefully as their snow-white hands scattered flower petals like rain, filling the sky as far as the eye could see. It made people question whether the dancing maidens were more beautiful or the flowers themselves. Melodious notes sounded from within golden carriages and floated throughout the whole Imperial City. Behind honorable guards, sixteen white horses with golden bridles walked side-by-side as they pulled forward a magnificent platform. Located on top of the tall, magnificent platform was the focus of everyone’s attention, there stood the martial artist to perform a show to please the Gods. During the festive heavenly parade, the martial artist would adorn a golden mask, don splendid garments and wield a sword in one hand. He would perform the role of the first military deity in a millennium to have subdued demonic beasts——Martial God Heavenly Emperor Jun Wu. Being selected as the martial artist to perform such a show could be considered equivalent as to receiving the utmost honour, and thus the selection criteria was extremely strict. This year, the one who was chosen was none other than His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. The entire nation was convinced that he would surely be able to become the most marvellous martial artist to perform such a performance since the beginning of time. However, on that day, something unexpected occurred. During that time, the martial god on the magnificent stage was just about to land a killing blow on a demon. This was the most exciting scene, and thus the people on both sides of the Main Street were fired up with passion. The people on the city walls were also becoming more rowdy as they started outdoing each other in sticking their heads out to see, both struggling and shoving. Right at this moment, a young child fell from the top of the city gate tower. DISCLAIMER: This story is not mine, I did not wrote or own this, I really just want to share it to everybody. I am not the translator either. If you have means to support the author please do so. You can find this novel at novelusb.com PS. the cover photo are also not mine. Belongs to Mr. Google

When the threat of relegation looms over Mallorca, the team makes a shocking decision: hiring an unproven rookie as their head coach! Everyone doubts him, but the results defy all expectations. He’s José—a man who may look inexperienced but wields a mind capable of foreseeing the future. With unparalleled tactics and bold strategies, José rises to dominate the football world. Turning setbacks into opportunities, he slowly builds his legacy, leading Mallorca to unimaginable heights. In football, there’s God. And just below God... there’s me. I am José!

Getting to the point, “Proud Immortal Demon Way” is an incomparably long, golden finger against the heavens, harem greater than three digits, and with characters and scenes and a protagonist that even girls would like sort of cool cultivation novel. It’s the year’s best stallion novel, bar none! This book’s male protagonist, Luo Binghe, doesn’t walk the path of the lofty or the path of the waste but still manages to take thousands of readers in the literary network by storm, influencing countless YY novels thereafter. He walks a pitch-black path. But before he was painted black, he walked a bitter path. Afterwards, the deep reader Shen Yuan was immersed in contents documenting infinite slaughter, making the summary before the end of the book seem very brief. Luo Binghe was born and immediately abandoned by his parents, wrapped in white cloth, and put in a wood basin set into the water. After nine cold days, it was only because the fishermen in the river picked him up that he didn’t freeze to death in his early childhood. Because he floated among the ice floes and it was the season of ice and many waters, he was given his current name. He wandered the streets in his youth, starving, never wearing enough to be warm, having a gray childhood. A washerwoman working for a large family pitied the child and with no children at her knees, adopted him and treated him as her real son. The mother and son lived in bitter poverty, suffering the bullying of the wealthy. Under such unhealthy growing conditions since childhood, Luo Binghe’s character after being blackened only grows more twisted, full of grievances, with thousands of knives set to kill in his heart. What a good root buried here for a twisted character, Shen Yuan thought with a small laugh at his mouth. Just for a lukewarm bowl of porridge, he endured the beating of a noble son only to still be a step late, unable to rush home to let his mother eat a mouthful before she died. In a coincidental opportunity, Luo Binghe was selected by the number one cultivation sect in the world at the time, apprenticing under ‘Xiu Ya Sword’ Shen Qingqiu. He thought he was finally on the right track, but unexpectedly Shen Qingqiu is fair on the outside, foul on the inside; the absolute worst sort of character. He is jealous of Luo Binghe’s unparalleled talent, his heart always under siege to outperform his own disciples in cultivation, always taunting and bringing along others in ridiculing him. He only cultivated for a few years but it was already a heart-aching endeavor full of blood and tears. It was difficult for Luo Binghe to reach sixteen years of age, finally encountering the cultivation world’s grand ceremonial Immortal Assembly Conference held every three years. In this Immortal Assembly Conference, Luo Binghe was schemed against by Shen Qingqiu and fell into the cracks between the Demon Realm and the Human Realm – an endless abyss. As everyone knows, this is the true beginning of the story! DISCLAIMER: This story is not mine, I did not wrote or own this, I really just want to share it to everybody. I am not the translator either. If you have means to support the author please do so. You can find this novel at novelusb.com PS. the cover photo are also not mine. Belongs to Mr. Google

Pada tahun ke-23 era Tianxi*. Banyak desas-desus beredar di jalanan yang menyebutkan bahwa Penasihat Kerajaan Yang Maha Tahu menderita sebuah bencana besar dan terpaksa mengasingkan diri untuk fokus berkultivasi. Akan tetapi, diam-diam banyak warga bertepuk tangan dan bersuka cita. Pada musim dingin di tahun yang sama, seorang biksu muda muncul di kawasan Ningyang, Hui Zhou Fu. Biksu itu bernama Xuan Min, semua ingatannya hilang, namun dia berpengalaman dalam seni Feng Shui Kan Yuu**. Pada awal kedatangannya di Ningyang, tanpa rasa ragu dia mengurus sebuah kediaman berbahaya milik seorang bangsawan, membawa serta Xue Xian yang bersembunyi di tempat tersebut bersamanya. Sejak itu, Xue Xian yang sangat berkuasa sebelumnya mendapatkan tujuan hidup yang baru: yaitu mengambil nyawa Si Keledai Botak yang hanya berpenampilan bagus dari luar dan “tersenyum di kuburannya”. Xue Xian: Jika kau tidak bahagia, makan aku akan bahagia. Jika kau mati, maka aku akan tertawa terbahak-bahak. Xuan Min: … *Era Tianxi: Sekitar 1200 M (nama era di China selama masa kekuasaan Dinasti Liao) **Seni Feng Shui yang meliputi geologi, astrologi, membaca aliran energi dll

A hundred years ago, in the Daoist sect, a man named Zhou Tong ascended to the Yuan Gate, wielding the ancestral symbol of space. Emerging from the midst of the intermediate dynasties, he clinched the championship in the Hundred Dynasties Great War. Subsequently, with his cultivation reaching the Living Profound Realm, he slaughtered the three elder death Profound Realm experts of the Yuan Gate. What hidden secrets lie behind this event, and where did the ancestral symbol of space originate? All is revealed in this book.

bing tong is a young miss of the bing family after a very close shave with death orchestrated by her own father she reassess her relationship with her family and starts a whole new path to a new life.Her own life

Eight hundred years ago, Xie Lian was the Crown Prince of the Xian Le kingdom; one who was beloved by his citizens and the darling of the world. Unsurprisingly, he ascended to the Heavens at a very young age. Now, eight hundred years later, Xie Lian ascends to the Heavens for the third time as the laughing stock of all three realms. On his first task as a god, he meets a mysterious demon who rules the ghosts and terrifies the Heavens……yet unbeknownst to Xie Lian, this demon king has been paying attention to him for a very, very long time.

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Di festival makanan, cinta pertama suamiku mendorongku, yang sedang hamil tiga bulan, ke dalam tong minyak mendidih. Perutku langsung melepuh, cairan ketuban bocor dan menyatu dengan pakaianku. Suamiku bergegas masuk dengan seorang dokter, tapi tindakan pertamanya adalah dengan teliti merawat goresan di tangan cinta pertamanya. "Kembali ke triknya lagi, ya? Membakar diri untuk mencari simpati, lalu menjebak Primrose?" Dia melirikku dengan sinis dingin. "Kamu benar-benar akan melakukan apa saja untuk menyingkirkannya, bukan?" Dengan itu, suamiku dengan tenang membujuk cinta pertamanya untuk pergi. Sedangkan untukku, aku pingsan di lantai dapur yang bernoda minyak karena kehilangan darah yang besar dan rasa sakit yang menyiksa dari luka bakar itu. Saat aku membuka mata lagi, kekacauan meledak di dapur, dan aku merasakan dorongan kuat lain dari belakang.

How many of you can say that your dad is the national hero? And it has been 124 years since his existence but here I am, with a 99.9% DNA match as his daughter? I can't brag about it, or they'll call me crazy. But my dad is the coolest time-traveler extraordinaire, that is, aside from being an all-around genius that he is.