old indian short stories

# HAPPY ENDING # 1V1 # DAILYFAMILYLIFE # POWERFULMINISTER # PURE PROTAGONISTS In his previous life, Xue Yan was a powerful minister. When he returned to seven years of age, he no longer wanted to be one anymore. He simply wanted to settle down in this ravine, be a farmer like his brothers, and grow crops like ordinary people, so that he wouldn’t end up as he did in his previous life. In that life, he had all the power in the world, but his family was not fated to have a good ending. Unexpectedly, his father picked up a baby girl. She was great in all aspects except one. She couldn’t be allowed to sneak out alone. Otherwise, she would bring back a great general one time, and bring back a prince with a different surname the next. She even rescued the empress dowager of this dynasty…Not long after, she brought back the Emperor!***Jiang Yu, the best commander of Area A in the wasteland age, had transmigrated through ancient times and become a three-and-a-half-year-old girl!

Tricked by a soothsaying mother, during the ghost year, ghost month, ghost day, and the wide-open Ghost Gate, I sneaked into the deep mountains with a Zhang Family heirloom, the Star Stealing Life-changing Talisman. By a mix-up of Yin and Yang, a devastatingly beautiful thousand-year-old female corpse absorbed some of my life force, and she awakened... Kids over 12, please watch this book together with the little buddy on your back, and don't block his view! (Note: don't turn back now, because he has also seen this text!)

Three-year-old Jiang Huailu transmigrates to find herself at the execution grounds! She opens her eyes. The guillotine blade is hanging above her head, swaying. Her parents are wearing prison uniforms. They stretch their necks long, waiting for the guillotine blade to fall. ... This is a world where devils prevail. Evil energy rages here. People shut their doors at night and only come out at dawn. The empire is in chaos. World order has collapsed. The monarchs are brutal. Wars break out. People are living from hand to mouth. The Imperial Preceptor predicts that a disaster is approaching. A devil will destroy the world, and the legendary savior will come to save them. The entire empire is looking forward to the appearance of the savior, searching for her... But the savior is only three and a half years old! Can the savior cry in front of the world-destroying devil to stop him? Three-year-old Jiang Huailu doesn’t really want to be the savior! ... Isn’t it enough to stop the devil from harming other people thereby making herself the only one to suffer? Saving the world indirectly is also a kind of salvation!

In an era where everyone venerates the gods, Lu Ran, a high school junior, reveres a mysterious being brought to him. From then on, the mortal realm gained a wandering believer. Gods fend off demons with slick maneuvers, exhibiting flamboyant skills unique in their own right, whilst Lu Ran knows deep down that he is genuinely a devout follower! The story begins in an old residential building...

In Indian mythology, the Three Aspects Deity suppressed the current age. Many Immortals cursed all the gods. Asuras, after millennia of arduous cultivation, would always attack the Heavenly Realm and beat up the Heavenly Emperor upon receiving a boon. "Arduous cultivation, receiving boons, beating up the Heavenly Emperor, why is Indian mythology always like this? I'm the one who gets beaten and suffers; I quit!" Indra, who had reincarnated as the Heavenly Emperor, was furious. And so... "Whoever loves being the Heavenly Emperor, be my guest; I'm not going to work!" Indra said. "Hey, hey, hey, the script isn't supposed to go like this," the Destroyer God Shiva said, full of question marks. "You've performed great meritorious deeds in the past. This position of the Heavenly Emperor is rightfully yours. If not, there will be chaos in the world!" the Protector God Vishnu said anxiously. "No, Heavenly Emperor, I'll give you a boon. Go quickly and beat up the Asura!" the Creator God Brahma spoke thus.

Absurd! Reincarnating as a newborn in a demon-infested world, the overturning system arrived 30 years early. [At 30, after enduring endless hardships, you have achieved nothing and remain a loner. Reward: Late Bloomer (Talent) - Effect: The older your bones, the faster you cultivate.] [Overturning mission: Defeat Chen Yuan at the sixth level of the Guiyuan Realm within a year. Reward: Swordsmanship entry-level] One-year-old Chen Yi looked at the content on the panel, then down at his small arms and legs, falling into deep thought. 'Damn! This system definitely arrived too early!' 'I'm only a year old, what good is the Late Bloomer talent now?' 'And Chen Yuan of the Guiyuan Realm...' ... Years later, war reports came from the frontlines. 'The Tianyuan Continent’s top ten martial arts prodigy, Champion Marquis of the Wei Dynasty, the Amorous Young Master, Sword Saint Chen Yi, slaughtered 100,000 demons on the battlefield of Taizhou Mountain to celebrate for the human race!' However, Chen Yi looked at the battlefield flowing with rivers of blood and shook his head: 'I’ve been making overturn since I was one, experiencing countless life and death situations to achieve my current cultivation level. It’s not surprising you can’t resist!' Those 'life and death' crises were terrifyingly daunting. The big brother at one year old, childhood sweetheart at five, senior brother at ten, princess at a tender age... Who understands my hardships? PS: Infant stream, system-arriving-early stream, light-hearted, humorous, passionate. PPS: Also known as 'Starting the Overturn as an Infant', 'Reborn as an Infant, What an Overturn! ', 'Talking is Useless, It's Time to Fight.'

When they first met, Tang Wan sighed, “The fifth young master of the Jiang family is just as the rumors said. He’s celibate, aloof, prideful, and is a man to be revered. Unfortunately, he’s so smart that he no longer has any will to live, which made him sickly, and he’s going to die soon… Later on, the fifth young master brought her into his room. When she came out, everyone stared at her in shock. Why was she crying? …… Later on, it was said that the fifth young master returned after he recovered from his illness, and he brought a girl back. She appeared pure and harmless, but underneath that harmless appearance, she was actually a spitfire that offended quite a number of people. But the fifth young master just said, “I brought her back, so I’ll let her do whatever she wants. If… anything happens, I’ll take responsibility.” His best friend gave him a reminder. “You’re going to be responsible for someone from the Tang family?” “Since she came back with me, she’s mine. She’s just a young girl and is spoilt. I have to take responsibility.” After Tang Wan married into the Jiang family, she only had one mission. She must give birth to his children before he died! Meanwhile, the fifth young master was puzzled. “You’re a gentle and shy girl during the day, so why are you so different during the night?” Tang Wan thought. ‘I have to make every second count. He won’t be able to live long.’ After she gave birth to his son and he became one year old, Tang Wan was prepared to become a widow. However… ‘Why isn’t he dead yet?’ Much later, the fifth master of the Jiang family asked her, “I heard that you’ve been looking for my death every day. Do you want to kill me by sucking me dry?”

"I've destroyed your face. Let's see how you'll seduce men now!" "I want to pluck all your hair too. Let's see how you'll seduce other married men!" The woman screamed while she cut off Mei Shu's hair. She then directly stabbed the scissors into her head and put an end to her pitiful life. Mei Shu had already been bedridden for over ten years. Her face was practically unrecognizable. Her four younger brothers were either injured, crippled, sick, or barely alive. This was all thanks to the woman next to her bed. Many years ago, Mei Shu's mother died in a car accident. Not long after that, her stepmother moved in with her stepsister, Mei Mu. Mei Shu's stepmother found a way to send Mei Shu to the countryside. After that, Mei Shu's stepmother and stepsister slowly took over all the Mei family's possessions. When Mei Shu was about to turn eighteen, they brought her home. The only reason they did that was to acquire the inheritance her mother left behind. After that, they kept plotting and scheming against her. They sowed discord between Mei Shu and her four younger brothers. Until the day Mei Shu died in the hospital, her brothers still had no idea she wasn't the one who started the fire that ruined their lives. After dying, Mei Shu refused to move on. She reincarnated to the time she was seventeen with her own system. She wanted to change her fate and rescue her brothers! In their previous lifetime, she and her brothers treated each other like enemies. In this lifetime... "Mei Shu, I'll do anything you tell me to," her first brother said. "Who dares to bully my sister?" Her second brother asked. "Mei Shu belongs to me!" Her third brother exclaimed. "Do you wish to marry my sister? Let's see if you have what it takes!" Her fourth brother uttered. [System: Quest completed! You'll be rewarded with a husband!"

The frail young lady of the Tang Family, raised for five years in the Daoist temple, was brought back home. Everyone harbored their own thoughts, preparing to welcome a delicate and sickly young girl, only to be met with a bright and shiny Little Baldy. She followed them around like a little tail, proclaiming that their days were numbered. Initially, the Tang Family resisted this, arguing that even if she wasn't a sweet and adorable child, she shouldn't be a nonsensical Little Swindler! Latter on, as the little girl, vexed and embarrassed the bad guys with talk of imminent retaliation, amid everyone's cries of alarm, she confronted them with a little dust whisk in one hand and a small clenched fist in the other in an attempt to 'conquer with virtue' on their behalf. The Tang Family, gradually freeloading: Delicious! ** In the wealthy Rong Family, with a century-old legacy, there were rumors that a precious young master resided within its vast estate, dressed in traditional Tang Suit, his wrist adorned with Buddha Beads, a figure everyone dreaded. One day, under the pear tree in the courtyard, on the recliner, lay a pile of fluffy yarn balls neatly placed on the knees of that always composed and sagacious youth who was almost bewitching. The Personal Guard was puzzled, as the young master's fingers were never known to touch even spring water. Then they heard the young master ask in a gentle voice: After much consideration, a fluffy hat seems warmer, don't you think? Which color do you think Jinjin would look good in, pink or multicolored? Personal Guard: ??? ** Rong Qing had known since he was young that he was different from others, with a heavy malevolence about him, calling evil spirits close. That is until he met Tang Jin wielding a little dust whisk, pinning Evil Spirits to the ground and pummeling them, while others fled in all directions, as she recited "the sea of bitterness has no bounds, turn your head to see the shore." Latter on, Rong Qing, touching her Little Baldy head, pulled her hand with a smile: Jinjin, would you care to save your brother as well? Seeing that you're so pretty, Little Milk Jin let herself be led by the hand, cooing with reserved pride: I can.

New Era 1832. The age of the demon hunter has come to an end, as monsters have nearly vanished from existence. Hewitt, the demon hunter, planned to retire early, but what followed was an onslaught of ancient, madness-inducing evil and hellish hymns, the most bewildering old dreams, and the alluring sounds reverberating throughout the stars. Old Gods, secret societies, undefined species from the other end of the galaxy, phantoms within the Time Gap, and the floating world behind the scenes. The undead Dragon King lingers at the edge of the Underworld; blasphemous, otherworldly life defying physics, and Lower Worton's magical reflections of Upper Worton. Hewitt strives to get his retired life back on track, casually exterminating the little insects he encounters along the way.