4.4Traversing into another world, Zhang Xuan finds himself becoming an honorable teacher. Along with his transcension, a mysterious library appears in his mind. As long as it is something he has seen, regardless of whether it is a human or an object, a book on its weaknesses will be automatically compiled in the library. Thus, he becomes formidable. "Emperor Zhuoyang, why do you detest wearing your underwear so much? As an emperor, can't you pay a little more attention to your image?" "Fairy Linglong, you can always look for me if you find yourself unable to sleep at night. I am skilled in lullabies!" "And you, Demon Lord Qiankun! Can you cut down on the garlic? Are you trying to kill me with that stench?" This is an incredible story about teachers and students, grooming and guiding the greatest experts in the world!
4.2The Immortal’s Poison is a modern wuxia novel, written by Cataclysmic Bean. This is the story of the young man Wen Leyang, born into the family with an expertise in the cultivation of the Art of Poisons. The enemy may not always be evil, and someone evil may not necessarily be the enemy. However, one thing is certain. Wen Leyang is a frank and honest young man, a delightful hero who possesses a kind disposition towards any living creature. Learn about his journey as he embarks on an adventure of cultivating into an immortal.
4.5A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants. Thanks to one small act of kindness, by providence she comes across a grateful friend; Fortunate that her mother, has done an unperceived good deed…. Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor… Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road? Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom. Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost, a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning. Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.
My birth It was an event in which the world began to succumb to my simple presence but it is not something that I decided for myself. Now that I have forgotten what it was and who was what only makes me wonder what I will do from this moment when I begin to see a different world from my prison. I am not a writer and I do not have wood to be a writer either I only write because I wanted to do something new, sorry for the spelling mistakes and I do not have many ideas when writing a novel so I really do not know what to say Thanks for reading anyway <3
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