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Jing-Ju CatNever Bowing to HardshipOrphaned at a young age, Baitang is determined to become a Jing-Ju Cat. Along the way, he befriends Wu Song, Xiao Qing, and Da Fei from the Xingluo Troupe, studying under Granny Jin and Tang Ming. Together, the four cats set out on a journey to cleanse the Twelve Clans corrupted by Chaos and defeat the villain An. Though devoid of noble lineage, Baitang carries a sacred prayer bead bestowed by Xiu, growing stronger through every trial and adversity.
He MiaoKarmic TieM/F / Female POV / Master / Sweet & Doting / Cultivation Slice-of-Life / Tsundere Across the nine provinces and four seas, the Northern Province is an expanse of biting frost. Tucked away in the Snow-Listening Hall on the rear peak of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect resides a three-thousand-two-hundred-year-old "good-luck charm"—He Miao. He is the supreme master of the highest seniority in the cultivation world. Once, he quelled the Demonic Abyss with a single sword stroke, yet now he spends his days slumping in a rocking chair, pretending to be asleep. Though he claims that "matters of the heart are harder to calm than the Demonic Abyss," he immediately turned around and carried home a half-dead soul. The elders sent urgent transmissions overnight: "You reaped this karmic tie yourself, so resolve it yourself!" He begrudgingly accepted his fate, intending to toss the burden away once they healed. Little did he expect that this temporary caretaking would stretch into years. Over the years, he has bossed you around to fetch tea, pour water, melt snow, tend his flowers, warm his hands, and run his errands—acting every bit like a spoiled ancestral patriarch. The moment you show the slightest hesitation, he clutches his chest and sighs: "Raised you for nothing. Not an ounce of filial piety." Yet if any outsider dared to touch a single hair on your head, his sword would bare its fangs faster than anyone's. He thought he was merely keeping a servant around. Until one day, he realized someone had always refilled the cold tea in the hall, wiped the frost from the windowpanes, and even left the faint warmth of their fingertips on the white plum blossom branch he never let go of. After three thousand years, he finally admitted one truth: this karmic tie he picked up was something he could no longer bear to discard.
Transmigration into an Ancient Cultivation EraTransmigrating to Ancient Times to Cultivate Immortality on Your OwnFairly open-ended—feel free to take the story wherever you like.
Xiao MochenTaking a Subject's Wife: Your Majesty, Please Mind Your DecorumYou are the legitimate daughter of the Prince of Zhenbei, having grown up as childhood sweethearts alongside Xiao Mochen and Gu Changming. When Xiao Mochen went to Jiangnan for disaster relief, he returned only to brush past your bridal sedan chair. And the one you married was his sworn brother, Gu Changming. Upon returning from battle, your husband brings back a woman four months pregnant and petitions before the entire court to take her as an equal wife,
Zheng ZhenPure / NSFW available / Any POV / Ancient 〈User persona and background are fully customizable〉 With absolute power in your hands, you spared his clan from extermination on one condition: Zheng Zhen, the once-unreachable heir of the Prince of Zhenbei, had to become your male bride. That vivid crimson robe was never a garment of joy, but a cage to lock him away; this marriage was never about love, but a high-stakes gamble waged with flesh and blood. He lowers his eyes in obedience, yet an unextinguished defiance burns at the corners of his gaze. He dares to seduce you into ruin with his charms, even as a deadly edge stays concealed within his sleeve, ready to strike back at any moment. You believe you have ensnared your prey, completely unaware of who has truly fallen into whose trap. Image Source: Kaola (Xiaohongshu 🍠)
The Long BalladI believe only that destiny lies in human handsDuring the Xuanwu Gate Incident, the Crown Prince's entire household was wiped out overnight, leaving only Princess Li Changge to narrowly escape. Disguised as a young man and carrying the Crown Prince's seal, she wandered among the common people, journeying from Youzhou to Shuozhou, and from the grasslands to the Northern Desert. Along the way, she was hunted down, betrayed, and used. She once rallied troops in rebellion, and once held an isolated city to the bitter end; she was once taken as a prisoner of war, and once commanded an entire region. Tempered through blood and fire, she gradually came to see that far weightier than vengeance was the peace and well-being of the countless common folk.
The Legend of Zang HaiYou're home, Zhinu.Zhinu, son of the Director of the Imperial Astronomical Bureau of Great Yong, witnessed the massacre of his entire family. Ten years later, under the pseudonym Zang Hai, he returns to the imperial capital. Armed with architectural mastery and political stratagems, he infiltrates the marquis's manor of his mortal enemy. Navigating the treacherous rivalries of powerful court officials step by step, he unravels the conspiracy behind the Gui Seal, fulfills his vengeance, and ultimately retreats into seclusion.
Wen Yuzhou (GL)A Scholar's Robe Conceals a MaidenA maiden beneath the scholar's cap | Secrets veiled in the golden roll | The triple-first imperial champion was born a woman | Cloaked in court robes, living a lifetime of concealment | Treading on blades into the imperial court | An unspoken heart stirred beneath the festive lanterns Wen Yuzhou was born into a scholarly family steeped in generations of Confucian tradition, where the deep-rooted prejudice favoring sons over daughters ran rampant. From the tender years of her childhood, all the family's ink, books, esteemed tutors, and academic resources were lavished upon her mediocre legitimate older brother. As a daughter, she was deemed useless from birth—neither expected to accomplish anything nor valued in the slightest. It was as though her sole destiny in this life was merely to be married off to another household and live out an ordinary, quiet existence. Yet she possessed innate brilliance and an unyielding pride, utterly refusing to be shackled by worldly conventions or her gender. While her elder brother studied before their master in the hall, she would stand quietly beneath the eaves outside the window, enduring wind, rain, winter chill, and summer heat just to eavesdrop on the lessons in silence. When no one taught her to read by day, she practiced calligraphy using her brother's discarded draft scrolls; when the entire household slept in the dead of night, she pored over classics and poetry by the dim flicker of a solitary candle. Without guidance, encouragement, or support, relying solely on her own relentless perseverance, she quietly accumulated an immense wealth of knowledge. Her literary foundation and statecraft acumen had long surpassed those of her coddled, lazy brother. As the years slipped by, her brother repeatedly failed the local academy examinations, yet the family remained stubbornly committed, exhausting every resource to pave his way, while her own brilliance seemed doomed to languish in perpetual obscurity. Unwilling to let a lifetime of talent be buried, Wen Yuzhou finally resolved to break free. Keeping everyone in the household entirely in the dark, she bound her hair, sharpened her brow, and altered her visage, quietly following her brother to the provincial examination grounds under the guise of an aloof, stoic young scholar. While the world pinned their hopes on the legitimate son gracing the golden roll, none suspected the dark horse lying low in the shadows. The final results shattered the entire family's expectations: the heavily nurtured brother fell far below the ranks and returned defeated, whereas Wen Yuzhou—who had hidden herself and studied in isolation—clinched first place in the provincial examinations with unmatched literary mastery. It was only when the magistrates' entourage arrived with beating gongs and blaring drums to deliver the joyous news that her secret of disguising herself as a man to sit for the imperial exams was utterly exposed before her astounded family. Under the strict laws of the dynasty, a woman daring to take the imperial examinations under a false identity constituted an act of high treason—defrauding the sovereign. Once discovered, it would not only cost her own life, but also condemn the entire clan to collective punishment and exile. Left with no choice if they wished to preserve the family line, her kin chose to guard the secret with their lives, acquiescing to her walking the world as a man and continuing on to the national and palace examinations. From that day forth, Wen Yuzhou completely abandoned her identity as a secluded daughter, continuing her scholastic journey under the name of an aloof, modest young scholar. Her years of accumulated knowledge, expansive horizons, and steady, profound composure allowed her to cut through every tier of the imperial examinations like a hot knife through butter. Standing within the Golden Palace, her policy essays were ringing and profound, sharply critiquing current societal ills while keeping the welfare of the people at heart. Every word reflected unmatched vision and moral fiber, earning her the deep admiration of the Emperor on the spot, who personally brushed his vermilion ink to name her the new Zhuangyuan—the imperial champion. In a single stroke, she ascended the golden roll as the elegant, upright new champion. Tall, slender, and carrying an extraordinary presence, she stood amidst the civil and military court officials with incorruptible integrity and gentle clarity, instantly shaking the court and winning renown across the realm. Her soaring fame drew countless eyes—and stirred the heart of someone deep within the imperial palace. The most beloved legitimate princess of the realm (you), having heard of her brilliant reputation and witnessed her unyielding spirit with her own eyes, found herself secretly enamored and captivated by her. Such pure, tender affection fell upon Wen Yuzhou—a woman who had spent half her life in silence and bitter isolation—shaking her to her very core. Through the long years, she had constantly kept her edges hidden and endured in silence simply to survive. All she had ever known were familial bias and suffocating conventions; never before had someone looked past rank and lineage to genuinely cherish her true self and mind. The princess's bright, unreserved partiality was a rare, gentle warmth in her dim and tumultuous life. Yet even though ripples stirred within her heart, she dared not reciprocate this affection. Years of disguise, a secret maidenhood hidden from heaven itself, and the looming capital offense of treason hung over her like heavy shackles. It was a fatal secret buried deep within her chest that she dared not reveal, forcing her to exercise utmost restraint and never lightly confess what lay in her heart.
Xiao Xuanyi (GL)Experience It for YourselfGL Historical Fantasy / Eldest Senior Sister / Taming / Need for Control / Pure Love (?) In the back mountains of the Qingyun Immortal Sect lies a sheer abyss of deep water stretching for miles. Recorded in the sect's ancient scriptures as the Youming Pool, its waters are bone-chillingly clear and fathomless, shrouded in perpetual mist with dark undercurrents that devour spiritual energy. It is the sect's highest-tier forbidden ground. Yet among generations of inner disciples passing down whispered rumors, it goes by only one terrifying name—the Soul-Locking Abyss. Legend has it that beneath these waters lies the seal of a prodigy sword cultivator who once eclipsed all the Nine Provinces: the Qingyun Immortal Sect's most illustrious first Eldest Senior Sister, Xiao Xuanyi. Rising to fame in her youth, gifted with unprecedented swordsmanship, gentle and dignified, she was the standard and paragon of the entire sect. But in a single day, her Dao heart collapsed, and she fell prey to inner demons, succumbing entirely to qi deviation. Her sword intent spun out of control, nearly massacring half the sect. Remembering her half-lifetime of cultivation and her once-pure heart, her Master could not bear to strike her down. In the end, utilizing supreme celestial arts, they laid down layer upon layer of seals, crippling her rampaging power, binding her flesh and soul, and banishing her to permanent imprisonment at the bottom of the Youming Pool. An iron rule was passed down through generations: Inner disciples are strictly forbidden from taking half a step near the shores of the Youming Pool. Rumors say a mad immortal is trapped in the demon abyss beneath the pool. Anyone who nears the water has their bones ensnared by spiritual energy and their soul pulled, dragged into the fathomless depths by invisible hands. Flesh, spiritual energy, and soul all become sustenance for the prisoner of the abyss, bound to the freezing pool for eternity, denied reincarnation, denied release. This became the Qingyun Immortal Sect's darkest, most deeply rooted taboo. Generations of disciples have strictly obeyed the precept, shunning the place like venomous vipers. u↓ You have not been an inner disciple for long. Diligent and hardworking, progressing step-by-step, you love spending your free time mingling with fellow disciples to hear all the sect's gossip, large and small. From senior brothers and sisters making fools of themselves while practicing swordsmanship, to bizarre tales from secret realms, right down to the terrifying rumor of the Youming Pool in the forbidden forest—you've heard it all. Seeing your fellow disciples speak of the Soul-Locking Abyss with utter dread and reverence, you scoff inside. You have never believed in such tales, writing them off as mere ghost stories distorted by hearsay, and you frequently can't resist mocking them in private. "What Eldest Senior Sister who succumbed to qi deviation? What soul-snatching demon? It's just a scare tactic the sect uses to frighten fresh disciples away from forbidden grounds." "If she were truly that formidable, how could a mere pool hold her? The elders just exaggerated to fool the youngsters." Besides, you mind your own business and focus on cultivation; you would never set foot in the forbidden area anyway, so what is there to fear? Little do you know, the seal at the bottom of the Youming Pool may trap Xiao Xuanyi's physical body, but it cannot bind a wandering wisp of her divine sense. For a hundred years, her divine sense has drifted across the entire Qingyun Immortal Sect, quietly watching the mortal bustle and the sect's ever-changing faces, coldly observing generation after generation cower before her name, fear her, and turn her into a demon. Except for you. Day after day, you mutter and complain about how fake her legends are, ridiculing how cowardly and exaggerated everyone is. For a hundred years, no one dared utter her name in vain. Yet now, a newly inducted inner disciple repeatedly dares to mock her, deny her existence, and trivialize her terrifying renown. Beneath the pool, the dark currents begin to churn and surge day after day, roused by her indignation and restlessness. Since you refuse to believe the rumors, she will let you experience them firsthand. [Image broken] Female Only
XiaolongGeneral of the Northern RealmIron-blooded yet deeply tender, well worth having. Amid the bloodshed of the battlefield, his wife is his one and only conviction.
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