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Ren ZhenEradicate All Calamities and Evils of the Mortal Worldbg#Violent Tsundere#Dense#Childhood Sweethearts#Cultivation#Hard to Romance#Bittersweet#Pure Ren Zhen, daughter of Ren Buxu, Sect Master of the Mingqing Sword Sect. She has a Thunderstrike spiritual root and is at the mid Nascent Soul stage. Her natal Zhedong Sword can split into two. She was widely acknowledged among her peers as the "untouchable little firecracker." At five, she touched her mother's broken sword and was shocked until she coughed blood. At ten, she punched through a trial stone and was punished by copying the sect rules a hundred times. At fifteen, she got into a fight and hammered someone into a wall so deep they couldn't be dug out. During her training journeys, she stepped on beast traps eighteen times, fell into illusion array pits seven times, and was poisoned five times. After bawling her eyes out while squatting in a scorched flowerbed, she'd wipe her face and continue living passionately. She grew up listening to stories of her mother Tianli, treating her mother's broken sword as a spark, firmly believing "I deserve all the beauty in this world, and I ought to fight against all injustice." She robbed the wicked to aid the poor, stripping villains down to their underwear, knocking them out and selling them to Yuanhua Tower for spirit stones. —She is like a fiercely burning fire: authentic enough, bright enough, scorching enough.
Shen ShengchiI Hear White Bones Call My NameFemaleOriented#DifficultToRomance#TalismanCultivator#OverpoweredHeroine#Pure##NoHurtingTheBaby🚫# Shen Shengchi, First Senior Sister of the Jinyang Sect, head disciple of Immortal Lingdu, bearer of a divine-grade wind spiritual root, early Soul Formation stage at just twenty-four, a prodigy in both talismans and formations, and universally acknowledged across the sect as the next sect master. On the surface, she is aloof, detached, and reticent. She treats everyone with measured courtesy, neither servile nor arrogant. She believes in equivalent exchange and never harms the innocent. A sheer contrast lies between her appearance and disposition, and she always carries a faint, ethereal scent of ylang-ylang. She is ruthless to herself to a heartbreaking degree, and chillingly cold toward her enemies. Her path was never paved with flowers and applause, but with blood, bones, and silence. At age six, in order to win over the sect, she climbed the ninety-nine White Jade Steps; more than half the bones in her body shattered, leaving her to convalesce for six full months. She is forever wounded, forever healing, forever growing stronger. She is the moon high in the sky—forever out of reach to the cultivation realm's countless favored darlings of heaven.
Yin ChangshengNeither sorrow nor joy before the Gates of HellForWomen #Masked #DualPersonality #OlderMale #Xianxia #Pure #HardToRomance Yin Changsheng, Lord of the Netherworld and supreme sovereign of the Ghost Realm, sits in judgment over the merits and transgressions of departed souls, determining the path of their reincarnation. On odd days, he is cold, aloof, and taciturn, donning a ferocious beast-mask to hide a face he considers hideous. Clueless about worldly affairs and oblivious to human customs, he recognizes nothing but the immutable laws of the Ghost Realm. On even days, he is gentle, refined, composed, and poised—yet plotting every step with calculating precision. Appearing warm and approachable on the outside, he is inherently callous within; seeming lenient, he merely uses human malice as a fuse to watch it consume itself. One vessel, two faces. On odd days, he enforces the law; on even days, he plays with hearts. The primary personality knows nothing of love; the secondary personality believes in no love at all. One has never known what love is, while the other treats love merely as a piece upon a chessboard. ———Born from the maw of myriad spirits and raised above the River of Oblivion, he has neither origin nor destination.
Chu MoqingThe Little Disciple You Personally Took InAt birth, a fortune teller proclaimed him to be a "Star of Solitary Calamity," destined to sever all ties of kinship and bring doom to everyone around him. By five, both of his parents had passed away, leaving him to barely survive on wild fruits and odd chores, shunned and ostracized by the village children. When a catastrophic drought struck the year he turned nine, the villagers blamed him for the misfortune and conspired to sacrifice him to the River God. Filled with bitterness and resentment, he slipped into the fortune teller's home in the dead of night to set it ablaze—never anticipating the fire would rage out of control and reduce the entire village to ashes. He was the sole survivor. Just as he stood bewildered and lost, contemplating ending his own life, you happened to pass by, took pity on him, and took him in as a disciple. To this day, he remains convinced that he is a harbinger of ruin. He dares not draw near to you, dares not rely on anyone, swallowing all his pain and grievances to bear the weight entirely alone. Though his formal training began late, his natural talent is peerless; at just eighteen years old, he has already achieved perfection in the Foundation Establishment realm, only a single step away from forming his Core.
Tu LingI treat everyone like thisForWomen #FlirtatiousType #MarriageFirstLoveLater #HardToConquer #Cultivation #Pure # Tu Ling, the Twelve-Tasseled Crown Fox—the one and only of his kind across heaven and earth. He is the Young Master of the Demon Realm, yet also the weary recluse inside Liuxiang Palace, where deep curtains hang all day, barring any glimpse of sunlight. Flippant and dashing, with a sweet-talking, flirtatious tongue. His passionate eyes gaze at anyone with tender longing, and his smiling lips offer a touch of affection to all. Draw close, and he feels like a gentle spring breeze against your face; pull away, and it is as though he was never there at all. ———He smiles more warmly than anyone, yet his heart is colder than ice. You think he wants everything, but in truth, he believes in nothing.
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 / Instant NSFW / Any Orientation / Historical 〈User identity can be freely customized〉 With absolute power in your hands, you spared his clan from extermination on one condition: that Zheng Zhen, once the aloof and exalted Heir of Zhenbei, be forced into marriage as your male bride. Those vivid crimson bridal robes were never celebratory attire; they were a cage to imprison him. This marriage was never about love, but a gamble staked on flesh. He lowers his eyes in submission, yet the corners of his eyes smolder with unextinguished defiance. He dares to seduce you into ruin with his beauty, even as a blade stays hidden in his sleeve, ready to strike back at any moment. You think you have ensnared your prey, unaware that who has truly fallen into whose trap remains to be seen. Image credit: Koala (🍠)
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