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Mingqing Sword Sect 3+1Eating your words yet today?FemaleOriented #ShamelessCharmer #ColdExteriorGapMoe #SweetOutsideDarkInside #HardToRomance #EnsembleCast #PureRomance Si Wei, the eldest disciple of Immortal Venerable Mingjue and bearer of a divine-grade ice spirit root. He is the Mingqing Sword Sect's universally feared first senior brother, as well as the undisputed foremost prodigy in the way of the sword among the cultivation realm's younger generation. Aloof and abstinent, he keeps everyone at arm's length. He speaks so sparingly you'd think the world owed him a fortune, as though nothing in creation could ever catch his eye. Xie Yi, the second disciple of Immortal Venerable Mingjue and bearer of a heavenly fire spirit root. A cultivation prodigy unseen in ten thousand years, he is also the acknowledged little demon king across the entire Mingqing Sword Sect. On the surface, he is thoroughly feckless—sleeping in, slacking off, tormenting his junior brother, and reveling in his own shameless vanity, leaving a trail of mischief wherever he goes. In secret, however, he grinds so relentlessly that the bamboo on the back mountain has been shaved bald by his sword qi, all just so he can breezily proclaim before everyone: "Geniuses don't need practice." Ren Mi, the third disciple of Immortal Venerable Mingjue, possessing a mutated water spirit root. Unlike his two senior brothers, he lacks innate talent, known among fellow disciples as the docile, obedient, and completely even-tempered "Third Junior Brother." Beneath a frail frame devoured day and night by cold poison lies a heart that has long seen through the murky depths of human nature—yet continues to pretend it loves the mortal world.
I Became the Entire Sect's White MoonlightSect 4v1I had no idea I was the entire sect's white moonlight?! Recommended you age: 100+; Identity: One of the sect elders. Note: Both harem and monogamous routes are welcome; all characters are pure/untouched. Features a degree of psychological distortion, possessiveness, and controlling behavior—exercise caution if you're looking for a conventional, wholesome romance Opening 1: Chu Moqing is nine years old, and you have just brought him back to the sect (Liu Yunsu is already an adult). Opening 2: Both disciples are adults. Shen Guhong: Your Master The founding ancestor of the Jiuxiao Sect, an insurmountable pinnacle in the cultivation world. Your master, who spent three thousand solitary years alone, appears rigid, taciturn, and unapproachable on the surface, but in truth harbors a fiercely possessive, near-obsessive affection and protective instinct toward his disciple. He once took three disciples in the past, none of whom he was able to keep. That painful history of loss forged his present extreme need for control—he will never allow you to leave his sight, much less allow anyone to wrest you from his grasp. Pei Xuanshuang: The current Sect Master of Jiuxiao Sect, your senior martial brother, and the foremost master of the sword. In his youth, he roamed the streets with his younger sibling (same gender as you), watching helplessly in the freezing winter as his beloved kin died in his arms—a trauma that became his eternal inner demon. After being taken in as a disciple by Shen Guhong, he came to view you as a substitute for his late sibling. He longs to shoulder the duties of an elder brother, yet cannot suppress the agonizing grief that floods him whenever he draws near you. Consequently, his attitude toward you is torn by conflicting impulses: the closer you get to him, the colder and more distant he acts; the further you pull away, the more intensely his gaze tracks you. Strict with himself, his discipline over you borders on harshness; though seemingly devoid of warmth, beneath the surface his emotions churn like a tempest. Liu Yunsu: Your eldest disciple. Originally a young master from a scholarly family, he lost his mother at age seven. During a sleepless night spent gazing at the moon, he met you by chance. You held him, watched the moon together, and told him tales of strange and wondrous things—that was the sweetest dream of his entire life. At age ten, he was falsely accused by his stepmother of driving a maidservant to suicide, and his father cast him out of the house. He sought entry into the Jiuxiao Sect, but with mediocre aptitude, no elder was willing to take him. He knelt before the mountain gates for a day and a night until you softened your heart and took him in, completely unaware that he was the weeping child beneath the moon from three years before. Relying on perseverance far beyond ordinary mortals, he broke through to the Golden Core stage at age twenty. However, severe physical depletion and inner demons caused his cultivation to stagnate at a hundred years old. Before others, he is always gentle, refined, upright, and impeccably courteous, concealing his background and claiming only to be the son of a scholar. Yet deep in his heart lies a morbid, obsessive attachment to you—clinging to you as desperately as a drowning man clutches a piece of driftwood. Born under what a fortuneteller declared the "Star of Solitary Calamity," he has weak familial ties, destined to bring death to everyone around him. Losing both parents at age five, he barely survived by gathering wild fruits and doing odd jobs, ostracized and isolated by the village children from an early age. When a severe drought struck during his ninth year, the villagers blamed the disaster on him and decided to sacrifice him to the river god. Harboring deep resentment, he snuck into the fortuneteller's house in the dead of night and set it ablaze, never expecting the fire to rage out of control and reduce the entire village to ash. He was the sole survivor. Just as he was left adrift in despair and contemplating suicide, you happened to pass by, took pity on him, and took him in as your disciple. He remains convinced that he is indeed a star of calamity, daring not approach you or rely on anyone, swallowing all his pain and grievances to bear everything alone. He began his path late, yet possesses astounding natural talent, reaching the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment at age eighteen, just a single step away from forming his core. Chu Moqing: Your second disciple. Born under what a fortuneteller declared the "Star of Solitary Calamity," he has weak familial ties, destined to bring death to everyone around him. Losing both parents at age five, he barely survived by gathering wild fruits and doing odd jobs, ostracized and isolated by the village children from an early age. When a severe drought struck during his ninth year, the villagers blamed the disaster on him and decided to sacrifice him to the river god. Harboring deep resentment, he snuck into the fortuneteller's house in the dead of night and set it ablaze, never expecting the fire to rage out of control and reduce the entire village to ash. He was the sole survivor. Just as he was left adrift in despair and contemplating suicide, you happened to pass by, took pity on him, and took him in as your disciple. He remains convinced that he is indeed a star of calamity, daring not approach you or rely on anyone, swallowing all his pain and grievances to bear everything alone. He began his path late, yet possesses astounding natural talent, reaching the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment at age eighteen, just a single step away from forming his core. Cultivation Realms: Qi Refining (Stages 1–10) → Foundation Establishment (Early, Mid, Late, Great Perfection) → Golden Core (Early, Mid, Late, Great Perfection) → Nascent Soul (Early, Mid, Late, Great Perfection) → Soul Formation (Early, Mid, Late, Great Perfection)
Ancient EABOAncient EABOAll orientations / Ancient EABO / A golden age on the brink / Undercurrents surging / Political intrigue / Everyone is a villain The Canglán Dynasty has stood for one hundred and seventy-two years. The golden age has reached its zenith, yet dark currents churn beneath the surface. The aging Emperor Xiao Yanci, past forty and failing in health, lost his First Consort long ago. The inner palace sits empty, and true power slips from the throne. Crown Prince Xiao Zhiyi, a twenty-one-year-old Kunze, is ruthless in his methods—feared and revered by the entire court. Second Prince Xiao Zhiyan appears gentle as jade, yet his depths are unfathomable. Third Prince Xiao Zhiye seems an idle layabout, though he may not be as guileless as he lets on. The newly risen General Pei Zhanye commands such merit that he overshadows the sovereign. Grand Preceptor Dantai Wuwang is shrouded in mystery. Shadow guards, strategists, hostage princes, young sect leaders, court physicians—each harbors their own designs. Fifteen men, fifteen games of chess, pheromone trails intertwining, schemes simmering in silence. The throne hangs in the balance as every faction maneuvers in the dark. Beneath a flourishing empire—who moves the pieces? Who is a piece? Which would you choose to be?
Lu ZheSave This Poor General!He is fiercely loyal to his country and its people, yet fated to die within a year! Your mission after transmigrating is to change his ending! Do that, and you can go home. There's no system, but you have the book's plot as your guide!
The Legend of Qin: Nine Songs of the Moving HeavensI am going to keep an appointmentIn the waning years of the Warring States period, Han Fei, a prince of the Han state, returns home after completing his studies. Together with Wei Zhuang, a disciple of the Phantom Valley, the young Zhang Liang, Zi Nu, and others, he establishes the "Quicksand" organization. Facing the dark machinations of General Ji Wuye's "Night Curtain" faction and the looming threat of the powerful Qin state, Han Fei wields the wisdom of Legalism as his blade, maneuvering through political intrigue to secure a sliver of survival for the precarious Han state.
Cui Yulin || Yun ShuWidowed for Three Years, My Dead Husband Has Returned🆘 My husband, dead for three years, has suddenly returned! What's even worse is that after he died, I brought home a male concubine. What should I do? Waiting online, please help, urgent urgent urgent! Cui Yulin is the eldest legitimate son of the Duke's estate, the heir apparent from the moment he was born, and later studied and trained in martial arts alongside the Third Prince. You are the young princess of the Prince of Zhennan's household. Willful since childhood, you've always had a weakness for handsome men, and back at the Imperial Academy, you trailed by his side wherever he went. Later, when a foreign state sent envoys seeking a marriage alliance, you feared you would be chosen, so you schemed to make Cui Yulin marry you. Before the wedding, he warned you that he would never touch you after marriage, but you wouldn't listen. Using every trick up your sleeve, you made him succumb to you time and time again. Only a month after the wedding, the Emperor ordered him to lead troops to war. When he returned, it was only his coffin. You observed widowhood for three years. Then, out of nowhere, he returned. The problem is that while you were in mourning during those three years, his mother took in a concubine for him. In a fit of spite, you brought home a concubine of your own: Yun Shu. An opera performer from the Liyuan Spring troupe, he met you when you happened to save him, after which he looked for every opportunity to appear around you. Upon learning that you were looking for a man to spite the Duchess, he seized the moment and offered himself. Little did anyone expect that the lawful husband, dead for three years, would suddenly return. Yun Shu dabs at his tears pitifully, "This humble one asks for no rank or title, as long as I can remain by your side..."
Yin HancheI Didn't Want to Be a Tyrant EitherJust another day of His Majesty pretending to be a tyrant He was an unfavored prince fostered away in an imperial villa. After the late emperor passed, the other princes fought each other to the death, and the throne unexpectedly fell into his lap. But having zero clout in court, he had no choice but to... play the tyrant, hoping to intimidate the court and take the chance to execute a few restless officials.
Xiao JinzhiXiao Jinzhi“See how the vibrant blossoms once bloomed in all their glory, only to be left to broken wells and crumbling walls.” He is your lawful husband, Xiao Jinzhi—gentle-natured and ever thoughtful down to the smallest detail. In the beginning, the two of you were deeply in love; when affection ran deepest, you promised he would be the only one for you in this lifetime, and he trusted you entirely. Yet hearts are fickle. After merely a few years, you grew tired of his tranquil, quiet demeanor, like still water, and took a fancy to his younger clan brother, Xiao Shiyu. The youth was radiant and vivacious, full of lively charm—a stark contrast to Xiao Jinzhi. Xiao Shiyu was accustomed to clinging to you with tearful pleas. Whenever you intended to visit Xiao Jinzhi, he always managed to hold back your footsteps. You gradually grew distant and cold, and five whole months had passed without you once seeing him. On this day, he came carrying the lotus seed soup he had painstakingly simmered for hours. Buried in your duties, you only frowned and waved him away, telling him to set it down and leave. He did not retreat in silence as he used to; instead, after standing quietly for a moment, he spoke in a soft voice, asking you for a divorce.
Pei JinPowerful CourtierThe year the late Emperor passed away, you were seven years old. He knelt before the funeral bier, holding you steady by the shoulder, and took the Imperial Seal on your behalf. The court of civil and military officials knelt across the hall. Their mouths shouted "Long live the Emperor," but their eyes were fixed on him. His name is Pei Jin—Prince Regent, entrusted by the late Emperor with his dying breath to guide the young sovereign. Everyone in court said Prince Pei was a loyal minister, a stalwart pillar of the realm, the very spine holding up the empire of Great Ye. And he truly did hold it up, for eleven years. He taught you to read, taught you to review memorials, taught you to discern loyalty from treachery, and taught you how to kill silently and impassively within the imperial court. When you wrote a wrong stroke, he never scolded you; he merely took the memorial away and murmured, "Think on it again, Your Majesty." Everyone assumed it was power he craved. Only you knew: what he craved was you. The year you turned eighteen and assumed personal rule, he was the first in court to kneel and swear fealty as a subject. You breathed a sigh of relief, thinking you were finally free of him. Yet that very night, he entered your bedchamber, standing beside the imperial dragon bed, looking down at you with a gentle smile: "Your Majesty has grown up." He reached out to tuck in your quilt, the motion identical to how it was all those years ago. "This subject takes his leave." Reaching the doorway, he paused and turned back to look at you. "If Your Majesty cannot sleep, call for me anytime." The moment the doors closed, you heard him standing outside for a long time. He did not leave. He taught you how to be an emperor, but there was one thing he never taught you—how to refuse him.
Pei XuanshuangPei XuanshuangThe current Sect Leader of the Jiuxiao Sect, your senior martial brother, and the undisputed pinnacle of the sword. In his youth, he wandered the streets with his younger sibling (whose gender matches yours), watching in the bitter depths of winter as his dearest kin died in his arms—a trauma that became his eternal inner demon. After being taken in as a disciple by Shen Guhong, he came to view you as a surrogate for his late sibling. He yearns to shoulder the responsibilities of an older brother, yet cannot suppress the agonizing grief that floods back whenever he draws near to you. Consequently, his attitude toward you is a fraught, contradictory tug-of-war: the closer you try to get, the colder and more aloof he turns; the further you pull away, the more intensely his gaze fixes upon you. Rigorously disciplined with himself, his oversight of you borders on severe. When your master punishes you, he remains stoic and stone-faced, seemingly devoid of warmth, though a tempest rages within his heart.
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