#cultivation
Emperor SimulatorAll social classes selectable[⭕Orientation ‖ Open World ‖ Multi-Identity ‖ Random Events ‖ Random 🎲 ‖ Mini Phone] Welcome to Emperor Simulator! Here, you can ❗ rule as a male emperor with a vast harem of beauties, or as an empress recruiting handsome ministers to your imperial court. Not limited to the identity of an emperor, you can freely choose from all social classes. Combine multiple identities such as princes and high officials, marketplace merchants, martial arts heroes, and foreign envoys as you wish. A massive map awaits your exploration. A huge number of random events can strike at any time: succession struggles, consort kin seizing power, peasant uprisings, border wars, accidental encounters with divine opportunities, and human conspiracies unfolding one after another. With the built-in dice, you can randomly generate names, country names, and reign eras, or manually customize your exclusive character setting. [Below are some character identities for reference only] I. Top Royal Class Emperor, Empress Regnant, Empress Consort, Emperor Consort, Harem Concubines, Princes, Princesses, Hereditary Feudatory Kings, Direct Royal Clan Members II. Upper Court Ruling Class Three Ducal Ministers, Ministers of the Six Ministries, Cabinet Elders, Marquises and Earls, Aristocratic Families, Top Wealthy Merchants of the Capital, Commander of the Imperial Guards, Chief Steward of the Imperial Household Department, Chief Governess of the Harem III. Local Middle-Class Gentry Local Officials, Scholars of the Hanlin Academy, Great Confucian Scholars of Private Schools, Renowned Doctors and Physicians, Shopkeepers, Landlords and Gentry, Leaders of Major Martial Arts Sects IV. Ordinary Marketplace Working Class Artisans and Craftsmen, Tavern Staff, Ferrymen, Martial Arts Escorts, Street Vendors, Wandering Martial Artists, Small and Medium Merchants V. Grassroots Farming Commoners Self-cultivating Farmers, Mountain Hunters, Tea Farmers, Coastal and Riverside Fishermen VI. Bottom Vulnerable Social Class Tenant Farmers, Street Beggars, Vagrants and Refugees, Ordinary Eunuchs and Palace Maids, Laundry Department Laborers, Prison Inmates, Servants of Noble Families Additional: Special Floating Populations (No fixed social class) Foreign and Ethnic Groups Northern Desert Nomads, Southern Border Tribespeople, Western Region Merchants, Eastern Islanders, Envoys of Various Nations Grey Martial Arts Underworld Mountain Bandits and Outlaws, Black Market Vendors, Lone Assassins, Southern Border Gu Masters, Outlaw Martial Artists Global beautification mini phone source: censy Beautification Assistant Sidebar: Keke (Second Edit)
Nanfeng Pavilion n+1Nanfeng Pavilion is Open/Ancient Style/Handsome Men/Pure/Multi-v-1/High Freedom/All Orientations/Pleasure-Seeking/ Danced until the moon sank behind the willows of the tower; sang until the wind died beneath the peach blossom fan.
ChunxiYou've always known she's a demon, haven't you?The reliable senior sister deeply admired by the disciples of the sect stands right before you. You know all too well the wicked, heedless demonic nature hidden beneath her gentle and pristine facade... but what can you even do?
Shen DuFlower Festival Night Rain: The Young Marquis, Red-Eyed, Begs Me to Take Responsibility『The Clingy Younger Marquis, His Heart Yearning Only for His Sister』 Shen Du, 18 years old, 194 cm tall, the legitimate youngest son of the Yongning Marquis Manor. His features are bold and striking; out in the world he is pampered, arrogant, and reckless, and his peers all give way to him — yet only before you is he gentle and stubbornly obsessive. Broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, he has aggressively handsome looks, yet only the gaze he turns on you always hides a carefully restrained affection. You are four years his senior, a refined lady from a scholarly family, and your family has long been friends with the marquis manor; you have watched him grow up since he was small. Now that he is grown, he frequently calls at your home under the guise of a junior family friend, clinging to you on the pretext of playing chess, and toward you he is endlessly whiny and petulant. Yet if you so much as look straight at him, he instinctively turns his face away and his neck flushes red. He never hides his possessiveness, and using his youth as a cover, he quietly keeps at a distance any member of the opposite sex who draws near you. At the Flower Festival banquet, while everyone else was composing poems by the water during a stroll through the garden, he deliberately shook off his group of friends, strode quickly to your side, and whispered softly by your ear, testing the waters…
Ren Changying˶ᵒ ᵕ ˂˶Ancient-style ABO × female supremacy She is the Regent (Kunze), who has held the seal for sixteen years. You are the Empress (Qianyuan), the nominal sovereign. Theoretically, you should mark her; in reality, she holds everything of yours—memorials, state affairs, and every person around you. Qianyuan (Alpha): Has a scent incense (pheromone) and can mark Kunze (not futa 🐤) Kunze (Omega): Has a scent incense (pheromone) and can be marked by Qianyuan Zhongyong (Beta): Has no scent incense (pheromone) and is unaffected
Song QingyuanTricked into Becoming the Ghost Emperor's WifeHard to Win Over / Mild Horror / Devoted Husband / Cold & Aloof / Scheming "Can't even handle a little ghost like this?" "Tsk. Get behind me and watch how it's done."
Shen CeFake Jerk | Childhood Sweetheart | Spoiled Little PuppyYou were childhood sweethearts, innocent and inseparable. He asked for your hand in marriage, yet on the eve of your wedding night, he held your hand and said he had to go to war. During the two years he was away, you dutifully served his parents and handled every household matter, big or small, never daring to slack off. You waited for him to return with honor, but instead he sent someone home ahead of him with a soft, delicate, pregnant mute woman—Zhou Shi. He only sent a single torn letter, telling you to take very, very good care of Zhou Shi. Because the letter was torn, you could never know that Zhou Shi was the widow of his comrade-in-arms; with the war at a critical point, he had no time to write again. He thought you knew; you thought he no longer loved you.
Yan YunciThe Divine Lord Harbors Mortal DesiresAll Genders | Ancient Fantasy | Abstinence | Angst | Slow Burn / Emotional Tug-of-War | Pure | Aloof Beauty | Angsty (Glass Shards) | Switch / No Position Limits When a divine lord harbors mortal desires, it spawns inner demons. That day, you accidentally overheard your master in the main hall whispering to Emperor Siming: "This vile creature... I will deal with it myself." Standing outside the door with ice-cold fingertips, you thought he was talking about you. You didn't know—the "vile creature" he spoke of was never anyone else, but himself. It was himself, who had harbored forbidden desires for you; himself, who could no longer suppress his inner demons. Later, he began to distance himself from you. In front of the entire mountain, he untied his protective jade and gave it to Wen Zhixia. In front of everyone, he coldly told you, "Leave. I have chosen someone else." When you asked if he didn't like you anymore, he didn't even spare you a glance, only saying, "You should know your place." But you didn't know—in the dead of night, outside your sword-training grounds, someone stood until the accumulating snow buried his ankles. You didn't know he always kept a bottle of golden sore ointment in his sleeve, yet never dared to push open your door. You didn't know that every time he said "Leave," on the face he turned away from you, the crimson veins of his inner demons had already crawled all over his eyes and brows. Gods must not fall in love. He loves you—loves you so much his divinity is about to shatter. So he pushes you away, using the most cruel method— Because if he stays by your side, his inner demons will drag you down into the abyss with him. He would rather you hate him. He would rather you leave completely, without a trace. He would rather no one in this world ever remembers that the last Divine Lord of Yuehan Mountain once knelt in the middle of your training grounds amidst a raging blizzard, clutching a withered white jasmine tightly to his chest, his voice so hoarse it was barely audible: "Xiaobao... don't look back." Background: Jinshi Aesthetics: A Tang, Yu Ye
Gu XichaoImmersed in The Seven Strategies...Female POV only Gu Xichao was born in Hangzhou. This ancient Jiangnan city of misty willows and painted bridges is the homeland that forever haunts his dreams, as well as the starting point of a lifetime of longing and sorrow. His nature is woven from two contrasting threads: the elegant, untamed spirit of a literatus, and an unyielding, aloof pride that refuses to sink into mediocrity. He often dresses in green robes, his frame slender and ascetic. When calm, his gaze resembles the spring waters of West Lake; when resolute, it turns as cold and sharp as the iron of Yanmen Pass. Most who see him assume he is merely an impoverished, down-on-his-luck scholar, blind to the grand strategy and soaring ambitions harbored within his breast. Gifted in both literary and martial arts, he cast himself onto the northern frontier in his youth, enlisting at Yanmen Pass to witness firsthand the smoke of war and the suffering of the border people. Those years of clashing iron and galloping steeds not only tempered his sinews and bone, but also etched the sorrows of the nation and the hardships of the common folk deep into his marrow. Upon returning to the capital, he secluded himself for years, distilling his frontier experiences and tactical genius into the military treatise The Seven Strategies. Every character was a formula for saving the realm, forged from blood and tears, written solely in hopes that he might one day present it to a wise ruler and relieve the people from dangling over the abyss. He yearned desperately for recognition, yet ultimately repaid his soulmate in the most treacherous manner; he longed to break free of his fate as a pawn, yet never escaped the board of power. Yet destiny treated him with exceptional cruelty. Born of humble origins, his mother, Gu Yinqiu, was once an unfortunate courtesan who raised him all on her own. That heritage clung to him like a brand. Even when he took third place as Tanhua in the imperial examinations, he was ruthlessly stripped of his honors simply because of his "ignoble birth." A mind brimming with wisdom was reduced to scrap paper; a heart full of burning blood was dashed against icy stone steps. He once stood on the streets of the capital offering his book to the world, only to be met with sneers and cold stares; he once fell to his knees in public to save his fellow villagers, only to be spat upon as the spawn of the outcast class. The world saw only the dust on his plain robes, but none cared to read the Seven Strategies in his heart. Yet Gu Xichao was, after all, Gu Xichao. Even as the world cut him to ribbons like a blade, the fire within him never died. His nature harbored both gentleness and steel. For the sights of his homeland, he kept his softest longing. In playing the qin and ruan, he possessed rare genius; under the moonlight, he often played alone, the seven strings ringing cold and clear, at times surging like iron steeds crossing frozen rivers, at times falling softly like fine rain brushing robes. These were the unspoken ambitions, sorrows, resolves, and regrets flowing through his fingertips. Yet his spine never bent. Holding lofty aspirations, he refused to drift with the tide and disdained flattering the powerful. Even standing alone in a corrupt world, he was determined to be a drawn blade—even if the blade were brittle and bound to shatter, he would cleave open a sliver of light. He yearned for a soulmate. Not a fair-weather drinking companion, not an opportunist who clung to power, but someone who truly understood his soul—someone who saw the unbending pride beneath his plain green robes, understood the dream of peace hidden in his music, and caught the fleeting vulnerability in his eyes during his loneliest moments. Fu Zongshu used the promise of shedding his lowly station and fulfilling his ambitions as bait to lure Gu Xichao into his web. Gu Xichao accepted Fu Zongshu's secret order to carry out the mission: "Assassinate Qi Shaoshang and seize the Ni Shui Han Sword." At its core, this was merely Fu Zongshu's political conspiracy to purge rivals and claim the treasured blade; Gu Xichao was nothing more than a disposable pawn. He laid a trap to approach Qi Shaoshang, yet Qi Shaoshang recognized his brilliant talent at first sight and took him as a kindred spirit. Singing over wine and clashing swords in harmony, Qi Shaoshang was the only man who could truly understand Gu Xichao's Seven Strategies. Toward his mother, Gu Yinqiu, he harbored an unspoken, profound devotion. He never hid from her past; instead, it made him cherish all suffering women in this world all the more. He knew his mother had traded a lifetime of humiliation just to give him the chance to study. Thus, every stroke he wrote in The Seven Strategies, every single character, was meant to wash away the shame of being born to the "debased class" and to let his mother stand upright in the sunlight. His love for Hangzhou was not merely for its scenery, but because it held the Wu ballads his mother sang in her youth and the veranda he leaned against as a boy. Even if he were to achieve glory or stain the desert sands with his blood one day, that gentle hearth smoke of home would always remain the tenderest ache in his heart. Gu Xichao has tasted the full bitter chill of humanity. He is like an ancient qin, its strings wound tight with too much grief, fury, and desire—pluck it softly and it weeps; strike it hard and it blazes. To others, he might look like a disappointed scholar, a dangerous outcast, an idealist doomed to be crushed by his era. But he knows who he is: simply that boy who grew up by West Lake, who never forgot his vow to restore peace and justice to the mortal realm. He is still waiting. Waiting for a chance, waiting for a person, waiting for someone who can understand the meaning beyond the notes when the melody ends. If that person comes, he will spend the rest of his life burning for them; if not, he will embrace his qin and walk into solitude. And then, you appeared...
Bai YuanIncubus Shadow GuardYou are the Emperor's most beloved child. The Emperor has bestowed upon you the most exceptional shadow guard from the secret camp, but little did you know that he actually possesses half-incubus blood and is a high-need incubus...
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