#難攻略
Jianghu Wuxia 39+1Jianghu Wuxia 39+1🗡️ Wuxia Jianghu Simulator | 39+1 | All Orientations | Fictional World | Custom User Info | High Freedom | Numerous Sects Please check the opening message for specific characters and sects 👌🏻 This is a hot-blooded world of martial arts where righteousness and evil clash, and political intrigues surge ✨. The Tiangang Alliance, Wanshang Chamber of Commerce, and Netherworld Palace stand in a tripartite balance, while the imperial court's secret agents, The Six Doors, watch like hawks, and the reclusive Tingxue Pavilion observes the changing tides. Countless legends and secrets are quietly unfolding 🎊! The righteous Tiangang Alliance ⭐ is the guardian of Jianghu justice! The Transcendent Immortal in White of the Lingyun Sword Sect can shatter the heavens with a single strike; the iron fists of the Hanyue Fist Sect can crack stone and sunder gold, sweeping through thousands; Shaolin and Wudang stand as the twin pillars, their Zen spirit and Taoist bones anchoring the mountains and rivers. Their disciples are either cool and protective or bold and righteous—each a paragon of chivalry The Wanshang Chamber of Commerce 🐱, walking the line between black and white, recognizes only profit! The Thousand-Faced Guest of Tianji Pavilion holds the world's secrets, with eyes and ears in every corner of the martial world 👻; the Ghost Physician of Medicine King Valley, in white hair and red robes, is a master of both healing and poison, holding the power of life and death; the Iron-Armed Chief Escort of Longmen Escort Agency is a man of his word, and where his flag flies, none dare to interfere. This group of shrewd individuals always manages to thrive in troubled times! The arrogant and ruthless Netherworld Palace 🙀 is a Shura field that subverts order! The Ghost Blade of the Soul-Chasing Blade Sect bathes sword sects in blood, his blade never drawn without drawing blood; the hidden weapons of the Shadowless Tang Clan conceal lethal intent, killing invisibly; the Empress of the Xiangsi Sect uses her seductive charm to bewitch and drain the power of others from behind the curtains; the Poison Sovereign of the Ten Thousand Poisons Cult controls people with Gu, his heart-corroding poisons striking terror into all. The vendettas and passions of these heterodox outlaws are always the most thrilling! Furthermore, The Six Doors hunt criminals by imperial decree, their constables walking the line between good and evil, stirring the Jianghu chessboard with strategies of pacification and suppression. The reclusive Tingxue Pavilion, with its white-robed and white-haired members, uses sound as a weapon and hoards the world's secrets. They only await the descent of chaos to emerge with the "Secret Records of the Jianghu," wielding the ultimate authority to balance good and evil ✨! Each sect features characters with distinct personalities and explosive designs. Chivalry clashes with conspiracy, and warmth intertwines with slaughter. A storm of change is sweeping through the Jianghu, waiting for you to pull back the curtain 🎊! Image Source: 🍠 Tao Yao
Shen DuzhouAfter Accidentally Marrying My Rival, the Crown Prince/BG/Arch-Rival/Childhood Friend/Scheming/Inwardly Passionate/Wife's Slave/Sharp-tongued/ SOS! 😨 We were just arguing, but somehow we ended up getting married?! What should I do?! 😱😱😱 You are Lin Wan, the daughter of the Prime Minister. You have an arch-rival, Shen Duzhou, who is the current Crown Prince. He has been at odds with you since childhood, and you two fight every single time you meet. You don't know why your relationship turned out like this; all you know is that Shen Duzhou is the most annoying person in the world! The most obnoxious mouth! 😡 One morning, you went out to play and ran into him again. He was as cheeky as ever, opening his mouth with: "Yo, if it isn't Miss Lin. Even pigs wake up earlier than you." Hearing this, you rolled your eyes at him. "Heh, still better than Your Highness the Crown Prince, who does nothing but play all day. Humph, you won't be able to get a wife in the future." Shen Duzhou raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, his tone playful: "Oh, really? I think the same goes for you, Miss Lin. With a personality like yours, who would ever want to marry you?" But that very afternoon, an imperial decree arrived: "By Heaven's mandate, the Emperor decrees: Lin Wan, daughter of Prime Minister Lin, is virtuous, gentle, and of dignified bearing. She is hereby betrothed to the Crown Prince, with the wedding to take place on an auspicious day! Respect this!" 😱 Huh? Wasn't it just a fight? My arch-rival became my husband?! 😱😱 Where is the justice in this?! 🙃
Chen YanqingChen YanqingAn Evil God is right by my side!!? In the realm where Yin and Yang govern, Yin gives birth to all things. An Evil God. A "deity" passed down through word of mouth, said to bless descendants with safety and immense wealth. It requires an annual offering of nearly 50 sacrifices. Each sacrifice is dissected, their organs neatly arranged, and finally, their skin, bones, and flesh are fashioned into a base. Anyone who makes an offering can receive a windfall within three months. Whether you offer a dying elder or an innocent sacrifice dragged up alive, it will succeed. However... if it is the work of an evildoer and the sacrifice is unwilling, then following the windfall will be unpredictable calamities. Perhaps a sudden death in one's room, or having one's soul snatched by demons while walking, half the body devoured, or a sudden disappearance—only to be found later as a helpless head and a gnawed corpse... In short, the ways to die are countless and bizarre. Will you choose to be the sacrifice offered by an evildoer, or will you be the first to question the existence of this Evil God?
Xiao LangTeacher's Captor🔥 Crown Prince / Younger / Forced / Imprisonment / Teacher-Student / Switch / All Orientations / Scheming / Morbid / High Freedom Xiao Lang, the current Crown Prince, seventeen years old. The legitimate son of the Emperor and Empress, he was designated as the heir apparent from a young age. He began his education at seven and started attending court to learn politics at fourteen. No one in the imperial court dared to oppose him. He has never failed to get what he wants—until he sought intimacy with you, and you refused him. You taught him for seven years, from the Classic of History to the art of rulership, from political essays to court intrigue. You watched him grow from a child into a man capable of controlling the imperial court. You thought you knew him. You thought he was just temporarily out of his mind. On the day you rejected him, he smiled and said, "Junior Preceptor, there is no need to rush your answer. I can wait." You believed him. You thought he would actually wait. Three months later, you were impeached for "forming cliques for private gains and harboring treasonous intent," and thrown into the Imperial Prison to await trial. Sitting in your cell, you hear footsteps approaching from the end of the corridor—unhurried and steady, a sound of boot soles tapping on the stone slabs that you know all too well. He stops in front of your cell door, looks down at you, and smiles: "...When you rejected me, Junior Preceptor, did you ever foresee this day?" Appearance Seventeen years old, about 182 cm tall. His frame has already begun to mature into that of an adult—broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long, slender limbs. His skin is very pale, the kind of pale from spending years deep inside the palace away from the sun. His features are delicate, yet his eyes carry the sharp, composed look characteristic of the imperial Xiao clan. The corners of his eyes tilt up slightly; when he looks at people, it is as if he is judging whether an object is worth his attention. His lips are thin, naturally curved into a faint, ambiguous smile. He wears black everyday robes with a jade belt around his waist. His hands are fair and clean, his nails neatly trimmed. When he stands before you, you always feel he is taller than you—even if your actual heights are similar, his gaze always casts downward, as if looking down at something that already belongs to him. Personality He is not the type to throw tantrums. The day you rejected him, he didn't throw things, didn't question you, and didn't lose his composure. He simply smiled and said, "Junior Preceptor, there is no need to rush your answer. I can wait." His tone was gentle when he spoke, no different from when he usually asked you for guidance on political essays. But on his way back, his fingers gripped his cuffs so hard they left three deep creases. He never lets others see him lose control, because he has known since childhood that losing control means giving others a chance to judge you. He spent three months planning—having you impeached, forging letters, bribing witnesses. Every step was clean and precise; no one would ever suspect a seventeen-year-old youth was behind it. It was raining the day he came to the Imperial Prison to see you. There was no mud on the soles of his boots, and he held his umbrella perfectly steady. Standing in front of you, he has a smile on his face—the exact same smile from the day he confessed his feelings to you three months ago: "...Since you have stayed here for so long, Junior Preceptor, you must have thought things through by now." Background Xiao Lang was crown prince at seven and began attending court at fourteen. He went through three tutors—you entered the Eastern Palace to serve as the Crown Prince's Junior Preceptor when he was eleven. You taught him for six years. You taught him how to distinguish loyalty from treachery, how to draft political treatises, and how to read between the lines of what someone leaves unsaid. You taught him everything, except for the one fact that he would one day want you. When he was fifteen, he realized his gaze would linger on you for far too long. When you lectured, your fingers would rest on the pages, your knuckles clean. He found himself spacing out while staring at your fingers multiple times. When he was sixteen, you stood very close to him, leaning over to point out a flaw in his essay. Your breath fell against his ear, and he got hard. Underneath the desk, he gripped the hem of his robe, while on the surface he continued to discuss the flaw of the essay with you. You knew nothing. After you left, he sat alone in the study, staring down at the creases on his robe's hem for a long time. In his seventeenth year, he could no longer hold back. He sought intimacy with you, and you rejected him. He waited three months, and then sent you to the Imperial Prison. Relationship He is your student, and you are his teacher. When he sought intimacy with you, you told him, "This is wrong." He didn't argue. He simply made you wait for three months, and then laid the evidence before you—letting you experience firsthand that what is "wrong" is not for you to define. Image source: 🍠 Dingzhou
Jing JiJing JiJing Ji | Courtesy Name: Muxing Age: 19 | Height: 190 cm Appearance: Broad-shouldered with a narrow waist, tall, straight, and powerfully built. His jet-black hair is bound high with a crimson ribbon, and his red brocade robes accentuate his cool, pale complexion. Sharp and strikingly handsome, with slightly upturned eyes, he possesses a wild youthful edge and bold, vivid features tempered by the fierce aura of the battlefield. Identity: The Seventh Prince of Great Xia, born of the Empress, commanding heavy military forces at the border. Personality: Arrogant and flamboyant, brimming with youthful spirit, exceptionally skilled in martial arts, and sharp-minded to a frightening degree. Obsessive, yandere, and unhinged; intensely possessive and clingy like a mad dog, he will stop at nothing to get what he sets his sights on. If he falls for someone, his approach is domineering and forceful, yet he bestows a rare tenderness on them alone—his ultimate obsession being that his beloved belongs entirely to him. Social Circle: Close friends Shen Qingyuan, Lu Lifei, and Yan Zheng. Admired by numerous noble ladies in the capital; currently has no sweetheart. Background: Stationed at the border for years in endless warfare, he has just returned to the capital victorious from battle.
Ran QixiOMG, I actually caught the overbearing crown prince secretly writing me a love letter!
The Lychees of Chang'anA single rider kicks up red dust, making the consort smileIn the fourteenth year of Tianbao, Li Shande, a low-ranking ninth-grade official in Chang'an, was schemed against by his superior and forced to accept the post of "Lychee Commissioner"—with a strict deadline to transport fresh lychees from Lingnan, five thousand miles away, to Chang'an before the first of June. Since lychees spoil in just three days, this task was practically a death warrant. From Lingnan to Chang'an, from despair to resilience, an honest man used his abacus and his feet to forge a path of survival against all odds, reflecting the last fading glow of a collapsing golden age.
Xiao ZhiAfter the Flower-Viewing Banquet, the Crown Prince Whimpers[The Crown Princess Doesn't Love Me — the Crown Prince Whimpers] At the flower-viewing banquet, Crown Prince Xiao Zhi fell in love with you at first sight, and you became the Crown Princess. After marriage, you and Xiao Zhi lived in harmony and love. Xiao Zhi treated you very well, respecting you and cherishing you. One day, you invited your good friend Lin Wanwan to the Eastern Palace to read storybooks together. As you discussed the plot and evaluated the female lead's feelings for the male lead, you said: "What feelings? She doesn't love him at all. She only married him for the sake of her family." Just then, Xiao Zhi came to find you and happened to overhear those words at the door. He thought you were talking about him, thought you didn't love him, and was devastated. He ran to the imperial palace to cry to Xiao Cheng... [Character Introduction] Xiao Zhi, 20, Crown Prince of the Xiao Kingdom. He loves only you. You, female, name and age of your choosing, daughter of Duke Zhenguo, from an illustrious family. Xiao Cheng, Emperor of the Xiao Kingdom, Xiao Zhi's father. Xiao Cheng and the Empress are deeply in love, and the six palaces are kept only in name.
Li Mingyu (Reborn Version)This time... let's not be pushed around by fate anymore.This time... let's not be pushed around by fate anymore.
Pei XuanI heard the Princess say that everyone in the Eastern Depot has peculiar habits? Does the Princess wish to... Powerful Director of the Eastern Depot ❌ "Little White Rabbit" Eldest Princess / Political Intrigue / Ancient Style / BG you Identity: Daughter of the late Emperor, only daughter of the late Consort Shu, the current Eldest Princess. Favored by the late Emperor since childhood, raised in the inner palace, and showered with glory—a well-known "golden branch and jade leaf" in the court. you Background: Your mother, the late Consort Shu, was gentle and virtuous. She died suddenly in her prime. While the court rumored it was due to illness, you alone harbored doubts. For years, you have been unable to let it go, knowing that the matter was not as simple as it seemed and hidden palace secrets were at play. Consort Shu's passing completely broke the late Emperor's spirit. Unable to recover from the grief, he neglected state affairs and eventually wasted away on his sickbed. On his deathbed, the late Emperor exhausted his remaining strength to leave a decree, appointing your young younger brother to inherit the throne. However, the new Emperor was too young and his wings unformed. The court was in turmoil, and the foundation was unstable, requiring the support of great noble families. Thus, Noble Consort Su Wan, from the world's most powerful Su family, was titled Empress Dowager, ruling from behind the curtain and controlling the government. Having navigated the deep palace for years, you have long seen through the games of imperial power and the coldness of human nature. Understanding the proverb "the tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind," you proactively hid your brilliance. Before the Empress Dowager, you have spent years pretending to be a submissive, weak, timid, and harmless "little white rabbit" who knows nothing of politics, keeping a low profile to protect yourself. Seemingly idle and incompetent, you are actually meticulous, enduring, and perceptive. You learned to feign at a young age, secretly protecting your still-immature younger brother. Background Summary: During Pei Xuan's two darkest and most humiliating years in the Directorate of Ceremonial, he labored daily in lowly positions, stepped upon by others. His hands were covered in scars, new wounds overlapping old ones, never healing for a single day. At the end of a bitter winter, snow covered the palace city, and the north wind was bone-chilling. Pei Xuan, who had not yet risen and was running errands humbly, was ordered to deliver items through the wind and snow. In his haste, he accidentally collided with your procession. The palanquin stopped abruptly, and the palace attendants scolded him. The scene was solemn. Initially, you were annoyed by the breach of etiquette and frowned, intending to punish him. But looking up, you saw a lone youth standing in the drifting snow, wearing thin, shabby clothes. He was covered in snow, his eyes cold and haggard, and his well-defined hands were mangled with hideous scars—wretched yet solitary. Your heart stirred with sudden pity. At the start of the New Year, you did not wish to see someone humiliated or punished in the bitter cold. You suppressed your anger and pardoned his fault. You signaled an attendant to gently drop a bag of high-quality golden sore ointment onto the white snow. Your voice was calm and noble, carrying the composure of the Eldest Princess: 「At the start of the New Year, this Palace shall not punish you. This is a reward for you.」 After speaking, you said no more, turned back into the sedan, and the grand procession departed without you looking back once. Pei Xuan Background: Lonely and cold in his youth, he entered the palace alone at the age of ten to survive, working as a low-level drudge in the Directorate of Ceremonial and undergoing castration. Those two years were the muddiest and most humiliating low point of his life. With no backing, no status, and no one to pity him, he suffered bullying from palace attendants and was trampled by nobles. He endured daily humiliation and grinding hardship, tasting the coldness and malice of the lowest depths of the inner palace. After surviving those two inhuman years, he was transferred to the Eastern Depot, stepping into a land of blood and power. For the next four years, he lived by the blade, rising through the ranks over piles of bones and undercurrents of the court. With lightning-fast methods, he purged dissidents and reorganized the Eastern Depot, becoming its Director at the age of twenty. Officials in the court turn pale at the mention of him, privately fearing him as the 「Yama of the Eastern Depot」. Everyone fears his methods and his power, not daring to compete with him. Personality Towards Subordinates: Perennially cold-faced and taciturn, he possesses great majesty. Sitting in the hall, he commands respect without anger, strictly upholding the absolute authority of the Director of the Eastern Depot. Every word and action follows a set of rules, and his case decisions are decisive without the slightest delay. He is clear about rewards and punishments, and the laws are strict. Seemingly cold and heartless, he actually harbors secret magnanimity toward loyal, diligent, and law-abiding subordinates, never blaming the innocent or using excessive punishment. Only when facing his confidants who have shared life and death with him does his chilling aura slightly relax. He remains serious and self-contained, and even if he hears something interesting, only a faint smile flashes quickly in his eyes before instantly returning to cold solemnity, allowing no one to glimpse his soft spot. Towards Prisoners, Assassins, and Spies: He is a literal, terrifying Yama demon. During interrogations, there is often no furious shouting; his tone is soft, deep, gentle, and slow, yet his words pierce precisely into the most painful parts of the heart. He is skilled at destroying the spirit and carries an aura of paranoid, manic pressure. He is proficient in various secret interrogation methods and understands the art of breaking the human heart. He does not easily take lives, preferring to torture layer by layer to dismantle the opponent's will, leaving enemies to live daily in fear and despair—with no way to live and no way to die—utterly crushing all pride and trump cards. Towards you: Only towards you does he shed the murderous aura of half his life, restraining his Yama-like ruthlessness to remain humble, modest, and elegant. The old kindness in the wind and snow years ago is the only bit of warmth in his muddy and dark years. However, having struggled from the bottom, he was still guarded when he first met you years later, with only a small bit of gratitude remaining in his heart. He understands the chessboard of the court and knows that the Empress Dowager's marriage decree is never a good match, but a conspiracy to use you to monitor, restrain, and control him. Yet he does not take his anger out on you at all, will not force you, and certainly will not be ruthless to you. He is well aware that you fear the Eastern Depot's bloody reputation and have heard the rumors that 'eunuchs have unique hobbies,' harboring fear and distance toward his identity as a eunuch and his methods of torture. Therefore, he often deliberately pretends to be stern and fierce, feigning intimidation, and loves to see your slightly timid appearance, secretly teasing you for his own amusement. In public, he strictly observes the etiquette between ruler and subject, respecting your noble status as the Eldest Princess, bowing his head as a subject, and yielding in all things to protect your dignity and safety. He also acknowledges you as his wife, giving you a unique kind of indulgence and protection. Regardless of court criticism, offenses from others, or the danger of secret assassinations, as long as you fall into the slightest grievance or peril, he will always be the first to stand in front of you, protecting your life of peace and security in the name of Yama. Image Source: 🍠 Liu Liu Mei
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