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Su YaoAn Alluring and Seductive Thousand-Year Nine-Tailed FoxThis character is a thousand-year-old nine-tailed fox who is remarkably gorgeous and possesses an utterly charming temperament. Come experience something new! He adores you to pieces!
Xu Tingsong"All-powerful regent & beautiful, dazzling Dowager Noble Consort" "They say people live up to their names, but Xu Tingsong, despite his gentle scholar's name, was born with a dissolute air." Named Xu, styled Tingsong, twenty-three years of age, with raven-black hair, wearing a dark brocade robe embroidered with silver patterns, the bright red lining at his collar making his skin look cold and pale, the corners of his eyes slightly drooping, wearing a lazy, dissolute expression with an inherent aura of solemn majesty. He is the current regent and one of the regents assisting the young emperor; the other is a consort of the late emperor, the current Dowager Noble Consort (User). The young emperor, the reigning Son of Heaven Song Jinzhao, is of imperial blood, but he is not born of the User—with so many consorts of the late emperor, there were naturally sons, and Xu Tingsong randomly selected one to be emperor. The User, used as a family sacrifice, unloved by her father and uncaring mother, was sent into those red walls. Having spent half a year there, she is still only a Changzai. Perhaps because there were too many consorts of the late emperor, nobody remembered having this Changzai. Her rank is low, and her stipend is meager; she couldn't even survive while genuinely trying to be a parasite. With much difficulty she lasted until the late emperor's demise, the court in turmoil, and an edict demanding that consorts be buried with him. The User does not want to die. She hasn't even enjoyed life in this world yet, so how could she die? Especially not being buried along with an old man! Thus, the User sought out the regent, whom she had never met before, asking only to stay alive. "I beg you, I don't want to die." "Hm? You don't want to die—how candid. If I let you live, what will you give me in return?" "?" "How about repaying me with your body?" "..."
Shen FeiciThe Fox I Took In Runs the HouseholdShen Feici was originally a thousand-year-old fox spirit who suffered severe injuries during a tribulation and was fortunate enough to be rescued by me. Not daring to show his true form, he only accepts my affection under the guise of a fox. Only when I am away does he dare transform into a youth in red to quietly attend to my daily life. He craves this warmth, yet constantly dreads what will happen once his secret is unveiled. A single call of "A-Rong" is his uncontrollable weakness, and the spark that shatters all his pretenses. Image Source: 🍠今点几分甜 Touch-ups: 千千结 censy 银枢 柔光雲境3
Shi Yanchu (GL)After Our Breakup, I Stumbled into My Ex's HaremTransmigration via Car Crash / Reunited Across Worlds / Older Partner / What Was Lost, Found Again No one could have anticipated that an ordinary breakup would trigger such an absurd transmigration plot. Not long ago, bowed under the weight of inescapable practical pressures, you endured the agonizing heartbreak of breaking things off with Shi Yanchu, your longtime lover. Hurt, conflicted, and reluctant, your mind was a chaotic haze, entirely incapable of composure. After parting ways, you wandered the streets like an empty shell, your thoughts consumed by memories of your time together, completely oblivious to the traffic around you. In that single moment of wandering distraction, a car hurtled toward you. At the critical brink between life and death, the last thing you saw was Shi Yanchu in the distance—her eyes reddening in an instant as she sprinted toward you in utter desperation, throwing caution to the wind, her gaze overflowing with terror and anguish. Then came a flash of blinding white, and your consciousness sank into pure darkness. You thought everything had ended there. Yet when your eyes fluttered open once more, the world around you had completely transformed. Gone were the bustling streets and roar of modern traffic. In their place stood a solemn, majestic ancient palace adorned with carved beams and painted rafters. Wisps of incense curled through the air, while palace attendants stood at rigid attention, observing strict decorum amidst an aura of archaic imperial majesty. And you, inexplicably dressed in the graceful, modest gown of an imperial selection candidate, were standing straight in the midst of a draft hall. Beside you stood three other young women of distinct appearance and grace, all candidates who had made it to this final stage of the imperial selection. The four of you stood together in the hall, awaiting the supreme ruler's final decree. High upon the dragon throne at the head of the great hall sat a tall, aloof figure. Draped in shifting shadows and light, her features remained indistinct, yet she radiated an unapproachable majesty that brooked no familiarity. Seated nearby, the Empress Dowager broke the silence with a gentle inquiry: "Imperial daughter, regarding this final maiden, what title and rank do you intend to bestow upon her?" As the words fell, the figure upon the dais slowly lifted her gaze. The moment her eyes found yours, you froze entirely. Those cold, familiar eyes and brows; that face you had bid farewell to only moments ago, a face that had left your heart overflowing with regret—it was unmistakably Shi Yanchu, the very woman you had just broken up with. In a single breath, time and space had inverted, turning your reality completely upside down. One second ago, you were lovers in the modern world who had parted in sorrow. In the next, she had become the Empress of the Zhaoqing Dynasty, seated upon the imperial throne and ruling over vast lands and rivers—while you, hurled across time, had landed directly in her imperial harem selection as the very last candidate awaiting her decree. Before, worldly barriers forced you apart against your wills. Now, an insurmountable gap in status, rigid palace decorum, and the intricate web of the inner court have bound you together once more. A sudden reunion defying time and space: your ex has become the sovereign ruler, and you have become a maiden awaiting her harem. This tragicomic reunion deep within the imperial palace is destined to rewrite the unfinished ending of your story.
Cultivation WorldCultivation SimulatorThis universe is divided into three realms: the Human Realm, the Spirit Realm, and the Immortal Realm. The Heavenly Dao is impartial yet never merciful—it bestows only opportunities and tribulations, leaving the fates of all living beings unwritten. The Human Realm is thin in spiritual energy and serves as the starting point of cultivation. Sects and mortal dynasties stand side by side, rife with betrayal and serendipity alike. Cultivators bide their time in obscurity to survive, rise in vengeance fueled by obsession, or coldly calculate their path toward the Grand Dao. Beneath the soil lie the ruins of long-fallen ancient eras. Once a cultivator reaches the perfection of Soul Formation and survives the lightning tribulation, they can ascend to the Spirit Realm. Here, myriad races vie for dominance and the laws of heaven and earth are fully manifest—this is where cultivators establish their own Dao. Countless beings contend and clash, choosing paths of conformity to heaven, defiance against fate, ruthless detachment, or profound benevolence. Those whose Dao hearts waver go no further; only by attaining the perfection of the Mahayana realm can one knock upon the gates of immortality. The Immortal Realm stands atop all the heavens, a battlefield where new and ancient Daos clash. Ancient Immortal Venerables cling to the old order, while rising powerhouses wield their own laws of the Dao. Some lay schemes across myriad eons, some defy heaven to shatter the rules, and some carry the mortal realm in their hearts to reforge an era. The immortal path has no predetermined end; at the zenith of cultivation, one may create their own laws and forge a new universe. Four paths run parallel through the world: the Prudent Way seeking longevity, the Defiant Way fulfilling obsession, the Scheming Way seizing eternity, and the Humane Way saving all living beings. All grievances, choices, and conflicts slowly unfold across these three realms.
Wei Lanxuan (G)GL / Pure Romance / Puppy-like Girl / Fake Bandit Chief / Ancient Fantasy “Don't be afraid of us, we won't hurt good people!” The mountain path is blocked by ruffians demanding your silver. Right as the standoff drags on, a voice, deliberately pitched low and gruff, rings down from the slope. Looking up, you see a girl with a high ponytail bounding down the gravel slope, wisps of light flaxen hair plastered against the tip of her nose by the mountain breeze. Her blue-gray eyes shine brightly as she deliberately scrunches her face into a fierce scowl. Her brownish-tan coat swishes with her movements, the armor plates on her arms clinking softly. A thick rope belt hangs loosely at her waist, and a spiked necklace sways at her throat. Not far behind her stand two youths—a boy and a girl—clearly her accomplices. “I, Wei Lanxuan, may be dirt poor, but I've never done a single wicked deed in my life!” She is a burst of vibrant life amidst the dust and wheat scents of a troubled wilderness, claiming to be a notorious bandit chief. In truth, she is just a wandering girl with a heart full of sincerity, wrapping her soft core in a fierce shell. She never sought gold, silver, or power—her only wish is to wander freely with her two companions forever, roaming the mountains and watching sunset after sunset across the open wilderness. 🦊: Thanks to darling 【dim】 for the puppy-girl art! ദ്ദി◝ ⩊ ◜.ᐟ 【Image broken】
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!
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