Do not seek to know. Discern. If you want to survive, do not delve too deep.... more>>

Welcome to a mire worse than Hell. <<less

Li Qi thought that even after transmigrating, his life would be one of quiet obscurity.... more>>

Yet in a twist of fate, he caught a fleeting glimpse of a path leading upward – an opportunity to rise.

That single spark rekindled the fire in his heart, giving him the courage to set foot on the long road of cultivation, to chase the Dao.

A man with ambition in his heart should ride the waves and drive through mountains, shaking the world with ten thousand miles of crashing tides! <<less

You think too much, cultivation is not like this…... more>>

When Kong Hou steps on the path to cultivation, she learns that all xianxia stories are full of lies.

A relaxed cultivation story.

Kong Hou: a traditional musical instrument like a harp. The female protagonist’s name. <<less

This is a story that follows the courtship between a stone from Hell and a god from Heaven that begins in the underworld and spans... more>> for three lifetimes in the mortal realm. <<less

Yaoying transmigrated into a novel.... more>>

In the chaotic and troubled times, many nations were at war. Her father happened to be the most powerful of those vying for supremacy, her brother turning out to be the male lead that finally dominated the Central Plains.

As the male lead’s younger sister, Yaoying was ready to accept this benefit that came without her having to lift a finger.

But it turned out that the male lead hated her to the bone, going as far as to have her marry the sixty-year-old grassland tribal chief in place of the female lead.

Yaoying was forced to marry. Wolves in front, tigers in the back—beasts surrounding her—all coveting the lovely-as-a-flower Chinese princess.

At the moment of crisis, the novel’s young and legendary lord who was destined to die young passed through with his troops.

To escape from their clutches, the trembling Yaoying pointed at the sickly lord: This princess fell in love with you at first sight. If you won’t marry, I’ll seek you out with a dowry!

The lord’s subordinates paled with alarm: Princess mustn’t speak so casually! Our king is a monk, a noble-blooded Buddha’s son!

Yaoying, with a face full of grievances: This princess doesn’t disdain that you’re a monk. In life, I am your person; in death, I am your ghost!

Monk: ….

From then on, the tale of the Buddha’s son and the Chinese princess began to circulate through the grasslands.

Monk whose reputation couldn’t be cleared even if he plunged into the Yellow River: ….

Note : The title refers to an expression that for friends, family, and lovers separated far away, moonlit nights would make them miss each other more. <<less

One fateful day, a girl time slipped into the Sengoku Era.... more>>

It was an abrupt enough event to be dubbed god’s whim, done to sate hellish boredom.

The girl has no power to change the world.

She was a very ordinary, common, and plain girl that can be found anywhere.

And that girl can do no more than a single thing.

Survive the Sengoku Era ——– that’s all. <<less

It was the twenty-third year of Tianxi. Rumours traversed the streets that the all-knowing Imperial Advisor suffered a great calamity and could not help but enter seclusion to focus on cultivation. However, the commoners secretly clapped their hands and rejoiced. In the winter of the same year, a young monk appeared in the Hui Zhou Fu’s Ningyang District. ... more>>

The monk’s monastic title was Xuan Min, his memories all missing, yet was versed in the arts of Feng Shui Kan Yu. On the very first day arriving in Ningyang, he did not hesitate to take care of a dangerous manor, picking up Xue Xian, who was hidden there, along the way.

Since then, Xue Xian – who had been all-powerful in the first half of his life – gained a new life pursuit: to get this baldy who had only a good outer appearance to take his last breath and “smile from his grave”.

Xue Xian: If you are unhappy, then I will be happy. If you die, I’ll laugh my ass off.

Xuan Min: … <<less

Scattered leaves fall on the Go game board beside the rotten axe (烂柯), but there is no one playing this Go of Fate (棋缘) amongst the old trees. Prosperity leads to primordial unity, and then reflects on the vast mountains and seas. An hour in the game is a year of the life.... more>>

When he woke up, Ji Yuan became a half-blind beggar in a dilapidated mountain temple. When one lacks strength, one must rely on bluffing. A real person has a sword, while a charlatan has only their speech. This is the fundamental difference that determines survival and status in this terrifying world. When life is real, a year in the dream may be just a blinking moment of it.

[Translator’s summary: a slice of life story in which a cultivator wanders the world, exploring all it has to offer and gaining a reputation as a powerful, wise teacher.] <<less

In the jianghu, who can resist a bit of flirting?... more>>

Aloof, protective, and proud young disciple gong X trouble-prone, reckless, death-defying and seemingly straight-laced but actually carefree shifu.

Once you enter the jianghu, the years fly by.

“The world is a battlefield; wherever the jianghu exists, so do the cycles of vengeance and retribution. You either flourish or die.” Many years ago, when young Chu Xiwei first joined the sect, he heard these words, and they chilled him to the bone like a blanket of snow.

After scaring the young disciple, Ye Fusheng leisurely took a sip of his tea and said, “Everything I just told you is nonsense.”

This is a story of a carefree and flirtatious shifu digging up old grievances and adventures in the jianghu. It’s also a romantic tale of a loyal and proud disciple who follows his shifu through life and death without ever giving up.

After the storm, the splendor fades to ash. With it, the Graceful Phantom blade is sealed away from the world. <<less

“The first person to dig ziliujin fuel out of the ground could never have predicted that what they dug out was the beginning of a dog-eat-dog age.... more>>

Our entire life was but an ugly confidence game of greed; this is something everyone knows, but that they could not bring to light.

From where did this con begin? Maybe from atop the first clean white canvas sails of a foreign ship that sailed across the ocean, or from beneath the great wing of a Giant Kite as it rose unsteadily into the skies — or from a time even before that: as the spreading ziliujin, like an ink stain upon the earth, turned the great plains of the wild north into a sea of flames.

Or maybe it was when We… when I met Gu Yun in a world all covered in ice and snow.” <<less

The day I died was my fiancé's wedding day.... more>>

In a dilapidated temple on the outskirts of the city, I bled from all my seven orifices, slumped over a prayer mat, weeping before a dust-covered Guanyin statue.

I have done no wrong against heaven or earth. So why… why have I ended up abandoned by all?

Guanyin remained silent, gazing at me with sorrowful compassion.

Outside, an urgent sound of galloping hooves broke through the stillness. Someone, cloaked in a frigid aura, approached me.

My eyes had already lost their sight, yet I futilely turned toward his direction, my voice hoarse as I pleaded:

"Whoever you are, please… ensure my body is taken care of. In the next life, I will surely repay you."

He trembled as he held me in his arms. A single scorching tear fell upon my brow.

It was the night of the first snowfall, the weather was bitterly cold.

The cherished granddaughter of Marquis Zhongyong died in the wilderness at the age of sixteen. <<less

The boundless universe was filled with all sorts of wonders.... more>>

I, Chen Ping’an, only have one sword, to move mountains, turn the seas upside down, suppress demons, deal with gods, pluck stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and open the heavenly abode!

My name is Chen Ping’an, Ping’an* of Peace, and I am a swordsman.

The Midland world was full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of.

At the edge of the East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.

In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.

In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.

An impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Sword Kinesis Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.

He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wasteland.

Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.

Notes:

* Ping’an means peace

** The four directions here are just the four sides of the map of China and the earth. As for the World of Righteousness, it was only one of the four “World”. <<less

When Han Kain woke up, he and several other people were inside a mysterious hotel with different rules and different expectations. ... more>>

Going into each hotel room threw them into other worlds and scenarios where they must brace death at times to escape or lift the curse of the individual rooms for a chance to bring everyone that died during the process back to life.

Using their blessings that were given at the time of entry, they have to weave their way through the rooms while sometimes sacrificing themselves for a higher likelihood of success.

* Very little horror; more of a thriller <<less

I have experienced all the eight sufferings of this world.... more>>

I do not ask for nirvana, but for you.

Wild and hard-to-tame demon (gong) X Cold, ascetic and childish immortal (shou) <<less

Beyond the earthly realm were Buddha and the Dharma. In the earthly realm were feelings of love. Camel bells rang the song of the West,... more>> about a love story that journeyed along the Silk Road over a thousand years ago… <<less

Ever since he was little, Xi Jia’s yin energy was strong, so every day he saw and ran into ghosts. ... more>>

One day, he accidentally broke the protection amulet.

Celestial Master Ye Jingzhi happened to pass by and helped.

Are ghost catching Celestial Masters all legit masters?

WeChat official accounts, Taobao online shops, looking at gossip tabloids every day.

Since then, Xi Jia has refreshed the lower limit again and again, and met a group of completely unreliable Celestial Masters.

Binding spirits, doppelgängers, the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor, the ghost market of Poyang…

The door to a new world is slowly opening. <<less

“Am I dead?” ... more>>

While working at a construction site as usual, Jeong Jikhan experienced the afterlife when a dump truck overturned.

“I erased your name from the list.”

With the help of the goblin Kang Muchi, he gets a chance to live again!

Instead of coming back from the dead, he is told that he has to work at the 'Café of the Departed'...

“You mean I can get good karma and receive money?”

The story of Jeong Jikhan, who relieves the grudges of the dead and accumulates karma, begins now!

* MC's name means "honest" in Korean <<less

I am home alone, planning my escape.... more>>

My new husband has gone to work.

But I know he actually hasn’t.

He is outside the door, looking through the peephole at me. He's been standing there all day long.

At 5:25 in the afternoon, he will open the door and pretend to have just gotten off a long day at work, saying: “A-Zhen, I worked very hard today. I missed you so much.”

I have to run away, because not only is “he” pretending to be my husband, but “he”…..isn’t a human being!

Now, I have three plans….. <<less

Wen Han has arrived in Nepal on vacation and, as a Buddhist believer, also a pilgrimage. But very shortly after entering the borders, she runs in again into someone she had had one encounter with six months ago, hundreds of miles away on the far-off Tibetan Plateau. He, at the time, had been a monk. But now, when she saw him, he had returned to the secular life and carried a gun on him.... more>>

She inadvertently gets to know this man, Cheng Muyun, more, and each time, as another layer of him is revealed, she is both terrified and drawn to him. A rogue? A criminal? Or something else? Dangerous, yes. Yet, he can be so tender. But always magnetic.

With each step closer that she gets to him, though, Wen Han, an ordinary, 1/4-Chinese girl from Moscow, is drawn more into a dangerous, frightening world she had never before imagined. And with each step, as she understands this man named Cheng Muyun more, her heart falls more for him, deeper and deeper, until the thought of being apart from him is too hard to bear. But, they are fated to separate—from the very first day, he had told her that. <<less

Having transmigrated from being a twenty-eight years old female forensic doctor, into a Hua Mulan that had taken off her armor and now returned home, He Mulan expressed there was quite a lot of pressure.... more>>

And completely unlike the ending of the story, there weren’t any fresh flowers and there weren’t any applause. The already thirty years old Hua Mulan, who returned home after removing her armor, was already a monster in the rumors around the countryside.

She was a mix of Xianbei and Han Chinese, her height was tall, her appearance not at all beautiful, her temperament was cold, her strength without a comparison. She had even killed before, wielded a saber before, and had the reputation of eating at the same table, living under the same roof as men for twelve years. She had long been prepared for a lifetime of loneliness.

The line she used to refuse the emissary from Rouran, as well as the requests of her relatives: “My menses never came before”, had further become the original sin of her failure at being a woman.

The He Mulan who’d been defrauded by the villagers until she wanted to vomit blood, resolutely stated:

If she could do it again, she’d definitely conceal her identity, accept the position in the bureaucracy, get a promotion, raise her salary and reach the pinnacle of her life.

In any case, she wouldn’t stand for this extreme suffering! <<less

The most important duty of a Taoist priest is getting rid of monsters, exorcising ghosts, and raising his temple’s reputation! Xie Lingya, though, is not a Taoist priest. He just has the Immortal Roots…... more>>

Some people can learn in a day what takes others ten years of hard work. Xie Lingya is like this–other people have to cleanse themselves and meditate to draw talismans, but he can do it as easy as drinking a glass of water. Unfortunately, in this era, graduating from a renowned university is much more valuable than the talent for cultivation. He who has the Immortal Roots finally chose to study finance.

However, the world is unpredictable. His uncle, a Taoist priest, died unexpectedly, leaving his temple to Xie Lingya. His last wish was for his nephew to find the right person to inherit his sect’s teachings.

So Xie Lingya, who had no intentions to become a Taoist, ended up as… the owner of a Taoist temple. He began to earnestly manage the deserted little place, striving to gain believers. He also struggled to recruit priests, in hope of finding a suitable successor for his uncle. After a chance encounter, his target became Shi Changxuan, who came from an influential Taoist family and had outstanding skills. Not scared off by the man’s aloof personality, he struck up a conversation and tried to get his phone number. He didn’t realize this move could be easily misunderstood… <<less

When the man opened his eyes, he was reincarnated as the heir of a famous clan in the Sengoku Era.... more>>

Unfortunately, the 'famous clan' he was reincarnated into is different from the famous clan in his expectation. What is waiting for him in the future is death.

As such while facing the harsh reality the man struggled, all in order to change his future.

This is a tale of a young man rising in the harsh Sengoku era using the art of war. <<less

In the spring of 1945, Shen Ruozhen, a patriotic banker, secretly sent out the last batch of anti-coins and closed Fuhua Bank. ... more>>

However, during the safe transfer, his ship was shipwrecked.

As he lost consciousness, he thought he was going to die.

Later, he heard someone talking beside him, reciting a pair of elegiac couplets.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself lying in a 21st century advanced ward.

There was a handsome but indifferent stranger sitting by his bedside.

“Who are you?” Shen Ruozhen asked.

“Don’t you remember me?” the stranger replied.

“I don’t know you,” Shen Ruozhen said.

“Chu Zhichen, it’s no use pretending to have amnesia after such a big accident,” the stranger said.

Shen Ruozhen was confused.

He had never heard of Chu Zhichen before.

But as he looked at the stranger’s face, he felt a sense of familiarity.

——

“Seems I’m…” Shen Ruozhen coughed, a wet, rattling sound that tore at Xiang Mingzhang’s heart. “Breaking my promise…”

“No!” he roared, his voice thick with denial. “We promised to live together! You’re a man of your word, Shen Ruozhen. You can’t break it now!”

“This year…” he rasped, his voice barely audible. “Happiest year of my life…”

“Hold on,” he pleaded, his voice cracking. “Don’t leave me, Ruozhen, don’t leave me.”

—— <<less

"The immortal caresses my head, ties my hair, I gain immortality."... more>>

IBM z15, 190 CPUs, 40TB of memory, 12.2 billion transistors.

With the portable server room space, I came to the world of immortality.

This is a story of immortality with the help of IBM z15.

Everything is for immortality! <<less

Master said, the woman I held in my hands, I must protect for the rest of my life... more>>

Master said, it’s hard to cultivate as a Demon, and once you enter the Demon Dao, you should never look back.

Master said, Heaven is a Circle and the Earth is a Square; that Circle represents (is) consummate perfection, and that Square represents (is) the edges and corners of one’s Heart, it’s a rebellion against Fate, a Disobedience to Heaven.

My master is named Ning Fan, he’s not a person, he’s merely a Butterfly who has entered Demonhood. He was searching for someone. No one knew who he was searching for. No one knew how long he would search for… <<less