PREVIEW

... in Mountain Taoist.”

“Oh?”

“Is that so?”

White Mountain Monk and Taoist Qinghe looked at Xu Yang with some surprise, but they quickly came to terms with it.

If the changes in the Hundred Ghosts Forest were known to White Mountain, how could he, renowned in Jinhua for his exceptional abilities, the King Shifa, not know?

Taoist Qinghe asked curiously, “Brother Shi, how does that Yin Mountain Taoist’s skills compare to yours?”

YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
MTL - Beautiful Farming WifeChapter 269 Xiao Jingrui 7
 450.3k
4.1/5(votes)
RomanceSlice Of Life

“Aiyo, this time someone’s going to die. This is going to be a big deal.”

She had transmigrated, and her architectural style had transcended into that of a village girl. How could she be so ungrounded?!

When she opened her eyes, she saw a group of people beating her up.

Mama, who can tell her what’s going on?

That patched up but handsome shy man actually liked her?

- Description from Novelupdates

Almighty CoachChapter 626 (END) - Legendary Coach (Finale)
 21.7k
4.2/5(votes)
GameSportsSlice Of Life

How could a poor graduate student without any background or connections become successful? With a coaching system? An upgrade? This is not a computer game, but real life we’re talking about!

Longevity: Starting from Refining GuChapter 507 - 286: This Trip, Hunt the Number 10800
 4.6k
5.0/5(votes)
EasternFantasyXianxia

Between heaven and earth lies the greatest truth, and the manifestation of the great truth descends in the form of Gu.  People cultivate the Qi of heaven and earth around their bodies to control Gu and exert their magical power.  One year after his transmigration, Chen Qing finally discovered his special features on the day he contracted his first Gu. He was actually able to see through everything about the Gu...  Therefore, he began to march toward the road to immortality step by step.

A Dangerous ObsessionChapter 14 -
 2
4.0/5(votes)
FantasyRomanceAdult

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.