Wei Li appeared to be a simple and enchanting little girl, b...

Mist? Natural disaster? Or... a miracle? Child? Savior? Or.....

Mist shrouds the mountains and rivers, as mystery descends u...

When I gazed into those eyes, I knew I had already gone mad....

Haunted houses spell death—enter at your own risk! While mos...

As an alien, Li Miao adhered strictly to the Interstellar St...

As the saying goes, when one rises to immortality, even the ...

When the Lotus of Heaven blooms, it unlocks the gates betwee...

Mythical Journey is an immortal cultivation novel written by...

Let cultivation techniques soar freely, shattering the rigid...

Recalling the days of the glorious Kaiyuan era, even the sma...

In the year 197, during the Battle of Wancheng, Zhang Xiu le...

Wei Li appeared to be a simple and enchanting little girl, but in truth, she was a greedy old monster at heart. No one knew where she came from—not even herself. Countless admirers fell for her, and even more met their end at her hands. But ever since she encountered Guangzong, the monk who drove a sealing nail into her brow, everything changed. Perhaps it was the chill of that talismanic nail that froze her desires, or perhaps this monk was simply different from the rest. Guangzong promised her that if she helped him redeem ninety-nine souls, he would remove the nail and return her freedom. This fool—did he really believe that once she finished helping him, she would become a convert herself? Impossible. She was born a monster.

Mist? Natural disaster? Or... a miracle? Child? Savior? Or... a pawn? I come from the Dunlun City Orphanage, and I have witnessed with my own eyes the unveiling of this absurd farce: the tree of technology has been locked away, only to be overturned once more; the mysteries once forgotten have returned again. Light has been barred beyond the shrouding mist, and all I can do is embrace... I come from the Dunlun City Orphanage. I am an orphan.

Mist shrouds the mountains and rivers, as mystery descends upon the land. For a hundred years, technological civilization has stagnated, and human evolution has begun anew. Nature favors the strong and the fit survive. With the enigmatic invasion, the wisdom of the ancients shines upon the present. Where, then, lies humanity’s ultimate destination? Do not ask when we shall return; let us seize the day. This destiny—I shall take into my own hands!

When I gazed into those eyes, I knew I had already gone mad.

Haunted houses spell death—enter at your own risk! While most shudder at the mere mention of such cursed dwellings, I have made a profession out of them. By a twist of fate, I became a dealer in haunted properties. Soul-locking copper bowls, the Eight Serpents entwining the Dragon, paper effigies offering birthday blessings, the Bridge of Shadows that alters destinies... Ten of the most bizarre and terrifying haunted houses, their case files revealed anew! Behind each accursed home lies a chilling, secret tale. (The audio novel is now also available on Himalaya FM.)

As an alien, Li Miao adhered strictly to the Interstellar Standard Code of Conduct, silently blending into the world of cultivation. With an unconventional perspective, he began to analyze this entire realm through a lens unlike any other.

As the saying goes, when one rises to immortality, even the chickens and dogs ascend to heaven. Ji Yao, who was reborn into the world of cultivation, thought that with a powerful figure behind her, her future would be smooth and worry-free. Who could have guessed that the path of cultivation would be filled with splitting mountains and cleaving seas, exhausting her to the bone? In the end, she realized it was nothing more than a journey to fill in the pits left behind by others... Well, so be it. Perhaps it's better to seek amusement elsewhere! The thrill of watching drama is fleeting, but to indulge in it endlessly—why is it so difficult? Until one day, when the drama landed squarely on her own head, Ji Yao could only say, "Senior Brother, I can’t handle this anymore!"

When the Lotus of Heaven blooms, it unlocks the gates between two realms, yet the heart of the Way is sealed within a jade vessel. With a flick of the fingers, three thousand cycles are mastered; once the Celestial Elixir is complete, it is brewed within a single cauldron. This is the tale of an endless journey upon the immortal path!

Mythical Journey is an immortal cultivation novel written by Dongfang Baihua... The story took place at the end of summer in 2006, when I had just started university. Though it was already September, the heat still lingered; the blazing sun in the sky scorched the world below, making the sweltering air almost unbearable. By the time I arrived at Tianjin Medical Academy, burdened with my luggage of all sizes, I was drenched in sweat. After registering at the check-in counter, I wasted no time inquiring about the location of my dormitory and hurried there without delay. Upon finding the room, I pushed open the door and saw a slender, dark-skinned young man sitting on a bunk. As soon as he saw me enter, he immediately stood up, grinned broadly, and revealed a set of dazzlingly white teeth that sharply contrasted with his complexion. I guessed he must be my roommate, so I greeted him with a smile, “Hello...”

Let cultivation techniques soar freely, shattering the rigid hierarchies of the immortal world. Let cultivators arm themselves with instant noodles and cigarettes, embarking on journeys of training whenever their hearts desire. The protagonist once aspired to become a peerless powerhouse, but, hindered by mediocre talent, achieved nothing after years of toil. To survive, he devoted himself to entrepreneurship, forging bonds with heroes and legends, investing in promising youths, and establishing a vast enterprise within the world of cultivation. Step by step, he crafted a more humane realm for practitioners, laying the foundation for a legacy that would endure through the ages.

Recalling the days of the glorious Kaiyuan era, even the smallest towns sheltered ten thousand households. Rice flowed like oil and millet gleamed white; granaries, both public and private, brimmed with abundance. In the fourth year of Kaiyuan, the Tang Empire stood at its zenith, and Chang’an of Jingzhao was, without equal, the most splendid city on earth. Li Bai, Du Fu, He Zhizhang, Wang Wei, Meng Haoran, Wang Changling, Wang Zhihuan, Wang Han, Cen Shen—illustrious literati whose names would echo through the ages—were about to make their grand entrance. Wang Zhongsi, Zhang Shougui, Li Yi, Geshu Han, Gao Xianzhi, Guo Ziyi—heroes whose deeds, for better or worse, would shape history—stood ready to take the stage in turn. Zhang Xu, Wu Daozi, Pei Min, Gongsun Daniu, Xu Hezi, Li Guinian—masters and geniuses of their arts—were soon to etch their names into the annals of time. Born in a flourishing age, Du Shiyi, a once celebrated prodigy now faded into mediocrity, cared not for the fate of the empire, but for how to live his second life with greater brilliance. In the radiant Tang dynasty, there was boldness and pride, unwavering self-assurance, generals rising and officials ascending, palaces opening to the heavens, and envoys from myriad nations bowing before imperial majesty.

In the year 197, during the Battle of Wancheng, Zhang Xiu led ten thousand troops in a sudden assault. The leader, Cao, demanded of his generals, "Who among you will drive back the enemy?" Cao Ren replied, "My lord, grant me just eight thousand men, and I will capture Zhang Xiu alive on the battlefield." Yu Jin declared, "My lord, give me five thousand soldiers, and I will surely repel Zhang Xiu." Cao Hong boasted, "My lord, with four thousand troops, I'll bring Zhang Xiu back to drink with us." Yue Jin said, "My lord, with just three thousand men under my command, I will defeat Zhang Xiu." Then Cao Ang stepped forward: "My lord, I require only two thousand men—no, eighteen hundred will suffice." In the corner of the command tent, the transmigrator Cao Xin curled his lip in disdain. Damn, even on Cao’s side, the competition is this fierce. Without joining the fray, there’s simply no chance to stand out. "No need to argue," he said, stepping forward with a massive iron spear slung over his shoulder. "I’ll go alone." Thus began his transformation into the ultimate contender, toying with the Three Kingdoms at his whim.