“What did you just ask me?” “Cultivation is very difficult—are you afraid?” “The line before that.” “Do you want to cultivate?” Xu Xian paused briefly, then said, “Cultivation is fine—but enduring hardship is not!”
Xue Mingzhao transmigrated into a cultivation novel. The good news: She didn't transmigrate as the vicious female villain. The bad news: She didn't transmigrate as the female lead either. The even worse news: She transmigrated in her physical body—without a backer, without cultivation, to the point where even a stray dog on the street could wipe the floor with her. To survive, she decided to leech off the female lead's opportunities and secure a place to stay. Instead of leeching any opportunities, however, she ended up joining the dirt-poor Grand Primordium Sect. The sect was penniless, with spiritual energy so thin even a dog would turn its nose up at it. Oh well, since she was already here. The female lead's big opportunity? Snatched. The female villain's treasure? Swiped. The male lead's secret treasure? Sorry, first come, first served. Eventually, the sect turned its fortunes around, and her senior brothers and sisters all made a name for themselves. Just when she thought she could finally kick back and relax, the true secrets of this world began to surface. Only then did Xue Mingzhao realize— Her arrival in this world was no accident at all. Looking at her fellow disciples standing behind her, Xue Mingzhao rolled up her sleeves: Alright then, guess I'll save the world while I'm at it.
At the Sect Assembly, I casually pulled an ancient zither from my robe. The entire venue fell silent. Eldest Senior Brother asked in a trembling voice, "Is that... the Phoenix-Perch Zither that has been missing for a hundred years?" Remaining unfazed, I casually took a hairpin from my hair. Eldest Senior Sister screamed, "That's the divine artifact, the Qingwu Hairpin!" Later, the entire cultivation world was abuzz with rumors that Lin Zhiyue possessed a portable abode filled with countless ancient spiritual tools and even divine artifacts. Only Lin Zhiyue knew that these outfits were just fashions provided by her system. Today she wanted to wear Mist-shrouded Verdure; tomorrow, she would wear Flowing Fire and Scarlet Stars. As for the day after— The damn system suddenly popped up a window: [The limited-time card pool "Mystical Lady of the Nine Heavens" is now open! Collect the full set to unlock flying special effects. Don't miss out!] I looked at the 48 pieces in the pool, along with the facial makeup and hairstyles that required spending money, and fell into deep thought.
Lowly and miserable cultivator Wen Jingshu's soul transmigrated into the body of a top-tier second-generation cultivator who possessed both maxed-out talent and a maxed-out background. Blessed with a rare heavenly lightning spiritual root plus a top-grade mutated hidden wood spiritual root, she reaches Foundation Establishment Stage the moment she draws Qi into her body. She refines eleven pills in a single cauldron batch and crafts talismans with a casual flick of her hand. With a Ninth-Grade Alchemist sister as her backing, the greatest sect shielding her, and a super family giving her strong protection, she starts out with divine artifacts and cultivates with every breath... Country bumpkin Wen Jingshu declares that back when she cultivated in her past life, she never had conditions like these! It would be a crime against her current talents if she didn't grind as hard as possible! As for her reborn senior brother trying to deceive her into ruining her own future while she's young; her book-transmigrating senior sister using plot knowledge to steal her opportunities; and the second-generation immortal undergoing tribulations in the cultivation world who envies her and wants her dead... Wait, she was just keeping a low profile and concealing her strength—how did they actually take her for a push-over? She has a max-level start this time. Whoever blocks her path of cultivation, she will crush them!
Nangong Jiyu, a special forces soldier, sacrificed his life to protect a child during a peacekeeping operation. Reincarnated after death into a world of swords and magic, he became a newborn named Tyr. When he was eight years old, a squad of knights clad in exquisite armor arrived at his home. Tyr learned that his family belonged to the high nobility—specifically, bearing the bloodline of House Callis, one of the empire's five Grand Dukes, known as the Grand Duke of the Sword. The reason for their arrival: the latest Grand Election was about to begin. All eligible children of House Callis were to be gathered and sent into the Sword Prison for training, from which the successor to the next Grand Duke would ultimately be chosen. Tyr: "So the position of Grand Duke Callis doesn't simply pass from father to son?" "Everything must be seized with the sword in your own hands?" "If that's how it is... my blade is sharp as well."
Good news: I transmigrated into the strongest race—a dragon. Bad news: What do you mean the dragon clan has fallen? And that we're being hunted down everywhere by the Angelic God Race? Weakened and fractured, the dragon clan now fights isolated battles. Hunted right from the start, my white dragon childhood friend held onto me, praying that I could survive. Every dragon believes our kind is doomed. But coming from the human world, I know one truth— Disunity leads to destruction, but unity is where the future begins. So I'm done pretending. I'm going to become the Dragon King, and I will make the dragon clan rise again. Until everyone looks up to see shimmering scales soaring across the dark sky once more.
The living beings of this world bear extraordinary bones within their bodies, capable of engraving and carrying countless wondrous arts. With them, they wield great power: conjuring fire and summoning wind, commanding thunder and lightning, swallowing the sun and plucking the stars, suppressing demons and imprisoning gods. These are... Divine Ability Bones. Those who possess them are called... Divine Ability Practitioners.
After being blown to death, Li Nanzhu transmigrates into a beloved “group pampering” novel—as nothing more than a cannon-fodder female supporting character. She thought she was already unlucky enough, only to discover that the sect she randomly joined is actually a gathering place for villains! But what does that have to do with someone like her—someone who just wants to die? Every time she thinks about giving up and rotting away to death, someone always reaches out and pulls her back from the pain. “Why? Why choose me?” “We chose you—because it’s you.” “The sky won’t fall. Someone will always hold it up for you.” Live on. Only by living do you earn the right to become the strongest. Whether it’s redeeming others or redeeming yourself, only by standing at the very peak of the clouds do you gain the right to pursue the truth. And those youths who refused to believe in fate etched their laughter into her destiny, branding warmth into her Dao heart. Even after a thousand years of wind and snow pass—when she looks back, the laughter carved into her fate still echoes through the ages.
"Even though I've been reincarnated as the weakest among the chromatic dragons, and even though I've crossed over as a little female dragon with a disastrous starting hand, at least I'm part of a top-tier race. It’s better than being reincarnated as a maggot." Jonavili Frator Amody looked at her pure white dragon scales, now covered in bloodstains and dust, and was forced to accept the reality: she had somehow transmigrated to this magical continent as a white wyrmling because of a drinking bout. "Since I've come to this strange world, how could I not make a grand name for myself? Hehe, hehe, hehe..."