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When infinite time is compressed into a single instant, anything becomes possible. Rising from humble beginnings, he walks through the cracks of time, overturning billions of years of enslavement. This is the story of an immortal man and his kin, as they break free from the shackles of fate.

The Human Trilogy, Book One. A mysterious radio signal triggers an unprecedented crisis. Zhang Mingyang, a young man, becomes entangled in a web of enigmas—a cryptic photograph, a secretive plan, and elusive figures. One bewildering encounter after another draws him ever deeper into the mystery. A signal broadcast sixty years ago, a photograph from thirty years past, and a secret buried for two decades—these interconnected clues guide humanity toward an uncharted journey. The future appears bright, yet they remain oblivious to how deeply they are already ensnared. Faced with dangers unknown, how will humanity find a way out of this predicament?

When Lu Fei awoke, he was stunned to find two monsters by his side—one with the head of a bird, the other with the head of a pig, and one of them even carried a gourd on his back. Instinctively, he looked down at himself, only to discover that he was covered in white fur... PS: This is the tale of a little demon, who, with a stat-adding panel, embarks on a journey of farming and self-growth. PS: Journey to the West

An unremarkable youth, caught in the midst of an ancient catastrophe that arises but once in tens of thousands of years, finds himself swept into a grand era of strife and contention. Amidst the upheaval, sovereign bloodlines emerge, gathering heroes and prodigies from every corner. In these turbulent times, beauties are as resplendent as paintings, and heroes are celebrated in song. Yet, who among them is truly destined to rise in answer to this calamity?

In the twentieth year of Zhaoning, Pei Xiunian finally awaited the fateful chance to ascend in the world. On that day, he killed the third prince of the Great Zhou and took his place. "Speak—who did you meet with last night?" The Empress Dowager sneered, flinging out several portraits. Each depicted a different figure: a fox spirit from Qingqiu, a swordsman in white, a Daoist Grandmaster in ceremonial robes. Pei Xiunian gritted his teeth and swore, "Heaven and earth can witness, I went nowhere!" "You refuse to confess? Guards, lock the doors!"

In my previous life, I was a master thief; in this life, I am the god of theft. Spirit stones, elixirs, cultivation techniques—if they can be stolen, I'll steal them. Magical treasures, money, beauties—well, beauties... that might be a bit tricky to steal... Should I steal them or not? Waiting online for advice!

Zhu Xuan was born with no extraordinary luck, into a humble rural family with only a few acres of thin land and a handful of livestock. She had older brothers and sisters above, younger siblings below; every three years, two more mouths were added to the family table. Her father wandered idly about, neglecting his duties, but fortunately, her mother and grandparents worked diligently to keep the household afloat. Sandwiched in the middle, Zhu Xuan grew up half-fed, half-starved, somehow making it through. Had it not been for the benevolence of a transmigrator who instituted three years of compulsory education for all in this feudal society, the native-born Zhu Xuan’s fate would have been to marry some ordinary fellow from a neighboring village, someone like Wang Er or Li San. But at six years old, she entered the village school, and with her studies, her scholarly name changed to Zhu Xuan—Xuan, meaning “small flight.” Furious flight, hungry cry; Xuan is unstoppable. The flutter of a transmigrator’s butterfly wings created a narrow fissure in this world, a crack that led toward the ladder to the heavens, and Zhu Xuan, with luck and clarity, squeezed her way through. * That spring, the examination halls saw the addition of several female figures adorned in hairpins and skirts; for the first time, women could participate in the imperial examinations. When the top rankings were revealed, the entire court was shaken—a woman had claimed the highest honor. As the first woman in history to rightfully earn the title of top scholar, Zhu Xuan recalled her years of study, when women were still barred from the exams. Men studied for fame and fortune, to enter the emperor’s court at dusk. But in those lonely years of learning, before women were allowed to take the imperial exams, what meaning did her pursuit of knowledge hold? Perhaps it was only for the sake of bearing witness to her own path—to prove Zhu Xuan’s own way. “Besides being chosen, arranged, married off, giving birth, and passively completing the life prescribed for a woman, perhaps—just perhaps—I might, through learning and wisdom, discover other possibilities.” “Though born a humble sparrow, I too harbor the ambitions of a swan.” Alternate title: “Eternal Celebration” The daylily flourishes; eternal youth endures. May a hundred thousand birthdays know no end. —Anonymous Song Dynasty, “Eternal Celebration” Notes: 1. This story is set in an imagined world. The examination system is a blend of historical and invented elements; please do not scrutinize for accuracy. 2. The heroine is a true native, untouched by transmigration, though some supporting characters are transmigrators. 3. This is not a typical examination novel—it does not follow a fast-paced, power-up narrative. The main thread is the heroine’s journey of self-discovery and growth. 4. The early chapters dwell on family life and rural daily scenes, with a slow pace and no major golden finger; the heroine advances step by step. 5. There is a hint of romance, but it will not overshadow the heroine’s career line. She will not marry, bear children, or retreat into the inner chambers; the official pairing is largely in the background. 6. Every reader has their own taste; if you choose to abandon the book, no need to announce it. 7. The author is a novice, with limited skill and many shortcomings. Every subscriber to the official release is an angel—thank you for your understanding. 8. Regarding the word “humble origins” in the title: in early history, it referred specifically to scholar clans of low status; after the decline of the aristocracy in the Wei and Jin dynasties, it broadly referred to families of modest means. The title uses the latter meaning.

When Han Qing awoke, he found the world utterly transformed. There was a beautiful wife, charming and gentle; a masked assassin forever losing her way; an old beggar in white, pleading atop the city walls by day and wielding a flying sword to kill in the dead of night. It was the second year of the Qingli era—a time of great turmoil in the court, with powerful enemies at the borders and treacherous ministers within. At this moment, Han Qing was still an inconspicuous young scholar, struggling from place to place for the sake of livelihood and his future. In this life, he did not seek noble rank or high office—only that injustice would no longer stain the world. This is the tale of a humble man’s rise from obscurity.

After being transported from the modern world into a poor farming family in northern Ming China, Zhou Zhi found himself confronting a life of hardship and humiliation. The weight of poverty pressed upon him, making the pursuit of scholarly studies fraught with obstacles at every turn. In an age where scholars thrived and illustrious ministers filled the imperial court, to rise above the masses was no easy feat. Yet, where there is resolve, there is a way. This young man, still bearing the rustic air of the countryside, was determined to prove that the saying "A humble farmer by morning, a court official by evening" was not merely a legend. He would become a pillar of the Great Ming, carving his name into history through unwavering will and relentless effort.

By chance, I traveled to America. By chance, I made many friends. By chance, I helped many people. By chance, I became a mysterious hero in America.

If you were an ordinary person living in a world overrun by zombies and monstrous beasts, would you be afraid? But what if you could effortlessly master all the martial arts of Grandmaster Jin—such as the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, the Nine Yang Divine Skill, and the Tendon-Altering Sutra? Would you still fear the apocalypse? Well then, if you remain apprehensive, imagine adding to your repertoire the Threefold Vital Energy, the Cloud-Piercing Palm, the Wind God’s Legs, the Myriad Swords Returning to the Sect, and the Infinite Mahākaruṇa—each a pinnacle of martial prowess. Still afraid? Do not worry, for there are also celestial martial arts, superlative techniques, and countless others awaiting you. Let us journey forth, undaunted, into this world of chaos and legend.

A soothing novel where gastronomy and travel go hand in hand. The traveler Lin Shenlu roams the vast beauty of the land, savoring both the wonders of the world and the joys of the table—eating as she journeys, loving as she lives. She chases after rainbow clouds over Erhai in Dali, sharing a rare matsutake feast. In the Xisha Islands, she dives freely into the deep sea, savoring freshly poached lingzhi crab. In the earthly paradise of Kanas, she enjoys roasted naan paired with whole lamb by the crystal-clear waters. On Dongtai Jiner Lake, she captures a glimpse of Tiffany blue upon its surface. In Enshi, a place as enchanting as Semporna, she finds pristine streams running down sheer cliffs. North of the Wu River, on Fairy Mountain, light mist and white horses evoke a dreamlike journey. This story features a single female protagonist—there are absolutely no multiple leads; all other characters are merely supporting roles. Literary and quietly emotional, it brings both comfort and gentle melancholy. Perfect for those seeking to slow down, immerse themselves, and read at a leisurely pace. If this is not your taste, simply close the page and move on.