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Drawing the Sword
Wuxia

Drawing the Sword

A cap crafted with novel ingenuity, hewn from bamboo; mist curls and clouds steam, long undried! / Yet another wuxia novel! / This is a line from a poem by Wang Anshi. Its original meaning is that the bamboo cap given by a friend is novel in style, possessing a beauty of returning to simplicity. / The blurb borrows this line in the hope of writing wuxia—an old subject—with free and unrestrained flair.

89 chapters

On the Night of the Clan Massacre, My Yijin Jing Reached Great Perfection!
Wuxia

On the Night of the Clan Massacre, My Yijin Jing Reached Great Perfection!

Fang Shuwen transmigrated into a wuxia world. After nineteen years of hardship, despite trying his utmost, he still had no chance of achieving great martial mastery and could only become a mere guard martial arts instructor for the Zhou family. Unexpectedly, this activated the Guard System. As long as he completed protection missions, he could obtain all kinds of rewards. [Guard Mission Reward: Yijin Jing Great Perfection!] [Guard Mission Reward: Heavenly Will Four Symbols Art Great Perfection!] [Guard Mission Reward: Twelve-Gate Golden Bell Shield!] From then on, he purged the Demonic Cult, slew demonic beings, quelled unrest on all four sides, and settled the affairs of all eight directions. After a hundred years of vicissitudes, Fang Shuwen—already standing at the pinnacle of the martial world—looked back on half his life and couldn't help scratching his head: “This script is off! Aren't I just a lowly guard martial arts instructor?”

94 chapters

A Blind Swordsman's Sword Coffin
Cultivation & Xianxia

A Blind Swordsman's Sword Coffin

He was blind, carried a coffin on his back, and suffered a tragic past. His sect said, "We will protect you." His brothers said, "We will accompany you." The sword spirit said, "I... will wait for you." Later, he became the Lord of the Immortal Realm and regained his sight. Looking back upon the path he had walked, only one sentiment remained— "When the wind came, I walked slowly; when the rain came, I kept to the side; when thunder struck, I covered my ears as I walked." "In the end... this little blind boy walked alone for a very, very long time." What lay on his back was not a sword casket, but a sword coffin—a coffin meant to bury swords! From that moment on, the youth harboring lofty ambitions stepped straight into the bloody storm of...

1770 chapters