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The person with the best martial art skill in the world, whose prestige is unparalleled. The head disciple of Tian Qing sect, the leading sect of all Six Great sects, and Jianghu’s number one, Ming Chang Yan shaoxia. During a decisive battle, he slipped and fell. His ten years of cultivation was completely annihilated and reduced to a normal human. Fortunately, he was lucky enough to have fate decide that his life shouldn’t end there, and he survived. The doctor told him, “To gain back your cultivation, enter the palace as a concubine!” In order to get the medical herb that was given to the emperor by the Xi Yu Region, the immortal’s grass, Ming shaoxia could only wear a skirt, apply makeup, endure the humiliation, suffer patiently, and join the palace drama. Ming Chang Yan: This shaoxia is shameless. Unfortunately, just as he dressed up in drag and entered the palace, he meets the man he once picked up from under a mountain. ….. Ming Chang Yan: I was joking just now…..this is too shameless! If I were to be found out by him, my (old) number one reputation would go down the drain! - Description from Novelupdates

In the third year of the Kaihuang era, as the Great Sui began to unfold between the fall of the Northern Dynasties and the rise of the glorious Tang Dynasty, Emperor Yang Jian created the House of Blades – an intelligence agency for strategies and conspiracies – in preparation to unify the world. On a snowy night, a convoy of tribute from the Kingdom of Khotan was raided. Not one soul survived the attack. Feng Xiao, Second Commandant of the House of Blades, was ordered by the Emperor to investigate the matter in person. On the distant border, a storm brewed as major forces gathered from all sides in Liugong Town. The strong rubbed shoulders with the strong; the skilled crossed paths with the skilled. Here, the ever-successful Second Commandant Feng ran into a wall for the first time – all because of a feeble Taoist priest with ailing health. Some things would never be known if no fights were ever picked. Only through their skirmishes did Feng Xiao realise that this sick bastard seemed to have way more aliases and personas than he himself ever did. - Description from Novelupdates

Some people transmigrate into Emperors, others become wangye. They live in luxury; their hands covering the Heavens. Some people transmigrate into shizuns, or sect leaders. They would have the respect of all, their powers supernatural. Some unlucky souls become villains, but even with their terrible reputations they would still have enough power to summon rain from the sky, maybe even manage to kill off the protagonist. But Li Changtian, a stand up young man from a good family, who died on the battlefield protecting someone, widened his eyes. He! Transmigrated! Into a person everyone wanted dead, with an unabsolvable crime! Li Changtian: “??? Wait wait, did something go wrong somewhere?” The magistrate of the Imperial Justice Bureau, Yan Shu, who hated injustice more than anything in the world had just stepped onto his head and said in an ice cold voice: “A life for a life.” Li Changtian: “&%%%￥&￥#@” - Description from Novelupdates

Childhood, upbringing, family background, social relations, traumatic experiences… We keep reviewing and seeking out the motives of criminals, exploring the subtlest emotions driving them. It’s not to put ourselves in their shoes and sympathize, or even forgive them; it’s not to find some reasons to exculpate their crimes; it’s not to kneel down before the so-called “complexity of human nature”; nor to introspect social conflicts, much less to alienate ourselves into monsters. We just want to have a fair trial – for ourselves and for those who still have hope for the world. A seme thug specialized in dealing with various kinds of disobedience vs. a cowardly and dissolute uke descended from a rich family - Description from Novelupdates

In the era of steam and mystery, becoming a correspondence student at the Thaumatology Academy was something Shad never thought of. A whispering voice rang in my ears, who was reciting the poems of foreigners—— The old gods and aliens, When the brassy rings of fate turn, The golden runes are flickering. steam surge, the fire flickers, Relic echoes, The old gods revived. The outstretched hand after the thick fog, Pull back the hazy curtain of the crazy age. Guests from afar explore the lands of the Old Continent, Striking the melody of the next era. Came here through the gate of time, Shad put down his suitcase, Look at the silvery moonlight overhead. - Description from novelbuddy

Lord of Mysteries Rawls Adrian, who was invaded by the “uncertain fog”, traveled to March 1349 (three months before Klein Moretti crossed), and Rawls, a “lawyer”, began his mysterious journey. trip. Those who steal the hook will be punished, and those who steal the country will be marquis.