chinese novel
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Dean Jian paused briefly at the entrance. High Yan noticed this, but before she could ask, Dean Jian walked in as if nothing had happened. The Bamboo private room was spacious, with areas set up for music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, as well as tables for games. Xu Nanjing noticed them enter from the corner…
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Academician Ma opened the document and lowered his eyes without speaking. But Director Huang could guess his thoughts from his expression. Academician Ma’s status at Jiang University and in China’s physics community needed no explanation. So many schools wanted to invite him for lectures, he was Jiang University’s benchmark, and many people considered it an…
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The implantation of the fire seed went smoothly. At first, Xing Shuishui felt nothing except a burning sensation in her body. But as time passed, things began to feel wrong. The fire seed needed to merge with her divine consciousness and attach to her blade. The system was right. The fire of separation was difficult…
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Jiangjing University was always lively at night. Even with exams over, people hadn’t gone home. The famous statue plaza was especially busy. Xu Wenyao wasn’t surprised to see Bai Lian staring at the first row of statues. After all, these were the founding figures and great seniors of Jiangjing University. The principal would come pay…
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“I don’t need a name,” he said. He had been hungry for a long time and finished eating quickly. Xing Shuishui rested her chin on her crossed hands. “You’re strange. I’ve never met someone who doesn’t need a name.” “You’re sheltered,” the youth mocked coldly. “Is it so hard to understand? The world outside is…
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The temperature instantly turned ice cold, inside and outside the ancient tower were like two different worlds. As soon as Xing Shuishui entered, she smelled a foul stench, like a long-dead rat decomposing in the air. “So you found your way here after all. I warned you all.” A hoarse voice echoed through the tower.…
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Xing Shuishui wasn’t picky about beds. She could sleep anywhere – benches, coffins, as long as He Liansheng wasn’t haunting her nearby. Though Fengdu City didn’t distinguish between day and night, most newly arrived ghosts kept their mortal schedules. With the surroundings quiet and empty, Xing Shuishui slept soundly that night. The door opened. He…
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Old Master Lu and Chu’s father hadn’t seen each other for many years. They first met when Chu Yunfei was just a young boy, before Jing Heng Group was even called Jing Heng. Living close by, young Yunfei with his bright smile and charming eyes would often go next door to Old Master Lu’s house…
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A ghostly carriage descended from the sky. The carriage had a red wooden canopy that frightened all the ghosts. As it swayed to a stop on the street, Xing Shuishui saw the ghost horses’ eyes flickering with netherworld fire. A man stepped down from the carriage. He wore a brown robe and had a full…
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People say 10-year-olds are the most difficult and unlikeable age, but Lu Jiayi seemed completely free of this issue. Not knowing when Lu Jiaheng would return and with no food at his place – plus Chu Zhi couldn’t cook – she decided to bring Lu Jiayi back to her home. In the kitchen, her father…