Pot root, mirrored flowers, moon, Emperor, marshal, soldiers in tune. A bridge of life and death, a lasting truth, Lin Nanfeng, an Earthling bestowed power by Divine Origin Star, strives hard to survive in a different world, constantly seeking the pinnacle of self.
199.50 Million words | 2022-05-24 06:45Update
A young boy who grew up amidst piles of corpses in the Valley of the Undead embarked on a path of revenge. Through each bloody and fiery battle, he underwent a transformation. Like a lonely wanderer on the edge of the world, he sought the only hope that kept him going. He claimed his heart was dead, his blood cold, but he became uncontrollably enamored with a girl who could never offer him promises yet changed his life forever... He had few friends, but he was always unwavering, loyal to the core... He had many enemies, but he never harbored any fear. In each relentless slaughter, he became the personification of death... Confronting the Scarlet Feathers? Challenging the Scarlet Feathers' Killers League? Overturning the Martial Arts Convention? Resurrecting the Wind and Moon Valley? Uncovering the secrets of the Wise King's Mansion? Setting fire to Yanmen Pass? A bounty of ten thousand gold coins?... Pursuing the escape to New Moon Island? Through countless encounters of blood and fire, he descended into madness and became a demon. One person, one blade... Neither righteous nor
120.50 Million words | 2022-01-17 19:19Update
Time ages the soul, severing all spirits with a single blade. Regardless of your reputation for good or evil, all shall return to that same blade. A lone and proud assassin escorts a lively young girl, and thus begins a tale of bloodshed in the martial world. This is not a legend, but a story.
161.22 Million words | 2020-08-11 11:40Update
【[Martial Arts Million-word Writing Contest] Contest Entry】Donned in a green robe, wielding a blade, I was just a person who could live a carefree life in the martial world. However, I unintentionally offended the entire martial world. Abandoned by friends, alone, I roam the land of rivers and lakes, becoming enemies with the whole martial world. Since the martial world does not accept me, I shall overthrow this ridiculous world.
158.43 Million words | 2020-08-11 13:28Update
Red and yellow autumn winds drawn, fragrant chrysanthemums bloom. Geese depart, the vast sky lonelier; sunset, evening glow embracing. Ascending the pavilion, overlooking Qin and Lu; entering dreams, ascending the jade platform. There is also a heavenly nymph, graceful, emerging from within the moon. "Jia," refers to a sword. In the past, Feng Xuan composed the "Song of the Chang Jia," and people abhorred his greediness. Yet Meng Changjun granted his wishes and subsequently received Feng Xuan's counsel to avoid calamities and hardships. I have always compared myself to Feng Xuan, hoping for recognition to showcase my talents. Yet, as I enter the age of uncertainty, no one listens to my "Song of the Chang Jia." The abundance of Confucianism and Taoism within me, rendered useless like dragon-slaying skills... For now, the Chang Jia is placed on a high shelf, a legend transformed into a pillow of immortals and demons.
108.61 Million words | 2020-10-12 15:23Update
