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From the Martial Sect to the Immortal Sect of Longevity

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“From today onward, you are the Sect Master of Qingxiao Sect!” After leaving behind those words, the master abandoned Li Qingqiu and the junior brothers and sisters, descending the mountain alone in search of immortality. That very day, Li Qingqiu activated the Dao Lineage Inheritance. Through the Dao Lineage Interface, he could view his disciples’ loyalty, aptitude, and fate. Each time Qingxiao Sect advanced to a higher stage, he could even copy a disciple’s fate for himself. Starting from the martial world, he cultivated immortality amidst the mortal realm. The jianghu was teeming with outlaws—reckless, passionate, and driven by vengeance—while the court’s nobles desperately sought the path to immortality, trampling lives without remorse. In those turbulent years, Li Qingqiu led Qingxiao Sect step by step upward, rising above worldly dust. Across the heavens, countless immortal sects stood tall. Thousands of Daoist lineages competed for supremacy. Yet Qingxiao Sect, born from the mortal world, rose to become the Immortal Sect of Eternal Life in the hearts of all beings. In the cultivation world, everyone knew Li Qingqiu possessed a unique gift—the ability to recognize talent. He could always nurture generation after generation of peerless prodigies… ______________________________________________________________________ You can read advance chapters of this novel and other novels in my patreon patreon.com/NO_NAME1412
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The Devil Who Claimed Me

She hated him for lying to her and kidnapping her. He would burn the world to protect her. “I’d rather die than be owned by you,” I screamed. He approached slowly, his expression cold and unreadable. “You can’t die without my permission.” -------------- Mila Vega, a promising heart surgeon, lived her life on her own terms until she saved a stranger, until she found out the weak and injured man she had brought home was a ruthless devil. Dominic Russo, a mafia king, cold, calculative, untouchable. Mila hated him. She hated him for locking her up, for the way he looked at her as if she belonged to him. ----------- I stepped back as he approached. “You won’t be able to cage me here,” I barked. “I’ll find my freedom.” He sneered, with dangerous light in his eyes. “Try it. You won’t make it past the gate." He didn’t bluff. He wouldn’t let her leave his side, no matter what. Trapped in his dangerous world, Mila should run. But why couldn’t she stop thinking about him? She saw him kill without mercy, yet his eyes softened when they rested on her. His touch was possessive, but protective. ‘Does he love me?’ Her heart raced. In the world ruled by blood and power, with enemies close in from every corner, emotions were luxury. Love couldn’t bloom. Just as she started to wonder if this monster had a heart, she realized his heart was too cold to warm it. She understood she was nothing but his plaything. Mila’s hatred ignited all over again. She wanted to disappear from his world for good. But the man she called a monster, a ruthless killer, might be the only one willing to burn the world to protect her. ------------ He pinched my chin, putting enough force to make me wince. “You will not run again.” I dared to look into his eyes defiantly. “And if I do?” He said in a calm tone. “I’ll bring you back.”
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