Completed Chinese Xianxia & Xiuxian Novels

Su Shumeng, the third sword player who fell into the Thunderbolt Pit and was stuck on the road of no return, was given a lot of golden fingers, but she did not have money, so she was forced to join the martial arts world, but just as she was about to do something to earn some money, someone suddenly came out and said that she was his daughter? Su Shumeng:?? 'Are you mistaken, Eyelash Demon Handsome?' Su Shumeng: Mai Nao, how could the inferior mistake his daughter? Come back to Cuihuan Mountain with Daddy.

Forged in a primeval crucible, shaped by forbidden smithing techniques, and imbued with the essence of his soul—a mythic weapon came into being. Once celebrated as Earth’s youngest prodigy in weapon forging, his life met a violent end… only for him to open his eyes in a world ruled not by machines or intellect, but by pure, unrelenting martial might. In his possession? The Nine Yang Furnace—an ancient relic pulsing with power—and a long-lost manuscript containing the knowledge to craft divine-tier armaments. With each battle fought and each blade forged, his name rose like wildfire through countless sects and majestic cities where power determined worth. He shattered limits, overturned the rules of cultivation, and left legends in his wake. No longer merely a blacksmith—he became a force of nature. A tempest of steel and flame, destined to reshape the heavens themselves.

Five years ago, she was the dazzling pride of high society. But at the height of her glory—on what was supposed to be the happiest day of her life—he was accused of a crime, betrayed by those closest to him, and thrown behind bars. And she was the one who sent him there. Now, half a decade later, she’s a struggling single mother, desperate to save her ailing daughter and willing to humble herself in search of help. In her quiet despair, she once whispered, “When the truth finally comes to light, will you feel remorse?” When that day came, he did—bitterly so. But by then, she had nothing but a calm smile and a cold reply: “Leave. I don’t need you anymore.” And so began the relentless chase of a possessive tycoon, determined to win back the woman he once lost.

Once a legendary Conferred Martial Emperor, Gu Feiyang met his demise in the depths of the Tiandang Mountains. Yet, fate was not finished with him. Fifteen years later, he was reborn as Li Yunxiao in the State of Tianshui, stepping onto an unstoppable path of defiance against the era’s most formidable prodigies. From the nine tiers of Martial Arts to the Divine Realms spanning ten directions, his resurgence sent tremors through the world. The balance of power shattered, and an age of upheaval began!

“Old Tang, you unlocked speed-based Genetic Base Points. But what’s their exact specialization?” At this question, Tang Ting’s expression turned gloomy. “…Hand speed.” He hesitated before adding, “Only in my right hand.” Xu Tui froze for a moment. Hand speed. Right hand. That combination… Didn’t their instructor say that the most frequently used body parts had a higher chance of unlocking Base Points? “Old Tang, exactly how have you been using your hands?” Cheng Mo, the resident foodie, sighed while munching on a snack. “If that logic holds, then did I awaken Base Points in my stomach just because I’ve been eating non-stop for 18 years?” Xu Tui absentmindedly rubbed his temples. “Then does that mean I unlocked mine in my brain just from thinking too much?”

This is a story about developing a sect, this is a warm and joyful home. Not only we have a funny Patriarch, there are also a group of weird disciples with very different personalities. Come on, youngsters. Join our sect and together we will let your dreams fly!

Forced out by her cunning stepmother, Pei Qiqi had no choice but to sign away her freedom, entering a contract marriage with a powerful and wealthy family just to survive. Three years into the union, her husband Tang Yu had indulged her beyond imagination, treating her like royalty. But rumors soon spread—there was no heir. In their lavish mansion, Pei Qiqi furiously tossed a newspaper at Tang Yu. “Look at this nonsense! They’re saying I’m infertile! But let’s be clear, Tang Yu—it’s YOU who has the problem!” Tang Yu calmly put the newspaper aside and smirked. “False information? But weren’t you born in the Year of the Pig?” “TANG YU!” she stomped her foot in frustration, fuming. He chuckled, pulling her into his arms. “No child? So what? You’re my precious little one.” Pei Qiqi was stunned—how did the argument turn into this?!

As the saying goes, out of ten older brothers, nine will dote on their younger sisters.Cheng Jin was this younger sister who was spoiled to the heavens.

Reborn into a world of cultivation, Han Muye possessed unparalleled comprehension abilities. He found himself in a prestigious sword sect, not as a warrior, but as the caretaker of the Sword Pavilion, a sacred hall housing over 100,000 legendary blades. His duty? To maintain and clean them all. But with every sword he touched, he absorbed fragments of their former wielders’ mastery. When he polished the Qinghe Sword, a wisp of Sword Qi flowed into him. From the Ziyan Sword, he grasped the ferocious Burning Plain Sword Art and its fiery essence. The Shanyue Sword revealed to him the Mountain Sword Technique, left behind by the great Master Boulder. Decades passed. Sixty years within the Pavilion refined Han Muye’s swordsmanship to unfathomable levels. A young disciple once sought a weapon and left with newfound wisdom. A demonic clan’s sacred maiden tried to steal a blade but departed in silent awe. A wandering swordsman came to challenge Han Muye—only to leave with his sword shattered and his mind enlightened. Then came the celestial invasion. Gods descended upon the mortal world. The disciple had risen to a peerless Sword Deity, standing as the world’s shield. The sacred maiden, now the Demonic Clan Leader, rallied her forces against the divine. The defeated swordsman had honed his skills, his Sword Qi piercing the heavens. As celestial forces loomed overhead, Han Muye finally stepped out of the Sword Pavilion. Behind him, 100,000 swords resonated, their wills bending to his command. His Sword Qi surged across 30,000 miles, shattering the boundary between realms. With an unwavering gaze, he declared: “I am Han Muye. If the gods wish to tread upon this land, let them first face my blade.”

Wen Xuxu, a resilient and sharp-witted woman, was taken in by the Yan family at the age of four after the tragic loss of her parents. Raised in their household, she grew up alongside Yan Rusheng, the future heir to a powerful conglomerate. Yan Rusheng was everything the capital admired—brilliant, arrogant, and unattainable, the city’s most eligible bachelor. Yet, for Wen Xuxu, he was nothing more than an insufferable jerk. Likewise, in his eyes, she was an unyielding shrew who never backed down from a fight. Despite their constant clashes, unspoken emotions simmered beneath their rivalry. Neither dared to admit their growing attraction. But fate had other plans. A twist of events bound them together in an unexpected marriage. What no one knew—not even Yan Rusheng—was that Wen Xuxu had been carrying a deep, hidden secret for years… a secret that could change everything.

Xu Qian, a fresh graduate from the police academy, awoke to a nightmare—imprisoned, accused of crimes he didn’t commit, and sentenced to exile at the frontier in three days. Thrown into a ruthless world where power dictated fate, survival became his only priority. At first, he sought nothing more than wealth and a quiet life, avoiding the dangerous currents of ambition and betrayal. Yet, fate had other plans. Years later, standing atop a desolate peak, Xu Qian reflected on the past. Allies and enemies alike had long turned to dust, their triumphs and failures lost to time. The river of history surged forward, indifferent to the rise and fall of men. What did it all mean in the end? Victory, defeat—were they anything more than fleeting shadows beneath an eternal sky?

A magician’s purpose is to unravel the hidden truths of reality. Saleen Metatrin, once an unremarkable spellcaster, sought to defy fate and reshape his destiny. Along the way, he encountered trials that tested his resolve, pushing him through countless transformations and revelations that would forever alter his path.

Since childhood, Liu Ming has endured life on a brutal island prison known as Savage Island—a place where inmates roam freely without any form of supervision or control. One day, a series of unexplained events cause the island to sink into the sea, leaving only a few survivors behind. But rather than finding safety, these survivors soon become targets of a relentless government pursuit. Meanwhile, in a distant region, two cultivators find themselves in a state of panic after the unexpected death of the young master they were meant to guard. To their shock, the deceased bore an uncanny resemblance to Liu Ming. What fate awaits Liu Ming now, as paths begin to intertwine and secrets unravel?

You are reading Chinese Web Novel “The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old” on Kitenovel.com Synopsis:- Jiang Huailu opened her eyes to a nightmare—an execution ground, her parents in chains, and a guillotine blade poised above her tiny head. At only three years old, she had no idea how she got here, but death loomed inches away. This was no ordinary world. Darkness ruled the land, devils ran rampant, and fear kept people locked indoors until sunrise. The empire teetered on the edge of collapse, with wars, famine, and tyranny ravaging the land. The Imperial Preceptor had foreseen a catastrophe—a devil set to annihilate everything. But alongside destruction, a prophecy spoke of a savior, the one destined to stand against the darkness. The empire desperately searched for this legendary figure. Yet, when the savior finally appeared, she was… three and a half years old. What could a toddler possibly do against a force powerful enough to end the world? Cry? Throw a tantrum? Jiang Huailu had no desire to be some prophesied hero, nor did she seek to battle demons. But if suffering in the devil’s place meant sparing the world, then perhaps salvation could take an unexpected form.