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Douluo: I, the Immortal Master, Accepted Ning Rongrong as a Disciple

Su Ran transmigrated to the Douluo Continent, his appearance like that of a celestial being—ethereal and peerlessly beautiful. He always kept a low profile, cultivating diligently. Just as he broke through to the Soul Saint realm, an unexpected event occurred—he awakened a Disciple-Accepting System! The first reward? A Taoyuan Academy opened right across from Shrek Academy. His first disciple—Ning Rongrong. He taught her to add some defense, to practice the Seven Treasures Golden Bell Barrier, but Shrek laughed at him for it. Fortunately, the disciple rewards were generous—soul bones, techniques, weapons, immortal herbs, and even mounts—everything one could imagine! He could even extend his disciples’ spirit ring years, share and enhance their martial souls and skills, becoming invincible across the land. But… things didn’t go as he expected. His path of accepting disciples went more and more astray—his female students stopped focusing on cultivation, and started focusing on… their teacher! Zhu Zhuqing: “Thank you, Teacher, for helping me break free from my family’s fate. I have nothing to repay you with… except myself!” Ning Rongrong: “In a Soul Master battle, support comes first? Then tell me, how are you going to break the Golden Bell Barrier you taught me?” Qian Renxue: “Tell me, Teacher—if a Dark Angel is still an Angel? You said darkness adds power... how do you explain that?” Shui Bing’er: “The frost in my heart melted… because of your touch, Teacher.” Huo Wu: “Teacher, my spark is evolving into a sun! You’d better help me cool down!” Tang San: “Why won’t you take me as a disciple?! This is discrimination—absolute discrimination!” Years later, the Taoyuan Sect had become the most powerful force on the continent. Looking at his many titled Douluo disciples chasing him to confess their love, Su Ran could only sigh helplessly— “I just wanted to take a few disciples… Why did they all turn into teacher–student love stories?! What should I do now?!” TL note: 1. This is a Translation 2. I am using AI for it so please understand. All the credit goes to the original author. I like the work so I am translating it. Original name: 斗罗:我,举世仙师,收徒宁荣荣 Author name: 六笔泉源 Daily Release of 2 Chapters AND BONUS CHAPTERS on certain occasions and POWER STONES !!!
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Douluo Dalu : Rebirth of Huo Yuhao

After the Great War of the God Realm, Huo Yuhao dragged Tang San into the chaotic currents of time and space, choosing to perish together rather than surrender. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself back in his childhood body. “Someone has to fix this twisted world, don’t they?” Thus spoke Huo Yuhao, the one who bore the Original Sin and the title of Savior of Spirit Beasts. He had intended to lead his former companions toward a different future, but before he realized it, the way his old friends looked at him… had started to change. “Huo Yuhao! Are you sure you’re not some Succubus Spirit?!” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “What? You have to pay money to awaken a Martial Soul?!” “Why don’t Spirit Masters get subsidies anymore? Back in the days of the Spirit Hall, a thousand years ago…” “With Spirit Tools developing so rapidly, the Douluo Continent’s resources will soon be exhausted. At this rate, the world will decline! We must oppose this reckless development!” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After dying together in the God Realm, Tang San, now self-proclaimed as the righteous man, was also reborn in this new era alongside Huo Yuhao— And these were the very first words he spoke. Welcome, everyone! I appreciate your interest in my translated novels. I hope my translations enable you to fully enjoy these stories. I want to clarify that I will not be posting this novel on Patreon or asking you to visit there for access to advanced chapters, as many other translators do. However, I am human, and like everyone else, I need motivation to continue my translation work. What motivates me the most? Financial support. I would appreciate any help you can offer to support my translations. If you can spare some funds, it would go a long way in providing me with a bit of pocket money for my efforts. I appreciate your support, and I sincerely hope you enjoy my translations! Please note that PayPal is not supported in my country. Here are some methods to support me: PAYEER: P1134728698 Skrill : [email protected] Webmoney (WMZ Purse): Z820148229030
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Dulu Dalu: Phoenix of Creation

Prologue — The Phoenix Prophecy When the heavens split, they did not fall like thunder or rain. They split like a wound opening to reveal light—seven shards of color tearing the night into a brilliant lattice. From the cut, a single star fell, trailing a blue-gold tail so long it scorched the sky for a heartbeat. It landed beyond the borders of Douluo, and the tremor reached the temple of the gods like a voice. Five thrones rose around the Crystal Heart in the High Hall of the Divine: Light, Shadow, Time, Life, Balance. The Five watched and listened as the little star burned itself out and left behind not ash but a memory—an image of a phoenix, wings wide as whole ages. Time’s voice, slow and wrapped in echoes, spoke first. “The sign is true. The spark has kindled in the world of mortals.” Light smiled, a calm that did not hide calculation. “Born in the Hall of Spirit, where Light and Shadow share a roof. That child will carry balance.” Shadow’s ink-black gaze chilled the hall. “Balance is a knife. By holding both edges you risk cutting the sky itself.” Balance—mote of quiet in the storm—closed the argument. “So we give part of ourselves. Let the child decide the rest. If he becomes a creator, he will remake worlds. If he becomes a breaker, we will have to end him.” A phoenix of blue fire rose from within the Crystal Heart, its cry a thing that rewove memory. “I am the Phoenix of Genesis,” it said. “I give life to what death has sealed, and structure to what chaos forgot.” The prophecy etched itself into the heart-void of the hall, then dispersed into five threads that reached the edges of Worlds. It was written: From ash of vanished laws and breath of newborn stars, one will rise. Born of both light and shadow, the Phoenix-child will learn the craft of creation and stand between gods and men. So spoke the omen. So began a clock that would measure centuries.
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