Within the heart of the volcano lies the Celestial Mechanism Palace, left behind by ancient sages, yearning for a worthy successor. His mother, giving her life to seize it, obtained the palace’s treasured seal and entrusted it to Ning Zhuo with her dying breath. The Seal of the Buddha’s Heart and the Demon’s Mark—transforming oneself into a Buddha, or others into demons. With this seal in hand, one can inscribe heart imprints, command mechanical constructs, and bear almost no burden. Where ordinary people would find their minds overwhelmed by the strain of controlling such mechanisms, Ning Zhuo commands thousands as effortlessly as if he were moving his own limbs. Ning Zhuo declared, “Mother, I will never fail your final wish. I will claim that Celestial Palace!” It is said: The secrets of living puppets are revealed, Skill and craft reach the ultimate truth. A new realm opens with ingenuity, Earth’s wonders mirror the heavens. The ancient bell passes down the law, Under the moon, pure radiance dances. With a true form encompassing myriad forms, Who in this world could stand against me? ...The first work from Gu Zhiren after descending the mountain, "The Artisans of Immortality," will debut exclusively on Qidian Chinese Network on April 20, 2024. I hope everyone will enjoy it!.

Cultivation is the art of seizing the marvels of heaven and earth—throughout eternity, who can claim to be truly immortal? Only those who transcend into immortality. Legend holds that the Map of the Nine Provinces is a divine artifact that anchors the fate of the world, inscribed with the path to ascension and harboring the secrets of becoming immortal. A young prince, exiled and branded the Rebel Marquis, endures countless hardships to journey from the land forsaken by the Dao to the realm of the Nine Provinces, where he will become a player in this grand game. At the same time, the long-lost Map of the Nine Provinces, missing for a million years, suddenly reappears in this land, plunging the world into turmoil and bloodshed. Thus, the road to immortality will unfold once more..

In the great marsh, dragons and serpents rise; spirits and deities dance beneath the shifting heavens. With sword in hand, I seek the secret of immortality—just an ordinary wanderer adrift upon the vast blue sea..

Bai Yuening was on the verge of a breakdown lately. Her natal sword—it seemed to have developed a spirit of its own. Other sword cultivators fought with grace and elegance, seamlessly merging with their swords. But when she fought, her mind was filled with the sword spirit’s live commentary! “Ouch, ouch, ouch! Go easy! That’s bone, not tofu!” “My waist! You’re going to break my waist! Fairy, can’t you at least warn me before you strike?” What made matters worse was that this troublesome sword had bound itself to her with a Human-Sword Symbiosis Pact. If the sword shattered, she would die as well. Thus, Bai Yuening, an outer disciple of the Azure Cloud Sect, was forced to begin her conscientious daily routine of “nurturing her sword.” The essence of slain monsters was absorbed by him. Any rare treasures or spiritual herbs she found went first to repairing his sword body. She thought she’d picked up a burden, but unexpectedly, the sword spirit turned out to be her greatest cheat— “Three steps to the left—strike its vital point!” “Hurry, that’s pure essence, it’s a huge boost for me!” “With me here, I guarantee you’ll become a legend with a single strike!” From then on, one girl and one sword turned the cultivation world upside down. Yet… glancing behind her at the sword spirit, now manifest in a flawless white-clad form, ethereal and peerless, yet forever whining about his injuries… For the Nth time, Bai Yuening fell into deep thought: So… is it still possible to return him for a refund? [Lighthearted Immortal Cultivation + Sword Spirit Raising + Counterattack Power Fantasy] (Daily life, leveling up, male lead is the sword—sharp-tongued but reliable).

"It's you!" The martial artist who entered the inn was struck with terror, his face drained of color. In the next instant, despair settled over him like a shroud. "I never imagined I would fall into the hands of a loyal hound of the imperial court today!" Li Miao picked up a slice of beef with his chopsticks, sipped a bit of wine, and waved dismissively. "I have no time for you. It's after hours now. Even imperial agents have their private lives, you know. I only work eight hours a day.".