Bored Immortal

Tang Yan's eyes snapped open, his gaze piercing through the veil of time. Ten thousand years had passed since his downfall, orchestrated by the woman he loved and the enemies he had amassed. His own indulgent nature had sown the seeds of his destruction.

Now, he found himself reincarnated in a teenage body, eerily reminiscent of his original form. A sly smile spread across his face as he vowed, "This time, I'll indulge in life's pleasures, but with a twist. I'll be more cunning, more ruthless, and more calculated."

His eyes gleamed with determination, for he knew that his past mistakes would be repeated but with a decisive get away plan. The enemies he had made, the betrayals he had suffered, and the lessons he had learned would all serve as fuel for his ascent in this new life.

As he rose from the depths of his memories, Tang Yan wondered what lay ahead. Would he find redemption, or would he succumb to the same temptations that had led to his downfall? The path ahead was shrouded in uncertainty, but one thing was clear: Tang Yan would not be ignored.

Join me on this journey as we delve into the world of Tang Yan, where the lines between good and evil are blurred, and the stakes are higher than ever before. This is a novice work, and I welcome any comments or feedback that can help shape this story into something truly unforgettable.

Insane Supreme Reborn

As the Student Exchange commenced, the atmosphere grew more charged, with each sect's leader mentally tallying the potential recruits. The stakes were high, and the competition for the most talented students was fierce. The seven schools, each with their distinct uniforms and banners, gathered in the large field, their student representative councils leading the charge. 


Skylight School, with their sleek with their white and black uniforms, stood confidently, their eyes straight as they were graced with a gentle breeze. Their student council president, a tall and poised young woman named Lu Ding, surveyed the competition with a keen eye, his gaze nonchalant or excited. 


Coal School, with their rugged black and grey uniforms, looked like a force to be reckoned with. Their student council president, a burly young man named Zhang Wu, cracked his knuckles in anticipation, his eyes gleaming with a fierce competitiveness. 


Chapter 38