The Famous Detective of the Red Mansion - Chapter 446: Husband and Wife, Father and Son, Brothers

Chen Feng looked cautious in the awakening room, lest he had no martial spirit, but was detected to have nine martial spirits, and the audience was in an uproar.

Everyone thought that his martial spirits were ordinary, but they didn’t know that Chen Feng’s nine martial arts were not ordinary plants, but nine divine trees that were unique in the ancient times, and each of them possessed incredible power!

Such a divine tree, as long as one, is enough to step into the peak of the human race, and he has nine!

- Description from novelbuddy

Song Xi, the proprietress of the supermarket in the 21st century, wakes up and finds that she has come to a time when supplies are scarce and extremely difficult, and she has ‘married’ into a mountain valley where the conditions are extremely difficult.

Unexpectedly, the supermarket opened in a small town became her personal space, and the husband beside her was an excellent man who could hunt, fish and farm.

Song Xi felt that being a low-key rich man with a loving husband, two or three confidantes, endless fruits and vegetables, and living a small life was pretty good.

[Farming] + [Gourmet]

Upon waking up, Ruan Xia had transmigrated into a webnovel that she had stayed up all night to finish reading. She had become the villain’s mother.

In the novel, after the death of her first husband, the original owner of the body had hooked up with a Mr. Perfect at the fastest possible speed. Worried and discontent that her son from her first marriage would become a burden on her, she heartlessly abandoned her son.

Having once held the best quality script and informed of future events, Ruan Xia looked at her still alive first husband as well as her future villain son. She sighed. She wanted to apply for a different script!

- Description from Novelupdates

Jin Rou wanted to be a cultivator who defied the heavens, and surpassed all limits.

Unfortunately for him, he died, and now I’m stuck here. Arrogant young masters? Heavenly tribulations? Cultivating for days on end, then getting into life or death battles?

Yeah, no thanks. I’m getting out of here.

In which a transmigrator decides that the only winning move is not to play.