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Qin Haoxuan was already agitated because of the incident with Master Guyun, and the lotus's power was still acting up inside him. He was like a powder keg ready to explode. On any other day, he would have just laughed off such a comment. But today, he felt an instinctual surge of anger. He strode over to the weak-seeded disciple, his eyes filled with a menacing light, and stared at the trembling boy. "Are you looking to die?" The disciple knew he was no match for Zhang Kuang, and even Zhang Kuang couldn't…
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Qin Haoxuan stayed in Xu Yu's room until nightfall. By the time she finished explaining the Art of the Eight Trigrams, he still only half-understood, despite her detailed explanations and personal insights. Seeing that it was late, he knew that lingering in a young woman's room, no matter how innocent their intentions, would inevitably lead to gossip. He bid her farewell, once again solidified his "glutton" nickname at the dining hall, and then, with a full stomach, headed not back to the dormitory but to…
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Many onlookers sneered at the sight of a disciple with a weak seed giving advice to a Purple Seed. But to their surprise, Xu Yu nodded earnestly. "Brother Haoxuan, you don't have to worry. I won't be like them. You're absolutely right!" One of Zhang Kuang's followers mocked him without restraint. "A weak seed lecturing a Purple Seed, what a joke. Only someone as naive and kind as Senior Sister Xu would believe his nonsense." Qin Haoxuan couldn't be bothered to respond to their taunts. Li Jing just…
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No one would dare to claim they had completely mastered the Way of Alchemy, nor would they say they understood all the mysteries of Formation Arts. But even a partial mastery was an incredible achievement. In cultivation, the most foolish thing one could do was to only know how to sit and meditate, absorbing spiritual energy. Elder Chu was not the cold, bearded immortal master. He was unaware of Qin Haoxuan's actions and words over the past few days. After glancing at him a few times, he paid him no more…
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After swallowing the Myriad Spirit Pill, Zhang Yang felt a powerful surge of spiritual energy emanate from his dantian. The efficiency of his Spirit Induction Art increased manifold. He didn't know it, but as he cultivated, the spiritual energy around him began to churn and boil, just as it did for the three Purple Seed disciples. Master Guyun's eyes gleamed. He secretly praised Master Xiayunzi's unparalleled alchemy skills. The price he had paid for this pill had been well worth it. Zhang Yang…
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It was a joke. A Fifth-Leaf expert couldn't even touch him. If a bunch of small fry like them went up against him, what would they be doing if not asking for a beating? Seeing his followers falter, Zhang Kuang knew he couldn't back down any longer, or he would never be able to hold his head high again. Standing just a few steps from Qin Haoxuan, he mustered his courage and shouted, "Why are you afraid of him? When I master the supreme Great Dao, a mere Qin Haoxuan will be nothing! If he dares to harm you…
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After leaving the dormitory, Qin Haoxuan felt the searing heat return. Having spent the afternoon reading instead of cultivating, the unprocessed medicinal power in his body began to rage again, as if his very flesh and blood were about to spontaneously combust. He needed to find a place to meditate immediately, to frantically absorb spiritual energy and neutralize the scorching power within him. The medicinal power of the One-Leaf Golden Lotus was far too strong, its effects lasting for days. This…
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Huang Li swept her cold gaze over the remaining prisoners. "When you get out, take a good look at the rules of Taichu. Otherwise, next time, it will be you." The old-timers shrank back, nodding repeatedly. The Courtyard of the Stultified! A place from which one could never recover, destined to become a drooling imbecile, forced to labor for the sect until death. Stepping out of the confinement mountain and seeing the sun again, Qin Haoxuan let out a long, turbid breath. He had absorbed a great deal of…
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Seeing their master being insulted, Li Jing's followers were more incensed than if they had been insulted themselves. They shot back retorts without hesitation, and the war of words quickly escalated. Li Jing's face grew darker and darker. He had been pampered for 16 years, accustomed to praise and flattery; even his father, the emperor, had rarely reprimanded him. This was the first time he had ever been so publicly humiliated. Amidst their verbal sparring, Qin Haoxuan's expression remained neutral. Both…
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In a secluded corner of the Spirit Field Valley, a group loyal to Li Jing had gathered. Many were Spirit Sprout Realm cultivators, and there were even a few at the Fifth-Leaf stage. "I have gathered everyone here today because there is a matter I would like to ask for your help with," Li Jing said, clearing his throat and scanning the crowd. Although he said he was "asking," his tone was not that of a supplicant. Bolstered by his royal temperament, he gave off an air that did not permit refusal. "I would…
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