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Three choices. It was rare for Lin Hui to hesitate like this, but at this moment, he truly paused, his eyes fixed on the text floating in the blood-red mark. 'I'd better check the time required first.' He clicked on the detailed information of the three evolution branches one by one. '1 – Clear Wind Sword Style Perfected Version. Required Resources: One steel sword, one year of stored energy. Required Time: One year.' '2 – Clear Wind Sword Style Purgatory Breath…
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Since the mist shrouded the night, most houses here were built with very large indoor spaces. The dining hall where they were eating, for instance, was at least two hundred square meters in size—extremely spacious. Mingde stood in the open space, his right hand hanging naturally, fingertips pointing toward the ground. "Watch carefully. Clear Wind Sword First Stance — Formless Wind Direction!" Swish! His right hand suddenly blurred, producing complex afterimages. Over a dozen afterimages…
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Leaving his home, Lin Hui had already formulated a plan in his mind. He couldn't choose to leave the Clear Wind Taoist Temple. Out of morality and the sunk cost he had already invested, leaving now would be too troublesome. Moreover, he pursued speed, and among all martial arts halls in the Outer City, the Clear Wind Taoist Temple's movement speed was first-class. In external martial arts, it was hard to find a style faster than it. 'Therefore, simplifying and elitizing the current structure, and…
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Watching Vivi leave, Lin Hui’s expression was blank. He put away the letter paper and returned to his room. He hadn't lied just now. His parents' business was thriving. His father was truly skilled at business; their earnings were much higher than before, and they had even opened a branch store. As for him, although the reputation of the Clear Wind Taoist Temple had plummeted, he, Lin Hui, was still alive, and his martial prowess remained. He might not be able to beat the Black Dragon Gate, but…
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Rear courtyard of the Taoist temple, on the training ground. Lin Hui held the Clear River sword, calmly and steadily practicing the Nine-Section Quick Sword. To apply it in real combat, he had to make it perfectly compatible with his own physical state. It wasn't enough for the moves to be perfectly executed; he also needed to clarify the timing, rhythm, and other aspects of using the sword techniques. He had already completed his daily Body Tempering with the Seven-Section Quick Sword. The next…
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“The reason is none of your business,” Deng Mingchao said coldly. “Heh heh...” Mu Qiaozhi chuckled, her fit body moving like a female leopard as she slowly closed the distance. “You look very angry?” “Why shouldn't I be angry? Facing a traitor...” Deng Mingchao's expression turned mocking, but he was interrupted before he could finish. “What did I betray?” Mu Qiaozhi laughed. “Seriously, Junior Brother Deng, isn't your thinking a bit laughable? The Clear Wind Taoist Temple…
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The cluster of dark wooden huts resembled black stones scattered randomly on a beach. Faint groans could be heard coming from some of the huts, sounding like the dying struggles of those who had been tormented by illness for a long time. Lin Hui and Deng Mingchao cautiously walked into the gap between two black huts, one with his sword lowered, the other with his sword held horizontally. Black mud mixed with all sorts of filth piled up in the corners on the ground. A faint stench permeated the…
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Lin Hui nodded, glancing at his grandfather, Lin Chaoyi, and the two men behind him. Lin Chaoyi was putting on his act, while the other two—Lin Shunjiang (Lin Hongzhen’s father) and Lin Shunchong (from the second branch)—watched. One looked helpless, the other somber, both standing with arms crossed as they observed Lin Chaoyi’s performance. At this moment, Lin Chaoyi was shaking with rage at Lin Shunhe’s words, pointing a finger at him but unable to utter a single syllable. "Ah!"…
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A few days later, in the Mist Zone. In the murky gray mist, a tall, sturdy man with a ponytail, dressed in a dirty white martial arts uniform, walked into the small hut's courtyard. He looked exhausted as he dragged an object that resembled a black tree branch. Thud. He tossed the object onto the ground and sniffed the air; the faint aroma of eggs fried in lard drifted through the air. With a squeak, the wooden door slowly opened. Daoist Mingde walked out unhurriedly holding a bowl, eating a…
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Sixth-Rank Body Tempering. Lin Hui's mind settled, his concentration reaching a peak as he continuously dodged the Faceless Man's lunges and claw strikes. At this moment, the advantages of the Clear Wind Taoist Temple's movement speed were fully displayed. Having tempered his body with the Seven-Section Quick Sword, his movement speed was significantly higher than that of the Faceless Man, allowing him to dodge the creature's lethal attacks with ease. "The Harmless grade is perfect for you to…
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