Orluros
Stories
3
Chapters
751
Words
1.7 M
Comments
1
Reading
5 d, 23 h
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Within his divine sense, Zhang Xiaohua saw that the flawless, perfectly round, and seamlessly joined golden tadpole talisman formation had a narrow slit. From that slender gap, a strange and enchanting fragrance wafted out. Zhang Xiaohua was overjoyed. He immediately sent his divine sense probing through the tiny crevice, only to discover, to his astonishment, that the formation was but a thin layer. Yet within this thin space, there were countless formations, numbering in the billions, each composed of…-
1.0 M • Ongoing
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Zhang Cai tightly grasped Zhang Xiaohua’s hands, and with his right hand, still in disbelief, he rubbed his own eyes, taking the opportunity to wipe away some of the dampness there. He looked Zhang Xiaohua up and down, unable to contain his wide smile, and said over and over: “Good, good, as long as you’re back, as long as you’re back.” But then, he turned his head away, quietly wiping away his tears, as if overcome with joy, yet also as if reminded of something else. Before Mr. Liu and Liu…
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On the morning of the ninth day of the first lunar month, in a grove about ten li east of Lu Town’s eastern gate, beneath the rising sun, atop the snow-laden crown of a great pine, a tall and slender young man stood. He squinted at the distant sunrise, an unconscious smile playing at his lips. After a few cycles of breathing exercises, he leapt down from the tree and began practicing his fist techniques, each move precise and measured upon the smooth, snowy ground. He finished one set of forms and,…
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When Zhang Xiaohua caught the flash of hatred in the cat’s eyes, it was as if a heavy hammer struck his heart. He watched as bright red blood trickled from the cat’s mouth, and as its four legs gradually ceased to move. A wave of sorrow suddenly welled up within him. Once the cat lay utterly still, Zhang Xiaohua glanced around, then carefully scooped up the pitiful, feather-light creature from the ground. Step by step, he walked to the roadside, continuing on until he reached a patch of wasteland. Only…
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Qiu Ju laughed and said: “How would I know about that? I did ask him at the time, without knowing his name, how could I tell Qiu Tong? But that disciple said, as long as Qiu Tong reads this letter, she’ll understand. I thought that made sense, so I didn’t press further.” “Oh, I see,” Zhang Xiaohua smiled. “Hehe, then why don’t we just take a look now and find out?” Qiu Ju shot Zhang Xiaohua a glare and said: “Xiaohua, you’re not a little child anymore. How can you still say such…
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The evening breeze swept across the riverbank, reeds swaying gently under the fading crimson glow of the setting sun. With a splashing sound, ripples spread as a small boat pushed through the water and drifted to the ferry crossing. Lu Liangsheng led the old donkey ashore, turned around, and cupped his hands in farewell to the boatman. “Safe travels, honored guests!” The old boatman spoke no more than that. He stowed away his pole, walked toward the bank, glanced around, and, as always,…
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353.2 K • Ongoing
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The night wind brushed past the eaves of the corridor, and the chill of late night slipped through the cracks of the window, bringing a trace of coolness to the emperor, whose body was drenched in sweat. He pushed aside the silk handkerchief that had reached out to wipe his brow. Steadying his breath, he lifted the yellow silk quilt from the dragon bed, slipped on his shoes, and sat at the edge, once again falling into a daze, blankly gazing at the flickering lamp flame swaying upon the bronze pillar at…
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“Is the one you seek inside that pavilion?” The grass was slick with rain, dripping from each blade and pressed beneath his shoes. The Daoist, following behind the qilin beast, stepped out from the forest and cast a glance at the distant pavilion. “Judging from the display, it seems to be a house of high rank.” Walking ahead with the reins in hand, Lu Liangsheng tilted his bamboo hat slightly to the side, and gave a faint “Mm” in reply. “The Yang clan of Chang’an. Their…
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353.2 K • Ongoing
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The characters reflected on the mirror’s surface were delicate and graceful, imbued with joy. The young Daoist raised his hand and set down his brush, replying with a single word: “Alright.” The writing rippled like water, spreading in waves before vanishing without a trace. But no response came immediately. From this, it was clear, the girl must have written it in a moment of happiness and hadn’t remained by the mirror to await a reply. She had likely encountered something amusing. The young…-
365.5 K • Ongoing
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Qi Wuhuo recognized the fortune-teller and was about to greet him. But the fortune-teller’s eyes widened. A few days prior, he had gotten thoroughly drunk, and afterward, for reasons he couldn’t quite explain, he had a persistent feeling that the past few days were ill-suited for stepping outside. So he had holed up at home, stifled for several days, until finally, unable to bear it any longer, he brought along a jug of wine, intending to stroll about and see if the mortal world might offer any…
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365.5 K • Ongoing
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