Orluros
Stories
3
Chapters
751
Words
1.7 M
Comments
1
Reading
5 d, 23 h
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“Miss truly did not misjudge you, truly did not misjudge you.” Qiu Ju couldn’t help but repeat these words over and over, making Zhang Xiaohua blush slightly. However, he felt at ease in his heart. “Naturally, if I went to rescue Second Brother, I could also save Ou Yan and Qiu Tong along the way. Qiu Ju wasn’t wrong in saying that. Heh heh.” “But…” Qiu Ju suddenly realized something and immediately said, “But the disciples of the Incense Spreading Sect are all highly…-
1.0 M • Ongoing
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As soon as those words were spoken, Qiu Ju immediately understood, the young man before her was none other than Zhang Xiaohua from years past. She covered her mouth and laughed, stepping aside to let him in. “Xiaohua, come in quickly.” Zhang Xiaohua smiled and entered Qiu Ju’s room. The layout of the inner courtyard was clearly different from the small room Zhang Xiaohua had lived in before. If it had been the old earthen bed right by the entrance, Qiu Ju would hardly have let him in so late…
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1.0 M • Ongoing
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Zhang Xiaohua’s divine sense detected something unusual about the characters “Piaomiao” on the archway of the Piaomiao Manor. Instantly, his body floated over, gliding through the air without touching the ground, and swiftly arrived beneath the archway. Standing there with his hands at his sides, he gently closed his eyes, spreading out his divine sense to carefully examine the archway that had stood for ten thousand years. The drifting snowflakes still could not land upon his upright…
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1.0 M • Ongoing
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Recalling how Nie Qianyu’s eyes had turned red like a little rabbit’s back then, a faint smile played on Zhang Xiaohua’s lips. “One misses their family all the more during festive times”, how true that saying is. Even though Nie Qianyu usually conducted herself with the composure of an adult, it was in moments like these that one could truly see she was just a young girl who had only recently turned twelve. As for Nie Qianyu’s nickname, “Little Fish”, it was Zhang Xiaohua who had given…
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1.0 M • Ongoing
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Light snowflakes, like scattered grains of salt, drifted down from the sky, covering the mountains and rivers, blanketing the endless fields in white. On the straight and spacious main road, a thin layer of fine snow had already accumulated. The snow made the road slippery, and there were few travelers to be seen. At this moment, the crisp sound of “ding-ling” bells rang out as a carriage sped over from the distance. The carriage was drawn by an ordinary black horse, nothing remarkable about it.…
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1.0 M • Ongoing
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Just as he was about to dodge, he caught sight of Hall Master Qiu’s intrigued gaze. He couldn’t help but smile inwardly. Dressed in his long robe, he naturally had no fear. What harm could a bit of silver possibly do? So, he pretended not to know martial arts, feigning ignorance about how to evade. He simply reached out to grab it. In the blink of an eye, the silver coin was already at Zhang Xiaohua’s chest, seemingly about to strike him. But suddenly, it arced downward, falling straight to the…
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1.0 M • Ongoing
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Boom—— Heaven’s thunder split open, blinding white light bursting before the eyes. At the marketplace beneath the mountain, as countless bolts of lightning crashed down upon the peak, in that instant when white radiance unfurled, the townsfolk and wandering swordsmen who had been drawn by the omen all shut their eyes instinctively. Only when the brilliance at last faded, after a long moment, did they dare open them again, returning slowly from their shock. “By heaven, that nearly scared me…
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353.2 K • Ongoing
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A thunderclap split the heavens, lightning cleaving through the oppressive clouds. On the tattered strip of prison garb, dark-red blood-characters spread densely, reflected in the depths of Lu Liangsheng’s eyes. “……When I first heard that Liangsheng had struck the Golden Throne in fury, this teacher could find no rest, not out of fear for my own life and safety, but out of grief for the injustice you suffered. How must Liangsheng have felt then? Looking back upon the past, I sometimes…
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353.2 K • Ongoing
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“Candied hawthorn skewers~~sweet and crisp, candied hawthorn skewers!” “Crisp pears, fresh pears for sale!” “Hot pancakes—golden, fragrant, and delicious pancakes!” Along the bustling street, a short-statured peddler balanced his shoulder pole, a young boy trailed with a basket, and the noisy cries of vendors filled the air. Amidst the clamor, Sun Yingxian furrowed his brow, retraced his steps, and withdrew beneath the eaves. From there, his gaze fell upon a shop further…
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353.2 K • Ongoing
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The old man still struggled to rise, as though he was determined to kneel in obeisance to the young Daoist before him, but was held back by the people around him. No one knew where he found the strength. Grasping the young Daoist’s hand, he haltingly recounted the general course of events, his voice choked with emotion—grief, anger, and sorrow interwoven. He had already been bedridden for many days, yet had struggled so much these past few days that no one could restrain him. The old man…-
365.5 K • Ongoing
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