Orluros
Stories
3
Chapters
750
Words
1.7 M
Comments
1
Reading
5 d, 23 h
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Bees fluttered as they landed upon the morning glories climbing the fence wall. In the courtyard, the old tree gently swayed its branches beneath the midday sun; the shifting patches of light reflected in the water jar wavered and danced. From the kitchen opposite came the steady, upright sound of someone speaking. “Though this old man is but modestly known in Fushui County, every young lord and woman in the city knows my name. In those years, I even set up on the street and called out to…
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353.2 K • Ongoing
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The interior of the carriage was quite spacious. On one side stood a finely crafted table, atop which rested an exquisite and costly tea set. Inside the lower drawers were all kinds of sweets. In his youth, Zhou Nuchang had lived in dire poverty, and though he now held great power, his desire for the things he had once longed for yet could not obtain remained strong. Now over twenty years of age and in a position of authority, he retained an intense fondness for sweet things. Everyone among the…-
365.5 K • Ongoing
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The sound of rain whispered and pattered; the downpour grew heavier and heavier. Boundless moisture drifted and circulated as it fell from the skies, yet for some unknown reason, it remained ever so calm. It was as if the murderous aura and killing intent sensed by Zhou Nuchang were merely an illusion—there was instead a sense of vast emptiness, as though the one they faced was not a person, but this very Heaven and Earth itself. Formless and intangible, yet vast, majestic, and boundlessly…
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365.5 K • Ongoing
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As long as it has a direct connection to the Immortal Dao, things become much easier. Who is Zhang Xiaohua? He is a cultivator of the Immortal Dao. Although the first few manuals on acupoint pressing were rather superficial, they were, after all, explained from the perspective of martial arts. In Zhang Xiaohua’s eyes, they were somewhat a case of knowing the form but not the reason behind it. Yet, this true secret manual—so incomparably obscure in the eyes of martial artists—was, to Zhang Xiaohua,…-
1.0 M • Ongoing
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Zhang Xiaohua’s guess was indeed correct; it was precisely the forbidden ground that He Tianshu had pointed out to him earlier. At this moment, the white mist in the forbidden ground was still as thick as ever, completely blocking all vision. Even Zhang Xiaohua’s divine sense could only penetrate the outer edge, unable to see anything clearly within. By now, Zhang Xiaohua already knew that the white mist before him was merely a manifestation protecting the restriction. As long as the restriction…
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1.0 M • Ongoing
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“Peh!” Nie Qianyu couldn’t help but spit again, but her usually calm little face was already flushed red. Zhang Xiaohua walked out of the house, mounted the Sibu Xiang, patted Huanhuan’s bald horn, and was about to set out. But when he looked at the sky, he couldn’t help but frown deeply and jumped down again. Nie Qianyu happened to walk to the door and couldn’t help but ask: “Big Brother Ren, you… why aren’t you going out?” Zhang Xiaohua smiled and said: “Sigh, I’ve been…
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1.0 M • Ongoing
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Seeing that Nie Qianyu was also blushing shyly, Zhang Xiaohua dared not say anything more. He hurriedly raised Little Orange in his hand and said anxiously: “I’ve brought Little Orange back.” “How is Little Orange? Why are you still holding her? Don’t tell me she’s injured?” Hearing Zhang Xiaohua say this, Nie Qianyu also cast her shyness aside and looked anxiously at Little Orange. Zhang Xiaohua gave a bitter smile and said: “Can I put Little Orange inside the house…
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1.0 M • Ongoing
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After severely injuring Steward Qi, Zhang Xiaohua no longer struck out and instead darted toward another area. As for the government soldiers who had just been miserably bullied by Steward Qi, how could they possibly let such a golden opportunity slip by? With a great uproar, they rushed up together and hacked him down to the ground. In just over a dozen flashes and shifts, Zhang Xiaohua had already brought down all the most skilled members of the gang. Behind him, a group of government soldiers who…
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“Many thanks to you, sir, for your understanding. This way, I can give an account to His Highness the Crown Prince.” “This is a piece that His Majesty cherished deeply in his youth. His Highness, with his benevolence and filial heart, sought it out many times. Upon learning that the essay was in your possession, he sent me here to trouble you.” The young man clad in black robes was exceedingly courteous and well-mannered. His words carried warmth and ease. One could not tell that his…
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365.5 K • Ongoing
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“Sir, might you be Master Wuhuo?” Qi Wuhuo lifted his gaze ever so slightly. That title—he had not heard it in many years. No, to be more precise, in this era, there was scarcely anyone who would still call him “Master”, A multitude of thoughts flashed through the young Daoist’s mind, and in the end, his attention settled on the young Junwang before him—and the elder sister who, by all rights according to the path of history, should have perished. The sister who was supposed to have…
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365.5 K • Ongoing
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