Orluros
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2.0 M
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Not to mention how Valley Master Nie and Elder Zhang stood outside the pill room, their faces full of grievance, from time to time turning back, wanting to sneak a look at what Zhang Xiaohua was doing inside. Yet they were also keenly aware that such behavior was utterly disgraceful. Still, their hearts itched with curiosity, and they simply could not restrain themselves. Inside the pill room, Zhang Xiaohua struck several initial incantations into the pill furnace and the earth fire. Once the…-
1.2 M • Ongoing
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The next day, Zhang Xiaohua continued cultivating the Big Dipper Fist as usual, without feeling the slightest difference. But just as he finished his practice and was about to return to the pill room, he saw Valley Master Nie and Elder Zhang hurrying out from the inner valley, chatting excitedly as they walked. Zhang Xiaohua rubbed his nose and glanced at the sky blocked by the mountain wall, utterly speechless. The sun had only just risen from the east, yet here it was still pitch dark. Even if you…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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Leaving aside the fact that Valley Master Nie’s abacus of exchanging resources for techniques fell through and he went out somewhat disappointed to consult with Elder Zhang— Zhang Xiaohua, however, was not at all worried that Spring Rebirth Valley would refuse. In the pill formula, the prescription and refining method of the Scarlet Flame Pill were clearly written. With the current “decoction method” of Spring Rebirth Valley, they absolutely would not succeed in refining it. Even if Valley…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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After being scorched by the earthfire, the talismanic symbols on the flag’s surface became even clearer, as though they were about to peel away from the cloth itself. The formation patterns on the flagpole also emerged from its pitch-black texture. Seeing that the time was right, Zhang Xiaohua’s expression grew more solemn. He took a deep breath, let his entire body’s true qi surge forth, and, following the incantations of , flicked his fingers one after another, sending all the hand-seals he had…
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The season had already passed into early autumn. Among the mountain ranges, the breath of autumn grew ever heavier. Beneath the glow of the setting sun, patches of withered yellow swayed across the hills, drifting down in a ceaseless fall. Like passing through a curtain of rain, the old donkey flicked its bald tail, stretching out its tongue to lick at the falling dry leaves. The instant its hooves touched the ground, it had already covered several zhang. Upon its gently undulating back, Lu…
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409.5 K • Ongoing
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Sha sha sha… The cypress trees swayed gently in the courtyard. As Chen Jing stepped inside, a faint, delicate fragrance drifted through the air. Beyond the fallen leaves crossing his line of sight, the open lattice window revealed a small pot bubbling away with soft pu pu sounds. The toad he had seen before was there, clutching a wooden ladle and stirring something inside the pot. ‘The fragrance must be coming from that pot…’ Though curious, Chen Jing didn’t dare ask…
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409.5 K • Ongoing
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Within the mortal world, inside the Scripture Pavilion of the Lianyang Temple, the young Daoist opened his eyes as his Primordial Spirit returned. His five fingers spread slightly—accompanied by flowing golden radiance shifting and changing—starlight naturally crisscrossed and interwove between his fingers. In the end, it evolved into a uniquely shaped command token, emanating a chilling, awe-inspiring authority. This was the Northern Emperor Token representing the power of Slaying an…-
473.0 K • Ongoing
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Though the world is full of suffering, the sun and moon continue their ceaseless turning, and time flows on as before. No matter how much death there is, life must still go on. Under this sudden calamity, the Central Plains welcomed the most difficult and bitter New Year it had ever seen. The entire region was suffused with a stifling and deathly still atmosphere. Yet, because of the decisive judgment made in the face of the disaster, its main scope had been contained within a radius of a thousand…
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473.0 K • Ongoing
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Zhang Xiaohua said joyfully: “Could it be that the people of the Incense-Spreading Sect have come today?” Valley Master Nie was startled, then shook his head. “Nephew Ren, you may be disappointed. It is not the Incense-Spreading Sect who has arrived.” He then explained: “Counting the days, the Incense-Spreading Sect should indeed be sending people soon. But their arrival is never fixed — perhaps tomorrow, perhaps ten days later.” Zhang Xiaohua asked in puzzlement: “Then what matter…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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No one knew how much time had passed. The ancient characters within the scroll continued to stream forth without pause, while Zhang Xiaohua already felt his divine sense nearing total depletion. Although he now possessed the Guiding the Spirit Technique, and thus need not fear the exhaustion of his divine sense, he could not help but worry—if these writings pouring into his sea of consciousness lost the tether of his divine sense, might they backfire and harm him? Or perhaps damage the scroll…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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