Orluros
Stories
3
Chapters
885
Words
2.0 M
Comments
1
Reading
7 d, 2 h
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The light of dawn pushed aside the darkness between heaven and earth. On the official road, banners snapped in the wind as a vast black tide of troops stretched endlessly into the distance, stirring up clouds of dust that filled the sky. Donkey carts and ox carts had retreated into the fields, while merchants traveling from north and south gathered together, staring in astonishment at the long serpent of an army winding past. Some exchanged whispers in low voices. “Are we going to war?” “I…
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409.5 K • Ongoing
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The night wind moaned and whistled as it swept past the eaves, squeezing through the narrow crack of the door. The oil lamp flickered. The kitchen, crowded and full, smelled faintly of smoke and grease. A mottled old hen dozed off, nestled in a pile of firewood. No one spoke — only the da-da of chopsticks tapping against bowls echoed through the room. With several swift movements, the shadows of chopsticks rose and fell. The plate piled high with fatty wild boar meat was soon emptied, its bottom…
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409.5 K • Ongoing
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When the talismanic seals on the mirrored surfaces all began to glow faintly, Qi Wuhuo immediately sensed waves of spiritual power descending upon him. In the blink of an eye, the mirror emitted a blazing brilliance. In the next moment, the young Daoist's primordial spirit and spiritual consciousness were affected—within his awareness, even the heavens seemed to dim before his eyes. A vast darkness. Within the void, it was as if thunder roared and surged, illuminating flashes of light and shadow,…-
473.0 K • Ongoing
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Yun Qin widened her eyes and stared at the little peacock. The latter refused to show weakness, its pair of jet-black eyes was also fixed straight on the girl in the mirror. However, it was clearly just putting on a brave front—one of its wings had to rest on the young Daoist’s temple, its entire body puffed up in downy feathers, trembling slightly, and compared to before, it had grown quite a bit plumper. The young girl examined it carefully. Then, quite naturally, she said: “Is this the…
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Guo Village and Baligou were both rural backwaters. Ever since Li Yinfeng married into Baligou, she hadn’t seen such lively festivities on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month for many years. Now, hearing the sound of drums and gongs from the main street, she was already restless, looking even more eager to go out than Zhang Xiaohua. By contrast, eighteen-year-old Zhang Xiaohua sat composedly, a gentle smile on his face, behaving with perfect decorum. Of course, his divine sense had long…-
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Zhang Cai clapped his hands and, imitating Li Jinfeng, laughed: “Xiaohua, you really are mischievous. You want us to carry something this heavy? Who could possibly lift it?” From Zhang Cai’s demeanor, if it weren’t for Mr. Liu and Old Shopkeeper Li knowing him so well, they might have thought he was trying to trick them too. Guo Sufei asked, half-believing: “Xiaohua, just how heavy is this little thing? Why can’t anyone here budge it even an inch?” Zhang Xiaohua stepped forward,…
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“Bairen?” Not only was Guo Sufei astonished, but everyone present furrowed their brows in confusion. Indeed, if Guo Sufei had chosen a name like “Gousheng” or “Erlengzi”—common rustic names—no one would have found it strange. That’s how country folk name their children, after all. But “Bairen”? It had nothing to do with a childhood nickname; even names like “Yaoyao” or “Huanhuan” would have made more sense. Seeing their reactions, Zhang Xiaohua smiled and said: “Mr.…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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This devastating news seemed to have finally crushed the Zhang family, who had been drowning in the sorrow of Zhang Xiaohua’s disappearance. Once again, Guo Sufei took to her bed. Fortunately, at this time, Liu Qian’s belly had already started to show a slight bulge—the third generation of the Zhang family was undoubtedly the spiritual pillar of the household. Meanwhile, Li Yinfeng found herself in an exceptionally awkward situation. She wasn’t officially Zhang Xiaohu’s wife; in fact, even…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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After the meal, Guo Sufei did not rush over to Liu Qian’s place. Her son had only just returned home that morning, and she hadn’t had a chance to properly look at him yet. Naturally, she wanted to seize this opportunity to take a good look and ask him all she could. The others, too, sat leisurely in their chairs, sipping tea and quietly awaiting the beginning of a good tale. Indeed, news rarely reached Guo Village, and even Lu Town was not much better off. Zhang Xiaohua had disappeared for four…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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The blazing sun hung high overhead. Shafts of light pierced through the dense canopy of leaves, and amid the grating hum of cicadas, a woodcutter carrying a bundle of firewood on his back saw two men leading a donkey up the mountain path. He squinted for a while, then broke into a grin. “Ah, it’s Mister Lu—and the Daoist as well! What brings you two up the mountain today?” The area between Lu Family Village and North Village was mostly frequented by local villagers collecting firewood, and…
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409.5 K • Ongoing
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