Orluros
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Chirping sounds filled the air— A flock of birds glided across the mountain forest, one alighting upon the branch of an ancient pine. It tilted its bright eyes toward the scholar by the grave below, then fluttered down, landing atop the tombstone and hopping along it. On a sheet of pristine white paper, lines of ink took shape, outlining one figure after another—arrayed in formation, long spears standing like a forest. The brush tip danced, tracing armor plates and iron helms, sketching the proud…
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409.5 K • Ongoing
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Morning light pushed aside the dark outlines of night, spilling across the rolling mountain ridges, and bathed Lu Family Village at the foot of the hill in a sheet of gold. Cock-a-doodle-doo— The rooster lifted its bright red comb and crowed loudly, breaking the stillness of dawn. Inside a small fenced courtyard, the Toad Daoist stood by the window lattice, lazily stretching before beginning to sway his round, bulging waist. In the yard, a speckled old hen darted out of the coop, scratching and…
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![Chapter 132: [Name Redacted]’s Personally Transmitted Great Divine Ability Cover](https://gravitytales.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/11/I-am-the-Immortal-e1732456817156.jpeg)
The characters upon this scroll, each one imbued with a flowing spiritual resonance, truly seemed as though a black-robed Daoist were standing before him, speaking aloud. Just a few short sentences struck like thunder, shattering and illuminating the darkness and confusion in the young Daoist's mind. Yes—that’s it. To protect or to kill is merely . It is like ascending a mountain—indeed, you did climb this particular path. But once you’ve reached the summit— You can then see the…-
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The young Daoist could not help but sigh. It sounded helpless—yet, as though he’d been affected by her free-spirited cheer, his own mood lightened somewhat. He sat there calmly, the sleeves of his robe patterned with drifting clouds and flowing water hanging down, naturally covering the wound on his right hand. With dark hair bound by a wooden hairpin, his countenance was clear and youthful—he was still that young Daoist who should have remained distant from the mortal world. That sharp,…
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In that very instant, the Crown Prince’s mind went completely blank for a split second. All he could perceive was the afterimage of that sword-light, streaking straight toward him. He had never been one to lack decisiveness—he had survived multiple assassination attempts in the past and had always maintained composure and calm, even during dire moments. There were times when assassins struck while his guards fought bitterly outside, yet he could still pour and sip his wine with ease. But this time…
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Tat-tat-tat The sound of galloping hooves sped along the official road, from the capital heading southeast toward He Valley Prefecture and Fushui County. Couriers bearing documents came and went without pause, hastily delivering them to the local yamen. Before long, proclamations were posted up one after another. All were warrants for the arrest of Lu Liangsheng. Beside his name was the portrait of Sun Yingxian, a sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked fellow with a crooked mustache, and—hm—even that…
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The night wind over the wilderness grew ever fiercer. In the depths of the dark night, the outlines of the mountains stretched dimly forward. The rustling sounds all around came from the trees swaying on either side of the road, and from a lone figure carrying a coffin upon his shoulders. The mud-stained coffin pressed against the straw raincoat and wooden leaves on his shoulder, producing a creaking, rasping sound. On the way back south, the suppressed emotions that had erupted atop the imperial…
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Although Zhang Xiaohua kept saying, “No rush, no rush,” how could Zhang Cai bear to let his son, who had just returned from a brush with death, go hungry? Before they’d even had a few sips of tea, Guo Sufei and Li Jinfeng’s mother returned from next door. Upon seeing Zhang Xiaohua, Auntie Li once again poured out her thanks, so much so that Zhang Xiaohua was at a loss for words. He had only done a good deed, yet was thanked three or four times over, which left him feeling rather…-
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Although Zhang Xiaohua had gained much just now, after a bit of calculation, he realized that the longest and most exhausting part, the evolution of the Heavenly Dao, was utterly incomprehensible to him. The meridians as bright as the starry sky required a cultivation method he did not possess; the mysterious purple qi, whose effects remained unknown, had vanished somewhere within his body; and all that was left was that strand of golden light transformed from the innate formation. When it came to…
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Li Jinfeng had, in fact, only met Qiu Tong once at the Lotus Escort Agency, and that was more than five years ago. Could it be that he’s still pining for her after all this time? Zhang Xiaohua truly couldn’t be sure. Was this what people called love at first sight? Suddenly, a thought struck Zhang Xiaohua: “Could it be that Young Master Li is still unmarried even now?” Of course, he wasn’t foolish enough to ask such a thing outright. Instead, he simply smiled and said: “Big Brother Li,…
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