Orluros
Stories
3
Chapters
885
Words
2.0 M
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Reading
7 d, 2 h
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The night wind brushed past the eaves of the corridor, and the chill of late night slipped through the cracks of the window, bringing a trace of coolness to the emperor, whose body was drenched in sweat. He pushed aside the silk handkerchief that had reached out to wipe his brow. Steadying his breath, he lifted the yellow silk quilt from the dragon bed, slipped on his shoes, and sat at the edge, once again falling into a daze, blankly gazing at the flickering lamp flame swaying upon the bronze pillar at…
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409.5 K • Ongoing
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“Is the one you seek inside that pavilion?” The grass was slick with rain, dripping from each blade and pressed beneath his shoes. The Daoist, following behind the qilin beast, stepped out from the forest and cast a glance at the distant pavilion. “Judging from the display, it seems to be a house of high rank.” Walking ahead with the reins in hand, Lu Liangsheng tilted his bamboo hat slightly to the side, and gave a faint “Mm” in reply. “The Yang clan of Chang’an. Their…
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409.5 K • Ongoing
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The characters reflected on the mirror’s surface were delicate and graceful, imbued with joy. The young Daoist raised his hand and set down his brush, replying with a single word: “Alright.” The writing rippled like water, spreading in waves before vanishing without a trace. But no response came immediately. From this, it was clear, the girl must have written it in a moment of happiness and hadn’t remained by the mirror to await a reply. She had likely encountered something amusing. The young…-
473.0 K • Ongoing
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Qi Wuhuo recognized the fortune-teller and was about to greet him. But the fortune-teller’s eyes widened. A few days prior, he had gotten thoroughly drunk, and afterward, for reasons he couldn’t quite explain, he had a persistent feeling that the past few days were ill-suited for stepping outside. So he had holed up at home, stifled for several days, until finally, unable to bear it any longer, he brought along a jug of wine, intending to stroll about and see if the mortal world might offer any…
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473.0 K • Ongoing
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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…-
1.2 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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1.2 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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1.2 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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1.2 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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1.2 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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1.2 M • Ongoing
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