Orluros
Stories
3
Chapters
885
Words
2.0 M
Comments
1
Reading
7 d, 2 h
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Boom—— Heaven’s thunder split open, blinding white light bursting before the eyes. At the marketplace beneath the mountain, as countless bolts of lightning crashed down upon the peak, in that instant when white radiance unfurled, the townsfolk and wandering swordsmen who had been drawn by the omen all shut their eyes instinctively. Only when the brilliance at last faded, after a long moment, did they dare open them again, returning slowly from their shock. “By heaven, that nearly scared me…
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409.5 K • Ongoing
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A thunderclap split the heavens, lightning cleaving through the oppressive clouds. On the tattered strip of prison garb, dark-red blood-characters spread densely, reflected in the depths of Lu Liangsheng’s eyes. “……When I first heard that Liangsheng had struck the Golden Throne in fury, this teacher could find no rest, not out of fear for my own life and safety, but out of grief for the injustice you suffered. How must Liangsheng have felt then? Looking back upon the past, I sometimes…
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409.5 K • Ongoing
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“Candied hawthorn skewers~~sweet and crisp, candied hawthorn skewers!” “Crisp pears, fresh pears for sale!” “Hot pancakes—golden, fragrant, and delicious pancakes!” Along the bustling street, a short-statured peddler balanced his shoulder pole, a young boy trailed with a basket, and the noisy cries of vendors filled the air. Amidst the clamor, Sun Yingxian furrowed his brow, retraced his steps, and withdrew beneath the eaves. From there, his gaze fell upon a shop further…
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409.5 K • Ongoing
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The old man still struggled to rise, as though he was determined to kneel in obeisance to the young Daoist before him, but was held back by the people around him. No one knew where he found the strength. Grasping the young Daoist’s hand, he haltingly recounted the general course of events, his voice choked with emotion—grief, anger, and sorrow interwoven. He had already been bedridden for many days, yet had struggled so much these past few days that no one could restrain him. The old man…-
473.0 K • Ongoing
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The voice of the young Daoist, reflected through words and spirit, still echoed faintly. The refined-looking Daoist slightly moved his fingers and once again unfurled the scroll titled . What met his eyes were still those same characters. The brushwork differed, and the technique of channeling spiritual essence through the brush's tip was so immature that he nearly felt compelled to burst into laughter—yet it had, undeniably, been written. "This little fellow..." "Has he learned my method of…
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473.0 K • Ongoing
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When those two Daoists discussed the Dao with one another, they would always, inexplicably, give rise to a trace of fire in their hearts. Even though their realms had already reached such lofty heights, they still remained diametrically opposed, neither yielding to the other. And now, the only one capable of gathering the assembly, harmonizing the situation, and persuading the two, Taishang, was nowhere to be found, off wandering the world who-knows-where. Thus, the two fell into momentary…
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473.0 K • Ongoing
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The old Daoist, whose hair and beard were completely white and whose brows bore a gentle expression, smiled as he picked up a stone and placed it down, then said kindly: “This matter, has Dao-friend not already discerned it? Why ask again?” The middle-aged Daoist, whose countenance and bearing inspired awe and reverence, replied coolly: “Merely curious. Dao Brother has always followed the , and toward your disciples as well, you’ve only ever pointed out the direction, allowing them to walk it…
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473.0 K • Ongoing
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Qi Wuhuo's temperament was calm and tranquil. He did not perceive anything amiss or unusual. In that hazy state between sleep and wakefulness, he opened his eyes and saw that an old man was sitting right before him. The surrounding light was dim and gentle, like the setting sun in the afternoon—warm, peaceful—inviting one to unconsciously relax, and to drift into drowsiness. On the table, there still seemed to be that lamp—woven of gauze, its light coming from the insects within. In that moment of…
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473.0 K • Ongoing
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“Immortal Master!” “Immortal Master, we have returned!” Birds startled from the forest, fluttering with sharp cries, as six men rushed out from the woods, arms filled with brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. Dragging a great black dog along, they called out excitedly while hurrying toward the ruined temple. At the temple gate, Lu Liangsheng stepped forth clad in a rain cloak, bathed in the morning light. His gaze swept across the six, and with his hands clasped behind his back, he turned…
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409.5 K • Ongoing
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The Veiled Moon Sword was nailed into the trunk of a tree, and the entire forest quaked, Dharma light illuminating the thick mist as it scattered in all directions. “Ahhh—!” “~~Roooar!” The human-shaped mist formed from resentment and baleful qi let out shrill, mournful screams. As it fled, it was torn apart by Dharma light and sword qi, or else was forcibly nailed into the trees. “Hmph! A mere cluster of yin and baleful qi, condensed into foul specters and…
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409.5 K • Ongoing
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