Orluros
Stories
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Chapters
752
Words
1.7 M
Comments
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Reading
5 d, 23 h
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Once bitten by a snake, one will fear even a well rope for ten years. “Gulp~” The four of them swallowed nervously. You looked at me, I looked at you. Unconsciously, they shifted their steps a little closer to the door. Over in the shadows, the flickering candlelight illuminated half of the woman's face as she slowly turned her head. Beneath the coarse veil, she parted her lips in a light smile. "Four gentlemen, why are you all just standing there…?" “T-this… young lady, you likely won’t…
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Woof woof… In the dead of night, a dog's barking rang out from somewhere within the city. In a certain house, the sleeping commoners were suddenly roused by a clatter upon the eaves. One of them pushed open a window and looked outside. “Who’s throwing stones in the middle of the night!?” A shadow flickered into the distance, darting along the courtyard wall. With a leap, a foot landed lightly on a tree branch. The bough bent under the weight and then rebounded, rustling softly as it sprang…
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“I said it before—Brother Chongwen has a broad and magnanimous heart.” “Indeed. Now that you’ve attained the Juren title, you may well gain high office and riches at next spring’s imperial examinations.” “When that time comes, we’ll be counting on you to lend us a hand, Brother Chongwen.” As the idle chatter continued, the five of them hurried down the street. Suddenly, Wang Chongwen came to a halt. He glanced around, then turned his head slightly. “Did any of you hear a woman…
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The setting sun had vanished beyond the mountain ridge, and old, grimy lanterns were hung beneath the eaves on both sides of the street. Lu Liangsheng led the old donkey along the road. This remote northern county bore much resemblance to Fushui—wandering swordsmen with blades strapped to their backs, reeking of wine, passed by clutching bottles, drawing only a glance from the pedestrians, who hurried along without pause. Street vendors were gathering up their tables and stools, lifting their shoulder…
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After crossing the river and heading north, they entered the territory of Northern Zhou. The continuous spring rains had finally come to a stop. On a muddy path winding through desolate hills, an old donkey carried a reclining scholar on its back, happily trotting in small steps. As it climbed a gentle slope, sunlight broke through the gaps in the clouds. Lu Liangsheng squinted slightly and raised the to shield his eyes. He still felt a tinge of regret over not encountering the giant fish of the river…
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Spring rain had fallen for several days in a row, and a white mist stretched endlessly through the dense forest. The old donkey flicked its bald tail cheerfully, tongue lolling as it licked at the tender grass on the ground. Perched atop its back was the Toad Daoist, clutching both of the donkey’s ears to steady himself, smacking it with his webbed hand to maintain balance. “Didn’t I tell you not to imitate this old man? And still you do!” From within the bookshelf, Nie Honglian hummed a…
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A white mist rose over the river’s surface, and gentle waves rippled outward with a hush. As the oar sliced through the water, the small, nimble sailboat glided silently, cutting through the thick veil of fog. The great river was wide, though not so vast as the open sea. As the sailboat drifted steadily onward, it had already reached midstream. The current grew swifter, waves crashing against one another and striking the hull. The boat rocked with each impact, especially at the bow and along the…
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“…Sigh, I wonder if a time of chaos is truly approaching. Just a few days ago, something strange happened in the capital. A demonic cultivator stirred up trouble—he broke through the Jianchun Gate, scattered the garrison troops, and charged straight into the imperial palace, even smashing apart the Golden Luan Hall where His Majesty holds court.” It was near the third month of the year, and along the road leading from the southeastern Fulin Prefecture to the capital, night had already fallen. At a…
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Bordering the lands of the Northern Zhou, the mountains gradually grew rugged. After two days of ceaseless spring rain, a green veil now cloaked the slopes in the distance. Beneath the leaden curtain of rain, Lu Liangsheng lay sideways across a donkey’s back, engrossed in a scroll he held in his hands. From time to time, he would flick his robe sleeves, and the falling raindrops would shift aside, swept gently away from him. The old donkey plodded forward at a leisurely pace, the bell around its neck…
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At last, we’ve reached this point. Seeing everyone’s comments and general approval, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief. When I first conceived this novel, there really wasn’t much of a grand plan. But later I thought— for all you well-read fellow book lovers, a cultivation story that’s just straight-up ascension might feel predictable, even dull after a while. So I wondered, could I create a cultivation novel that blends in multiple elements? Structurally, maybe a bit of farming, perhaps the…
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