Orluros
Stories
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Reading
7 d, 2 h
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Qi Wuhuo’s fingers glided across the strings of the qin. His skill with the qin had only reached its current state after meeting the Mountain God, Qiong Yu, in his dreams. Over the course of decades within the dream, he had experienced the highs and lows of life, and after learning the blurry truth about dreams and reality at the Li family residence, his understanding deepened further. His music now seemed to carry the life insights of the elusive Master Wuhuo from his dream, resonating with the hearts…-
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"Oh, Immortal Master Qi, I'm your neighbor. I had some matters to attend to earlier, so I didn’t have a chance to visit." "I just got back from the provincial city, and thought I’d take the opportunity to come pay my respects." "Ha ha, Young Master Qi, my son is also studying under Teacher Su. He often hears Teacher Su mention you. If you have time today, how about coming to our house for some tea or a light meal?" Men and women dressed in fine silk and satin crowded around him. These were people…
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Just as Qi Wuhuo was about to respond, the Mountain God raised his hand with a smile and said: "No need to make a decision right now." "Let me first explain the powers of a Mountain God. In the rituals of worship, it is said, . The lineage of the Earth Deities does not actually follow the mandates of the Heavenly Emperor. Compared to others, they are not subject to many restrictions. Leaving their domain doesn’t affect them much, except they cannot utilize the power of the Earth’s Veins." "If they…
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“Token?” The Daoist froze for a moment, then hurriedly lifted his robes, grabbing the wooden token and tearing it off. He bent over, holding the token above his head with both hands, trembling as he said_ “If the immortal elder desires it, please, please take it.” Tao Taigong raised his hand, drawing the token over with a gesture. He turned it over a few times, inspecting it, and said: “This is a token from the . How did you come to possess it?” The old Daoist remained bent over, still…
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You didn’t come. So I had no choice but to seek you out. The words fell into the Daoist's ears like thunder out of a clear sky, causing his face to gradually lose all its color and his body to tremble slightly. He realized the tone of equality hidden in those words. Not to mention him, a descendant relying on the lingering influence of his elders—even the patriarch from 300 years ago had never managed to establish such a good relationship with the Mountain God! Damn it... Why is someone like him…
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Li Yixian watched in horror as the Daoist approached Qi Wuhuo. He wanted to shout, to tell Qi Wuhuo that he didn’t have to go through with this, but he found himself utterly powerless. His mouth wouldn’t move, his body had gone limp, and even the strength to lift a finger escaped him. As he struggled, the Daoist had already reached Qi Wuhuo. With a wave of his hand, a black wind surged forth, filled with the chilling wails of trapped souls. The black wind transformed into chains, binding Qi Wuhuo’s…
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The sound of the qin was clear and resonant. In the Li family household, the tutor who had previously worn a pained expression while listening to the children play the qin now softened his face. As soon as the blue-robed youth's hands touched the strings, a majestic melody spread through the air, immediately setting itself apart from the mundane. The expressions of everyone in the room shifted. The young people fell silent, while the elders halted their conversations—some listened with solemnity, others…
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After only a few knocks, the large black-lacquered door swung open. Today, they were expecting guests, so the door was left ajar, ready to be opened. A middle-aged man, over six feet tall with broad shoulders, pulled the door wide. Wiping the light sweat from his brow from rushing over, he clasped his hands in greeting and said: "Apologies, apologies. I was just helping move a large jar of pickled vegetables and wasn't here to open the door, making the young sir wait outside." As he opened the door,…
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The old man scrutinized Qi Wuhuo from head to toe. Finally, he smiled and nodded, saying: "Good." "I have encountered many cultivators in my time. Your aptitude is not particularly outstanding, but your comprehension is quite good." "However, the method for refining Primordial Essence is not something that can be mastered quickly with mere slow and steady effort." "Tell me, what did you encounter?" Qi Wuhuo then recounted the events from earlier, how he encountered the tiger mountain god when he went…
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Under the watchful gaze of the tiger, a faint spiritual light began to shimmer around Qi Wuhuo. With his eyes half-closed, the young man guided his Primordial Spirit, following the orthodox method he just learned, to harness his vital energy and circulate it throughout his entire body. With the aid of the spiritual liquid, even the slightly spiritual mountain-dwelling foxes, possessing only a trace of intelligence, were able to enter a state of deep meditation, instinctively stepping into a realm of…
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