Orluros
Stories
3
Chapters
750
Words
1.7 M
Comments
1
Reading
5 d, 23 h
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Hearing the group making their way up the mountain, Lu Liangsheng cast a glance out of the corner of his eye but did not pay them any attention. His palm pressed against the sword’s pommel, the spiritual essence he was channeling surging ceaselessly, colliding again and again as it was tempered with the characters “Wind”, “Forest”, “Fire”, and “Mountain” engraved above. Dust motes around the sword formation were stirred up in concentric rings, spinning into a circular vortex. The sight…
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353.2 K • Ongoing
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The dense stars adorned the night sky, blinking one after another. Th-three… three monsters were just slaughtered like that? Min Yuerou sat in one corner of the drying yard together with seven guards. She watched the large iron pot boiling vigorously. Several women gripped their spatulas and flipped the contents up and down. The chopped chunks of centipede flesh gave off sizzling crackles as they were fried, waves of fragrance spreading through the air. “Ugh—” The young woman covered…
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353.2 K • Ongoing
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In the underground hall, the flickering light of the torches cast shadows that danced across the walls. Countless coffins were scattered about in disarray. In one corner of the hall, Zhang Xiaohua stood silently. He was indeed exhausted—not physically, but mentally and emotionally drained. Casting his gaze around the somewhat chaotic hall, Zhang Xiaohua walked over to where Little Orange lay. Although the underground chamber had no view of the outside, Zhang Xiaohua could clearly sense that it was not…-
1.0 M • Ongoing
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Zhang Xiaohua waved his right hand, and a faintly red object shot towards the old man like an arrow. The old man had already raised his vigilance a hundredfold, fearing Zhang Xiaohua might have some unexpected tricks. Although the dagger in his hand was thrust toward Zhang Xiaohua, he hadn’t used his full strength—his attack was half-real, half-feigned, waiting to see how Zhang Xiaohua would respond. At this moment, seeing Zhang Xiaohua actually choose to throw a hidden weapon, the old man…
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1.0 M • Ongoing
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It must be said, this old man’s internal energy had already reached its peak. His entire body was shrouded in inner force; although he could not extend his senses as far as Zhang Xiaohua’s divine sense, he could still distinguish all movements in his immediate vicinity. As Zhang Xiaohua’s flying sword, along with his body, was about to pierce the old man’s forehead, at this critical moment, the old man took a desperate risk. He used his internal energy to lock onto the small sword and, daringly,…
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1.0 M • Ongoing
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The duel between the dagger and the short sword was no less intense than that of two long swords. As the saying goes, "An inch shorter, an inch more dangerous." If two short weapons were to clash with a resounding "clang," it would be nothing short of a joke. Moreover, Zhang Xiaohua knew that the old man could not truly sense his divine sense, so he had already released his spiritual perception, monitoring the changes in the old man’s swordplay and footwork. Thus, no matter how the old man’s…
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1.0 M • Ongoing
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Zhang Xiaohua turned around and saw, on one side of the main hall, atop a flight of steps, the old man with the bronze mask was descending the stairs! “Damn, how did he discover me?” Zhang Xiaohua cried out inwardly. The old man with the bronze mask questioned sternly: “Who are you? How did you trespass into the forbidden grounds of my sect?” He glanced again at the several coffins that had vanished from within the formation, and was even more shocked. With a forceful step, his body…
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After the Crown Prince left, Qi Wuhuo remained seated in quiet meditation with eyes closed. The second to enter was the Fourth Prince, Li Hui, dressed in plain robes. “Hui”—it means sunlight. Even from the name, one could perceive the great ambition harbored by the current Human Emperor long before he ascended the throne. He styled himself as the Great Sun. The Fourth Prince, Li Hui, offered a smile and cupped his hands in greeting. His bearing was scholarly and refined, his demeanor…-
365.5 K • Ongoing
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Aside from the little prince who was currently sound asleep in a groggy stupor, the other princes all appraised the man before them, the one wearing an elder’s mask, from head to toe. The Crown Prince felt an instinctive sense of peril, a cold wind pressing against his face that he could not shake off. His brows knit slightly, and he tightened his grip on his unconscious younger brother. The Fourth Prince, on the other hand, felt as though he were beholding a reclusive scholar from the wilds. A sense…
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365.5 K • Ongoing
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The door was left slightly ajar. The Toad Daoist waddled in, swaying left and right, glanced at his disciple rummaging through the cabinet, and crawled straight onto the bed. “Your teacher is exhausted…” Seeing the scholar give no response, he sprawled carelessly across the bed, tilted his head toward him, and asked, “Liangsheng, what are you doing?” Over there, Lu Liangsheng had just taken out some medicinal salves for bruises and injuries from a low cabinet. They were all things he had…
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353.2 K • Ongoing
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