Orluros
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Seeing Zhang Xiaohua’s anxious expression, Nie Qianyu chuckled and said: “Don’t worry, Brother Ren. The dates that the Incense-Spreading Sect comes to the Spring Rebirth Valley aren’t entirely fixed, but the year is. They’re definitely coming this year. This has been a tradition passed down for hundreds—if not thousands—of years. Even if Spring Rebirth Valley were to face some calamity, the Incense-Spreading Sect would still come. There’s no reason for them not to show up this…-
1.2 M • Ongoing
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After quite some time, the sun had already risen high in the sky. Zhang Xiaohua opened his eyes, a hint of puzzlement in his heart: “By this time on any other day, Nie Qianyu would’ve already come bouncing over. Why is it so quiet today?” “Could something have happened?” As he was thinking this, he was just about to release his divine sense when he heard footsteps outside. Even without using his divine sense, just by ear alone, Zhang Xiaohua could tell—it was Nie Qianyu. But today, her steps…
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“Hm, Dreamchaser! To chase after dreams with such swiftness—wouldn’t that be even faster than a meteor? Moreover, it also carries the meaning of chasing after Little Meng… Yes, it’s this!” Zhang Xiaohua gave his little sword an exceedingly romantic name—Dreamchaser. His spirits soared at once, and while the iron was still hot, he set about naming the heavy and unsightly longsword as well. This sword was known for its weight, so of course, the name must reflect that. At that…
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“Is that it? It’s done?” “What was that thunder just now?!” “Perhaps it was Liangsheng’s Daoist technique…” While the quiet chatter lingered, the master-disciple ceremony had already been completed. The offerings on the altar were soon cleared away by the village elders and distributed among every household. As people shared the food, the three youths and the old man followed behind Lu Liangsheng, heading back toward the small fenced courtyard. Stepping…
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409.5 K • Ongoing
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Taiyi Savior of Suffering? Qi Wuhuo had no impression of this title. In this era, this one had only recently attained the Dao, and his name had not yet widely spread. The young Daoist’s foundation was damaged, and he had forcibly circulated his qi; now he could only offer a slight bow, yet with complete sincerity: “Many thanks, senior, for lending a hand…” The Daoist who called himself Taiyi replied: “No matter. I did not save him—this was his own choice.” “There is cause and…-
473.0 K • Ongoing
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The sudden upheaval—what should have been the old Dragon King, stripped of his dragon body in this life and sent to the netherworld for reincarnation—had instead become him, crashing upon the Dragon-Slaying Platform in place of his son Ao Wulie, who had recklessly summoned rain and disrupted the order of Heaven and Earth. For the sake of his son, he had willingly abandoned that sliver of survival, taking upon himself the primary responsibility. This turn of events left everyone utterly speechless,…
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473.0 K • Ongoing
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Cock-a-doodle-doo—! A rooster stretched its neck and crowed loudly. The autumn morning light pushed away the darkness from the eastern hills, wrapping the mountain village in its glow. In the fenced courtyard, the leaves of the old tree had turned yellow and lay scattered, covering the entire yard. Lu Liangsheng stepped out from the house and walked to the well to wash up. In the courtyard, Li Sui'an and Qu Yuanfeng, holding brooms, bowed and greeted him with a respectful,…
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409.5 K • Ongoing
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This was a booklet similar to the —the same size, the same kind of pages. However, what shocked Zhang Xiaohua was that the entire booklet was pure white, without a single word on it. Greatly surprised, Zhang Xiaohua looked up at Si Yakong. Si Yakong smiled and said: “Nephew, take a look at the cover.” Zhang Xiaohua closed the booklet, and sure enough, on the cover were three ancient characters: . Only, the character “Heaven” (天) was extraordinarily different—its strokes flew like…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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These words sounded quite ordinary, yet in Si Yakong’s ears, they were no less than celestial music. He immediately turned his head, his voice trembling as he asked, “Young Hero Ren… you’re not… joking, are you…?” His tone was one of complete disbelief. Zhang Xiaohua replied with a half-smile: “Does Sect Master Si think I’m joking?” “N-not at all, not at all,” Si Yakong said hurriedly, visibly moved. “This old man simply didn’t expect such generosity from my virtuous…
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Standing off to the side, Nie Qianyu was utterly delighted, watching intently. She had witnessed firsthand how Zhang Xiaohua had schemed against Lu Meng, and she knew very well how eager he was to learn the art of forging weapons. So this little booklet from the Weapon Forging Sect was clearly a well-placed offering to appeal to his desires—how could he possibly resist taking it? Tong Ba shook his head and said: “No. Apart from the value of this booklet, it is also a token of goodwill—something…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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