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Earlier, they had been watching the standoff between the gray-robed monk and the fortune teller, but in the blink of an eye, the situation changed drastically. Whether it was the monk’s words that had struck a nerve or some other reason that enraged the crowd, many people furiously flung the medicinal decoctions in their hands at him. Mingxin was momentarily stunned before he practically leaped up from the bricks, spreading his arms wide to block them, shouting: “Ah! This—Everyone, please calm…-
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That Cui Shaoqing saw the young county prince’s expression of ‘confusion’ and couldn’t help but lift the hem of his robe, feigning a light kick at him. With a laugh and a curse, he said: “Are you truly unable to remember, or do you simply dislike that your elder sister always brings up her friend from that dream, so you’re putting on this act? I know full well—the reason you left the palace a little later than usual was because you had someone in charge of scholars’ records investigate that…
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As the voice fell, there was no response. The young Junwang cautiously stepped forward. The room was quiet and simple, furnished with only a bed, a table, a qin, and a bookshelf. Scattered across the floor were fragments of old texts. A young maiden, around sixteen or seventeen years of age, was seated there. Dressed in fine silk, her brows were clear and refined, her eyes large and gentle, with pupils especially dark and luminous. She held a chess piece between her fingers, studying an unfinished game.…
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The little peacock seemed to have slept too well, too comfortably. Only after waking up did it realize that it was stuffed inside this small hidden pouch. As a young creature, it was brimming with spirit and full of energy, unable to stay put obediently. It wriggled against Qi Wuhuo’s hand in the cramped space, prompting the young Daoist to untie the pouch and lift it into his palm. “You're awake?” The peacock responded with an unpleasant and raucous cry. Standing in the young Daoist’s palm, it…
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Beneath the moonlight, the water's surface rippled, parting to form a long path. Yet this path seemed to resonate with the waist token from the Mingzhen Dao Alliance. Qi Wuhuo could sense it clearly—if anyone else were to follow behind him and tread upon this waterway, they would simply fall straight into the current, ending up like a drenched chicken, soaked and disheveled. Only by holding this object could one walk upon the proper path and reach the Mingzhen Dao Alliance. But could Tantai Xuan’s…
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Such an imposing display of heroism stunned all the members of the Mingzhen Dao Alliance into silence. Yet when the elder caught sight of that jade-green thumb ring, he seemed to realize something. He received it with both hands, examined the hidden patterns etched within, and only then said, “So that’s how it is. I understand now.” He returned the thumb ring to the young girl dressed in azure robes and wearing a white fox mask, his manner now exceedingly courteous. The girl’s eyes shimmered with…
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Then be the teacher of emperors. After Qi Wuhuo spoke these words, he turned and left, stepping into the mundane world. His figure gradually receded into the distance. Only that fortune-teller murmured a few words to himself, then suddenly sat back onto the wooden stump, feeling that these six words were impossibly rich, hard to finish savoring, and full of a bold clarity. He wanted to curse them as the arrogant ravings of a boy who knew not the immensity of heaven and earth, yet could not help but see…
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The Eight Trigram Furnace, one of the Seven Treasures of the Daoist sect, floated suspended in the void. Beneath it, the , several times more potent than , blazed fiercely. The terrifying heat was enough to refine even immortals to death—yet at this moment, beneath the furnace, a refined Daoist in a blue-green robe embroidered with cloud-and-water patterns lounged lazily upon a meditation cushion, seemingly dozing. Only one of the two young acolytes was present nearby. He fanned the flames with a fan…
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Within the Lianyang Temple, the old Daoist pulled the little Daoist along to prepare the evening meal. The young Daoist had originally intended to lend a hand, but was gently dissuaded by the elder. Stroking his beard with a smile, the old Daoist said: “You made a breakthrough today—this is a most joyous occasion. It’s only right that we celebrate you. How could we possibly have you cook at a time like this?” “There’s simply no reasoning that would justify such a thing.” “Fellow Daoist,…
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The Battle of Jinzhou... A ripple stirred in Qi Wuhuo’s heart. That middle-aged Daoist bore a gentle smile—an expression formed through long habit when seeing guests off or welcoming them. Yet the gaze he cast upon the young Daoist held a sorrowful complexity, as though he had gleaned something from the fluctuation in Qi Wuhuo’s emotions. Still, he said nothing of it, only smiled and spoke: “In any case, Little Daoist, today you’ve struck a great bargain for our Dao Alliance, and even helped us…
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