Orluros
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As the voice fell, a refined Daoist was seen striding forward, carrying a pill furnace in one hand. Within the furnace, five-colored Qi swirled, as if it had just been tempered over the Six Ding Divine Fire. It seemed that he had been in the middle of refining pills when an urgent matter suddenly arose, forcing him to come in person. Yet, he was unwilling to ruin the batch of treasured elixirs, so he gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and with three wisps of fire rising from his brow, he simply picked up…-
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In the second level of the Sutra Repository, a vast collection of items radiating dazzling divine brilliance filled the space, dazzling to the eye. The Shangqing lineage was known for its carefree nature, and even within this Sutra Repository, no concealment formations had been set. Any disciple who possessed the karmic affinity could ascend. However, the second level was not a collection of Daoist lineages established by the various True Lords. Instead, it contained scriptures personally written by the…
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Yun Qin asked in confusion: “Harassed by a bald donkey?” Old Yellow Ox immediately realized he had misspoken and hurriedly said: “Ah, Little Yun Qin, don’t learn that term. Your father might be fine with it, but if your mother finds out, Uncle Niu won’t have a good time.” The young girl blinked. “Uncle Niu, do you recognize this egg?” Old Yellow Ox stroked his chin and pondered: “I can only say that I have a rough guess about its type.” “But whether it is as I suspect depends on…
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The young Daoist stepped aside and carefully took the bird egg from the soft cushion, bringing it closer to the . The Old Yellow Ox scrutinized it closely for a while, then had Qi Wuhuo pick up the egg and turn it over. After repeating the process several times, he asked Qi Wuhuo about his experiences. Suddenly, he let out a sigh of relief in his heart: ‘Hah, I see now! So that's how it is. That monk had no eye for such things and misidentified it!’ That nearly scared this old ox to death—he thought…
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Qi Wuhuo sensed another change in the mirror. Reactivating the , the face of the Old Yellow Ox immediately appeared before his eyes, as if it were trying to squeeze entirely into the mirror. Its face was filled with eagerness as it said: “Wuhuo, Wuhuo, listen to your Uncle Niu!” The young Daoist chuckled and said: “Uncle Niu, slow down. No need to be so anxious.” The Old Yellow Ox took a deep breath to steady itself, then gave a rough explanation of the matter. Slapping its chest, it declared:…
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In the following days, Qi Wuhuo found himself enjoying a rare moment of leisure. Each day, he would recite Daoist scriptures to the peacock egg or practice swordplay, guiding his Qi in smooth circulation. He would also tend to Lian Shulan’s health within the village, then venture into the mountains to gather medicinal herbs, spending time playing with that little medicine spirit. Upon returning, he would take out the alchemy furnace left by Tantai Xuan and begin refining pills, accumulating the most…
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Now then, Old Yellow Ox gathered numerous prepared spiritual materials, stepped upon auspicious clouds, and went straight to the Thunder Palace to seek out the Three-Five Fire Spirit Great General. He borrowed the general’s Tribulation Hound and intended to use the power of thunder and fire—both of the utmost yang and unyielding nature—to refine the remnants of those former great demons, turning them into the purest and most harmless spiritual essence. Speaking of which, Old Yellow Ox himself had…
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Eastern Pure Glazed World— The flowing sword light seemed to exist only in dreams, like moonlight—illusory, yet as if it had always been there since time immemorial. Moonlight Universal Illumination Bodhisattva, though among the highest ranks of Bodhisattvas, could neither perceive the beginning nor the end of this sword. He could only vaguely sense a kind of enlightenment. It was not that he arrived here and drew his sword. Rather, it was that he arrived here, and in that instant, between heaven…
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It was nightfall. Qi Wuhuo casually found a place to shelter from the wind and rain—a simple thatched hut by the roadside in the mountains. It was likely built by the nearby villagers, used for storing firewood and dried grass when there was too much to carry down the mountain in one trip or when their courtyards below were already full. A simple roof covered the hut, offering some protection from the elements, and inside lay dry, soft straw. The young Daoist untied the sword case from his back, then…
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The young Daoist’s words fell, and the so-called Great Strength Ox King Bodhisattva’s posture froze in an instant, before slowly lowering its head. Its large, gentle eyes flickered with a trace of light. “The second volume…?” The young Daoist took out a carefully written scroll and answered: “Mm. After cultivation, it can make the skin smooth and radiant, the eyes clear and refreshed, and forever free of eye sores.” The breathing of the ‘Great Strength Ox King Bodhisattva’ suddenly…
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