Orluros
Stories
3
Chapters
885
Words
2.0 M
Comments
1
Reading
7 d, 2 h
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In the wilderness, snow slipped silently from the branches, falling to the ground without a sound. Before the solemn and silent ritual procession, Pudu Cihang held up the Fearless Seal, his expression devoid of emotion as he gazed at the dozen or so cultivators across from her—especially the one at the front, who held in his hand a broken piece that had once belonged to him. He inclined his head slightly and chanted a verse of the Buddha. “Shanzai! Shanzai! The people of this world are mired in the…
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409.5 K • Ongoing
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The fields, mountains, and roads were all blanketed in snow, a vast stretch of white. Along the official road, the crisp sound of copper bells jingling echoed through the cold air. At this point, they were already not far from the capital, Tianzhi. Lu Liangsheng no longer used any spells to hasten their journey. From time to time, the Daoist would dart into nearby woods or frozen gullies to rummage about, while the old donkey, its reins loosened, lazily swayed its tail and trailed behind at its own…
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409.5 K • Ongoing
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Snowflakes danced in the air, covering the vast mountains and fields in a blanket of white. Amidst the accumulated snow, withered grass poked out in small tufts, only to be swiftly swept up—snow and all—by the tongue of a donkey, which chewed slowly and contentedly. The old donkey, warmed by a spell, leisurely swayed its bare tail as it nibbled on the grass protruding from the snow. From time to time, it let out a snorting hum, lifting its head to follow the shallow footprints of the two figures…
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The desolate wilderness path was sparsely populated. The firelight flickered within the kitchen, and a shop assistant, having just fetched some firewood, fed it into the stove. As wisps of cooking smoke rose, the crisp chime of a copper bell rang out in the distance. The waiter straightened up and glanced toward the innkeeper inside, who was engrossed in flicking his abacus beads with rapid clacking sounds, seemingly unaware of the waiter’s gaze. Without lifting his head, he simply responded: "A…
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Liyang City, the rain had ceased. The earth, brown and yellow, stretched far, with occasional patches of green sprouting from the soil, hinting at life. Below the city, the disaster victims still received only a bowl of thin porridge each day, yet their emotions remained stable. Tattered straw huts stood in clusters, and ragged children chased one another, laughing as they played. Their parents, sitting on dry straw and withered branches, scolded them a few times, but the dirt-streaked faces only glanced…
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Boom! Thunder rumbled across the sky, and flashes of pale blue lightning illuminated the veil of rain. Amid the downpour, the vague silhouette of a building could be seen. For an instant, the lightning revealed a plaque above the entrance, upon which the words "Yi Manor" were carved. The wind carried raindrops and scattered fallen leaves, sweeping them into the desolate courtyard. "Please… let me go…" "No! Don’t put me in there!" A woman's desperate cries pierced the night. A deafening clap of…
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Arrows tore through the curtain of rain, embedding themselves not far from those cultivators. On the city walls, squads of soldiers unsheathed their weapons, the sharp ‘clank clank’ of steel echoing as they descended into the inner city. When the city gates swung open, the gathered troops beheld a sea of disaster victims pressing forward. They huddled around a charred and motionless scholar on the ground, forming a human wall to block the entrance. Their teeth chattered from cold and fear, yet they…
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Tap, tap… Tap, tap, tap… Robes billowed as Lu Liangsheng strode up the stone steps, one after another. Atop the Rain-Praying Platform, an offering table stood. The scholar took out an inkstone, crushed it, and slapped the fragments onto the table. Pouring a little clear water, he pressed his thumb against the ink and ground it into a paste. He glanced back. Below, the old donkey huffed and galloped, seemingly dragging something. Zhu Ziyi, who was in pursuit, was nearing the base of the Rain-Praying…
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"What is that? Be careful—" "Don't be afraid! It's just an illusion! That ancient ferocious beast doesn't exist!!" Some people roared, while others cried out in alarm: "What is that? Aah—" The guards of the carriage turned their heads, only to see claws as gnarled as ancient thousand-year-old trees appearing before their eyes. In the instant they drew near—BOOM!—a deafening crash erupted as the last two carriages were sent flying sideways. At the moment they left the ground, Zhu Ziyi shouted:…
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The night wind stirred the banners, causing them to billow and ripple. Soldiers patrolling the city walls clutched their weapons, exhaling warm breath into their hands as they rubbed them together for warmth. "So cold..." "Look at the moon—tomorrow will be another clear day." "Another drought. It’s freezing at night, enough to kill a man. When will this ever end?" "Enough talk. One more round of patrol, and we can rest for a bit." A sudden gust of cold wind swept over the city walls, making the…
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