Orluros
Stories
3
Chapters
885
Words
2.0 M
Comments
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Reading
7 d, 2 h
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"Honored guests, please head upstairs." The shop assistant hurried over, quickly wiping down the table next to the scholar before inviting Sun Yingxian and the four people behind him to take their seats upstairs. "There isn’t much to eat in the shop right now. I hope you esteemed guests won’t mind making do." Beside the Daoist, a middle-aged man—seemingly the leader of the four—waved his hand slightly, signaling the waiter to leave. Then, he turned his gaze toward the scholar opposite him and…
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“Daoist friends Lu and Sun, quickly surround that monk!” The evening glow stained the sky with a crimson hue. Amidst drifting specks of light and dust, the two cultivators who had been keeping watch on the plump monk moved swiftly. Their feet barely touched the ground before shifting to the next step, unconsciously following the principles of Qinggong. If they couldn’t handle this monk before them, a mere tap of their feet would allow them to retreat with ease and seek reinforcements. Knowing that…
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"If you dare take his money, you're done for." As soon as those words fell, the burly man heard a cry of pain from behind him, followed by the sound of heavy bodies collapsing to the ground. Gripping his saber hilt in reverse, he cast a glance toward the doorway out of the corner of his eye. The men who had taken the silver were now sprawled on the floor, unable to rise no matter how they struggled, thrashing their limbs and flailing their blades in vain. "Boss, there’s some sorcery… That scholar…
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"Master, why do you think that fat monk kidnapped those children?" "…Probably to eat them." "Hm?" "Haha… Just a joke." "Then… Master, you said he might be that old bald donkey’s disciple. Who is that old bald donkey?" The night wind swept across the mountain slopes. On the mountain path, a lantern swayed before the head of a donkey. Clip-clop, clip-clop… The donkey took small, measured steps, moving forward leisurely under the dim glow of firelight. Within a small compartment on the cart,…
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Traveling all the way northwest, the leisurely mood of sightseeing gradually grew heavy. The biting winter wind swept up the dust on the ground. In the vision of Lu Liangsheng and the Daoist, a dense crowd of people pressed forward, their faces sallow and their clothes in tatters. One after another, they staggered past them. “...When I left, there weren’t this many people pouring in.” Sun Yingxian, always grinning and carefree, now wore a grave expression. Wherever his gaze landed, all he saw were…
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In the early morning, a solitary tree, stripped bare of its bark, stood in the morning breeze. The Toad Daoist, wrapped in a small cotton jacket, shivered and shook his legs beneath his robe. Higher up on the tree, a man's body lay stretched out—Lu Liangsheng awakened from his deep sleep, feeling a trace of his once-empty spiritual power returning to his body. Bathed in the morning light, the surroundings remained barren. One mountain after another stood desolate and bare, resembling massive grave…
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"Just let it be?" The Daoist paced along the riverbank, cloth bag in hand, his gaze following the small boat drifting further away. At the stern, the boatman held a long pole, waving at them as if bidding farewell. For a moment, he couldn't make sense of it. By reason, a ghost appearing before sunset had to be a formidable ghost with profound cultivation. Yet, he sensed that the presence was so weak that there was no need to even use Daoist arts against it. "Sigh... This Daoist knows exactly what you…
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The sun had passed its zenith. The flowing brook washed clean the pots and bowls, which were then hung back on the rack behind the old donkey. Droplets of water dripped onto the ground in rhythm with the donkey’s hooves. After finishing the pot of "Dragon and Phoenix Tonic Soup" prepared by Sun Yingxian, the group resumed their journey along a small path branching off from the official road west of the capital. The road stretched onward, flanked by vast woodlands, yet it was not entirely remote. Beyond…
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Crackling sounds echoed as a few sticks of firewood were snapped and tossed into the stove. Old Man Wang got up to stir the water that was gradually heating in the pot. After covering it with a wooden lid, he hesitated for a moment before continuing: “…That boatman wasn’t from our village. It must have been about thirty years ago—his home was struck by a flood, and he drifted here. He became a live-in son-in-law, and after ten years, his wife passed away. He had no children, just two thatched huts…
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The phoenix tree leaves rustled as they swayed. Lu Liangsheng let the withered leaf in his hand fall and clasped his hands in salute toward the elder before him, bowing deeply. "Liangsheng greets his Mentor." "What’s with all the formality? Hurry and sit down." Wang Shuhua rose, supporting Lu Liangsheng as he looked him over from head to toe. His beard and hair moved slightly as he nodded with a smile, repeating several times: "Good, good, good…" Lu Liangsheng felt a little embarrassed. He placed…
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