Orluros
Stories
3
Chapters
885
Words
2.0 M
Comments
1
Reading
7 d, 2 h
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The autumn wind swept across the fallen leaves at the inn’s entrance. The waiter leaning against the door yawned, tucked his hands into his sleeves, and turned back inside. “Boss, business has been getting worse these past two days. There’s hardly anyone on the streets.” Behind the counter, the shopkeeper, who had been fiddling with an abacus, lifted his gaze from the account book and brushed his mustache with a finger. “In years of calamity, strange things tend to happen…” With that, he…
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409.5 K • Ongoing
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"Transforming into a dragon?" Not only Lu Liangsheng, but even the Daoist who had drawn his sword to examine it turned his face toward the voice. The word "dragon" carried immense weight. It commanded the clouds and rain, ensuring favorable weather for a region. Embroidered on robes, it symbolized imperial supremacy, the authority to rule, and the power to decide the fate of countless lives. Sun Yingxian was the first to express disbelief. "A centipede turning into a dragon? Old Toad, are you sure…
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409.5 K • Ongoing
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A connection of hearts. In the room on the second floor, the toad opened its eyes and said, “What a bold little demon!” At that moment, Nie Honglian emerged from the scroll on the opposite wall, sensing something amiss as well. “Master Toad, what happened? I feel like something’s wrong with the Young Master…” Smack. The webbed feet hit the floor as the Toad Daoist pattered over to the bookshelf. It pulled out a black-patterned gourd and slung it over its back, its expression grave as it…
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409.5 K • Ongoing
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Pudu Cihang… A gentle breeze stirred, causing the forest and fields bathed in the remnants of the setting sun to sway lightly. Lu Liangsheng silently recited this name, tilting his face slightly as he gazed at the ritual altar under construction. Right in the center of the stone steps—weren’t these very characters inscribed there? “Venerable Master has remarkable boldness.”* “Young Master Lu, on the other hand, possesses extraordinary composure.” With just a word of flattery, the scholar…
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409.5 K • Ongoing
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The marketplace outside the city gate was bustling yet orderly. Having traveled together all the way from the south, it was finally time to part ways. The child tugged at Lu Liangsheng's sleeve, reluctant to let go. “Mr. Lu, will I ever see you again?” Passersby glanced curiously, and those who hadn’t heard the earlier exchange might have mistaken them for father and son parting. “You will. If fate allows, we’ll meet again.” Despite the child’s enigmatic background, Lu Liangsheng had…
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409.5 K • Ongoing
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The two of them, along with the toad, ate and drank their fill before returning to their room on the second floor of the inn. Lu Liangsheng instructed the innkeeper to have someone bring up hot water. Meanwhile, Nie Honglian, hiding from the sunlight, took her robes and placed them behind the screen. This inn wasn't particularly large, with only two attendants working there. One of them busied himself carrying water in and out of the rooms. As Lu Liangsheng removed his outer garment and hung it on a rack,…
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409.5 K • Ongoing
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At the end of September, in the Southern Chen capital, Tianzhi, the scent of autumn grew ever more pronounced. Fallen leaves swirled through the streets, gathering in thick piles. Passersby hurriedly stepped over them, their footsteps scattering the layers as they rushed on. In a city with a population of several hundred thousand, the atmosphere felt desolate. In the distance, faint sounds of bronze gongs, golden suonas, and wooden fish drums played softly. Buddhist chants, seemingly both present and…
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409.5 K • Ongoing
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The sound of Buddhist chants floated faintly yet swiftly, as a thin mist surged from the forest. Two pairs of pointed cloth shoes lifted green skirts, treading silently over the soil. Wide yellow sleeves brushed against shrubs and leaves. Two figures emerged—one spun a prayer wheel, its hum resonating in the air. The other, a woman wearing a long, straight black horned hat and a dark blue patterned kasaya, held a long staff. Its top spiraled upward toward the heavens, while the circular base bore a…
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409.5 K • Ongoing
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"The scholar over there must be a high-level expert..." "So, the one who wants to kill Jing’er... is the Venerable Master?" "Shh, don’t say it out loud." Listening to the whispered conversation between the coachman and the burly man, the woman holding the child couldn't help but glance to the other side. A scholar, playing chess with a Daoist, caught her eye. She gently stroked her son’s head and held him closer to her chest. “Mother… when can I see Father...” The child, leaning sleepily…
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409.5 K • Ongoing
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A thin mist lingered over the desolate wilderness. In the distant night, the cries of men and the neighing of horses pierced through the darkness. Clang— Clang, clang— The carriage shafts rattled violently as they rolled over the rugged ground, spinning uncontrollably. A galloping horse, its rider brandishing a blade, charged toward the wagon and shouted at his companion handling the reins. "Stop!" "The horse is spooked—" The driver, a burly man gripping the reins tightly, turned his head, his…
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