Orluros
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You didn’t come. So I had no choice but to seek you out. The words fell into the Daoist's ears like thunder out of a clear sky, causing his face to gradually lose all its color and his body to tremble slightly. He realized the tone of equality hidden in those words. Not to mention him, a descendant relying on the lingering influence of his elders—even the patriarch from 300 years ago had never managed to establish such a good relationship with the Mountain God! Damn it... Why is someone like him…-
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Li Yixian watched in horror as the Daoist approached Qi Wuhuo. He wanted to shout, to tell Qi Wuhuo that he didn’t have to go through with this, but he found himself utterly powerless. His mouth wouldn’t move, his body had gone limp, and even the strength to lift a finger escaped him. As he struggled, the Daoist had already reached Qi Wuhuo. With a wave of his hand, a black wind surged forth, filled with the chilling wails of trapped souls. The black wind transformed into chains, binding Qi Wuhuo’s…
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The sound of the qin was clear and resonant. In the Li family household, the tutor who had previously worn a pained expression while listening to the children play the qin now softened his face. As soon as the blue-robed youth's hands touched the strings, a majestic melody spread through the air, immediately setting itself apart from the mundane. The expressions of everyone in the room shifted. The young people fell silent, while the elders halted their conversations—some listened with solemnity, others…
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After only a few knocks, the large black-lacquered door swung open. Today, they were expecting guests, so the door was left ajar, ready to be opened. A middle-aged man, over six feet tall with broad shoulders, pulled the door wide. Wiping the light sweat from his brow from rushing over, he clasped his hands in greeting and said: "Apologies, apologies. I was just helping move a large jar of pickled vegetables and wasn't here to open the door, making the young sir wait outside." As he opened the door,…
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The old man scrutinized Qi Wuhuo from head to toe. Finally, he smiled and nodded, saying: "Good." "I have encountered many cultivators in my time. Your aptitude is not particularly outstanding, but your comprehension is quite good." "However, the method for refining Primordial Essence is not something that can be mastered quickly with mere slow and steady effort." "Tell me, what did you encounter?" Qi Wuhuo then recounted the events from earlier, how he encountered the tiger mountain god when he went…
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Under the watchful gaze of the tiger, a faint spiritual light began to shimmer around Qi Wuhuo. With his eyes half-closed, the young man guided his Primordial Spirit, following the orthodox method he just learned, to harness his vital energy and circulate it throughout his entire body. With the aid of the spiritual liquid, even the slightly spiritual mountain-dwelling foxes, possessing only a trace of intelligence, were able to enter a state of deep meditation, instinctively stepping into a realm of…
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The path of cultivation—if one chooses the crooked, unorthodox way, Qi Wuhuo could already have stepped onto the Dao, practicing divine powers. But to walk the grand and majestic righteous path, one must possess Complete Essence, Complete Qi, and Complete Spirit. His Primordial Spirit was already accomplished, his Primordial Qi nurtured, but as for his Primordial Essence, there was no method yet. This magnificent tiger, its demeanor serious, asked solemnly, 'Would you like to listen to my Dao?' Its…
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“Huangjing?” Qi Wuhuo instinctively tugged at the basket on his back and asked: “These huangjing, you planted them?” The spotted deer shifted its hooves and replied indignantly: “Of course!” “You humans already dug up all the huangjing we had grown on this mountain before! We worked so hard to replant them, and just when they finally started growing again, you’re back again to take them!” Qi Wuhuo thought for a moment and said: “How can you prove these herbs were planted by…
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The sound of rain pattered softly. Qi Wuhuo sensed the dissolution of his Heart-Connecting Divine Power, knowing that the old monk had now also passed away and entered the cycle of reincarnation. Like an ordinary Daoist, he could simply perform an incantation, chant "Boundless Heavenly Venerable", and immediately return by following the connection between his Primordial Spirit and physical body. Yet at this moment, he did not do so. Instead, he leisurely wandered through the mortal world. Suddenly, he…
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The young Daoist performed the one and only divine ability personally imparted to him by his teacher. His voice was clear and bright, subtly resonating with the world around him. Meanwhile, the Medicine Master Glazed Light Tathāgata relinquished all resistance, suppressing his own Buddha nature, allowing this incantation to fall upon him. He merely lowered his gaze. The path had already gone astray. The farther one walked, the deeper the mistake became. Would it not be better to turn back? It’s…
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