Orluros
Stories
3
Chapters
750
Words
1.7 M
Comments
1
Reading
5 d, 23 h
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The first Lingbao left Lu Liangsheng fairly satisfied. Though it had been forged with the sole purpose of countering Pudu Cihang, it would prove tremendously useful in other circumstances as well. So long as the opponent possessed hearing, they would not escape its influence. “I wonder if this might be a little too sinister,” Such things could only be known in time. By now, the sky had brightened fully; human voices began to rise from the village below, and from afar, the clear crowing of…
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353.2 K • Ongoing
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The sleeping hall was brightly lit. Within the gauze curtains, the bedding upon the couch rose and fell gently. Chen Jing lay in a quiet sleep, occasionally scratching his face, turning slightly as soft breaths escaped his lips. Hoo... In the instant the curtains stirred, the flickering lamps went out one after another. The sleeping hall plunged into darkness. From the cracks of the window lattice, a vast black shadow seeped in. It slithered along the wall, winding its way toward the head of the…
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353.2 K • Ongoing
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“Sigh, do you all have to flatter your superiors this much?” Banner Leader Gao was quite speechless. Fortunately, “a prime minister’s heart is big enough to sail a boat”, so Banner Leader Gao couldn’t really take issue with them. That clever man said: “Banner Leader Gao, you are wise. That ‘Moonshadow Legend’ is just one aspect. This so-called legend has scared us so much that we don’t dare act at night, but you keep urging us, so we can only do things during the…-
1.0 M • Ongoing
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Although Zhang Xiaohua hadn’t fertilized his own fields with manure for quite some time, he had grown up seeing the farmers’ treasures. Naturally, he wouldn’t wrinkle his nose just because he was close to it. The reason he acted this way was that he noticed something was off about the two carters driving the wagon. The “farmers’ treasures” naturally referred to the manure spread on the fields. This manure cart was probably filled with dung scooped from the latrines of households in Pingyang…
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1.0 M • Ongoing
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Why would Zhang Xiaohua need to go out in person? After returning the food box to the inn, he went back to his room, sat cross-legged, and released his divine sense. Although there was still a faint stabbing pain in his mind, simply using his divine sense to observe caused no real harm. The city of Pingyang was truly lively at night, filled with all manner of sights and sounds. Zhang Xiaohua found himself both amused and exasperated by what he saw. His divine sense followed a few sneaky scoundrels…
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1.0 M • Ongoing
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"Big Brother Ren..." Nie Qianyu hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but stopped. Zhang Xiaohua thought for a moment, then said: "Alright, you go ahead and rest. I'll stand guard at the door." With that, he got up and walked to the doorway. His tall, slender figure blocked the sunlight streaming in, casting a long, slanted shadow across the kang bed. Nie Qianyu blushed, her heart pounding. She curled up on the kang, pulling the quilt over herself—and over that warm shadow as well. A…
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1.0 M • Ongoing
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Although Nie Qianyu was only twelve years old, she was, after all, a blossoming young girl. Ahem, everything that should have developed had already developed, and her whole body carried the unique fragrance of a maiden. The way she moved, like a fledgling swallow returning to its nest, truly put Zhang Xiaohua in a difficult spot. Should he step aside? Wouldn’t that mean letting Miss Nie fall face-first into the dirt? But if he didn’t move, wouldn’t that be taking advantage of a young lady? Even…
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1.0 M • Ongoing
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Qi Wuhuo had no idea what had transpired. He merely stood within the Scripture Pavilion, sword in hand, his eyes half-closed. Unconsciously, he began to recall and ponder the essence of the Sword Dao. The many insights he had gained from his earlier, spontaneous sword swings now surged forth like flowing water. All manner of wondrous realizations, with sword in hand as brush, were inscribed upon a blank bamboo slip within the pavilion. There was not much empty space left on the bamboo slip—barely…-
365.5 K • Ongoing
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The young Daoist's sword momentum shifted slightly, then swiftly retracted. That immortal sword seemed as though it had not been wielded in a long time—having suddenly been given the chance to be brandished, it grew exceedingly excited. The sound of its sword cry roared and surged to the heavens. Even as the sword momentum withdrew, lingering echoes of its ringing remained unceasing. When the young Daoist ceased swinging it, a surge of violent wrath surged forth, as though it would turn upon Qi Wuhuo,…
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365.5 K • Ongoing
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“Sigh…” Guo Sufei let out a deep sigh and said: “No matter how auspicious the occasion, as long as you’re leaving, your mother can’t possibly be happy.” Zhang Xiaohua smiled and said: “Mother, don’t worry. As soon as there’s any news about Second Brother, I’ll have someone bring word back right away. Just get ready to make some braised pork to reward me.” Guo Sufei forced a smile as she wiped her tears. Yes, Xiaohua is her son, and Xiaohu is also her son. Whether palm or back…
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1.0 M • Ongoing
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