Orluros
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2.0 M
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He Tianshu ultimately couldn’t resist Zhang Xiaohua’s request and brought him along with a group of his disciples to the Medicine Hall. As soon as they entered Piaomiao Manor, everyone felt a distinct change in the atmosphere. It was hard to pinpoint exactly what it was, but it was clear that things were different from before. For starters, the guards stationed under the archway seemed far more diligent. They questioned Zhang Xiaohua thoroughly. If it weren’t for one of the guards, who had been…-
1.2 M • Ongoing
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Hearing the sound of thunder, Zhang Xiaohua suddenly recalled his cultivation experience in the herb field’s shelter during the previous stormy night. He thought of the deafening thunder that seemed to strike directly at his heart, the lush green herbs that filled the field by morning, and even the faint trace of True Qi that had formed in his meridians. Remembering all this, Zhang Xiaohua immediately stopped tidying up, pushed open the door, and ran out without a second thought, entirely ignoring the…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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As the thunder finally faded into the distance, the rattled He Tianshu slowly drifted into sleep. Yet, within the small courtyard, many had not slept that night. In fact, across the entire Huanxi Villa, countless people lay awake, restless. Even in Piaomiao Manor, there were those who did not sleep. Each of them seemed to wonder silently: "Which unlucky soul must have done something terrible to provoke a whole night of heavenly thunder? Even immortals would be reduced to ashes by such a storm!" Though…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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Zhang Xiaohua would never shirk responsibility. However, when it came to shoulder the blame, Zhang Xiaohua found himself hesitating. First, based on the information he had subtly gathered, his method of practicing inner cultivation was fundamentally different from that of He Tianshu and the others. How could he explain to them that his cultivation was the cause of the herbs' withering? Even if he was willing to take responsibility, would they truly believe it was his fault and not some excuse he…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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Zhang Xiaohua, upon hearing his words, darted away like a frightened stray dog, running out of the Assembly Hall in a flash. Just as he exited, he nearly collided with Zhang Chengyue, who was holding a piece of paper in his hand. Zhang Chengyue sidestepped to avoid the collision, glanced at Zhang Xiaohua's hasty retreat, and shook his head with a smile before entering the hall. Handing the paper to Ou Peng, Zhang Chengyue said: "Master, this disciple was careless and made a mistake. I ask for your…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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Zhang Xiaohua cautiously approached and softly asked: “Captain He, what… what happened here?” He Tianshu didn’t turn around but sighed and said: “See for yourself. I have no idea what’s going on either.” Zhang Xiaohua hesitated to step forward and instead admitted in a low voice: “Captain He, it’s my fault. I got too caught up in participating in the Martial Arts Competition and didn’t properly take care of the medicinal fields.” He Tianshu glanced back at Zhang Xiaohua and shook…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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With Zhang Xiaohu's matter concluded, Ou Peng instructed Wen Wenhai and Zhang Xiaohu to leave the hall. Now, only Zhang Xiaohua, Ou Peng, Elder Hu, and Zhang Chengyue remained in the Assembly Hall. Zhang Xiaohua stood at the front, nervously staring at the ground while his eyes darted back and forth. He could feel the intense gazes of Ou Peng and Elder Hu fixed on him. He couldn’t fathom why Sect Master Ou had kept him behind. If it were simply to reward him, Zhang Xiaohu’s presence shouldn’t have…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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Zhang Xiaohua noticed Ou Peng's astonishment and quickly added: "Ah, I haven’t yet thanked Sect Master in person for your generosity. If not for your reward, I imagine I would’ve been kicked off the stage by Yuan Kong as soon as I stepped on it. Sect Master is truly wise; you foresaw today’s competition and granted me the Piaomiao Step in advance." Ou Peng, unable to hold back a laugh, scolded him: "Your flattery is far too obvious. Don’t do that again; it’s nauseating." Feigning shock, Zhang…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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Faced with the overwhelming enthusiasm of the Piaomiao Sect disciples, Zhang Xiaohua could only retreat in disarray, fleeing the scene like a defeated soldier. By the time he squeezed through the crowd and returned to Zhang Xiaohu’s residence, Zhang Xiaohua was out of breath. He muttered with lingering fear: “That was practically a battle. It was even more exhausting than the duel on the platform. I’d rather face those bald monks again.” Nearby, He Tianshu, watching the spectacle with amusement,…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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Zhang Xiaohua keenly noticed the worry in Zhang Xiaohu’s eyes and grinned. He turned to He Tianshu and said: “If such a simple trick went unnoticed by that burly monk, it must be because all that chanting sutras has messed up his brain.” He laughed as he finished, and He Tianshu joined in, saying: “Perhaps, maybe, who knows? Hahaha!” Zhang Xiaohu chuckled softly as well, though the nature of his laughter was different from He Tianshu’s. The three chatted idly for a while longer as the sky…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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