Orluros
Stories
3
Chapters
750
Words
1.7 M
Comments
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Reading
5 d, 23 h
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Guo Village and Baligou were both rural backwaters. Ever since Li Yinfeng married into Baligou, she hadn’t seen such lively festivities on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month for many years. Now, hearing the sound of drums and gongs from the main street, she was already restless, looking even more eager to go out than Zhang Xiaohua. By contrast, eighteen-year-old Zhang Xiaohua sat composedly, a gentle smile on his face, behaving with perfect decorum. Of course, his divine sense had long…-
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Zhang Cai clapped his hands and, imitating Li Jinfeng, laughed: “Xiaohua, you really are mischievous. You want us to carry something this heavy? Who could possibly lift it?” From Zhang Cai’s demeanor, if it weren’t for Mr. Liu and Old Shopkeeper Li knowing him so well, they might have thought he was trying to trick them too. Guo Sufei asked, half-believing: “Xiaohua, just how heavy is this little thing? Why can’t anyone here budge it even an inch?” Zhang Xiaohua stepped forward,…
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“Bairen?” Not only was Guo Sufei astonished, but everyone present furrowed their brows in confusion. Indeed, if Guo Sufei had chosen a name like “Gousheng” or “Erlengzi”—common rustic names—no one would have found it strange. That’s how country folk name their children, after all. But “Bairen”? It had nothing to do with a childhood nickname; even names like “Yaoyao” or “Huanhuan” would have made more sense. Seeing their reactions, Zhang Xiaohua smiled and said: “Mr.…
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This devastating news seemed to have finally crushed the Zhang family, who had been drowning in the sorrow of Zhang Xiaohua’s disappearance. Once again, Guo Sufei took to her bed. Fortunately, at this time, Liu Qian’s belly had already started to show a slight bulge—the third generation of the Zhang family was undoubtedly the spiritual pillar of the household. Meanwhile, Li Yinfeng found herself in an exceptionally awkward situation. She wasn’t officially Zhang Xiaohu’s wife; in fact, even…
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After the meal, Guo Sufei did not rush over to Liu Qian’s place. Her son had only just returned home that morning, and she hadn’t had a chance to properly look at him yet. Naturally, she wanted to seize this opportunity to take a good look and ask him all she could. The others, too, sat leisurely in their chairs, sipping tea and quietly awaiting the beginning of a good tale. Indeed, news rarely reached Guo Village, and even Lu Town was not much better off. Zhang Xiaohua had disappeared for four…
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The blazing sun hung high overhead. Shafts of light pierced through the dense canopy of leaves, and amid the grating hum of cicadas, a woodcutter carrying a bundle of firewood on his back saw two men leading a donkey up the mountain path. He squinted for a while, then broke into a grin. “Ah, it’s Mister Lu—and the Daoist as well! What brings you two up the mountain today?” The area between Lu Family Village and North Village was mostly frequented by local villagers collecting firewood, and…
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Chirping sounds filled the air— A flock of birds glided across the mountain forest, one alighting upon the branch of an ancient pine. It tilted its bright eyes toward the scholar by the grave below, then fluttered down, landing atop the tombstone and hopping along it. On a sheet of pristine white paper, lines of ink took shape, outlining one figure after another—arrayed in formation, long spears standing like a forest. The brush tip danced, tracing armor plates and iron helms, sketching the proud…
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Morning light pushed aside the dark outlines of night, spilling across the rolling mountain ridges, and bathed Lu Family Village at the foot of the hill in a sheet of gold. Cock-a-doodle-doo— The rooster lifted its bright red comb and crowed loudly, breaking the stillness of dawn. Inside a small fenced courtyard, the Toad Daoist stood by the window lattice, lazily stretching before beginning to sway his round, bulging waist. In the yard, a speckled old hen darted out of the coop, scratching and…
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![Chapter 132: [Name Redacted]’s Personally Transmitted Great Divine Ability Cover](https://gravitytales.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/11/I-am-the-Immortal-e1732456817156.jpeg)
The characters upon this scroll, each one imbued with a flowing spiritual resonance, truly seemed as though a black-robed Daoist were standing before him, speaking aloud. Just a few short sentences struck like thunder, shattering and illuminating the darkness and confusion in the young Daoist's mind. Yes—that’s it. To protect or to kill is merely . It is like ascending a mountain—indeed, you did climb this particular path. But once you’ve reached the summit— You can then see the…-
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The young Daoist could not help but sigh. It sounded helpless—yet, as though he’d been affected by her free-spirited cheer, his own mood lightened somewhat. He sat there calmly, the sleeves of his robe patterned with drifting clouds and flowing water hanging down, naturally covering the wound on his right hand. With dark hair bound by a wooden hairpin, his countenance was clear and youthful—he was still that young Daoist who should have remained distant from the mortal world. That sharp,…
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