Orluros
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The young Daoist stepped aside and carefully took the bird egg from the soft cushion, bringing it closer to the . The Old Yellow Ox scrutinized it closely for a while, then had Qi Wuhuo pick up the egg and turn it over. After repeating the process several times, he asked Qi Wuhuo about his experiences. Suddenly, he let out a sigh of relief in his heart: ‘Hah, I see now! So that's how it is. That monk had no eye for such things and misidentified it!’ That nearly scared this old ox to death—he thought…-
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In the following days, Qi Wuhuo found himself enjoying a rare moment of leisure. Each day, he would recite Daoist scriptures to the peacock egg or practice swordplay, guiding his Qi in smooth circulation. He would also tend to Lian Shulan’s health within the village, then venture into the mountains to gather medicinal herbs, spending time playing with that little medicine spirit. Upon returning, he would take out the alchemy furnace left by Tantai Xuan and begin refining pills, accumulating the most…
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It was nightfall. Qi Wuhuo casually found a place to shelter from the wind and rain—a simple thatched hut by the roadside in the mountains. It was likely built by the nearby villagers, used for storing firewood and dried grass when there was too much to carry down the mountain in one trip or when their courtyards below were already full. A simple roof covered the hut, offering some protection from the elements, and inside lay dry, soft straw. The young Daoist untied the sword case from his back, then…
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Once a thought arose in his mind, it became impossible to rein it in. The middle-aged Daoist, clad in black robes, sat atop a Taiji diagram, resting his chin on one hand. “But if I do this, will that fellow in Fuli Heaven lecture me again?” “Ah, that guy is too rigid.” “He always insists on setting an example for the Dao in all things. I really dislike meeting him.” As he dazed off, his fingers absentmindedly traced circles in the void. The shattered fragments of Glazed Buddha Light, which…
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The young Daoist’s words fell, and the so-called Great Strength Ox King Bodhisattva’s posture froze in an instant, before slowly lowering its head. Its large, gentle eyes flickered with a trace of light. “The second volume…?” The young Daoist took out a carefully written scroll and answered: “Mm. After cultivation, it can make the skin smooth and radiant, the eyes clear and refreshed, and forever free of eye sores.” The breathing of the ‘Great Strength Ox King Bodhisattva’ suddenly…
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Eastern Pure Glazed World— The flowing sword light seemed to exist only in dreams, like moonlight—illusory, yet as if it had always been there since time immemorial. Moonlight Universal Illumination Bodhisattva, though among the highest ranks of Bodhisattvas, could neither perceive the beginning nor the end of this sword. He could only vaguely sense a kind of enlightenment. It was not that he arrived here and drew his sword. Rather, it was that he arrived here, and in that instant, between heaven…
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Now then, Old Yellow Ox gathered numerous prepared spiritual materials, stepped upon auspicious clouds, and went straight to the Thunder Palace to seek out the Three-Five Fire Spirit Great General. He borrowed the general’s Tribulation Hound and intended to use the power of thunder and fire—both of the utmost yang and unyielding nature—to refine the remnants of those former great demons, turning them into the purest and most harmless spiritual essence. Speaking of which, Old Yellow Ox himself had…
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"What do you mean by 'a little interesting'?" "Are you saying that the way I eat is very interesting?!" "I think so too!" Yun Qin didn’t quite catch what the black-robed Daoist before her had said. She was only immensely pleased with her own , eagerly recommending it. The refined and handsome middle-aged Daoist couldn’t withstand the young girl's boundless enthusiasm for her favored way of eating, so he could only sigh helplessly yet gently and say: "Alright, alright, don't rush, don't rush. I'll…
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The Land God lay on his bed, sensing the life force within him rapidly ebbing away. The incense offerings were too impure... He reflected, a wave of regret washing over him. If only he had known, he would never have accepted such things. Surrounded by friends who had come to see him off, he noticed that their expressions didn’t seem all that pleasant. Heh... of course. As fellow Land Gods, witnessing his fall likely stirred feelings of sorrow within them. They were not only grieving his death and the…
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Qi Wuhuo's body was now coursing with Primordial Qi, far more abundant and majestic than he had ever perceived before. With the rapid surge of this Qi, a profound and boundless sensation began to rise in his heart. It was as though an awareness, long erased by the passage of time, was resurfacing. At this moment, Qi Wuhuo became certain: he had indeed been meditating for an entire year. And it had all happened upon that river. As the memory surfaced, he recalled his teacher smiling at him back then,…
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