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Tangshe Town lay north of Maple Forest City. It was one of the seven towns under Wei Quji’s governance, and also the smallest and most remote among them. It backed onto the Qichang Mountains, which stretched for dozens of li, and the townspeople lived off the mountains, most of them hunters. Walking through Tangshe Town, one saw old houses and few pedestrians. Even those who occasionally passed by all hurried along, their brows heavy with gloom. Not to mention compared to Maple Forest City, even…-
98.4 K • Ongoing
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Riverbend Town is an ordinary town on the southeastern border of the Sevia Kingdom. Located deep inland, far from the ocean, the few rivers nearby are blocked by mountain ranges, making it difficult to develop any meaningful shipping trade. Add to that the lack of local specialties and the complex, difficult-to-navigate terrain, and it is safe to say that no serious merchant caravan would ever list this place as a way-point. Under normal circumstances, this small human settlement would be just as…-
80.3 K • Ongoing
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Within Zhao Rucheng’s luxurious estate, which covered nearly ten acres, two figures flickered in and out amidst flashes of sword light. Clang!! Zhao Rucheng’s hand trembled, and his sword flew from his grasp. Meanwhile, Jiang Wang’s blade had already stopped beside Zhao Rucheng’s throat, its owner looking at him with an amused smile. “So powerful!” Zhao Rucheng exclaimed in admiration. “What sword art is this?” There was indeed some gap between their swordsmanship, but it had…
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98.4 K • Ongoing
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In just an instant, Father Ye had already imagined what life would be like living with the third son—working himself to death for the rest of his life. He might as well live alone instead. “Dad, I’m being sincere!” “If I believe you, I’ll end up working until I’m eighty!” “Even if you don’t believe me, you’ll still work until eighty! Grandma is already eighty and she’s still growing vegetables!” Father Ye snorted unhappily. “If I live with you, my lifespan will…-
73.9 K • Ongoing
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"Hoo..." The morning was frigid; the water mist in the air drifted out like white smoke with every breath. With the mace, the two-handed axe, and two daggers tucked into his belt, Xia Nan carried the heavy pack on his back, feeling a vague sense of exhaustion. But the moment he thought of the price they might fetch back in town, his spirits lifted again. This trip had been far more profitable than farming back home. The morning sun pierced through the gaps in the tree canopy, casting patches of…
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80.3 K • Ongoing
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Hearing the commotion, Qiu Yuan frowned and barked, “Quiet!” His authority was deeply ingrained, and everyone instantly shut their mouths. Qiu Yuan then announced the second candidate: “Wan Tengjiao!” Everyone looked stunned. In previous meditation classes, Fang Han had always been the best-performing student. His observation time consistently ranked first, so nobody expected him to be excluded. Even Fang Han himself wore an expression of utter disbelief. The looks others…-
43.3 K • Ongoing
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Lunch was still sweet potato porridge! There were many mouths in the family. How could they afford to eat plain rice every day? Even when cooking porridge, they had to add a big handful of shredded sweet potatoes. As for why it wasn’t sweet potato rice, it was because sweet potatoes were easier to store when shredded. Once dried into strips, they could last for half a year. When cooked with rice, they allowed them to use less grain, and the taste was pretty good too, with a hint of sweetness. Of…
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73.9 K • Ongoing
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At last, the sun sank beneath the western horizon, and the entire earth entered the night with a sigh. Within the Heaven-Connecting Palace, that tiny earthworm finally completed its long journey and spat out another round, full dao essence. The moments when the morning sun first rose and when the evening sun was about to set were the best times for cultivation during the day. The sunlight was warm but not scorching, gentle but not harmful. Especially for low-level cultivators, it could protect the…
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98.4 K • Ongoing
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After waking up from sleep, Cheng Han habitually checked his status. The result delighted him greatly. His Spirit Value had become—7.4/13.8. The upper limit of his Spirit Value had actually increased dramatically by 0.4 points. After pondering for a while, Cheng Han thought to himself, “Could it be that my confrontation with the Evil God believer and the clash between supernatural powers stimulated the growth of my spirit?” This was the most likely answer. Feeling somewhat…
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43.3 K • Ongoing
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Every region’s night has a different base color. In the Elven Royal City of Ivelius, the night is an elegant poem played by harps and leaf-flutes; in the "Steel Rampart" city of Moltengard, the night is generally filled with iron, blood, and the smoke of war. The deep night of the Mist Forest is very quiet. Insect chirps and beast calls exist, of course, but they are different from other desolate wildernesses. The volume is very low, blurry, and hazy; even when close to one’s ear, it feels…
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80.3 K • Ongoing
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