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By the gently flowing stream, the boy tightly gripped the small wooden sword in his hand and stared fixedly at the white-haired man who descended on a flying sword. “Your aptitude is very good. Do you want to come with me?” the white-haired man asked. Though he was young, how could he fail to see the splendor of soaring through the blue heavens? He was just about to agree when a stubborn voice suddenly rang out beside him. “Take me with you!” The speaker was his playmate, the very…-
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“The Dao is empty, yet when used, it is never filled. How deep! It seems to be the ancestor of all things. Blunt its sharpness, untangle its confusion, soften its light, become one with its dust. How clear and still! It seems as though it exists. I do not know whose child it is; it appears to come before the Heavenly Emperor.” The old Daoist lecturing on the scripture spoke in an extremely soft voice, yet it entered clearly into the ears of every listener in the scripture hall. When he finished the…
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After calming himself down, Cheng Han thought of another problem— How should he notify the authorities? Go directly to the Patrol Bureau? He immediately rejected the idea. “Absolutely not! Who knows whether there are Evil God believers acting as moles inside the authorities? “The Omniscient Eye is only Level 3 right now. Its ability is already limited, and without any correlation, it can’t deduce the internal situation of the authorities. “If my identity gets leaked by a mole,…-
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Three hours later. The several drawings hand-drawn by Cheng Han were delivered elsewhere and spread flat across the surface of a wide peachwood table. A man dressed in a black robe stood with his hands behind his back, staring unblinkingly at the drawings. Outpost Chief Liu stood beside him and respectfully reported, “Honored Mystic Master, the second drawing sent by the mysterious person depicts a short and fat young man. His lower body is shrouded in shadow, while his upper body is…
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Eastern City, outside the Luo Residence. Yang Shifei took a deep breath, feeling somewhat nervous. He set down the luggage on his shoulder, straightened his still fairly clean robe, then touched his face. Good. Not ugly, and clean too. He then pulled out a stack of red papers from his bag and repeatedly confirmed that the recorded address was correct. Between the layers of red paper, the words “marriage contract” could vaguely be seen. Yang Shifei looked up at the plaque hanging…-
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Monster? Ghost? Hallucination? Yang Shifei’s face was filled with stunned disbelief. Aside from its wuxia elements, did this world truly have some supernatural powers as well, and he had just happened to run into them? He abruptly looked back, only to discover that the Luo Residence maid who had led him here had already vanished without a trace. “...” The dim courtyard was silent. Only strands of night wind drifted past. Cold sweat instantly seeped across Yang Shifei’s back, and…
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Three o’clock in the morning. Cheng Han woke up. Ever since deducing the Cheng Breathing Method, he no longer slept like ordinary people. His daily sleep time had even shortened to just three hours. That meant: After returning home from school, he first entered his first session of deep sleep. Then at five in the morning, he entered a second session of deep sleep. These two sessions alone were enough to completely restore his Spirit Value. Out of every twenty-four hours in a day,…
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Eight o’clock sharp. Ding-ling~ The class bell rang. The first lesson of the morning was called “History of the Divine Banyan,” a subject dedicated to the history of humanity’s home—the Myriad Vast Divine Banyan—and the history of this colossal divine tree. To a certain extent, it was also the history of humanity itself. The teacher was a beautiful married woman named Ye Qin, around thirty years old, the age when a woman possessed the greatest mature charm. Naturally, this was…
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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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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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