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When Li Qiuchen woke up, he found himself lying by the river, soaked through, his bundle scattered, and his gold and silver valuables strewn across the ground. The few Medicinal Pills he had stolen from Great-Uncle's house had all dissolved into a medicinal soup, and even that Cultivation Technique book was completely drenched. "Pathetic" was the only way to describe his current state. But Li Qiuchen didn't complain; he sat down on a rock by the river and…-
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Meanwhile, Li Qiuchen had also arrived at the altar outside the village. A Sanskrit chant, as if descending from the heavens, echoed in his mind; the mournful, entreating hymn nearly warped his thoughts, twisting him into a devout Medicine Masters Believer. "No matter what happens in a moment, just run with me—don't look back!" After warning Hong Yang, Li Qiuchen raised his hand toward Guan Damu, spread his fingers, then clenched them into a fist. "Ten…
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"Originally, there wasn't just the Li Family in the village. Look at these; they are all Cultivation Techniques from various families." Li Qiuchen pointed at the books on the shelf and said to Hong Yang, "Your Family's must be among them, but I don't know which one it is." "So many?" Hong Yang looked at the bookshelf in surprise. Shouldn't Cultivation Techniques be very scarce? Many people in the village were practicing, but they couldn't even explain what…
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It's started! Hong Yang was beside himself with excitement. In all his years, this was the first time he'd ever seen immortals fight. From the ancestral hall, they couldn't see the inn's entrance, but the clamor kept growing. Blades of sword-light streaked across the sky, and villagers dropped one after another. At Great-Uncle's shout, the peasants raised hoes and sickles and surrounded Bai Yuheng. But ordinary folk were helpless before a Cultivator's Flying…
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In the middle of the night, Li Qiuchen suddenly opened his eyes and sat up. Hearing the noisy sound of footsteps in the distance, he felt his way to the temple door and glanced out. He saw a dragon of fire approaching from the mountains and quickly turned back to wake Hong Yang. "The villagers have caught up!" "Don't they ever sleep?" Hong Yang was filled with disbelief. Traveling in the dark was already a major taboo, and walking mountain paths in the dark was…
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Legend has it that during the time of ancient Chaos, Yin and Yang were inverted, the Five Elements were in disarray, and the rise and fall of the Mortal world occurred in an instant. A Saint descended to the world, named the Pharmacist, who made Twelve Great Vows to deliver all living beings in the world. The Pharmacist possessed a Thousand-Handed, Hundred-Eyed Dharma Form, illuminating the boundless world with his…
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A lot happened in Songlin Village ten years ago. Hong Yang's parents sacrificed themselves, the Li family's eldest girl defected, and Guan Damu's noodle shop opened. Some things Hong Yang only just found out. Some things Li Qiuchen had known for a long time—more than Hong Yang did. Villagers had no sense of secrecy; idle gossip about every trifling matter leaked countless details, all of which Li Qiuchen heard while pretending to know…
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The "collection of wisdom eyes texts" totals one hundred and twenty-eight pages, recording the specific identification and processing methods for fifty-six types of common medicinal herbs and spiritual plants, along with twelve corresponding medicinal recipes. In short, it can be summarized as—the production of eye drops and standard eye exercise movements. It is said that the Yin and Yang Eyes of the Li family are an innate talent carried in their Bloodline; as long as one has the…
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The most important thing in Cultivation is the Spiritual Root! The white-haired Great-Uncle squatted on the ridge between the fields and lectured the three heads sticking out of the soil. Without a Spiritual Root, you can't obtain immortal arts; without immortal arts, you can't live forever in freedom. Old Ancestor here is one hundred and eighty this year. All the other old coffin-fillers my age have long since turned into handfuls of black earth, their graves now topped…
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Under the heavy night, on a mound surrounded by gray fog, a campfire burned quietly, illuminating the faces of three men and one dog. "Let me go through this from the beginning." Sirian raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, then he stared into the firelight, feeling the waves of warmth hitting his cheeks. "First, there was that dawnfang, for some reason, being pursued by the Beast of a Thousand Changes. And you and I were very unlucky to appear on its path, getting caught…-
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