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Seeing that golden stone tablet, the crowd present was somewhat restless. At this moment, everyone finally understood that they had actually reached the deepest part of the Demon Sealing Valley, the place where San Jue Venerable had suppressed the demonic creature in the past. This was a place that had never been reached in any of the previous Demon Sealing Conferences. At the thought that what was suppressed here was an extremely powerful demonic creature, everyone felt a…-
1.4 M • Ongoing
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"Never heard of Xuantian Temple? It seems the ungrateful one has a poor memory as well." Chen Yuan gently shook his head, looking at Qingyang the True Person with a faint smile. The Legacy of Qingyang Palace in Linyuan City wasn't particularly long, only about thirty years, and its Ancestral Master was none other than Qingyang the True Person before them. In his youth, Qingyang the True Person was just a minor Daoist…
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1.4 M • Ongoing
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Jiang Junjue fiddled with the mushroom for half a day but still couldn't make heads or tails of it. A few bolder players also put on gloves and poked around, prodding here and there. Still… nothing happened. Qi Si stood nearby for a moment, then picked up his own bowl and chopsticks and walked to the sink on the cafeteria's west side. The faucet above the basin looked ancient, a style from the seventies or eighties of the last century. The iron spout was mottled with rust; the…-
7.0 M • Ongoing
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Li Qingqiu still agreed to Zhang Yu's temporary price increase. He planned to first observe Zhang Yu's skill level; if he didn't teach well, he would simply dismiss him. That evening at dinner, Li Qingqiu announced that all Disciples would begin studying and attending Zhang Yu's classes starting tomorrow. The classes would be held on the newly cleared open ground below the mountain gate, and no one was allowed to skip them. Thus, the next morning, after their…-
4.6 M • Ongoing
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Chapter 76: A New Spirit Refining Cultivation Technique — the Divine Control Art Ten days passed in a hurry. Inside the Thunder Pool Chamber. Dense and dazzling lightning filled the entire Cultivation chamber. Jiang Li’s Cultivation had already shown initial results. The first Meridian among the twelve Meridians had been opened, and the thunder Qi flowed without obstruction. The Meridian had expanded by more than double, capable of holding more magical…-
3.3 M • Ongoing
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"Tell me more about it." 【At this point, I hope readers will remember our domain name, Taiwan Novel Website, to help with book droughts. twkan.com is super reliable.】 Li Qingqiu looked at Jiang Zhaoxia, spoke, and raised his hand to motion for Jiang Zhaoxia to sit. Jiang Zhaoxia sat beside Li Qingqiu and began to recount what he had seen and heard. He noted that the garrison in the Prefectural City was small, everyone was tense, and the…
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4.6 M • Ongoing
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To be tormented by ghosts for all eternity, or to enter the Eerie Game? On one side, a certain death full of terror and pain; on the other, a glimmer of hope in an unknown future. The answer was no longer in suspense. Most of the villagers, though they didn't know what the “Eerie Game” or “Main God” were, still clung to it like a life raft, kneeling and kowtowing, weeping and begging for the deity's mercy. Qi Si was not a true deity, nor did he possess any mercy. He asked…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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In a flash, the white-haired old man's right foot pushed off, his inner Qi erupting, forcibly breaking free from Li Sifeng's wrist. His body stumbled backward, but even so, Li Sifeng's dagger still pierced his chest, causing his blood to spray. The white-haired old man retreated a dozen steps before steadying himself. He looked down at his chest, touched it with his right hand, and sighed in relief that the wound wasn't deep. He then looked at his right hand; his sleeve was torn, and there…
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4.6 M • Ongoing
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Jiang Kuotian, shackled at the ankles and wrists, slowly emerged from the prison cell. His robes were torn, his hair disheveled, his body covered in wounds. His bare feet, bloody and mangled, left crimson footprints on the ground. Before and behind him, many other prisoners, like walking corpses, trudged onto the street. Despite the dark, overcast sky that blotted out the sun, Jiang Kuotian found the light somewhat glaring. He could no longer recall how long he had been imprisoned. Now,…
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4.6 M • Ongoing
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The next day. "Coo-coo-coo~ Cluck-cluck-cluck~ Cluck-cluck-cluck~" When Ding Suian left in the morning, Make Do, the chief steward of the front yard, was imitating chicken calls while summoning his old hen all over the courtyard. Ding Suian pretended not to see him and quickly walked past, but Make Do turned back and said, "Young Master, is our manor being troubled by a Yellow Immortal?" "Ah? What happened? Did a chicken go missing?" Ding Suian had no…-
3.3 M • Ongoing
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