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Chapter 45: Carefree Wind-Riding Art: I, Immortal Venerable of Poetry, King of Thieves Tianjian Peak. Jiang Li returned to his Immortal Cave and immediately opened his panel. Name: Jiang Li. Identity: Tianxuan Holy Land Tianjian Peak Disciple / Ten Thousand Desires Demon Lord's 350th Possession Body. Realm: Qi Refinement Stage Level 10. Main Cultivation Technique: Profound Yellow Heart Refining Art,…-
3.3 M • Ongoing
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When they saw Jiang Zhaoxia kneel, the faces of the hundreds of watching Disciples changed dramatically. The moment a bolt of Heavenly lightning struck and Jiang Zhaoxia still could not stand, fear took root in their hearts. Was Jiang Zhaoxia about to die beneath the Heavenly Tribulation? The next instant, a figure appeared out of thin air in front of Jiang Zhaoxia, lifting a sleeve and scattering the lightning falling from the sky. Sect…-
4.6 M • Ongoing
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Liu Jing's promise carried real weight; Li Qingqiu did need the next sovereign to give such an assurance. Li Qingqiu was no absolute saint. He could weigh the good of all, yet the Sect's interests came first; only after Qingxiao Sect's welfare was secured would he extend his charity to the world. What moved him most, of course, was the 【Saintly and Virtuous】 destiny—proof that Liu Jing could indeed become a benevolent ruler. “Why should I believe you? Why…
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4.6 M • Ongoing
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Chapter 197: Jiang Li: Why don't you just play around until you die? At this moment. Above the sky. The Dragon's corpse, broken into two halves, fell from the clouds. The part below the waist was completely severed. The Old Jiao Demon's roar, for the first time, carried an unbelievable panic. He was slain by a Golden Core junior? What a joke. Even the Royal Bloodline Prodigies of the Demon Clan Royal Court couldn't do such a thing at the Golden…
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3.3 M • Ongoing
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Warm yellow spotlights shone down from the ceiling, casting overlapping circles of light on the bar counter, while the amber liquid in the glass swirled, refracting tiny flecks of light. “One day, oh... one day...” A lazy blues tune drifted from the old record player. Sirian found the song somewhat familiar; it sounded like the melody Bruce had been humming when Sirian left home. “Paul and I have been in love for many years, and our relationship has always been…-
2.4 M • Ongoing
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The heavy oak door blocked out the outside clamor, but it couldn't stop the pervasive smell of gunpowder and the iron-like tension in the air. Dekar sat in his office like a silent statue, as always, but this time, the large desk in front of him had been cleared, replaced by a map that almost covered the entire surface. The map meticulously depicted the full view of Heer City, dotted with different colored thumbtacks and dense threads, marking the strongholds and activity areas of…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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The corners of the Heavenly Wind Listening to Rain Tower's Informant's mouth twitched slightly. Although he had known beforehand that he needed to cooperate with Chen Yuan's acting, hearing the lines come out of Chen Yuan's mouth still made him feel a sense of shame. You're a guy from a Gang background who chopped off someone's head at Wangyou Tower just a few days ago because they had a foul mouth, and now you're pretending to be a…-
1.4 M • Ongoing
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Since they were all at the same Cultivation Realm, Qin Wu thought, "Go call Elder Shen over." Elder Shen had just settled into his room, his backside not even warm yet, when he was summoned again. He felt uneasy: "My Lord, is there something else?" 【As I write this, I hope readers will remember our domain name, Taiwan Novel Net, which has many books and is super convenient.】 Zhou Xinglan mentioned the key, and Elder Shen quickly nodded: "My Lord, rest…-
574.6 K • Ongoing
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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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November 22nd. Ding Suian spent the most anxious and prolonged day of his life. He watched helplessly as the last trace of light outside the paper window diluted into the night, but the decree he had been hoping for never arrived. As the sky turned completely dark, Hansu gradually lost heart. The accumulated fear and anxiety from the day and night, coupled with the consequences of being rained on and freezing, surged forth all at once. At hai hour that night, Lin…-
3.3 M • Ongoing
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