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People died, the ship was destroyed. Everything was silent. Just like a knife cutting through tofu. No resistance, no stagnation. Anything and anyone in the path of the saber light was sliced in two. Even the sea was cut. The saber light swept past, splitting the sea surface in two; it took a full second for the seawater to pour back in. Rumble! The sound of waves rose, sweeping up the wreckage. It sank straight to the seabed and vanished. The massive whirlpool nearly capsized…-
1.1 M • Ongoing
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The Hour of the Ox (1 AM–3 AM); the night was deep and the cold intense. In the bedroom in the backyard of Diying Garden, Lin Hansu sat on a chair, her right foot, which had been relieved of its shoes and socks, resting on Ding Suian's lap. He rubbed the medicated wine into his palm to warm it before covering Lin Hansu's swollen ankle. The moment the warm palm made contact, Lin Hansu trembled slightly, instinctively biting her lip, afraid she might let out a…-
3.3 M • Ongoing
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What heavy rain... Sirian pulled open the balcony door. The balcony had accumulated a layer of standing water, filled with rotting leaves. "It's a good thing you came back early last night. If you had been even a few minutes later, you would have been drenched." Bruce came over, expressing similar continuous sighs of amazement. The torrential rain, like an enraged giant beast, finally exhausted its strength and retreated into the clouds, dragging its soaking wet tail. Heer…-
2.4 M • Ongoing
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Sunlight filtered through the clean glass windows of the hospital, casting long, slanted shadows on the floor. Anya's gaze shifted toward Dailin, who was sleeping on the hospital bed, and she spoke to Sirian in a low voice. "I have to stay." Sirian nodded understandingly and didn't say much. He simply gave a brief farewell and left the hospital. Having stayed in the quiet of the hospital for too long, Sirian felt a strange nostalgia upon returning to the hustle and…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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The White Queen's eyes showed no change in expression. After putting it down, the White Queen continued to admire the face she had conjured. Alright. First attempt, failed! Si Yan didn't give up. He took out another sheet of drawing paper and continued to sketch her face. This time, he made some adjustments and continued drawing. Soon, the second drawing was complete. Si Yan again used the same method as the first time, throwing the drawing over. This was to…-
4.1 M • Ongoing
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Dailin observed the woman in the interrogation room through the observation window. The captivating beauty he remembered was gone, replaced by a pitiable wretchedness. Valerie hung her head, her face covered in bruises, blood still dripping from her nose. "You really are something, Sirian," Dailin teased, "To be so ruthless with such a beauty." "Beauty?" Sirian shook his head. "Beauty is a term used to describe human women. When she becomes involved with Chaos,…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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The blade rose from the box and flew straight toward Ding Xie. Whiz! Tearing through the air, it sounded like a tiger's roar. In the eyes of the Man of Benevolence and Righteousness, the blade before him was no longer just a blade, but a fierce tiger descending from the mountains and crossing a stream. With a roar, the fierce tiger sought to devour its prey. Its target, naturally, was Ding Xie. Then... it was slapped across the face. Slap! The fierce tiger whimpered,…
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1.1 M • Ongoing
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Regarding his origins, Sirian had heard countless versions from the townspeople. After filtering out the exaggerations from others' retellings, what was certain was that he had been discovered by Nun among the corpses of a traveling caravan. In the days that followed, Sirian had many speculations about his past. His parents were likely also members of a caravan, traveling between City-states for trade, only to become withered bones in the wilderness. Sirian's memory…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Chapter 1: Cultivation Technique Growth Plan Initiated Immortal Realm, Tianxuan Holy Land. The sun set in the west. Jiang Li finished a day of farm work and hurried back to his Immortal Cave. As an Outer Sect Disciple of Tianxuan Holy Land, planting spiritual plants was his main job, lasting from ten in the morning until six in the evening. The remaining time was his own. Generally speaking, After a day's work, he would choose to go to…-
3.3 M • Ongoing
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“Weirdo.” This was Dailin’s first impression of Sirian. Dailin somewhat regretted coming to find Sirian; a guy who talked to a dog all day clearly wasn’t someone he could confidently entrust work to. But when Sirian saw through Dailin’s purpose with a single glance, he then felt that this young man wasn’t as useless as he had imagined. “A very thorough judgment,” Dailin affirmed Sirian’s guess, “The City Guard…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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