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Outside the room door, a maidservant called out softly. Lin Xun opened the door, took the message, and said, "Thank you." "Please, Sect Master, don't be so polite. If the Sect Master has no other commands, this servant will take her leave now." "Mm." Lin Xun nodded. The maidservant curtsied and disappeared into the shadows. Lin Xun closed the door and walked into the room with the letter. "A letter from Ten Thousand Buddhas Continent?" Jiang…-
6.1 M • Ongoing
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After a brief round of introductions, the players knew what to call one another. The aged Cynthia smiled kindly. “Let each of us say how many puzzle instances we've cleared and what ‘puzzle-solving' means to us. If we meet a group riddle, I can assign tasks based on your experience.” “Why should we listen to you?” Hansen stared at her coldly. “This isn't a team instance. Who knows if we'll end up killing each other? Spill your intel—do we look stupid?” He barked…-
7.0 M • Ongoing
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Chapter 22: The Cultivation Technique, Profound Yellow Heart Refining Art, Begins Its Action On the flying boat. The atmosphere for discussing the Dao was growing intense. Jiang Li continuously expounded his insights into the Dao of the Sword. These insights came from the spell Dragon Slaying Sword; he knew what it was but not why it was, like a sniper with a Barret rifle who could perfectly use the weapon but didn't understand its functions. And in the process of…-
3.3 M • Ongoing
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Dense, blood-red tendrils swept over, boiling sword slashed horizontally, and soul marrow burned. Sirian conjured a circle of flames that wrapped around him, incinerating the flesh into ash. But even as the ash dispersed, it was still flesh. Though Sirian was giving his all, he could at most prevent the Mountain of Decay from healing; he couldn't kill it completely. "This chaotic creature... is at least close…-
2.4 M • Ongoing
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Sirian gazed at himself in the mirror. His soft black hair was meticulously combed, with a few strands falling across his forehead, making his grey-blue eyes appear even deeper, like the sea before a storm. The charcoal grey morning suit he wore was made of high-quality wool blend, and its tailored fit outlined shoulders that exuded strength. The deep wine-red velvet waistcoat was ironed without a single wrinkle, revealing a stiffly starched white linen shirt at the collar, with a flawlessly tied…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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"I'll be going now." Sirian inhaled the unique scent of old paper mixed with dust, and left the City Guard Bureau before the rain intensified. Consequently, only a handful of people remained inside the bureau. Facing the empty office, Dailin casually lit a cigarette, taking deep drags. After the cigarette burned down, he felt refreshed and began flipping through the final stack of documents. Perhaps having lost all hope, this time Dailin skimmed through the…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Two centuries ago, two races separated by vast oceans met eyes across an endless expanse of Black Soil. With no shared language or script, they could communicate only through the most primitive gestures and pantomime. The strangers found the unfamiliar land and sweltering climate hard to bear. Flustered, they drove off venomous insects and beasts, pitched flimsy tents on the damp earth, and begged the indigenous people—still living by primitive means—for food. Thanks to the locals'…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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At times like these, Nangong Wan'er would shake her head again, her resolve firming once more. She couldn't deny Third Young Master Song. She thought with such conviction. "Sir, are you tired?" Another day had passed. In the evening, in the courtyard, Ying Rui's voice rang out. Si Yan sat in a rocking chair and said, "Not really." The sky was already dark, but it was still early for bedtime. In the past, every evening, Si Yan would either…-
4.1 M • Ongoing
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March 15th. 7-9 am sharp. Today there wasn't a breath of wind; atop Koujian Pass, the tiger banners of Southern Zhao hung limply against the flagpole, as if hinting at the fate of this small country on the southwestern border. Before the pass, red armor stretched like a mountain range, spears and halberds like a forest, as one hundred thousand Soldiers of Great Wu stood silently in the morning mist. Only the slight clinking of armor plates and the sound of…-
3.3 M • Ongoing
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June 19th. Ding Suian fulfilled his promise according to the agreement, personally leading men to guard outside the Prince of Nanshuns Residence. Initially, the loafers and ruffians completely disregarded them. When Soldiers tried to stop them from throwing melon peels and rotten vegetables into the residence, they would even shout, "Did you take money from the Southern Barbarians? Are you willing to be watchdogs for Southern Zhao?" After taking two punches from Chest…
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3.3 M • Ongoing
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