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Chapter 12: Senior Brother Jiang, a Foundation Establishment Stage Sword Cultivator Senior? Shuangyu City. Under the full moon. Jiang Li landed steadily on the bamboo building's roof beam. In less than thirty seconds, he had killed seven Ten Thousand Demons Sect spies lurking in Tianxuan Holy Land. His Qi Refining Fourth Layer cultivation and Minor Achievement Dragon Slaying Sword made his combat power imaginable. As long as…-
3.3 M • Ongoing
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In the small hall, Yi Yiyi sat upright in the main seat. She had changed into a light green jacket and skirt, her hair simply combed up. Her face was devoid of makeup, yet due to the earlier events, traces of rouge still remained. This actually tempered her usual coldness, adding a touch of softness and approachability. "Greetings, Princess." The group bowed in unison. Xie Wuxia was the first to lift his head, a perfectly measured smile surfacing on his delicate, powdered…-
3.3 M • Ongoing
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After profusely thanking Meifuni, Bruce dove into the warehouse and began building the vehicle. "First, I need to build upon the power frame, gradually integrating other components. Once the basic functions are complete, I can further design the internal aspects..." Bruce mumbled a lot of design concepts, but unfortunately, Sirian's rudimentary mechanical engineering skills couldn't comprehend what he was saying. He didn't need to understand; he could leave everything…-
2.4 M • Ongoing
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After resolving the Blood Corpse's issues, Si Yan returned to the exterior of the previous building. There, a large number of zombies were already waiting. Si Yan began to resolve the issues for these zombies. Before long, the area was filled with the zombies' 'joyful laughter'. Today's treatment further resolved the issues of these zombies. Each zombie seemed to be beaming with joy. Their issues were quite troublesome, and these issues had delayed their Corpse Refinement…-
4.1 M • Ongoing
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The twilight had completely settled into the mountains, the last sliver of orange-red light swallowed by the peaks. Soon, the small village deep in the Yunan mountains was enveloped by thick darkness. Scattered lights peeked through the windows of various households—dim, yellow, and soft—swaying gently in the cool evening breeze, outlining the unique tranquility and stability of a mountain village. Chen Mo walked back slowly along the cement road at the entrance of the village, his…-
512.7 K • Ongoing
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"The Celestial Iron Father... forged it himself?" Sirian had never imagined that boiling sword's origin was directly linked to the Celestial Iron Father. Before he could recover from his shock, Rolf continued. "That was long ago, during the Revival Era. The Expeditionary Pioneer assembled his legions, preparing to launch an expedition into the Dark World, but he found that most standard-issue weapons were insufficient to support the Torchbearer's…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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In the cold drizzle, the grotesque steel jungle of the Inner City appeared even more distorted. The buildings, like metallic tumor masses kneaded by an invisible giant hand, pressed and piled upon each other, resembling indistinct heaps of fallen corpses. In comparison, Sirian's figure seemed especially minuscule. A grating hiss sounded from all directions; the cooling system of the Beacon Lighthouse had begun operating, causing the scorching residual heat to violently collide with…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Ziwei Ward, Princess Xingguos Residence. The noble families, still shaken from the previous night's terror, gathered within Wangqiu Hall. The noblewomen were seated according to their rank, their distance from Princess Xingguo arranged accordingly. After recounting the crimes of Prince Anping, Lady Xu, the concubine of Prince Huanyang seated at the head of the right side, leaned forward slightly with an expression of perfectly measured anxiety. 'Prince…
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3.3 M • Ongoing
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The man before him had brown hair tied in a small ponytail, and despite his serious expression, he still looked somewhat unorthodox. He was supposedly the dean of the Research Institute, but he seemed more like a fortune-teller running a street stall. This person was Qi Si's acquaintance, his only 'friend'—the kind bound by interests, with minor flaws that were tolerable, and highly useful in many situations. "Jin Yusheng," Qi Si smiled, gazing into the man's eyes, "Your…-
7.0 M • Ongoing
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"Huh?" Paul was startled by Wency's reply. Even Sirian, who was on the rooftop, paused, his expression beneath the mask turning subtle. "Instead of spending time and energy repeatedly thinking about this kind of thing, why don't you just ask the person involved?" Wency said frankly, "You're not a Chaos Follower. Reverse Falcon wouldn't draw his sword and chop you down, would he?" "Honestly, what kind of drunken nonsense is that?" Did Paul not understand this…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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