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The 23rd of the twelfth lunar month. 7-9 am, the sun was high. Yi Yiyi, who was accustomed to early rising, had been awake for over two hours. When she tried to get up for the third time, the arm wrapped around her waist stubbornly refused to let go, gentle but firm. "It's already 7-9 am ~" she said, her voice slightly hoarse with helpless urging. "Nothing to do today. Let's sleep until noon and then have lunch ~" Ding Suian kept his eyes closed, burying his nose in her cool,…-
3.3 M • Ongoing
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A narrow escape from death! A Formation Grandmaster! A heart that cherishes talent! A genuine talent! Li Qingqiu looked at Wei Tianxiong's panel, and his impression of the man skyrocketed. The Qingxiao Sect currently had no shortage of Geniuses; what they lacked were R&D talents in various Daos. Regarding Formations, the Qingxiao Sect was very lacking, as Ming Guang's Comprehension Ability in this area was clearly…-
4.6 M • Ongoing
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14th day of the twelfth lunar month. “Oh? You want to go to Koujian Pass?” In the East Warm Pavilion of the Cantian Hall, the Prince of Nanshun, dressed in python robes, sat behind the desk. “Yes, I hope Your Highness will grant permission.” A few steps away, Ding Suian stood tall. After returning yesterday, he had gone through proper channels via Li Qiushi to request an audience with the Prince of Nanshun. He had originally expected to…
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3.3 M • Ongoing
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Ding Suian sat cross-legged in a corner of the Imperial Study. Only when the sunlight became blinding did he realize it was already broad daylight outside. He leaned back against the bookshelf and let out a long sigh. If the Southern Zhao version of history was true, then the alterations to the Great Wu history were far too extensive. The entire 'History of Xia' had almost entirely deleted all records regarding 'demonic evils'. The two-hundred-year 'Era of Seven…
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3.3 M • Ongoing
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"The meaning of joining is..." Wei Tianxiong's heart raced as he stared at Li Qingqiu and asked. He had already prepared himself to become a slave or servant, so hearing Li Qingqiu invite him to join the Qingxiao Sect left him stunned. He thought he had misheard or misunderstood the meaning. Li Qingqiu raised his hand and drew the fate control talisman into his palm. He replied, "I accept your life. From now on, I won't let you be humiliated, but…
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4.6 M • Ongoing
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The twelfth day of the twelfth lunar month. Another day of doing nothing. He lay in bed until 7-9 am, when he suddenly remembered that Old Man had once said the Imperial Study of Southern Zhao contained the history of the Great Wu recorded secretly by historians. At the time, Ding Suian had doubted it, fearing he would never have the chance to visit the Imperial Study in the palace in his lifetime. But now things were…
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3.3 M • Ongoing
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A brilliant light shone between heaven and earth, causing Shen Yue and Bai Ninger to instinctively close their eyes. This reminded them of the night they fought evil ghosts in the Cangzhou Prefectural City; that night, there was also such a brilliant light that illuminated the evening. They could not see the battle between Li Qingqiu and Wei Tianxiong clearly, but they could feel Li Qingqiu's sword intent. It was incomparably powerful! To what…
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4.6 M • Ongoing
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Shen Yue looked at the large azure flag in Wei Tianxiong's hand and immediately felt something was wrong. He sensed an extremely dangerous Aura that inexplicably reminded him of the soul refining banner in the Sect Leader's possession. This guy is also a demonic Cultivator! He really can't be trusted! Wei Tianxiong raised the azure flag and laughed, "Junior from a fallen land, let me show you the might of the Shenyuan Cult!" Whoosh— The…
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4.6 M • Ongoing
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Read anytime on the Taiwan novel app kan.com. "Should we retreat first?" Yandao Sect looked at the man in black in the sky and said in a low voice. The pressure the opponent gave him was extremely strong; he had never encountered such an opponent. Just facing his aura, he felt he was definitely no match. Shen Yue's eyes turned cold and sharp as he said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid we can't retreat." Hearing this, Yandao Sect narrowed his eyes, preparing for battle. The man in…
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4.6 M • Ongoing
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7-9 am sharp. Sunlight filtered through the carved lattice windows of the clouds, casting patterns of auspicious clouds onto the carpet. However, the weak and limp morning sun of winter, aside from making the Imperial Study look a bit brighter, brought no warmth. Emperor Zhao sat on the dragon couch. The waist he had forced to straighten during the morning court had completely collapsed by now; in two hours, he seemed to have aged ten years. State Preceptor sat on the…
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3.3 M • Ongoing
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