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Seeing the Female Elder's persistence, Lin Xun found it difficult to refuse. In truth, staying in the Ice Snow Country for a few days was no big deal. Moreover, having just returned from that Forbidden Land, he was indeed quite tired. Staying for a short while to recover his strength was a good choice. Furthermore, Although this Female Elder looked only twelve or thirteen years old, her actual age meant she was certainly much smarter than her…-
6.1 M • Ongoing
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At Sunset Ruins, rolling yellow clouds piled layer upon layer on the horizon; the sky-piercing Babylon Tower stood stark against the sky. Amid broken walls and beneath a golden giant tree, players in varied outfits gathered before the record stele. Lately the situation in the Bizarre Game had turned treacherous; in those shifting clouds most people could not see the truth. All they could do was rely on past experience and unreliable intuition to guess what came next. Some firmly believed an upheaval…-
7.0 M • Ongoing
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The years extended gently within the dream, carrying away youthfulness and leaving behind warmth, brewing the family's days into something increasingly rich and sweet. Little Anan gradually grew up amidst the family's love and had reached the age to carry a small backpack to preschool. The child inherited Chen Mo's steadiness and reliability, as well as Zhao Xiaoling's gentleness and sensibility. He was well-behaved and obedient at school, excelling in his studies. Upon returning…-
512.7 K • Ongoing
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The Stupid Bird's sense of justice is off the charts; blame its upbringing, I guess. But justice comes in two flavors: procedural and consequential. Li Qiuchen wasn't sure which camp the Stupid Bird belonged to. Usually the shameless creature had no qualms—otherwise they'd never have become partners-in-crime. This time was different. Yanking a girl's braid and stealing from your parents aren't the same league of wrong. The White Crane hesitated, then let…-
339.0 K • Ongoing
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Look around and the whole world is full of ghosts; after mingling with them long enough, even humans grow fangs and blue faces. — Volume Five: Man and Ghost River City in May seemed to have slipped back into the rainy season; day and night a steady drizzle fell without end. A livid, gray-violet sky wove an ominous canopy above the city. Beneath the forest of high-rises, pedestrians as tiny as ants hurried along; multicolored umbrellas bloomed like mushrooms over the filthy water, their…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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The door of the small house was ajar, and the breeze gently carried the faint fragrance from the courtyard inside, landing on the head of the bed, making the silence almost unnatural. Chen Mo slept in a daze. This was the first time since returning home that he had slept so peacefully. There was no forcing himself, no hiding, no enduring the heart-wrenching pain until he trembled in the middle of the night. He just lay quietly, being watched over, being cherished, being carefully held in someone's…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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The daylight finally tore through the lingering night, spreading a soft brightness into the small courtyard. The mist hadn't dispersed yet, clinging in a thin layer to the tips of the orange tree branches. When the wind blew, it slowly drifted away, carrying the coolness unique to the early morning. The sound of chopping firewood in the kitchen stopped. Mother gently lifted the pot lid. A burst of white steam rushed out immediately, blurring her slightly graying temples. The rich, mild aroma of…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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The morning light in the dream was a few degrees warmer than in reality, sprinkling goldenly across the old courtyard, landing on the bluestone ground and illuminating every corner with a soft, gentle brightness. Chen Mo stood at the entrance of the familiar Main Room, looking at his living, young, and healthy family. His heart felt gently wrapped in warm water—aching yet stable. This was the scene he had longed for most after half a lifetime of wandering and illness, a scene he could no…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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"Internal conflict? What internal conflict? Come, tell me in detail." Lin Xun smiled and tossed a bone to the dog. Goudan barked and jumped up, catching the bone in mid-air. Holding the braised bone, Goudan gave it two licks before slowly speaking while clutching it: "Back then, your Myriad Races were indeed formidable; you blocked us for a very, very long time. However, based on the strength of your Myriad Races back then, it was absolutely…
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6.1 M • Ongoing
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Songlin Village had always been like this. Many villagers practiced cultivation, yet none knew what they were cultivating; they merely copied the motions, hoping for a longer life. The Cultivation Technique the Old Daoist Priest studied had the same flaw—without a Master's guidance, Li Qiuchen doubted the old man could even decipher the cryptic terms in the manual. They knew the ‘how' but never the ‘why'. Unable to understand it himself, he still…
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339.0 K • Ongoing
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