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Ding Suian, having changed into casual clothes, and his colleagues filed out of the Nine Gates Patrol Yamen, cupping their hands in farewell before heading home to their respective families. The setting sun melted into gold. It gilded the blue bricks and dark tiles of this majestic City with a soft, golden edge. The streets remained lively; peddlers and porters hawked their wares, children chased each other at the alley entrances, and the aroma of food and the chatter of diners…-
3.3 M • Ongoing
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Excluding the True Disciples who were away, over seven thousand True Disciples were still gathered within Xuanxin Hall. Many of these Disciples had cultivation levels lower than the current threshold for True Disciples; however, none of the Disciples objected to this. In fact, they very much agreed with the School's approach. The School would raise the threshold for True Disciples every few years, and it had now reached the Yangyuan Realm Sixth…-
4.6 M • Ongoing
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"Just one son? What a pity." Li Qingqiu muttered to himself; Jia Ming's son was too young to enter the sect, so he couldn't see the boy's personal panel. Even if he couldn't see it, he felt that the more descendants Jia Ming had, the more likely the destiny of the ancestor of the immortal emperor would be passed down. Li Qingqiu looked forward to the ancestor of the immortal emperor; for someone to be called an Immortal Emperor, they were…
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4.6 M • Ongoing
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Autumn passed and winter came, and the annual heavy snow once again covered the Taikun Mountain Range. Li Qingqiu stood at the peak of Qingxiao Mountain, gazing into the distance. Among the mountains, many Disciples were traveling on swords, flying in all directions, looking quite chaotic. Today was the day the Sect Protection Array would be formed. All the Disciples were excited and wanted to witness this historical moment, which was why it was so chaotic. This Sect…
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4.6 M • Ongoing
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At the end of the mao hour. When Ding Suian arrived at Chilao Alley carrying deep-fried dough sticks, Old Ding was sitting alone in the courtyard with a bowl of clear water on the stone table and a cold steamed bun in his hand. "It's so early, why are you here?" "Eat this~" Ding Suian placed the deep-fried dough sticks on the stone table and said, "Dad, take a day off today." Upon hearing this strange request from his son, Old Ding neither showed a puzzled…
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3.3 M • Ongoing
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In a dim room, Li Qingqiu sat in a chair, looking at a floating ball of light on the table. Inside, it reflected the scene of the Masked Disciple talking with Yan Qing, while Chu Jing, Wei Tianxiong, and a female Disciple stood to the side, watching together. This female Disciple was named Yu Lan, the eldest Disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall Master, Chai Yunshang. She currently presided over the Demon…
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4.6 M • Ongoing
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May 2nd, the Hour of Xu. Lu Zihong, having undergone a simple disguise, sat in a secret room within Prince Anpings Estate, calmly observing the others. The person in military uniform was Shi Hunan, the Commander of the Prince's guards. Another middle-aged man, wearing the green robes of a seventh-rank official, was the Prince's Chief Clerk. Besides these two, there was a person dressed as a steward in a black silk robe with coin patterns, whom Lu Zihong did not…
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3.3 M • Ongoing
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'Creak~' The door of the second hall opened, and Xu Jiuxi walked out with a swaying, serpentine waist. Ding Suian, who was guarding the door, immediately craned his neck to look inside, seeing Lin Hansu standing alone at the desk, her figure calm and still. His heart eased slightly, and he turned to enter. Xu Jiuxi, however, blocked the doorway, showing no intention of letting him pass. Ding Suian paused, then shifted his gaze from Lin Hansu to look…
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3.3 M • Ongoing
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After slaying the Woman in Red, Shen Yue did not stop. Even when the woman behind him turned into a palm-sized Red Spider, he did not look back. The gurgling sounds in the mountain forest grew more numerous, as if a horde of beasts was gathering towards Shen Yue. "What a nuisance." Shen Yue sighed softly, his right hand gripping the hilt of the sword at his waist. "A Cultivator, coming from the east. A rare sight indeed." A cold, male voice rang out,…
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4.6 M • Ongoing
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Xu Jiuxi smoothed out her slightly open collar, covering a hint of her snowy bosom, then leisurely retied the red silk sash that hung loosely at her waist. She was unhurried and relaxed, as if she were in her own boudoir. Ding Suian watched from the side, feeling a sense of admiration. She was so damn calm. Since Xu Jiuxi was still there, after adjusting his clothes, he stepped forward first, bowed formally with cupped hands, and said, "Greetings, Princess Consort. I was…
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3.3 M • Ongoing
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