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As the saying goes, the King of Hell is easy to face, but the little ghosts are hard to deal with. The demonic path was weak. Hunted relentlessly by the righteous sects and the imperial court, they were constantly forced into hiding and, in truth, didn’t actually wreak that much havoc in the mortal world. The martial artists, on the other hand, had slipped neatly through the loopholes of Great Shang’s laws. They possessed strength no weaker than low-level cultivators, yet they were still…-
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Baique Tower had already closed early for the day. Before long, under Master Zhao’s call, the entire second floor was packed with master chefs. They’d rushed over from every major restaurant in Zhao Family Ravine, all people Master Zhao considered trustworthy. Xu Gu sat at the head seat.Huan Caiyi sat at his side, quietly looking over the crowd. Suddenly, a commotion broke out. On Master Zhao’s left, at the fourth seat, an argument started. A master chef who had come late and…
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The moon was dark and the wind was high. At the foot of Little Cool Mountain, beneath thick layers of tree shadows, rows of dilapidated, cramped, and ugly tile-roofed houses lay packed together like the nest of bandits. All around, miasma filled the air, demonic energy surged, the atmosphere was suffocating and chilling, making people feel terrified. “Puchi!” “Puchi!” “Puchi!” Under an old tree, a young man with sword-like brows and starry eyes, eight feet tall, handsome and…
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After finishing his cultivation, Zhang Zhixuan briefly bid farewell to his Seventeenth Uncle, Zhang Menglian, and returned to his own cave dwelling. He slowly activated a protective formation, sealing the cave from any prying eyes. Then he gently took out an old yellowed book from his robe, his expression showing a faint bitter smile. “Sixteen years have passed since I drifted into this world. I’ve finally learned a bit about how this place works.But when will I be able to return home?I’m…
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In his previous life, Zhang Zhixuan had been Zhou Boyong, an ordinary young man from Earth who was fond of seeking immortality and exploring Daoist teachings. Because his meditation methods were incorrect, he drifted to sleep one day and awoke reincarnated into this world of immortals and sword cultivation. His mother had not been a cultivator. Giving birth to him had damaged her foundation badly, and after struggling for two or three years, she passed away. His father’s spiritual root aptitude was…
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In Nanya Province, on Mount Lu of the Yu Kingdom. Mount Lu rose high with dense forests, shrouded in swirling clouds and mist, with birds flying endlessly. It was one of the most famous immortal sanctuaries within Taicheng Commandery of the Yu Kingdom. This mountain range stretched for more than three thousand li, making it the largest spiritual mountain within the three southeastern commanderies of the Yu Kingdom. The mountain brimmed with rich spiritual energy, and countless precious,…
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"Master, you're already fifty years old. You should just take it easy for the few days you have left. Why bother with martial arts? What if you throw out your back?" A young man in a grey robe, surrounded by the other clerks, spoke up, his tone half-concerned, half-joking. His words drew a wave of jeers. He was Xie An's eldest apprentice, Zhang Bing, whose skills in appraisal and pricing were quite proficient. During Xie An's convalescence, Zhang Bing had handled most of the appraisal work at the…
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"How is Xie An's condition?" "His stroke is no longer a major issue; he just needs to take his medicine on time. But he's getting on in years. I'm afraid he doesn't have many days left." … As the voices of the conversation faded into the distance, Xie An, lying on his sickbed, struggled to open his eyes. With cracked lips, he let out a long sigh. "Thirty years in this world, and now I'm finally going to die of old age?" He was originally a miserable wage slave from Blue Star, burdened with…
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