spirapira
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He Yuntian tapped his Fan against his palm, one strike at a time. The cultivators around him didn't dare breathe a single word. They knew He Yuntian was deliberately making things difficult for the old man. If it had been an ordinary gift, they could have stepped forward to meddle, but this young person was giving a gift to someone who had saved her life—an act of chivalrous righteousness—and based on what she had implied, she appeared to be from Cangyun Ravine. Her bearing and demeanor truly did not…
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That night, Zhan Changfeng felt a stirring in her heart. She rose, draping her robe over her shoulders, and stepped out to walk the streets. Because of the Ghost Festival, the road was utterly deserted—cold moonlight scattered across everything, casting a dim and eerie pall over the scene. The sound of a watchman's drum reached her ears, like a call from some other day, entirely unreal. She did not know how many streets she had passed through before voices drifted up behind her. When she turned, she…
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For now, she wanted to go and try what the people of Xiaohan Town called the Ghost City. For one, the Ghost City was rich in Yin energy, and since she cultivated the Pure Yin Bones, there would be some benefit. For another, even cultivators from Cangyun Ravine would venture inside, so the opportunities there were surely not small—perhaps she could find clues to restoring her physical body. By midnight, the heavy rain had eased into a drizzle. Zhan Changfeng opened the door, and the Coachman was already…
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"Two hundred and thirty!" "Two hundred and forty!" "I was wondering which two wealthy souls were calling out bids here — turns out it's you two elders." A young man dressed like a carefree noble sauntered over, fanning himself with a folding fan. Since he was heading toward Sun Xingyi and Gao Song, the people blocking the path stepped aside of their own accord, and he walked through with a smug smile. Sun Xingyi studied him for a moment, then abruptly pressed his lips into a thin line, narrowing his eyes…
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No sooner had Zhan Changfeng left than the reckless young man came back in. "Are you selling or not? Ten Spirit Pearls for a broken little bottle is already a generous offer. What's the harm in throwing in those beads? They're not worth much anyway." He Runzhi, though feeling that the small bottle had a story behind it and being curious about the truth, also found the beads exceptionally exquisite. He had been pestering the shopkeeper to give them to him as a gift, playing a game of feigned indifference to…
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In the Postnatal realm, one tempers the heart. In the Prenatal realm, one communes between Heaven and Man, thereby touching the Dao. Thereafter, the Three Thousand Great Daos and the countless Minor Daos unfold. The Great Daos include the Dao of Cause and Effect, the Dao of Fate, and the Dao of Reincarnation. Even the Minor Daos can be an unyielding will that persists until death. By cultivation system, the higher classifications are the Immortal Dao, the Divine Dao, the Demon Dao, the Ghost Dao, the Beast…
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No benefit whatsoever. How could there be no benefit? The greatest benefit was the time it saved her from unnecessary waste. Some people felled trees, others laid foundations; spending twenty taels to hire a carpenter to oversee the construction of a house didn't take much time at all. The benefit was this: while others were crammed into tents, surrounded by all manner of chaotic noise, she could study what she wanted to study and think what she needed to think in a quiet and safe place. And when a heavy…
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The following day. As Zhan Changfeng descended the stairs, she immediately sensed a tense atmosphere. She swept her gaze across the main hall — there was no sign of Zhao Long or Daoist Shanshi, let alone Lu Shen and his group. "When will we be allowed to leave?" Zhang Hu looked at the young lord in black robes, whose brow was deeply furrowed, and said gruffly: "Once the Bureau of Patrol's reinforcements arrive, you register your residence, name, and current lodging, then you're free to go." Yesterday,…
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One spirit pearl for ten thousand taels, or even one hundred thousand taels — whenever the shop assistant quoted such exchange rates, those hearing it for the first time would inevitably gasp in disbelief. From the assistants' perspective, such reactions were rather amusing. The exchange rate was high simply because one side held little value. In a world where cultivators were everywhere and even poultry and farm crops were imbued with spiritual energy, what was a tiny spirit pearl even worth? Of course,…
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Upon hearing this, Zhan Changfeng asked, "What is the reason for it this time — is it the work of a deviant cultivator?" "Most likely." The linen-robed elder thought it over and felt something was wrong. "But how could mere flute music control us all? I fear we were already bewitched by something back at the inn." The others naturally arrived at the same conclusion, and they turned to the two Bureau of Patrol cultivators who had remained behind, saying: "What are we still waiting here for? Go back to the…
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