spirapira
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After a brief silence, Polly was the first to clap enthusiastically. "That was beautiful!" "Moira, you play really well!" Dominic said. "That song is lovely—what's it called?" Celine asked. "Let's call it... Emerald Forest!" While playing, Mo Lan had been envisioning the Emerald Forest as she saw it through natural resonance. Though she had improvised the piece, with her powerful memory and the basic composition knowledge she'd learned from her inherited memories, she could transcribe the score in the…-
1.2 M • Ongoing
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According to the descriptions in the inherited memories, combined with Tree Spirit Mother's explanations in her dreams, formally inaugurating into an extraordinary profession first required meeting the corresponding prerequisites, including but not limited to specific magical aptitude, achieving the required physical attributes, and mastering relevant knowledge and skills. After meeting these conditions, one also needed to hold an inauguration ceremony, swear a professional oath, and declare one's chosen…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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Mo Lan was completely immersed in this wondrous state of becoming one with the forest, temporarily forgetting the passage of time. At that moment, throughout the Emerald Green Tribe—whether the Elf druids wiping dewdrops from their leaves, the Elf bards humming ancient ballads in forest clearings, or the Elf rangers polishing weapons in their treehouses—all stopped what they were doing at the same instant, looking up in surprise toward the center of the tribe, in the direction of the Tree of Life. They…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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In any case, the Magic Web placed no restrictions on the number of professions one could hold. As long as one could meet the requirements for assuming a profession, as long as one's psychic power could withstand it, and as long as one's magical energy was sufficient to support studying multiple professions' magic simultaneously, one could take on as many professions as one wished. It was simply that most beings in the Seran world lacked the qualifications to do so. The requirements for assuming a…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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Over the next half day, with Grandma Matil's help, Mo Lan happily began moving in and decorating her new home. She didn't actually have much luggage. The so-called "moving" mostly involved various daily necessities that Matil had prepared for her, along with housewarming gifts sent by other Elves in the tribe. Soft, dry moss and fragrant dried grass were spread over the heartwood bed inside the tree hollow. A thin blanket woven from moonlight moth silk was neatly folded at the foot of the bed. Several…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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"Then I'll head back to study right away!" Mo Lan said immediately. "Wait," Matil called out to her, handing over a small, transparent crystal bottle sealed with a cork stopper. Inside was a half-bottle of clear liquid. "This is 'Slumber Blossom Dew.' If you run into problems during your studies and find it hard to fall asleep, you can take a small sip. It will help you sleep and enter your dreams more quickly. Come find me for more when you run out!" "Thank you, Grandmother Clan Leader!" Mo Lan accepted…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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What followed turned into a joyful game of chase. Mo Lan was pulled along by Polly and Celine, tiptoeing as they tried to get close to the nimble wood sprites. But these little creatures were extraordinarily alert, always vanishing in a flash of light into the mushroom clusters at the very instant they were about to be touched, leaving behind only a string of laughter as crisp as wind chimes echoing through the air. Though they never once managed to actually touch a wood sprite, the process itself was…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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"Since you think everything's fine, go ahead and ask the Tree Spirit for help!" Matil gently pushed Mo Lan toward the tree hollow, gesturing for her to approach. "Ask the Tree Spirit for help?" Mo Lan tilted her small face upward, her eyes full of confusion. Over the past few days while playing around the tribe, she had watched plenty of Elves building their own treehouses. They would typically choose an ancient tree that was thick enough and lush with branches and leaves, then cast a nature magic called…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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The commotion finally caught Elder Rhindor's attention. He strolled over, his face bearing a warm, inquiring expression. "Children, what's going on? You should be focusing on—" His words came to an abrupt halt the instant his gaze fell upon Mo Lan's bark paper. He looked up almost immediately, turning toward Matil, who had been standing not far away the entire time, his eyes filled with inquiry and disbelief. Matil responded with a calm, knowing nod, as if to say: "See? This is the difference I was…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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And so, surrounded by three enthusiastic Elf children, Mo Lan began her first "expedition" through the Emerald Forest tribe. Their first stop was the little garden at Polly's house. It wasn't the neatly organized nursery Mo Lan had imagined. Rather, it was a small, sun-drenched clearing beneath her family's treehouse, where lily-of-the-valley flowers grew naturally alongside many other unknown little flowers that emitted faint glows or delicate fragrances, mingled with mosses and ferns. "Look! There they…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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