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As their rate of descent slowly decreased, the hurricane-like tearing sensation and weightlessness finally disappeared. But they still couldn’t touch the ground at all. Because there was no ground in the phantom realm. Lin Xi lifted his head and brushed away the hair blown across his eyes. He then saw that Gui Ying and Xue Mufeng looked even worse off. The perfectly-arranged hair crown that Sect Master Senior Brother had tied so meticulously had already flown dozens of meters…-
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The entire place fell deathly silent. Only after a long time did someone finally let out a breath. The scene just now had been undeniably chaotic. No one wanted to see the way the Qiongyao Sword went berserk a second time. Gui Ying remained silent. A faint light flickered in his eyes. He slowly walked up to Lin Xi. The youth was now covered in blood, far more severely injured than when he had been building his foundation. Gui Ying gently placed a hand on Lin Xi’s shoulder. A thread of…
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Gui Ying’s gaze shifted to Lin Xi, “What do you think? About traveling together with Sect Leader Lan.” Lin Xi glanced at Lan Xing. She looked exactly as described in the original novel—dressed in green robes, ink-black hair, a few small bells hanging from her hair that chimed softly. “Mm.” Lin Xi considered for a moment before replying, “I’ve always admired Sect Leader Lan’s character. I’m very happy to meet her today.” Perhaps she could even follow the clues and meet his…
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Suddenly the ground vanished beneath his feet, and Lin Xi fell straight down. He only felt someone tightly holding him, protecting him in front. There were many jagged rocks jutting out, nearly crashing into Lin Xi, but each one was shattered by a burst of spiritual energy before it could touch him. The fall was unexpectedly smooth. Finally, with a buzzing sound in his head, he landed on solid ground. Rubbing his eyes, Lin Xi saw that they were surrounded by an open stretch of grassland, not a…
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Drenched in the downpour, Gu Jingyuan felt like an insignificant drifting duckweed at the mercy of others. Sometimes, he would struggle a little. But this type of weak struggle only ignited a man's primal instinct to conquer, becoming the most potent aphrodisiac, carrying both of them to climax. During this time, Long Yanzhao loved to tease him. His mind was a bit unclear having drunk himself into a stupor today. He was unable to restrain himself from his baser impulses, and his speech became…-
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“Lord Gu?” Song Xinrui’s voice came from behind, “Why have we stopped?” The moment he spoke, the voices behind the artificial hill abruptly fell silent. Gu Jingyuan knew those two were still there, but he pretended to have not heard anything and continued walking forward. He replied, "It's nothing." Even though those two voices had been extremely brazen, growing louder and louder without any restraint. Song Xinrui had also overheard some of it when he drew near. Though he…
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In the teahouse filled with the fragrance of tea, the young nobleman who had just caused a stir by striking someone suddenly ran off and came back with a skewer of candied hawthorn in full view of everyone. This in itself was already strange enough. Even stranger was that he actually held the skewer out to the ethereally handsome young man sitting across from him… As if presenting a treasure. The scholars in the hall watched, all of them inwardly puzzled. How old were these two? Though…
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After morning court the next day, Gu Jingyuan and Long Yanzhao changed into another set of clothes and left the palace together. On the second floor of Ming’an Pavilion by a window seat, Gu Jingyuan sat with the emperor, drinking tea. “Do you usually come here to sit, Ah Yuan?” The waiter set down a kettle. Dressed in plain clothes, Long Yanzhao personally poured tea for Gu Jingyuan and said with a smile, “I’ve heard you often come to teahouses with the second young master of the Yang…
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On the day the first snow began to fall in the north, a tavern ten miles outside the capital welcomed a group of distinguished guests. It was rare to see so many people come by on such a cold day, especially ones clad in armor. The tavern staff bustled about serving dishes, and the sharp-eyed waiter brought a pot of hot tea directly to the main table. A dozen or so soldiers were scattered at various tables. Only two people sat at the main table: a high-ranking general with a fierce and intimidating…
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