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Che Lin (3) Once they entered the small town, it became lively. Though it was nighttime and snowing, there were still quite a few passersby hurrying along wearing bamboo hats, and some small stalls and vendors hawking their wares despite the wind and snow. Yun Changliu and Guan Wujue each led their own horses, spotting from afar the two large red lanterns hanging at the town's inn. Guan Wujue tugged at his horse's reins and turned to Yun Changliu, saying, "Young Master, in a moment... could you…-
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The Flowing Waters of Yang (2) That single sentence struck like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, plunging Ah Ku into an icy abyss. He couldn't help but reveal pleading eyes. "Young lady..." Yun Chanjuan said with a smiling expression. "Hurry up. Otherwise, this young lady will go tell Sect Leader Brother that you were disrespectful to me... Oh my, who do you think Sect Leader Brother cherishes more—you, or his own younger sister?" Ah Ku's face turned deathly pale, cold sweat dripping down. He…
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The Flowing Waters of Yang (3) Yun Chanjuan cried so miserably that her voice quickly became hoarse and she had no strength left to struggle. Only then did Yun Changliu ease the pressure of the sword scabbard slightly against her, saying, "Apologize." "I was wrong! Wuu...Chanjuan was wrong, I shouldn't have deceived Brother!" In the jianghu, there were many heroic women who were no less capable than men, but unfortunately, Miss Chanjuan of the Zhuyin Sect could definitely not be counted among…
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Che Lin (4) In just a moment, the supremely noble Zhuyin Sect Leader was smilingly pushed outside the room door by his Four Directions Protector. Then the door closed. Yun Changliu: "......" It wasn't as if he were a woman—what harm could there be in seeing? Why guard against him so thoroughly...... The Sect Leader, shut outside, faced the door panel, feeling slightly displeased. ......However, he soon discovered that this inn's door had fallen into disrepair over the years, with some…
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Che Lín (5) "That's how it was..." Guan Wujue sighed softly, his eyes slowly closing as if sealing away a tragic chapter from the annals of history. "Emotional agitation triggers the Fengchun Sheng poison, and conversely, when the Fengchun Sheng poison strikes, it can also shake one's mental state. That's why the old Sect Leader required you from childhood to restrain your joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, to avoid meeting strangers, to stay away from worldly troubles—all to minimize the…
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Beating the Drums (1) Beat the drums, their clang resounding, Leap forth, take up arms. To Tuguo’s city of Cao I go, Alone, I march southward. —--- Another small city along the way. Being a small city, the walls were naturally not high, and the common folk naturally not many. However, these past few days had brought more travelers than usual, lending it a bustling air. The bluestone-paved roads in the city were narrow and long, and after years of wind and rain, foot traffic…
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The Flowing Waters of Yang (4) Yun Changliu did not remain unconscious for long. When his consciousness gradually returned, the first sensation to recover was still the endless, continuous pain, along with the weakness that spread throughout his entire body. However, having been tormented by the Fengchun Sheng poison since childhood, this level of suffering was already completely within his capacity to endure. The second awareness that awakened in his mind was that a profound internal energy…
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Yin Qilei (1) Yin Qilei, at the southern face of Mount Nan. How could one abandon such a place, and who would dare be idle? ------ About an hour later. Just as Wen Feng stepped out of the Sect Leader's bedroom door, he heard the buzzing sound of whispered conversations from outside. News of the Sect Leader's poison flare-up had already spread. By now, basically all the important figures within the sect who could come had come, and those unable to come in person had all sent deputies to…
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Yin Qilei (2) Yun Changliu sank deep into dreams. Bizarre and fantastical visions shuttled past him, yet never lingered. He seemed submerged in a bone-chillingly cold deep sea, swallowed by terrifying currents. What remained of his senses was battered again and again against underwater boulders and reefs—each time shattered to pieces, each time suffocating near death. He could never completely lose consciousness, and thus could never find release. There was only endless…
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Yin Qilei (3) The faint winter sunlight painted a brilliant stroke across the intricately carved window lattice, then suddenly burst open as it entered the room, illuminating the early morning Yangxin Hall in brightness. Yun Changliu sat in his chair, soft white fur felt draped over his arms and loosely covering his knees. Upon his voluminous snow-white luxurious robes, the crimson-gold Candle Dragon pattern symbolizing his identity as Sect Leader gleamed with flowing golden light in the brilliant…
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