syl_bee
Stories
52
Chapters
6,448
Words
13.5 M
Comments
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Reading
46 d, 23 h
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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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Shiwei (4) At the peak of Mount Shenlie, ten thousand years of snow lay thick. Everyone knew that the highest point of Mount Shenlie was not the mountain peak itself, but the Wolong Platform of the Zhuyin Sect Leader. The Wolong Platform was about five zhang wide—truly not very large. Eight stone pillars stood around its perimeter, subtly corresponding to the imagery of yin-yang and the eight trigrams. Between the pillars hung layers upon layers of white curtains, blocking out the howling wind…
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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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Making Plans (3) Guan Wujue pushed open the door to Qingjue Residence. Just as he expected, he saw chaos everywhere. Yun Chanjuan might be young, but her heart was truly vicious. Before leaving, she had ordered people to smash everything in Qingjue Residence that could be broken and shatter everything that could be shattered into pieces. The Four Treasures of the Study, jade and porcelain ornaments, and other small items were naturally destroyed, but even the tables, chairs, beds, and cabinets…
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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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Making Plans (4) As dusk was falling, Wen Feng stood at the entrance of Yangxin Hall. He was looking for Sect Leader Yun. The Sect Leader had clearly said that morning he would take that little medicine person to the Medicine Gate, but he hadn't been seen for most of the day. When Wen Feng went to the Medicine Gate to find him, they said the Sect Leader had already returned long ago—— Returned? But the question was, where was he? He couldn't find him anywhere! Where on earth had the Sect…
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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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Shiwei (1) Shiwei, Shiwei, why do you not return? For the sake of this lord, why do you linger in the cold dew? **** The day when Guan Wujue brought back the blue-robed medicine man happened to be exactly the winter solstice. Wind carried heavy snow, howling fiercely. The sky was overcast with thick clouds that barely let any light through, constantly blowing snow powder. Yet the ground was illuminated brilliantly white by the snow, as if scattered with a layer of…
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Che Lin (1) When I beheld the noble one, We sat together and played the reed pipes. Yet now there was no joy, For those who departed were gone forever. ------ Winter was always dry, with fine dust flying up from the uneven yellow dirt road. On both sides of the road were sparse trees, their branches bare and shivering in the cold wind. This unremarkable desolate road was the only route to Mount Shenlie. By the roadside stood a modest tavern with a tall wooden pole bearing a wine…
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