Elizabeth Miller
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Lan Sheng stepped forward, moving in between Shan Huai and me with a sharp breath. “I’ll serve as witness and mediator for this spar,” he declared, his voice clear and commanding as his eyes flicked over to Shan Huai. “Kai Liu’s task is to land a single hit on you, while your goal is to make him yield.” He barely acknowledged Lan Sheng’s words, raising a hand to pick his ear as if the whole affair were beneath him. “Yeah, yeah,” Shan Huai muttered dismissively, clearly unconcerned. His…-
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The crowd’s chatter swelled around us as the man leading the group stepped forward, his orange robes fluttering slightly in the morning breeze. The arrogance radiating from him was palpable, and it wasn’t hard to see why. With a cocky grin plastered on his face, he planted his foot callously on the corpse of the Iron Boar, his posture exuding the self-assurance of someone who had no doubt about his superiority. “People of Qingmu!” he called out, his voice reverberating across the square. “I am…
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I groaned as I slowly became aware of my surroundings, every muscle in my body protesting even the slightest movement. It felt like I’d been run over by a herd of stampeding spirit beasts. Although admittedly that wasn't too far from the case. The dull ache in my limbs was a stark reminder of the sparring session from the night before, where I had faced the brutal onslaught of my own companions. Windy’s qi-infused tail strikes had been far more powerful than I anticipated. The sheer force behind…
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The crowd’s joyful murmurs turned into hushed whispers, and the warm smiles I had been receiving moments ago faded into wary stares. It didn’t take long for me to understand why. Windy, though far smaller and less menacing than the serpents that had attacked Qingmu, still bore a striking resemblance to them. His white scales and blue eyes were different, yes, but to the villagers, he was still a spirit beast serpent—a creature they had every reason to fear. I forced a smile, trying to dispel the…
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The road stretched out before us, a winding path bordered by thick forests and rolling hills. The decision to bypass Crescent Bay City was a simple one—time was precious, and the journey back to my village was long enough without unnecessary detours. Besides, the thought of dealing with the city’s bustling streets and watchful eyes didn’t exactly thrill me. So, Lan Sheng and I stuck to the quieter path, our cart trundling steadily along. He sat beside me, his usual easygoing demeanor making the…
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Two days had passed since I’d made my decision to refine the healing hydrosol, and I now found myself seated across from Elder Zhu in one of the smaller, more private rooms of the Alchemy Pavilion. The air was filled with the faint, lingering scent of herbs and fresh ingredients. Elder Zhu studied the vial in his hand, turning it slowly to catch the light. The liquid inside shimmered with an ethereal, turquoise glow. “You’ve made significant improvements,” Elder Zhu said, his voice calm but with…
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Their reactions were priceless. After pulling out the Golden Bamboo seeds from my storage ring, I could barely contain my grin as Han Wei and Li Na tilted their heads at the small, unassuming seeds in their glass display. I explained my quest to revive the long-lost species, and how I’d been entrusted with their cultivation. The way their eyes widened told me all I needed to know—they were impressed. But the real fun began when I brought out the Two-Star Pagoda Pill Furnace. The moment it appeared, I…
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Elixirs were "Rooted Banyan Stance!" I unleashed my technique once more, clenching all the muscles in my body and shielding myself with qi as Feng Wu struck. The kick to the stomach pushed me back a couple feet, but I held my stance without flinching. I grinned at the second-class disciple. "This changes everything!" It had been an hour since we began my training to integrate the qi of the elixir into my dantian. I couldn’t help but marvel at the difference. The Rooted Banyan Stance, a technique…
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If there was one thing Liang Feng's novels were accurate about, it was the process of cultivation. The elixir melted the instant it touched my tongue, releasing a burst of intense flavors—bitter, with earthy undertones. It was a complex taste, like a blend of fresh herbs and potent spices, leaving a cooling minty sensation that quickly transformed into a subtle warmth as it slid down my throat. But then, the warmth turned into a torrent. The initially soothing flow of qi transformed into a raging…
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"Kai, have you been waiting here this entire time?" The pre-dawn chill clung to my bones as Elder Zhu's concerned gaze met mine. I pulled my robe tighter, a futile attempt to ward off the cold. "Just wanted to catch you early, Elder," I replied, trying to sound casual despite the shiver in my voice. "Before the pavilion opens. I have a favor to ask." His weathered face softened into a warm smile. "Come in, come in. We can't have you freezing out here. Favors can wait until you've thawed a bit." He…
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