Elizabeth Wilson
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Flesh Puppet Yifang Huang blinked for the third time in the span of a mere few seconds. During that brief instance of time, a plinking sound echoed out in the silence of the chamber as another bead in the necklace artefact he had placed before her shattered. He watched the diffusion of countless fragments of translucent crystal with a stunned expression, the crinkling sound accompanying it signifying the death of a Peak-Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator. One Nascent Soul’s death in itself would have been…-
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Yao Shen made no effort to conceal the tension tugging at his features as he willed his Earth Qi to shift the packed earth before him. Perhaps the fact that his visage and for that matter, the rest of his body, was covered by the most powerful version of Full-Plate Lumenite Armor had a role to play in that candidness. Almost all of it was owed to Vondar, but Yao Shen had indeed made a few key changes to the design; including one major change that would likely make the Tellurarchs gasp in horror if they…
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Zhiquang Yi’s expression was warped from an untempered rage as he grabbed Faceless Forty-Three by the lapels of his robes, effortlessly hoisting the core formation spy-assassin in the air. Already the firm fabric of the cultivator robes had begun to dig into the unresisting faceless’ skin, yet not a word had been uttered in protest. “What do you mean—- How dare you try and stop us from coming to the defense of our sect?” Zhiquang Yi bellowed out the question for the second time, his gaze…
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Patriarch Zhou Hui was not surprised to notice a presence intruding upon the outside of his private chamber. He was, however, forced to raise an eyebrow when that insignificant Core Emperor presence slid the door inwards and stepped inside, not stopping until the masked individual stood directly before him. “Direct report from Elder Zhu—- A group of unidentified Nascent Souls have triggered one of our detection beacon artifacts,” Faceless Nine stated, not in the characteristic flat tone that was…
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Yao Shen’s expression was uncharacteristically grim as he cut connection to the communication mirror. His fist clenched into a ball, his eyes shimmering with cold fury as he considered what his oldest disciple, Shadow, had told him. Even then though, Yao Shen had not expected the vicious demons to strike with the strength of a mid-stage Nascent Soul Cultivator for a mere Foundation Establishment Disciple! “How ruthless,” Yao Shen snarled under his breath, his expression twisted into an enraged…
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“Senior Sister Shadow,” Yanyue’s ever-gentle tone betrayed an undertone of tension as she rested under the shelter of the ancient tree, her legs folded beneath her thighs. “Mmm?” Shadow intoned the unworded question, her back resting against the skytree; her silhouette almost blending in with the shadows that were naturally coalescing around near the base of the tree. “Why did Master enter the Gorge of Death?” Yanyue asked the question, one she had asked twice before only to receive the…
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Folks, to preface this address, let me just say that I am so incredibly thankful just to have gotten this far. If you have ever followed, rated, commented or even just read a single chapter of mine, however so you may have stumbled upon it, then you played a part in changing my life. Really, truly, thank you. We are now both at the final leg of the journey and the begining of another. Modern Patriarch going to Amazon is my shot at doing this author thing on a full-time basis. That means faster uploads,…
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The moment that Inner Sect Disciple Chun Zeizhong had been waiting for years now, had finally arrived. His slumber the night before had been a peaceful one, undisturbed both by the anxious dreams that had been plaguing him over the past week and signs of any intrusion in his quarters. Yet, when he opened the first drawer of the standard issue almirah at his bedside, as had become a daily routine for the last few weeks, he discovered the reward he had been waiting for. Oh, how he had waited for this…
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Zhou Hui’s expression did not betray his inner turmoil as he gazed out of the Hui Family Manor’s tinted windows. Before him stretched out a primly maintained lawn, its perimeter defined by lush, cerulean blue bushes that were arrayed in a neat circle. A natural stone pathway lead into the lawn, before diverging into four pathways that allowed the visitor to experience a different facet of the flowerbeds his descendants managed so meticulously. A dug-in flower bed that was half-filled with water, to…
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Three weeks had passed since Yao Shen, Grand Patriarch of the Modern Sect, had descended into the depths of the Gorge of Death. During those three weeks, the forces that sought to conspire both for and against Yao Shen had, predictably, not remained silent in his ostensible absence. Zhiquang Yi heard a knock rap against the door to his private chamber, forcing his attention away from the gently simmering cauldron that rested atop a portable Flame Qi burner. Normally, such a disturbance would attract…
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