Mary Miller
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Far from the Eastern Continent, within the Endless Sea's Evernight Palace, Hengye Yuemi lay on a purple oval mattress that rested on blue coral-shaped bed frames. In the Endless Sea where seashell-based decoration abounded, this setup surprised no one. However, the large white tiger crouching by Yuemi's side brought the scene to a new dimension, making onlookers wonder where, what and why a mortal beast of the five continents smeared the Evernight Palace with its presence. Seven cloaked men kneeled…-
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Though Xinzi guaranteed that this plan wouldn't affect the world at large, reluctance still flickered in Xue Yuanshao's eyes. In ancient times, the eccentric-alchemist turned crazed-emperor would have welcomed such plans, but after going through the Great Desolation war and escaping death by a hair's breath, his appetite for mayhem had shrunken to virtually nothing. And as he recalled that it was only thanks to an artifact bestowed by Qiu Meng that he managed to survive, Xue Yuanshao's reluctance turned…
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With things having reached this point, Xinzi knew that no matter what trick he put forth, he couldn't avoid Hengye Yuemi's suspicions. The harder he tried to, the more likely he was to bury himself under a pile of blunders. That being the case, our monk's only hope was to control and shift the narrative to a transgression that Yongye could forgive. If the Thousand-Faced God itself didn't mind, then Hengye Yuemi could only hold her tongue and move on to other matters. Xinzi's Divine Soul leaped out of…
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It was a disaster—a dumpster fire shoved upon Xinzi by malicious interference. Contrary to the calm and spirited look that his face put up, inwardly, our monk gnawed his teeth—considering all the countermeasures he could rely on to get out of this fiery pit. Unbeknown to the rest, as soon as the scant-few dots of Heaven's Grace settled in his Void Spiritual Root, a red, searing eye mark took shape on Xinzi's right wrist. One moment, the mark flashed, the next it was gone—flickering incessantly.…
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"What a bastard. That feckless nuisance almost ruined the eons of banquets and peace that I've enjoyed thanks to the lack of Realm Wars. Old friend, you don't mind that I've cleaned the garbage for you, right?" "Absolutely not. Every single Devil of the Infernal Paradise felt the impulse to target that boy—an impulse obviously triggered by Hell to push us all onto a road of no return. When even False Devils didn't take the bait, that worthless descendant of mine rushed to carry out Hell's…
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'Absorb the Grace!' It was a terrible idea, and Xinzi knew that well. Though Heaven cherished the divines above all others, there were rules that even they couldn't transgress. Unlike gimmicks such as the Wisp of Heaven's Breath that merely fell from tribulation lightning, Heaven's Grace was a part of Heaven itself—meaning that unlike tribulation lightning and other celestial phenomena, it was a finite, quantifiable force. Xinzi consuming the grace that had been imparted onto Xiao Hu would be like…
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The sun's rays shafted through the sky. From the moment that Xinzi had set foot into the Tower of Harmonious Bliss to now, nearly three days had passed—56 hours, specifically. Everyone in the White Immortal sect knew that Xinzi and Chun Xu had been practicing the Yin-Yang Sword Array, so occasionally, random outers, inners, and even some elite disciples would drop by the tower, and with flustered faces, glanced at the top. Some concealed the bizarre hope that, by standing in the tower's vicinity, they…
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Concealed by Hanxing's talisman, the green Winds of Degradation rolling out of Xiao Hu's dantian rose to cover the Tower of Harmonious Bliss. So potent was their stench that even the earth-grade talisman failed to conceal it all, enabling Xinzi to smell the degeneration that Xiao Hu went through. Needless to say, the monk didn't care. As she fell, Xiao Hu's cultivation rose, leading her to become a more valuable sword. For now, our monk focused on Chun Xu, who slammed her hips down, skewering her cunt…
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Prompted by the connection between Void Spiritual Roots, rays of black and white light rushed back and forth between Xinzi and Chun Xu, further enhancing the connection between their bodies and souls under the powerless gaze of Xiao Hu. 'A'Xu, fight! Don't surrender to that evil monk's dirty tricks. You are better than this!' Xiao Hu tried to reach out to Chun Xu. Alas, the talisman that enabled her to stay concealed in the first place prevented any such attempt. "Mmph…Ooo!" The Sword Fairy attempted…
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"A'Xu, it's time." The casualness with which Xinzi uttered these words sapped what little confidence Chun Xu had left—confidence she used to keep up this semblance of composure. One would be hard pressed to find a situation where the Sword Fairy struggled between hesitation and helplessness. Alas, this clearly was one such time. On the one hand, Chun Xu wished to set all the White Immortal sect and Dong-Zi clan plots aside to focus on Xinzi. Yet, on the other hand, she had to consider the consequences of…
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