Mary Miller
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From the moment that Xinzi left the Clear Heart Monastery to join the White Immortal sect, Zi Yao and he had never had a proper meeting. Hanxing, Ziyun, Guang Fanghu, our monk had met all of the White Immortal sect's top brass, all except for Zi Yao. At first, Xinzi blamed this on bad timing as, without a shred of doubt, Zi Yao was the busiest master of the White Immortal sect. Cultivation, alchemy, logistics, formations, and other duties that one could only imagine. The Yin Matriarch barely had time for…
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How long had it been since he sought such a skill? Though he still didn't have the Records of the Eternal Night, and couldn't guarantee that future events would follow the plots he devised, at the very least, the Liberation Temple's foundational skill, Xinzi's gateway to transcendence…had now been unlocked. Lost in this moment of ecstasy, Xinzi kept failing to take note of the loud banging sounds at his door. "Abbot! Abbot! Are you okay? Abbot!" A'Zhi and A'Zhu's balled fists slammed against the door.…
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Not caring for Chun Xu’s position, Zi Yao carried on. “The White Immortal sect’s old fools think that what I want is an imperial clan scion. Nonsense. The imperial clan would never give us what we want. The grievances that led them to promulgate the ban in the first place run too deep. Thankfully, it is not likely that they can hold on to their authority for much longer. That man will soon become the undisputed master of the East—if he’s not already. And if you can draw his attention, he will not…
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Meanwhile, though all expected him to be in seclusion already, Lord Hanxing sat in his spiritual cave, with Xiao Hu standing in front him. Held in suspension by a levitating cultivation mat, Lord Hanxing stared at Xiao Hu from above. She stared right back, unsure of why the great elder had summoned her. “Is this how you greet your master?” Lord Hanxing asked in a calm, jesting tone. Reminded of why she got the opportunity to fight on the yang side of the sword contest in the first place, Xiao Hu…
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To the initiates’ ears, Xinzi’s words didn’t make sense. As Dong Ling’s mother, shouldn’t Zi Yao at least consider the benefits that her child would receive by cultivating the sect’s top techniques? One has to know that the Yin-Yang Sword Array was both a heaven-grade battle formation and cultivation method. As if that wasn’t enough, the Nine Paths of Yin and Yang that it stemmed from could, in the right hands, unlock life-changing opportunities. Most didn’t have access to the secrets of…
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Meanwhile, after sneaking back into the Liberation Temple with Tusha’s cover, Xinzi enjoyed a well-deserved time out while the loot he’d earned or blackmailed arrived from three different sources. In our monk’s large study, with six opposed statues of jackals, wolves and foxes leaning against busty nuns, Xinzi sat in his armchair, surrounded by A’Zhi and A’Zhu, who massaged his shoulders with tender care while, underneath the desk, Yan Le hid, pumping the monk’s cock in her throat. Intense…
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The sky held its breath, and the earth stood in awe as, under the encouraging claps of Xinzi, Chun Xu and Dong Ling faced off. Though the Sword Fairy would rather not entertain her sworn sister’s wrathful impulses, she couldn’t show weakness and enable the snakegirl any further—or so she thought. Meanwhile, Dong Ling’s Lesser Spirit Snake Sword coiled incessantly, as if eager to drink Chun Xu’s blood and drive the competition out of the way. Hand tightening around the pommel of her whip sword,…
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In the interval of time that Xinzi, Xiao Hu and Zi Zuixian got acquainted, Chun Xu rose from the ground, palming her face as she wondered how and why she’d fallen so low. For as long as she could remember, Xinzi had been a thorn in her side. On first meeting, the resonance between their Harmonious Duality Physiques and Void Spiritual Roots lured them towards one another, but it soon became clear that, unlike Chun Xu, Xinzi had no trouble staying in control of these sensations—almost as if his soul or…
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“Xiao Hu, why are you so silent? Are you still mad? Come on Xiao Hu, A’Hu, talk to me,” Xinzi tugged on Xiao Hu’s sleeves, acting like a spoiled damsel attempting to regain the favors of her furious lover. Except that in this case, Xiao Hu was the actual “damsel,” and her forehead creased at the monk’s antics. “Xiao Hu.” The words and pronunciation projected an entirely different image from Xiao Hu’s initial name: Xia Hu. From a “summer tiger,” she devolved into a “little…
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‘Abbot, led by a peak-stage Pulse Condensation expert of the Zi clan, six White Immortal sect Nascent Souls have landed on the Soaring Crane mountain, trying to figure out your location and the methods you used to destroy this sect.’ Unbeknown to the White Immortal sect elders, as soon as they’d reached the Soaring Crane mountain, Tusha sent Xinzi a mental message, warning our monk of their every move. As Xinzi had already made Tusha conceal the storage bags and underground room, he didn’t care…
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