Mary Miller
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“Oh? When did Haoyang become a yellow-grade formation master? Jiankang, how could you keep that from me?” When the sixth prince first engaged Xinzi in battle, the male disciples’ cheers boomed across the mountain peak. The non-disciples too followed the trend, cheering Shui Haoyang on. In their eyes, though he too belonged to the White Immortal sect, the Dongli prince represented their interests better than the golden child of this tyrannical sect. At the leaders’ platform, Guang Fanghu observed…-
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“Didn’t they forbid the disciples from killing each other? Good! Can someone explain to me why my little brother’s corpse now hangs on the ground?” The six disciples whose death Xinzi witnessed were but the first in a series of gruesome accidents. Well, accident becomes an unreliable description when the event happens more often than raining spirit stones at an aristocratic courtesan’s first-time sale. In a flash, 37 disciples fell under the stampede of flaming boulders—making their relatives…
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According to records backed by the Central Domain’s elites, human dantians didn’t have enough space to go over 3,600 Spiritual Drops. But throughout Dongli—no—even in Yanzhou history, no one had ever gotten close to 3,000 drops. Of course, this only applied to humans. Holy Beast Descendants, Elemental Spirits, Demons, Divine Spirits and so on, all had higher limits or unique cultivation systems that made this cap irrelevant. Should a human being go past the 3,600 cap, the masses’ first reflex…
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Orange and blue energy domes surrounded the two platforms, sealing them from outside interference. Spiritual fog poured out, preventing most cultivators on the scene from seeing through what went on within the domes’ walls. Informed beforehand by their elders, some of the younger White Immortal sect disciples had seen the space-altering show coming. The others had witnessed more than one such contest and thus kept their composure. It was the vassal faction disciples, who witnessed the competition for the…
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Typically, it was in moments like these that jaws fell, eyes widened and overexcited crowds spiraled out of control. However, following Xinzi’s entrance, the audience split into a clean two: the White Immortal sect’s female disciples…and the others. “Impressive! We White Immortal sect disciples really have a thing for scandalous entrances. Why did no one tell me that our ancestors invented audacity? If in Qi Refinement they’re already this ostentatious, I dare not imagine how bold they will…
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“The Sword Freak of Jiangbei!” Fear, stupor, scorn and admiration intermingled in the audience’s eyes as it stared at the enigmatic figure. The White Immortal sect disciples couldn’t identify Xia Hu, but among the thousands of gathered spectators, White Immortal sect disciples didn’t account for 30%. The rest came from Purple Wind city and nearby Dongli prefectures. Those foreign spectators knew a lot more about the outside world than the average White Immortal disciple. In their ears, the name…
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“This…is the yang patriarch? The supposed masculinity symbol of our Dongli state?” Bereft of words, the audience watched in a stupor as Dongli’s number one sect master disgraced all the prestige he’d accumulated for centuries to hold on to his baby. “Dad! Dad! Thousands of people are watching us! How can you do this to me?” “I don’t care! From now on, I refuse to let you go!” Pushing against Guang Fanghu, Dong Ling attempted to shake her leg free from her father’s grasp—to no…
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The iron scent of spilling blood stained the atmosphere as livid corpses and shattered skull debris floated above a pool of blood—the law enforcement disciples’ blood. In sanguine mist form, Xinzi hovered above the scene. From the twins who stood guard before the list of donors to Yan Le who confronted this numbing view, the initiates watched in awe, unable to link this surgical carnage to their temple’s abbot. “The Golden Lotus be praised; that’s an anticlimactic finish, to say the least.…
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In slow, grating sounds, the stone wall blocking the crypt’s entrance pushed leftward and, alongside Dong Ling, Xinzi stepped back into Tusha’s main hall. There, a lone Chun Xu perfected her cultivation of the Heart Chasing Immortal Law—or so it seemed at a first glance. But one probe of his Spiritual Sense enabled Xinzi to see that the Sword Fairy…had left already. “Eh? Senior sister, for someone who spent a month without food or water, you look oddly healthy. What did you survive on? Bitter…
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One month flew by. Throughout the White Immortal sect’s outer court, disciples emerged from weeks of secluded cultivation—brimming with battle intent. Most of the contestants had broken through to the ninth or tenth level of Qi Refinement—those often belonged to interest groups and would compete under a superior contestant’s leadership. A scant few had cultivated an upward of 200 Spiritual Drops, and some even completed the first phase of their Return to One. The demarcation line between Qi…
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