Mary Miller
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Blazing-red monkeys, dark-blue reptiles, colossal bearworms; a multitude of mighty beasts poured out of the myriad of dark portals permeating the atmosphere—all aiming for Xia Hu. Dozens of rank three beasts led the charge, each dropping with startling auras that’d send most inner disciples scrambling out of the way. Traditionally speaking, Formation Masters set their arrays in two ways: with or without human catalysts. As the latter option put a greater emphasis on the Formation Master’s Soul…-
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Rebounding on his opponents’ distress, Xinzi put one hand on Dong Ling’s shoulder, “A’Ling, she can’t. As much as it pains me to say, in their eyes, the sword array and cultivation method mean more than these years of friendship. Otherwise, why would they be ambushing us? We can only blame ourselves for being too blind to their rotten nature.” “Big Brother Xia, A’Ling was led astray by this evil monk. Allow him to keep sowing the seed of discord and he will truly ruin our brotherhood.…
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As Dong Ling’s gaze drifted between Zi Fengxiu’s scattered remains, Xinzi stood on the sidelines, for once not making a single noise. Friend, sister, aunt, confidant, to Dong Ling, Zi Fengxiu was all this and more. For as long as she could remember, Fengxiu had been by her side, providing sword, advice and unfaltering support. For Dong Ling’s sake, there was nothing Fengxiu wouldn’t do. In that regard, she reminded her of her father. And if among her relatives, that father ranked first, then no one…
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As wide-eyed heads soared high and blood gushed forth, all noise came to a screeching halt. By now, the rank two Bearworms had recognized the superiority of Xinzi’s Jeweled Dome and dared not keep hurling their vanguard at it. But before they could shift towards new prey, said prey’s limp bodies were dropping on the frozen ground—too dead to rise again. Dong Ling’s jaw dropped, Xinzi’s eyes arched up, but while the former’s face shifted between grimaces of shock and horror, the latter…
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“The ancients didn’t deceive me. The only difference between righteous and heretical sects is the level of shamelessness. Who could imagine that a disciple of the honorable Dong clan would study a Soul Refining technique?” Unaware of the disaster approaching him with great strides, Xinzi joined his hands in a prayer sign and digested Dong Hui’s soul. As the number one faction of the Dongli state and a top righteous power of the Yanzhou province, the White Immortal sect’s library didn’t contain…
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As Xinzi suppressed Arctic Bearworms and crushed Dong Hui’s moot rebellion, within a dormitory of the White Immortal sect’s outer court, Xia Hu sat in meditation. Colossal waves of Spiritual Qi coiled his form, establishing a pressure that reduced Foundation Building experts to irrelevant lifeforms. Most outer court disciples lived in dormitories, handling petty chores for minor pay or contribution points which they then traded for scant resources. Only exceptional talents such as Xinzi or…
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“Your father is a burly boy! Your mother is a burly boy! All your ancestors are burly boys! The womb that gave birth to you be damned! Can you save me some face? How can you ruin my grandiose entrance with that odious nickname?!” Like an epileptic theatre villain bordering all-out madness, Xinzi waved a wobbling finger at Dong Ling. Since he joined the White Immortal sect, there were only three outer disciples that Xinzi took notice of: Xia Hu, the hopelessly meek pretty dork later turned…
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From the narrow alleyway leading to the Ice-Fire Border, nine figures flew out. Eight boasted an early-stage Foundation Building cultivation or above, yet it was on the Qi Refinement girl at their helm that all eyes focused. Whereas all other disciples on the scene wore the sect’s traditional white robe, this purple-haired vixen cut hers into a strapless mini-dress at odds with all Dongli norms and ethics. Her perky breasts and perkier butt pushed against the tight-fitting dress, proudly luring in the…
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After collecting the fallen disciples’ ill-gained spirit stones, Xinzi joined his hands in a succession of mudras. Why did he use the Jewel Box to lure in his fellow disciples? Simple, he needed sacrificial souls. To extract the Frigid Flame Heart he came for, Xinzi had to trap hundreds of ice and fire beasts in his Evil-Sealing pot. As resourceful as he was, there was no way he could hunt them all down, beast by beast. Instead, he could use an Evil Summoning Array at the Ice-Fire border to attract all…
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The grating clang of metallic clashes thundered across the cave walls as the disciples’ swords slammed into one another. The five outer disciples each had a ninth-level Qi Refinement cultivation base. Thus, their swords all bounced back…well, all except for the unfortunate goon whose blade met the full might of his Foundation Building leader’s blow. His sword snapped, and by the time his face had twisted into a pleading look, Hao Min’s blade had sliced its way through his neck, sending his head…
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