William Anderson
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“Greetings, Sir Adrian Darkheart. I am Evelyn Greatwoods. Pardon me for my sudden intrusion.” She curtsied. She was a great beauty in her late teens. Her blonde hair was tied and her green eyes gave off a royal aura. She did not need a tiara to convey that she was a princess. She was wearing a white one piece dress with red linings which happened to be the third year uniform of the academy. “It is my honour to be hosting the renowned third princess of the Kindom of Nemphis. And please call me…-
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Unfortunately, hunting down customers for Flower Mountain's perfume was still a task at which Yize was very much a novice. He knew that he couldn't ascend to the sky in a single leap, but he was still worried about the fact that he was barely putting a dent into the mountain of perfume boxes his sister had been preparing. All he could do was to keep giving it his best effort. He woke early, packing up his bedroll in the pre-dawn gloom. The skies were overcast as he made his way into the heart of Jiuliu…-
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Yize sat comfortably on the driver's bench and gave the reins a snap. He did it more to make himself feel like he was doing something than for any real purpose. Huichen ignored him and continued trundling along, the mule pulling the cart through the forest at the same rate he'd been walking at ever since they'd left home. It was enough to make him feel a bit superfluous. If Huichen could count money, he could practically handle the whole trip by himself. No, that wasn't entirely true. Yize straightened…
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With a working agreement in place, it was time to show Junfeng where he'd be staying. He'd need time to get settled in before Muchen took him on a full tour of the sect. Not to mention he could use the time to give his arm another looking over. Junfeng fell into step as he led the way to the dormitory. At Muchen's request, he chivvied his mentor back into his necklace. Muchen didn't break stride at the sound of spectral grumbling. "The Iron Bones sect will be angry enough," Muchen said. "I'd rather they…
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The specter didn't respond right away. Instead, he looked Muchen slowly up and down. Muchen could feel a phantom pressure on his shoulder blades, the natural result of the difference in their cultivation. If Xinyi wasn't present, he knew they would be having a very different conversation. "Your Flower Mountain sect? With that cultivation base?" Muchen held his gaze, refusing to back down. It took more effort than he would have liked to maintain a stoic facade. He was saved from having to come up with a…
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High level cultivators were notoriously difficult to kill. Destroying their physical bodies was already quite difficult, and was only the first step towards actually killing them. On the other hand, high level cultivators were also notoriously good at killing things. It stood to reason that an army capable of threatening the entire Qianzhan Continent would find it easy enough to obliterate an isolated cultivator, no matter how high level, but it was still chilling to hear Xinyi discuss the matter so…
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Junfeng took a moment to think over Muchen's comments on the dao. After a moment, he gave a thoughtful nod. Muchen was glad that he was at least willing to consider what he had said. "Like I said, I'll accompany you to Li Village," Muchen said. "For the sect... you can visit for a while, get a feel for how well you fit in. Junfeng nodded, and that was that. Another disciple added to the sect. Maybe. A significant increase in their roster by weight. Even measured by cultivation progress, he would be…
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The usually cheerful disciple looked rather the worse for wear. His right arm was in a sling, the pain visible on his face as he forced himself to keep walking. As he drew closer Muchen could make out his bloodshot eyes and just the hint of unshaven stubble on his chin. "Should you be walking yet?" "Probably not," Junfeng replied, before gesturing to his broken arm. "But after Hong has escalated this far, I figured it was safer to take my chances outside of the Iron Bones sect." Muchen gave the boy a…
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Junfeng fell to his knees, screaming in agony as he cradled his broken arm. His face went pale, the flush of his strengthening technique vanishing in an instant. Though no broken bones broke through his skin, what little Muchen could see of his arm was badly misshapen. Hong took a step back, regaining his composure in an instant. "I apologize. I acted on instinct." "Little Hong, you're too impulsive." It was an old man's voice that carried across the room. Turning to find the source, Muchen saw an…
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Hong frowned, his fine features somehow adding a touch of elegance to the expression, before making his way forward. The crowd parted before him. He didn't even have to vary his stride as he approached the sparring ring. Junfeng might be able to laugh and joke in the face of an inner disciple, but the rest of the sect's disciples were more respectful. "Are you sure you want to have this match?" Hong asked. "After all, fists have no eyes." "Who's to say who will be unlucky?" Junfeng asked. "And don't…
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