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Xie Xianqing, completely oblivious to what was happening outside, spent a long time fussing in the kitchen. Finally, he threw a large handful of nourishing medicinal herbs into the pot, covered it with a lid, dusted off his sleeves, and sauntered out to claim credit from Chu Xuan. As he stepped out, he saw Sect Leader Chu sitting under a tree, hugging his sword and looking as if all his three souls and seven spirits had deserted him. Xie Xianqing glanced left and right but didn't see Lu Buzhuo. He…- 111.5 K • Ongoing
- Lu Buzhuo felt a light bite on his lip. It didn't hurt, there wasn't much force behind it. It felt more like being gently ground by teeth, breaking the skin just a little—a sensation that was both itchy and satisfying. As he was thinking this, he was bitten two more times. Lu Buzhuo: "." He pulled his lips away, carried the man back to the couch, and brought over a basin of clean water. He washed Shen Zhou's hands, then applied medicine to each of his injured fingers, wrapping them thickly in…
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- Xie Xianqing arrived a little late. To his bad luck, he had been locked in the room and had to climb out a back window and circle around to reach the front courtyard. By then, the front courtyard was already a chaotic mess. The half-demon was surrounded by swirling demonic energy, his body arched like a startled animal. He was practically hanging off Lu Buzhuo, his arms wrapped so tightly around Lu Buzhuo's neck it looked like he was trying to strangle the man to death. He rasped, "Who is he to you?…
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- Xie Xianqing shot up as if the stool had grown thorns, nearly poking Lu Buzhuo in the face with his folding fan. “What nonsense are you spouting!” Lu Buzhuo ducked back. “Is it really not possible?” “It is not!” Xie Xianqing was adamant, his fan whipping up a frantic breeze, his whole being radiating indignation. “I see you’ve truly forgotten, forgotten everything! For all these years, countless demonic cultivators have tried to enter the Cave of a Myriad…
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- Shen Zhou yanked the person up from the bed. Remembering this was Lu Buzhuo's body, he loosened his grip slightly to let him breathe. "How do you know what happens three years from now?" His wolf ears leaned forward menacingly to match his tone. "I know, naturally... cough cough, naturally because he knows." The spring-willow-like eyes curved into a crescent as he spoke in a soft whisper. "He knows everything. He remembers every single detail, but he doesn't dare tell you." Shen Zhou…
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- Inside his spiritual altar, Lu Buzhuo meticulously chopped the shadow into pieces five times. The sensation of cutting himself was somewhat bizarre. Though there were no physical wounds, he could feel the blade parting his soul. A chill would first spread from the cut, followed by the searing pain of a burn. The more wounds there were, the more his entire soul felt as if it were being scorched in a blazing fire, making it impossible to tell where the pain was coming from. By the sixth time he…
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- Shen Zhou’s ears didn't stay down for long. Discovering it really didn't hurt, they soon perked up again. He squinted his eyes in comfort, turned his head to peck at Lu Buzhuo’s wrist, and toyed with a lock of his long, drooping hair. After a moment, he asked in a small voice, “Lu Buzhuo, you... Mmph, are you tired?” Lu Buzhuo: "." Lu Buzhuo pushed aside his chaotic thoughts, flicked a wolf ear, and continued his efforts. ... The two were entangled for a long time before taking a…
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- Shen Zhou waited for a moment. Seeing that the man opposite him seemed utterly at a loss, he thought the illness must be serious. "It can't be cured?" "Ah... This, it can be cured, of course it can be cured." Xie Xianqing snapped back to his senses, wiping non-existent cold sweat from his forehead. He took out a packet of soybean powder from his robes. "Go back, sprinkle a little of this in his tea, and have him drink it. Remember, this is a specific cure for a specific ailment. He…
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- Chu Xuan never dawdled. He headed straight for the residence and vaulted over the wall. He paused for a moment after landing at the base of the wall, surveying the courtyard as a flicker of doubt crossed his mind. Since he has lost his memories, why would Senior Brother still choose to stay here? It’s as if he knew this residence was his. After a brief moment of contemplation, he put away the medicine, deciding to talk to Lu Buzhuo first. In the kitchen, thick with the smell of…
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- The shadow observed Lu Buzhuo’s expression, about to say more, but Lu raised two fingers, ready to seal him back. “Wait! Hold on,” the shadow said, startled. “You don’t have anything else to ask?” “Don’t want to ask,” Lu Buzhuo replied listlessly, glancing at him in a foul mood. “Get lost.” The shadow hurriedly added, “Don’t you want to know why you lost your memories?” Lu Buzhuo’s hand paused. The shadow regained composure, his gaze falling on Lu’s raised…
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