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Chu Xuan didn't say if he would touch it or not. Leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, he sized up the half-demon who had suddenly appeared at his door. He watched as one wolf ear, which was already folded down, was slowly joined by the other, both now drooping backwards. "I can't sleep here?" Shen Zhou confirmed again. If Chu Xuan didn't agree, he had nothing else to offer that was likable. "You broke my sword," Chu Xuan finally spoke, bringing up old scores the moment he opened…- 111.5 K • Ongoing
- Chu Xuan spent the better half of the night trying to get his senior brother's soul back. The sword was already halfway into the furnace, but he managed to snatch it back. After banging it against a rock for a while with a "clang, clang, clang," a small ball of light fell out. The people from the Elder's Hall quickly took the sword and discovered that the originally small crack had grown larger. Their vision went dark, and they grabbed him, demanding an explanation. Chu Xuan ignored them, picked…
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- Shen Zhou absolutely could not sleep anymore. He scrambled out of bed to find Xie Xianqing, only to discover he was gone. Only Chu Xuan was sitting outside alone, folding small paper figures. His fingers flew up and down, the thin calluses on his fingertips pressing and smoothing against the paper. He opened, folded, and with a few dazzling movements like a butterfly flitting through flowers, a figure was complete. Shen Zhou hesitated for a moment before approaching. When he was still ten steps…
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- The illusion within the sword receded like a tide, only to surge back in a repeating cycle. Suddenly, the entire space trembled slightly. A corner of the black fog that perpetually shrouded the Myriad Bone Cave dissipated, revealing a patch of overcast sky. The two souls, originating from the same source, had thrown the Punishment Sword's judgment into chaos. Lu Buzhuo abruptly curled up. His eyes burned with excruciating pain, the root of his tongue felt severed, and it was as if countless…
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- The body of the Punishment Sword was brought to the Elder Hall, while its soul remained in the Sword Bestowal Valley. To judge good and evil, the sword's body naturally had to be returned to its place. As Lu Buzhuo was being escorted away, he met Chu Xuan at the entrance, who had bandages wrapped around his abdomen. "Senior Brother," Chu Xuan approached and whispered, his sleeve moving slightly as he stuffed a small paper figure into Lu Buzhuo's hand. "This contains a strand of my sword…
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- Shen Zhou had never known the meaning of submission, especially when the person asking was Chu Xuan. If he were to admit it now, it would be like eagerly presenting his deeds, wagging his tail and begging for pity. So, he remained silent, glaring coldly at the other man, looking every bit like a demonic cultivator not to be trifled with. That is, until Chu Xuan said, "Stop shaking your ears." Shen Zhou: "……?" Then, the other man glanced behind him: "Where is your tail?" If his injuries…
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- Shen Zhou fainted.... It is unknown how much time passed before his consciousness began to return. It was quiet all around, with what seemed to be the sound of dripping water, though he couldn't tell from where. He was lying on hard, cold stone, and his wounds burned like fire. He could feel nothing else; his five senses were as weak and muddled as they had been that day, making it impossible to distinguish anything clearly. ...There seemed to be someone beside him. Something very bitter was…
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- The night on Xiaoyin Peak was also beautiful, utterly silent save for the ceaseless chirping of crickets. None of this mattered to Shen Zhou. The wind that blew over was not cool; it carried the moisture of the sea of flowers on the mountainside, clinging to him like a stuffy spiderweb, making the ordeal even more agonizing. He waited on the mountaintop for an entire night. The next morning, the residence became lively again. Lu Buzhu chased after Lu Ye, coaxing him to wash up and get dressed. Xie…
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- Shen Zhou gathered the puppets that were wandering outside and counted them again. There were five in total, but one was missing. And the one missing was the very first, most special one he had ever made. Shen Zhou frowned. The other puppets only performed simple tasks according to his instructions, like roaming within the Myriad Bones Grotto, reporting back when they found a break in the seal, avoiding Chu Xuan, and so on. But that one was different. In that puppet's heart, he had placed a…
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- The little paper man ran out again, climbing onto his shoulder. Xie Xianqing poked it curiously. "What's this?" "My sword." Chu Xuan grabbed his wrist and moved his hand away. A sword cultivator's sword was not to be touched lightly by others, especially not casually in front of its master. It was highly impolite. The little paper man nodded, leaped up, and with a "swoosh," folded itself a few times, turning into a palm-sized paper sword. Xie Xianqing: "..." All this time, he had…
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