Potato
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3
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1.5 M
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Reading
5 d, 4 h
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Ever since the Grand Preceptor put his life on the line to join the fray, forging an alliance between the Great Wu court and Yan Wuyong, the two primarily human armies had been locked in a five-year tug-of-war with the Great Tong Dynasty established by Ye Xuliu. Even united, the human side remained at a disadvantage throughout those five years. Why? Because even though humans fought with reckless abandon, could the demons be said to fear death any less? With the demon army’s fearsome physiques and…-
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“Even if the entire might of Great Qian were mustered, I can be certain they would not be able to take even a single spirit fruit,” the old man said. “Thinking about it this way, by helping Mr. Gu conceal matters, it is more about helping His Majesty. We must not ruin our reputation in old age and end up harming Great Qian.” Faced with Old Qi’s blunt words, Gu Ning'an merely smiled. With a casual wave of his hand, the previously empty tea table was suddenly adorned with a complete set of tea…
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From about ten or so steps away, the old man in plain robes called out a greeting to Zheng Hanrui. She responded with a smile and a return greeting, then quickly pulled Gu Ning'an along as they stepped forward. When Gu Ning'an saw the old man’s face clearly, he was slightly stunned. Then he smiled and nodded politely. This old man in the plain robe was none other than the Imperial Preceptor he had once seen in Jiangling Prefecture! He was also the long-lived elder Zheng Hanrui had mentioned—already…
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At 45 minutes past the hour of the Goat (1-3 PM), the sky had turned overcast. Several thick, heavy clouds veiled the blazing sun—it looked like it might rain. In front of the North City Gate of Heyun Prefecture, a noodle stall and a small table had been set up. Billowing white steam rose from the stove on the noodle cart and was swept into swirling spirals by the autumn wind. At a wooden table nearby, Yan Wuyong, dressed in coarse hemp robes, had rolled up his sleeves and was slurping down a large…
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The autumn wind had just begun to rise, tinting the sky with a faint golden hue. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of ripening fruit and the crisp scent of fallen leaves. Clad in plain robes, the Grand Preceptor, accompanied by a dozen white-robed disciples, slowly guided a wagon loaded with rice and flour along the edge of a golden wheat field. It was harvest season, and the fields were dotted with villagers. When they caught sight of the wagon flying the flag of Great Wu, they instinctively…
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“What are you mumbling about at the door!” “Are you going to continue studying or not!” Hearing the old cobbler's impatient shout from behind him, Ma Mingcai quickly turned around and brought the large bundle over to the table. The old cobbler looked puzzled. “Hey, I just don’t get it. Why are you so polite to a young man like that? Like he’s a senior or something.” Ma Mingcai froze. “I am the junior here.” The old cobbler paused, then said, “So it’s about seniority, huh? No…
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“Right now?” The gentle woman was startled. “Mr. Gu, the old cobbler lives in Siwu County. Even by carriage, it takes three days to get there!” “No matter,” Gu Ning'an waved his hand casually. “Just bring me whatever you intended to send him.” “Alright, I’ll be back in a moment.” The gentle woman quickly rushed out to gather the items. A cup of tea’s time later, she returned carrying a bundle half as tall as a person. As soon as she stepped through the door, she realized she…
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Heyun Prefecture, inside the military command tent! Before a large walnut table, Yan Wuyong sat upright in his armor, and in front of him was a towering stack of scrolls piled like a small mountain. Staring at the scrolls, Yan Wuyong sighed heavily and said, “We now occupy over a hundred counties across three prefectures. The consumption of grain is truly immense. With the constant natural disasters, it's already difficult for us to be self-sufficient, and now we can’t even spare a single bit of food…
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As they approached the “Exquisite Craftsmanship” Tailor Shop, Zheng Hanrui excitedly explained to Gu Ning'an the origin of the nickname “Kind Cobbler.” It turned out that this so-called “Kind Cobbler” was none other than the current head of the tailor shop—Ma Mingcai. He had earned this title by constantly giving away shoes to his neighbors free of charge. Because Ma Mingcai hoped to craft a pair of shoes that would satisfy the immortal residing in the "Immortal's Residence,” he kept…
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The moon climbed into the sky, faintly visible behind the clouds. A cool evening breeze drifted gently by. At the entrance of a village, several middle-aged women were sitting together, chatting about trivial household matters. Every so often, hearty laughter erupted from the group. The old woman known as Blaze Five had cleverly blended into this "intelligence post" at the village entrance. At first, she thought she could learn a lot from this group of women. But all they talked about were things like…
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