455 Results in the "Celestial Touch" category
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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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Another spring had come. On the Muyun Road, the sunlight was just right, and not a cloud could be seen in the sky. What made Muyun Road peculiar was that it either didn’t rain at all, or it poured like a flood from the heavens. Drizzles and misty rain—such a scene was something Gu Ning’an had never seen on this road. Twenty years in White Jade Capital, and naturally, twenty years had passed in the world below as well. At least in this regard, Heaven and Earth were “fair.” There was no such…
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The young beggar nodded thoughtfully, pointing at his twig-thin arm.“Then I’ll find some labor work tomorrow.”“Sure,” Ying Du teased, “with those scrawny arms and legs, you’ll probably only make five or six copper coins after a whole day of work.”Hearing this, the beggar’s eyes lit up.“Five or six copper coins? That’s plenty! Enough for two flatbreads!”“Brother Ying, where do you live? Once I earn money, I’ll treat you to some flatbreads!”“The flatbreads from Baldy’s shop…
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Hearing the old beggar identify him by name, the old man was slightly surprised. “You’ve heard of me?” The old beggar respectfully stood up and replied, “I am Wen Songmo, once a top scholar and the magistrate of Jiangling Prefecture. If I knew the name of Master Qi yet couldn’t deduce your identity, I’d be an utter fool.” “Wen Songmo, a top scholar and magistrate of Jiangling Prefecture…” The old man furrowed his brow, pondering for a moment before speaking. “No…
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"Why are you leaving so soon? Not staying a bit longer?"Watching the somewhat dazed Old Tailor Ma, Gu Ning’an asked with a smile.Old Tailor Ma walked to the eaves and glanced back toward the tailor shop, letting out a long sigh. "No need to stay longer. Being able to come back and take a look is already a blessing. Staying any longer... I might really not want to leave."Gu Ning’an replied with a smile, "If you don’t want to go, then don’t."If anyone else had said this, Old Tailor Ma would have…
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632.5 K • Ongoing
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Chapter 130: Wood Carving
The group of gossiping women all looked terrified, glancing at one another. They desperately tried to make a sound, but couldn’t even manage the faintest “mm-mm” noise. The "three little quails" stared wide-eyed in astonishment. Wang Sheng couldn’t help but exclaim, “Good heavens, they really can’t talk anymore!” “Confucius said, ‘The way of Heaven has its cycles; none can escape retribution,’” Sun De quipped with a grin. “That’s enough. Follow me inside,” Gu Ning’an said,…-
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Chapter 162: The Stone Broker
Having walked this route once before, Gu Ning’an and Mu Sheng made their return journey noticeably faster. As they passed a small alley, they suddenly noticed a group of constables in yellow uniforms, each wearing a long blade at their waist, stationed at the alley entrance. While chatting amongst themselves, they kept a close watch on every passerby. As they drew closer, cries of pain and curses could be heard intermittently from within the alley. "Speak! Where are those smugglers hiding?" "Damned…-
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Having slain the demon wolf, the breath that had been held in Qiao Min’s heart finally eased. Ten thousand cycles of life and death had left her spirit utterly exhausted. The pain of each death had etched itself into the depths of her soul. Now that her tension had released, that soul-deep agony surged forth like a collapsed dam. Holding her forehead, Qiao Min closed her eyes and took deep, gasping breaths. At this moment, she was truly puzzled—she had clearly finished the dream, so why hadn’t…
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A foul, rancid wind rustled the branches, making an unsettling sasa sound. An old man in a coarse hemp robe led a black-haired donkey, walking unhurriedly down the long street. A stalk of straw dangled from the corner of the old man’s mouth, his cloudy eyes filled with wary vigilance. Beside him, the black-haired donkey trotted along with a tata-tata rhythm, exuding an air of fearless confidence. "Grandpa Donkey, I feel like there are at least dozens of eyes watching us from every alley around here!"…
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632.5 K • Ongoing
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Chapter 290: Refugees
On a narrow, ancient road, a group of displaced refugees trudged forward like lost souls, struggling with every step. Their clothes were tattered, their movements unsteady, and their faces bore deep imprints of helplessness. Their lifeless eyes reflected nothing but confusion about the future. The golden glow of the setting sun bathed them, stretching their shadows long upon the ancient road, making the scene appear even more desolate and bleak. At a glance, the refugees were of all ages—elderly men…-
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