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"Old Kui, I'll admit that this place is much more concealed, but honestly, discussing this here isn't all that different from talking in the private room." Hearing this, the Void Emperor smiled bitterly. "I know it doesn’t make much difference, but at least it gives me some peace of mind." Gu Ning’an nodded. "Then tell me—what do you know about the gray thread?" The Void Emperor’s expression froze, and after clenching his teeth, he said, "Mr. Gu, to be honest, I can't speak about anything…-
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"Hey~ hey!" "Why did you burn it?" The Void Emperor stared at the ashes on the ground with a complicated expression, his face showing an indescribable emotion. It seemed that Madam Xu had ultimately gotten what she wanted… Gu Ning'an pretended not to notice the emotions in the Void Emperor's eyes and changed the subject. "Old Kui, now that this matter is settled, let's talk about that gray thread above your head." At these words, the Void Emperor, who had still been immersed in a certain sadness,…
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632.5 K • Ongoing
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Stepping onto the smooth, mirror-like bluestone tiles and following the spacious corridor forward, they soon arrived before the largest private room in the Hunting Arena. The path wasn’t long, yet the Void Emperor walked exceptionally slowly. Several times, he paused, as if wanting to say something to Gu Ning'an beside him, but in the end, he never spoke. Gu Ning'an, however, saw through his hesitation with absolute clarity. Besides the Void Emperor’s wife, who else could make this great demon—who…
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What the tiger demon hadn't anticipated was that, from the stands, he could clearly see the white-robed man’s position despite the sea of dark, densely packed ghosts. But the moment he leaped into the arena, he completely lost his sense of direction and instantly became like a headless fly! With vengeful spirits swarming toward him from all directions, he couldn’t afford to stop for even a moment. He had no choice but to keep running, using techniques to reinforce himself while blindly searching for…
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“What kind of world-ending sorcery is this? Just looking at it makes me feel like my very soul is being drawn in!” “Exactly! And yet, those two—one old, one young—are still drinking tea and chatting away! Honestly, there’s not a trace of panic on their faces!” “No kidding! That white-robed man doesn’t even seem like he plans to make a move yet—he’s waiting for the other guy to fully charge up his technique first! Since when do people fight like this? Who lets their opponent finish…
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A chilling wind howled as the air filled with the scent of despair and decay. Wailing specters echoed ceaselessly through the surroundings. Grudgeful spirits with green faces, fanged mouths, blood-red eyes, and long tongues drifted through the eerie space. Their forms flickered as if they were imprisoned within this ghostly realm, unable to find release. Yet, within this ominous domain, a black-haired old man leisurely savored a roasted bird leg, while beside him, a white-robed man calmly sipped tea. It…
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"Duan Chen, can you still tell whether you’re a Demon Cultivator, a Demonic Cultivator, or an Evil Cultivator?" Hua Erniang’s gaze was ice-cold, her tone laced with mockery. "Demon, Demonic, Evil?" "Whatever it is—as long as it grants me great power, why bother making distinctions?" Duan Chen stepped out from the black cauldron, slowly descending to the ground. At the same moment, the pitch-black cauldron merged into his body. Seeing Hua Erniang’s now silver-white hair, Duan Chen clicked his…
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632.5 K • Ongoing
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“Lady Hua, do you see it?” “This is the person you protected...” “This is the kind of hypocritical, filthy, treacherous person who would betray others just to survive...” Duan Chen pointed at the middle-aged couple behind him and casually lifted the suppression on Hua Erniang. Her face pale as a sheet, Hua Erniang regained her ability to move. Her expression was difficult to decipher—neither joy nor sorrow. She walked to the side of the unconscious young man and, after confirming that he…
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632.5 K • Ongoing
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Perhaps fearing Hua Erniang’s gaze, the inn workers who picked up the blades—just like the bamboo-thin worker before them—chose to strike from behind. Duan Chen indeed concealed their presence, making it impossible for Hua Erniang to detect their movements. Leading the charge was a stout cook. Just as he raised his blade, aiming for Hua Erniang’s lower back, a cold gleam flashed before his eyes. The next instant, a young boy appeared in front of him, also gripping a dagger, its tip stained with…
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"Lady Hua..." "You've really disappointed me..." "I never expected you would strike to kill me without hesitation..." There was a tinge of bitterness in Duan Chen’s voice—three parts regret, seven parts indifference—as if, the moment he spoke these words, the "Lady Hua" he had held dear in his heart had completely departed from him. Hua Erniang flicked her longsword, shaking off the fresh blood in a neat arc. The blade, cold as frost and pure as snow, glowed faintly with a golden hue. "Duan…
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