Silavin
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In the lavishly decorated private room on the third floor, Governor Zhao Juzhen breathed a sigh of relief as he saw the blue-clad figure appear. With Immortal Su’s personal intervention and gold to redeem Fei Xingnu’s contract, there was no need for him to meddle further. He merely dipped his finger in tea and scrawled Immortal Su on the table before quickly wiping it away. Envoy Wang understood immediately. This mysterious blue-clad figure was none other than Immortal Su, who had…-
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“Master Wang is currently the highest bidder. Any other distinguished guests or young masters who wish to continue bidding? Five thousand silver once…!” Matron Li’s face blossomed into a smile, ready for the final two calls and to seal the deal on this night’s escort rights. Beside the stage, Young Master Wang Fuhao was already trembling with excitement, barely able to contain himself. Little did he know that his father, Magistrate Wang, was currently kneeling before…
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The gathered martial artists, wealthy merchants, and young masters gazed at the stage where Young Miss Ah Nu had just finished her dance. Her zither strings were snapped, tears streaming down her face, and they too felt tears welling up in their eyes, captivated by her performance. Thousands of guests in the hall sat in silence. Then, a loud, crude shout echoed from the first floor, breaking the momentary quiet of Mist Terrace. “Ah Nu! I’m Wang Fuhao, the magistrate’s son from Gusu…
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Mist Terrace, bathed in the soft glow of lanterns, bustled with life. The lounge on the third floor was packed to capacity with mysterious guests from various backgrounds, guarded by first-rate experts at every turn. The outside world was oblivious to who occupied the third floor. The second and first floors were filled to bursting point with prominent martial families from the Wu Region, wealthy merchants from far and wide, local dignitaries, and young masters of influential clans. They mingled,…
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Mist Terrace. The night’s curtain fell, bringing with it a chill. Ah Nu, nestled in the west window of her third-floor boudoir, gazed out towards Gusu city. She spied the strings of red lanterns hanging along the distant streets, their lights flickering like dying embers. Her heart ached for just one glimpse of those two familiar figures, returning victorious from battle. Two days prior, a skirmish erupted on Vastest Lake between the martial groups and the pirates of the Whale Gang. Ah…
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Two days later, the city of Gusu bustled with life once more. The battle to suppress the Whale Gang on Vastest Lake had ended, and disciples from various martial groups returned to Gusu. Briefly, the city gates had been closed to prevent pirates from entering and causing panic among the citizens. Everyone was anxious about the outcome of the battle. Fortunately, Gusu is far from Vastest Lake, so its people were spared the lake’s warfare. After two days of worry, word reached them that the…
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The Lord Envoy, Governor of Wu Region, and various local officials hurried to the shore. There they found a nondescript but large boat already docked. This was the Envoy’s official vessel, though it didn’t fly the court flag to avoid attracting pirates on the Vastest Lake. Zhao Juzhen, his mind racing with speculations about the Envoy’s purpose—likely seeking glory—grudgingly ordered his subordinates and officials to line up at the shore for the welcome. Two figures…
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As the sun dipped below the horizon, it painted Vast Lake in hues of red. On West Cave Mountain Island, the battle was nearing its end. The martial alliance chased after scattered pirates, hunting them down across the mountainside. Su Chen scanned the surrounding lakes but found no sign of Liu Hong or Li Biao fleeing by boat. Their whereabouts were temporarily unknown. He couldn’t help but feel irritated. The island wasn’t large, but neither was it small. Its ten-plus…
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Over ten thousand pirates stood with weapons drawn, bows taut, staring in terror at the mysterious blue-clad cultivator before them. Fear gripped them, each step retreating as they beheld a true immortal—not some charlatan like those fake Daoists. Daoist Han Shan, revered by all, and Mao Ziyuan, with his eccentric methods, had many followers, yet none dared claim to be an immortal themselves. The blue-clad cultivator’s display of power was no mere illusion; he decimated Han Shan, Mao, and Liu…
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