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Ah Nu rode the back colt, closely following Su Chen on his horse along the narrow, winding path at the foot of Vaulting Mountains. Her face was pale with fear as she asked nervously, “Young Master Su, isn’t Daoist Qinghe the acting abbot of Han Mountain Daoist Temple and Daoist Han Shan’s head disciple? If we killed him, won’t the Han Mountain Daoist Temple find out and hunt us down across the martial world?” “Only you saw me.” Su Chen replied dismissively. “It will be hard…-
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Su Chen glanced at Daoist Qinghe’s left arm. The sleeve hung empty from the obviously missing limb, leaving only the right arm intact. Daoist Qinghe’s skills were such that few below the Grandmaster Stage could hope to strike him down, let alone sever an arm. There were no whispers in the Wu Region’s martial world about Han Mountain Daoist Temple’s abbot having fought and been heavily injured. It was more likely he was punished by Daoist Han Shan for losing the Immortal Book.…
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Laba Festival. The morning was abuzz with activity in Gusu County City. Streets were adorned with lanterns, and families had begun their ancestral sacrifices, slaughtering oxen and sheep to pray for a prosperous new year. Laba, meaning hunting, was about chasing game animals for ancestral offerings. Thus, on this Laba Festival day, it was customary to venture into the wilderness to hunt game for these offerings. However, Gusu’s hunts had always been small-scale, reserved for hunters and…
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Medicine King Group Leader Sun Baihong examined Su Chen from head to toe, his expression revealing a flicker of surprise. “No need to be tense. I called you here without any particular purpose. Earlier, I heard you remain calm and unshaken during the banquet, which sparked our curiosity. That’s why we summoned you. “Who would have thought you’re an executive disciple of the Medicine King Group? A commendable young man, calm and composed. Though you’re an Errand Hall disciple, you…
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The Heaven Falcon Inn buzzed with young martial artists exchanging cups and banter, enjoying the lively atmosphere as they discussed tomorrow’s Vaulting Mountains hunt and the evening’s martial competition. Ah Nu, Su Chen, and Ah Chou were also making plans to hunt and play on Vaulting Mountains together. Meanwhile, in a luxurious private room far across the third-floor hall, three high-ranking figures from Wu Region’s groups were gathered around a table, chatting casually.…
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Su Chen observed Ah Chou’s greedy eating and couldn’t help but smile. Today’s banquet certainly opened his eyes on how to spend in style. This half-a-kilogram-heavy Silverback Swordfish, sold by the fishermen to Heaven Falcon Inn for a thousand copper coins, once cooked into delicacies by the chef and served on the table, its price instantly skyrocketed tenfold, becoming ten taels of silver. Putting aside these treasures from Vastest Lake, presented dish after dish like a…
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“Miss Ah Nu, do not belittle yourself because of your lowly status. We are martial brothers, regardless of our former backgrounds; once we join groups, we are no longer under official jurisdiction. We are neither commoners nor ranked by noble or base birth—our worth is measured solely by talent and martial standing. Though Miss Ah Nu still holds official ties, you are a heroine in our Wu Region’s martial circles. Please take your seat! The young heroes have been eagerly awaiting your arrival.”…
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In a private room adjacent to the third-floor hall of Heaven Falcon Inn, separated by pearl curtains, a melody of ancient zither music quietly began to play. Everyone felt as if they were witnessing, in the southern Wu Region waterscape where the sun set, a fisherman drifting on the Song River, drunk and singing, his fishing boat echoing near the Pengli shore. The zither music only established a tone, yet it drew everyone in. “T-this zither sound is so familiar!” Among…
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The first-floor hall of Heaven Falcon Inn was full of large, packed tables. Martial artists, reeking of sweat, squeezed together, easily fitting eight or nine at a single table to create a lively atmosphere. Upstairs, however, most tables seated only three or four people in more refined private spaces. The number of seats was significantly less than downstairs. Tonight, the Wu Region young heroes banquet was being held here. Securing a private room on the second floor of Heaven Falcon Inn…
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