Silavin
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As evening approached, Su Chen returned to the Medicine King Estate. In the following days, he noticed his fellow disciples, including Zhang Tieniu, were subtly showing more attention and respect towards their master, Li Kui. This behavior struck Su Chen as unusual. One day, while wandering around the estate, Su Chen came across a familiar-looking ham and local specialties hidden away in a storage room. He realized these items were identical to what Zhang Tieniu had. It dawned on him that…-
280.7 K • Ongoing
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For the new disciples, the theory of the three Dantians was still a bit advanced and not directly relevant to their current training. In the courtyard, the kids, under Li Kui’s guidance, focused on their Lower Dantian cultivation. They stood with legs apart, backs straight, and hands at their sides. Under the ancient locust tree, Li Kui stood with his hands behind his back, his expression serious as he explained, “To master martial arts, you must start by strengthening your Lower…
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280.7 K • Ongoing
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The frosty mist hung heavy in the air at Medicine King Estate, coating the eaves, tiles, corners of the blue bricks, and even the walls with a thin layer of frost. Most of the young disciples in the estate rose early, beginning their martial arts cultivation or assisting their masters with herb-cutting and stoking fires. The smoke from cooking fires twisted lazily into the sky, while calls for sparring practice echoed one after another—a busy day had begun. Pharmacist Li Kui resided in a…
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A thin layer of frost and mist covered the Medicine King Estate, shrouding it in a hazy morning light. Inside the compound, more than a hundred kids remained asleep, unaware that the massive iron locks on the courtyard gates prevented them from leaving even if they did wake up. At this time, a senior figure from the Medicine King Group arrived at the entrance of the compound. The leader was a dignified, bearded elder, dressed in a silk and satin gown, stroking a pair of emerald-green pearls…
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Beneath the frozen chain bridge were several fishermen waiting with bamboo rafts. When they saw the child fall into the water, they immediately pulled the struggling child out and handed him back to his parents. The child’s father and mother changed the child’s soaked clothes, while the uncles had built a fire beside the iron bridge to warm the child and drive away the cold, afraid he might catch a serious illness. One by one, more than ten children gathered the courage to cross the…
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280.7 K • Ongoing
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Su Chen held onto the copper coin and walked to the southern city gate, passing by an early-morning food stall. Initially, he had wanted to keep the copper coin as a memento. But upon thinking further, he reasoned that if the Medicine King Group were to recruit disciples and conduct tests, he would need his strength. Going hungry wouldn’t do. Su Chen thought about it and picked up a sharp stone from the roadside. He carved a crooked character for ‘ugly,’ chou, on the copper coin. Ah…
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280.7 K • Ongoing
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Dawn was just beginning to break when the rear courtyard of Heaven Falcon Inn bustled with activity. The clanging of Butcher Zhang sharpening his cleaver echoed from the large courtyard, accompanied by the bellowing and squawking of pigs, sheep, chickens, and ducks. Meanwhile, the kitchen servers scurried about, assisting the chefs in preparing for the day. Several chefs busied themselves with setting up dishes, scolding the clumsy servers as they worked. An elderly mess cook rubbed his…
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280.7 K • Ongoing
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Bone-chilling winds whistled through the gaps in the thatched roof of the firewood shed on that freezing winter night. Through one of the holes, one could glimpse the dark sky dotted with stars. The shed had no bedding, but fortunately, there were piles of dry grass stacked inside, which could serve as blankets. Su Chen and Ah Chou spread out the thick grass on the cold ground and crawled in, finding it warmer than cotton quilts, though the sharp edges of the grass did prick their skin. The…
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280.7 K • Ongoing
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From the west gate pier, walking further into the county for about two hundred meters, one would arrive at Han Mountain Daoist Temple. The temple gates stood grand and solemn, with red stone walls and black glazed tiles exuding an air of reverence. The bronze doors were majestic and imposing, while pilgrims came and went, burning incense and creating a misty and vibrant atmosphere—a bustling scene of prosperity. The Han Mountain Daoist Temple had a history of over a thousand years but had…
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