Bozitte
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Li Qing flipped slowly through the section on refining corpses in the Corpse Refining Manual. Every so often, he couldn’t help blurting out, “This must be fate!” The section laid out a complete set of techniques. Most of which required the cultivation of a Corpse Path cultivator to fuel the ritual. Someone with strong Corpse Path cultivation could finish the corpse refinement in a very short time. For cultivators who didn’t walk the corpse path, there was only one option: store the corpse…-
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“Li Qing… eunuch Ruoshui?” Wei Nu shook his head. Clearly, he didn’t remember Li Qing, nor did he recognize him. “Fellow Daoist Ran, you brought someone along to hold back the living corpse under my control, didn’t you? Too bad. Anyone beneath the Xiantian realm has no chance of restraining it.” Wei Nu’s voice grew deep. “Even if the living corpse were restrained, you and I are about equal in cultivation. But I have youth on my side. In a long fight, you might not be able to keep up…
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After learning about the Corpses Path from Empress Yue Ling, Li Qing didn’t rush off. Instead, he took it easy in the Cold Palace, bringing her food every day and passing the time chatting with her. From time to time, he gave Ling Jiao pointers on her cultivation of the Flourishing-Withering Zen Art. Once she officially began practicing it, her face grew withered and gaunt, too frightening to be seen, and she often had to cover herself with a black veil. Every now and then he’d wander through the…
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“Twelve years ago, the Great Qian court had five Xiantian grandmasters, myself included. Now Rong Ku is dead, the Northern Garrison King guards the imperial mausoleum... What about the last one?” After paying respects at Rong Ku’s grave, Li Qing returned to the Martial Pavilion with Ran Bing and finally voiced the question that had been troubling him. Ling Jiao had already performed the disciple’s rite at Rong Ku’s tomb. With that, Li Qing had fulfilled the promise he made all those years…
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“Master Li, it’s been twelve years. Where have you been?” In the Cold Palace, a group of eunuchs surrounded Li Qing, even Concubine Ma looked on with curiosity. The Cold Palace had twelve eunuch posts. Since Li Qing’s disappearance, there had only ever been eleven. No one knew why. Until now. Turned out Li Qing was still alive. “Little Li,” Concubine Ma said, “you’ve been on the payroll here for twelve years without showing your face. Where exactly did you go all that…
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The twenty-fifth year of Jianwu, late spring. The Jianwu Emperor died suddenly in the Hall of Mental Cultivation. His passing came without warning, and the capital was immediately placed under martial law. The emperor had long trained in martial arts and kept himself in excellent health. Just days earlier, rumors had spread that he was still vigorous enough to share his bed with eight concubines in a single night. Yet now he was gone. Word raced through the capital’s alleys and…
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“Waaah... “Master, have you forgotten your disciple?” Baili Flying Eagle burst into loud sobs, shocking all the bystanders. This was no ordinary man. He was the capital’s number one thief, a guest welcomed even by nobles and royals, the heartthrob of countless young women. And now he was bawling in public without a shred of dignity. Unfazed by the stares, Baili Flying Eagle kept crying as he spoke: “Twelve years ago, at Jiuyuan Gully, in the apricot grove, a group of young men were…
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Don’t blame Li Qing, a Xiantian grandmaster, for mistaking the child’s gender. Back when those children first entered White Lotus Island, every single one of them had a shaved head. More than a year has passed since, and though this girl has grown a bit of hair, she still shows no trace of feminine features. Thinking of how the cultivation of Rong Ku Zen Art leaves one half-withered, half-thriving in appearance, Li Qing sighed to himself: This girl is ruined. Not that she ever looked like a beauty…
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The capital, heart of the empire, is a gathering place for the finest foods and cultures from across the land. From the nineteenth year of Taikang to the twenty-fifth year of Jianwu, if you were to ask anyone in the Grand Qian capital where to find the best food, the answer would always be: “Wang’s in the North Market. Nothing compares.” A female traveler pressed a passerby further, asking, “And what is Wang’s?” He told her: “It began as a food stall started by a former palace…
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In the eighth year of Jianwu, Li Qing obtained from Rong Ku the secret method of refining a false spiritual root—the Blood Spirit Technique. For that, he gave two promises. The first was to find someone with an innate spiritual root and pass on Rong Ku’s Zen Art to them. Today, upon setting foot on the island, he came across a child with such a root. It seemed like destiny had arranged it. The moment the child was in his hands, he burst into tears, wailing, “Let me go! Let me go!” Li…
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