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Swordbound Chronicles Mismaya and the Lightning Comet – Part I.
Winter is sweeping across the northern part of the continent. However, warmth permeates every corner of the Mystical Forest, which has become a unique realm in which magical beasts can live.The spring breeze blew softly, giving a warm touch to the skin of the faces. A tinge of orange seemed to blush on the cheeks of the tiny fairies fluttering in the city above the Lotus. They were laughing merrily, occasionally savoring the sweet lotus seeds.In one corner of the fairy village was the home of a fairy alchemist named Thelthorn. In the alchemist's showroom, three figures were engrossed in conversation. They were Thelthorn, Suma Fen, and Mismaya.From the start, Thelthorn felt something strange about Suma Fen's appearance. His appearance reminded him of a strong race in casting magic spells."Forgive me for asking too personally. Are you of the Elven Race? Or at least, are you of Elven descent?" asked Thelthorn politely.Sitting cross-legged on the floor, Suma Fen replied briefly, "Act
Swordbound Chronicles Mismaya and the Lightning Comet – Part II.
Alchemist Thelthorn turned around and explained that the wings Mismaya had chosen used rare ingredients that could only be purchased in Peace City, a mixed-race city in this realm's center. Hence, transporting the wing materials was expensive and had also increased compared to a similar price a few months ago.Mismaya felt deeply disappointed. Her dreams were dashed, and her desire to accompany the young master faded away. She had no more words to say other than to shed tears.Suma Fen, who felt compassion while needing a guide familiar with the magical beast realm, intervened. "One moment... Look at this, Mr. Thelthorn," Suma Fen said as he took something out of his spatial ring.It shimmered in a dazzling red glittering color. An aura of oppression emanated from the object in Suma Fen's hand."B-red Dao rank combat dagger?" screamed Thelthorn in a pinched voice. Dao rank spirit combat items were extremely rare existences. Its existence resembled an artifact object that was extremely
Swordbound Chronicles An Army of Daevas.
Three breaths passed, and Thelthorn heard a soft voice whisper, "Wake up!"Alchemist Thelthorn instantly came to his senses, awakening inside his workshop in the Fairy Clan City."Am I still alive?" he asked. He saw the young man in grey standing in front of him.Slowly, his memory filled up again, and he immediately remembered something."Soul attack! This young man is a Dao-ranked soul battle expert! Wretch! I've looked down on him twice. He seems to be able to read minds!" Thelthorn became panicked.Alchemist Thelthorn then walked on his knees and worshipped Suma Fen. He said sorrowfully, "Lord, I am sorry I have not seen an expert like you.”“Your existence and abilities exist only in ancient copies of the skills of the Elves of this world's early inhabitants. Forgive my short-sighted stupidity." Alchemist Thelthorn banged his head on the floor in regret.His crying was so regular that it sounded like someone singing a sad song.As we know, among experts who use soul power for com
Swordbound Chronicles Fire Arrow - Part One.
In this world, the limit of the ability to control the soul forces energy, which is more familiarly called magic ability, is a single living being. It is not as great as it was at creating the original world. Over time, evolution has dampened these mystical abilities until they have become almost forgotten dreams.In the ancient records kept in the libraries of the various renowned Sects and Clans of the Silver Continent, only two races were recorded as still possessing this ability to cultivate magic energy.The Elven race—including the group of elves still counted as their descendants—and humans were the two races that Heaven still blessed with the ability to cultivate magic or soul power.However, contrary to these ancient records, deep within the Mystical Ancient Forest of the Jinzhi-Tribe Village—or better known by its inhabitants as the Magical Beast Realm—there were several races of creatures that could cultivate magic energy on their own.However, their abilities are not as st
Swordbound Chronicles Fire Arrow - Part Two.
The Daeva's name was Dizr Azasi. Dzir Azasi is more famous as one of the Daeva group's warlords and the executioner of Daeva traitors—the Daeva group has five warlords.Dzir Azasi wore a mocking smile, adorning his oval face with a long nose pattern resembling a calico. At first glance, when anyone stared at the smile on Dzir Azasi's ugly face, they would be terrified. It looked like a male version of a witch's face."Humph, Mismaya, you're just a lowly elf," Dzir taunted, a mocking smile growing wider. "Please tell me, how did our young master, Uge Cart, pass away?""Our spies informed us that Young Master Uge, before his death, the two of you had played an intimate game of chase in the Mystical Forest," Daeva's tone sounded pressing. "Can you explain to me why did Young Master Uge become a thin slice of flesh?"Mismaya's heart was beating rapidly, like a drum. Of course, she was at a loss in this regard. She wanted to clarify the incident, but she didn't feel comfortable. The young
Swordbound Chronicles Fire Arrow - Part Three.
The evil fairy spirit creature's hissing sound buzzed like a bee. They stared in amazement as the grey-clothed man waved his hand.The result was that the hundreds of blue-colored fire arrows suddenly froze, turning into clear ice crystals when the cold wind from the man's hand touched the shadows of the fire arrows.Krak-krak-krak-krak!The sound of fire arrows turning into ice crystals rang out. Dzir Azasi, in that instant, became afraid. This was a figure who was not their opponent. Even a thousand Daeva troops would be useless against the man in grey."Run!" Dzir Azasi shouted.However, it was unfortunate. Dzir Azasi's gesture was futile. With a glance, he saw the grey-robed man waving again, and the Taufan windstorm was instantly created."By the gods... that is..."And those were the last words the Commander of the Daeva group uttered. Taufan winds from various directions suddenly came pressing down, causing all the Daeva to scream in anguish. Slowly, their skin was removed, lea
Swordbound Chronicles Explanation of Bijuu by Grandpa Honey Spoon – Part I.
Bread Doll City is unique and different from other cities. The town sprawls over hilly land, and many caves are on each hill. Despite being caves, their outer appearance is stunning, with vines and flowers planted in front of the cave windows.This is where the Bear race lives.The city's ceiling was made of interwoven branches of large, old willow trees, giving the impression of being under a green tapestry.The citizens of the bear race who pass through the city are similar in appearance to ordinary humans, but what distinguishes them is their tall and stocky bodies and the men who have dense hair around their mustaches and beards.The magic in the Magical Beast Realm allowed all creatures to take on human-like forms without being cultivated through the Realm of Emperor 6. Often, the townspeople would glance or stare longingly at Suma Fen and Mismaya, showing their astonishment.Mismaya, the little fairy, was a figure they frequently encountered, both in Bread Doll City and the Myst
Swordbound Chronicles Explanation of Bijuu by Grandpa Honey Spoon – Part II.
As soon as Suma Fen sounded like a flute, Mismaya was stunned by the sound. Meanwhile, Mr. Honey Spoon himself looked happy. The bear-breed man was delighted to be greeted with a voice like someone singing. He said,"This young master has come from a distant land. Are you and your little friend aware of the dangers? Such are the demigods you will encounter. Bijuu of all races will block your journey to Sihl Hill."Still, in a tone like the rhythm of a rhyme, Grandpa Honey Spoon answered Suma Fen's question. Suddenly, Suma Fen said,"Grandpa Honey Spoon, can't we talk generally without the need to rhyme like this? I know your bear race is very fond of practicing singing and chanting. But now I need information about the map and what dangers lie ahead.If you'll answer my question, typically, I'll strum the lute to a composition composed by the Elf Nobles. It's not only beautiful and melodious. The rhythm I play will help you, Grandpa Honey Spoon, experience a repair in your soul. I wil
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The Wind Rider – Part II.
Padre He Ping had been in a bad mood ever since. And when the Leopard Expedition leader said that these four coffins were specially intended for their White Lotus Temple, he waved his hand.Wush!A loud and powerful wind blew toward the row of coffins, like a fusion reaction.The wind punch floated out with a deadly attacking air, and instantly, the four coffin covers split apart, breaking into two.Padre He Ping's face instantly froze. He knew in his heart the four figures that were now lying stiff.They were Padre Mu, a practitioner in the fourth-level Earth Realm; Padre Gao Jing, in the third-level Earth Realm; Padre Ye Ying, a third-level Earth practitioner; and finally, Padre Yan Cheng, a practitioner in the second-level Earth rank.These four people had been sent by Padre He Ping to eliminate a young man named Guo Jiang, who had unmasked the benevolent Padre as the Flower-Picking Villain.He gritted his teeth loudly, inwardly vowing that he would go find the young man and finish
The Wind Rider.
The White Lotus Temple had closed its gates since dusk. This had been the custom for a long time when the shrine was opened to the public and served the devotees who came to worship in the Golden Pegasus Empire.Just as a child laborer, the future Padre of the temple, was about to close the temple gate, suddenly there was the clatter of horses' hooves in the distance. Even though it was fall, puffs of dust were kicked up.The boy named Afiu, dressed in a rough tunic of an unattractive gray color that the Padres wore to appear humble, stared in surprise as he heard the hoofbeats and shouts in the distance."What happened?" Afiu asked, confused.His friend Aheng, who was in the middle of sweeping the yard full of fallen leaves, also ran over to Afiu."Hold on a minute, little Padre! Don't close the gate of the White Lotus Temple just yet," a voice shouted from a distance, indicating that the person had high Qi power.Spontaneously, Afiu, who was about to lock the gate of the White Lotus
Afternoon in the Osmanthus Forest – Part II.
Still in silence, the four figures waited until about the time of the burning charcoal before taking action. The white smoke blown into the room was a weakening poison similar to a tranquilizer that could make anyone feel weak, asleep, and unable to control their Qi energy.After they had waited long enough, the four figures carefully opened the door to the room, now smiling at each other in satisfaction as they saw the targeted young man fast asleep, not realizing in the slightest that he was in danger."Take him! We'll kill him in the forest where Padre Virtue breathed his last. It won't take too long for one of the four shadows to carry the unconscious young man.Armed with the cultivation of the four people, all of whom were at Earth Practitioner Level 3 to 5, they jumped straight up and disappeared after moving several times across the roofs of other houses.The night passed quietly, and even the nighttime animals did not make any noise; it seemed that the Middle was also hiding
Afternoon in the Osmanthus Forest – Part I.
The afternoon sun was sinking into the western horizon, the yellowish-leaved trees, once lush, were now shedding their leaves with the fall season. The tips of the leafless branches, tapering toward the sky, almost blended with the color of the western horizon. It was brownish, a blend of apricot color and the color of old wheat.The wind blew softly, touching Guo Jiang's cheek, bringing a sense of familiarity, of homesickness.There was a young man who stood firmly, with a steady stance, majestically visible among the piles of dried leaves, some yellow and some brown.Sometimes the wind blew his hair, some of which fell over his cheeks, making him look even more mysterious.Suddenly, a strange and foreign-sounding language broke the silence as the young man shouted, "Vindangreb!"Unexpectedly, a powerful, tempest-like attack wind emerged from the void. It quickly formed hundreds of invisible swords, moving swiftly through the air, now slicing and tearing through a pile of dry leaves
Master Spirit of Moon – Part II.
Mr. Zhao Long's face immediately brightened. He felt proud when Guo Jiang mentioned that this painting must have been bought at a high price.He couldn't hide his pride in affording this expensive painting."Ah, young man, there's no need to ask about how expensive I bought the painting. But if I mention how much I exchanged, you would be very surprised," said Mr. Zhao Long, trying to be modest. Meanwhile, Guo Jiang only nodded his head."I took out 25,000 mid-rank blue mana crystals during the auction of the painting in a neighboring country," Mr. Zhao Long continued, his nose flaring with pride.Realizing that Mr. Zhao Long was eager for praise regarding his good taste in art, Guo Jiang praised the chief again.The smile on Mr. Zhao Long's face widened even more after being praised by Guo Jiang.'This young man is really good at winning people over,' Mr. Zhao Long thought. His hand moved, opening the drawer under his desk.Now he unceremoniously handed over a small tube suspected of
Master Spirit of Moon – Part I.
Guo Jiang observed the painting once again. He watched the face of the Master, the gray-robed Refiner, closely. His face looked very mysterious, as if the Refiner wanted to convey a message.The Refiner's eyes in the painting seemed to speak to Guo Jiang, urging him to "pay attention to the direction of my sword!"The sword in his right hand seemed to be pointing toward the large lake at the bottom of the cliff in the painting.'Hm... there is a small forest by the lake, and there is also an island in the middle of the lake. So beautiful and lifelike,' Guo Jiang thought.For some reason, Guo Jiang became interested in observing the painting more closely. His face was now two feet away from the painting."Owh..." Guo Jiang muttered under his breath.In fact, as he got closer and observed more carefully, he noticed that at the edge of the forest, there was a painting of a group of horses frolicking happily.However, what intrigued him even more was one horse in the painting, depicting a
A Painting on the Wall – Part II.
In a room provided for the law bureau and the family protectors of the empire, Guo Jiang was seen standing while Mr. Zhao Long sat at his desk.There were not too many decorations and ornaments that made the large room look impressive, but there were many portraits of figures who seemed to be the best representatives of the law bureau throughout history.Guo Jiang observed the ancient painting depicting a swordsman performing sword techniques on a high cliff filled with willow and peach trees.The face of the man in the painting looked majestic, as if the world was bowing to him. As he looked closer, Guo Jiang found a slight resemblance to the face of the great man in the painting. His face seemed similar to that of his mentor, the Gray Refiner."You seem to be interested in that painting, young man," said Zhao Long."Do you know who that young man is, or at least have you heard the story about him?" asked Mr. Zhao Long.Guo Jiang had promised his mentor, the Gray Robe Refiner, long a
A Painting on the Wall – Part I.
Padre Mu is a religious expert from the White Lotus Temple who serves as a spiritual tutor in the imperial palace. His cultivation level is at Earth Realm Level 3.A thin smile was etched on the face of Mr. Zhao Long, the Head of the Imperial Law Bureau of the Golden Pegasus. There has long been rivalry between the Law Bureau and the White Lotus Sect.Only the Law Bureau acts as the Emperor's right hand. However, over time, the White Lotus Sect, which established the worship temple, won the hearts of the imperial palace, and the White Lotus Cult was believed in by the Emperor and the palace relatives.The White Lotus Sect gradually took over many important powers in the empire, and the Head of the Law Bureau often clashed or disagreed with the side of the White Lotus Temple.Now, it was not surprising to reveal that a priest, or what was called a kind-hearted priest in that temple, was actually the flower-picking demon who was the enemy of the entire nation. It was clear that Mr. Zhao
The Man with the Four Coffins – Part II.
"That's right, Mr. Zhao Long. My name is Guo Jiang. You know that I'm the young Cultivator Rogue who took on the mission of capturing dead or alive The Flower-Picking Villain. And as per the mission given to all cultivator detectives, today I bring that flower-picker criminal for you to verify. Afterward, I expect the compensation that the law firm promised," Guo Jiang said.Mr. Zhao Long looked deeply at Guo Jiang, and in three blinks of an eye, he said, "Good job, young man. I would appreciate it even more if you could show me proof that this Padre of Goodness is The Flower-Picking Villain. To accuse a Padre like this is very dangerous if it is not accompanied by strong evidence."Guo Jiang, without saying much, then waved his hand, and a fierce wind blew, making the other three coffins burst open.The situation became even more chaotic after seeing the three lifeless figures. What was even more frightening was that two of them were the favorite disciples of the two major sects in t
