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Abnormal Immortal Record of Spooky Daoist

Li Huowang found himself teetering on the edge of reality, ensnared in a perplexing quandary. Was he languishing in the sterile confines of a hospital room, or was he ensnared in a cultivation world where survival was a daily gamble? The lines between the tangible and the imagined blurred, with each realm asserting its authenticity while dismissing the other as mere figments of illusion. Embark on an odyssey with Li Huowang as he navigates through this enigmatic existence. Delve into a universe where the arcane arts of cultivators intertwine with the unspeakable terrors that lurk in the shadows. In this world, existence itself is a precarious balance. Original Synopsis: The Bizarre Path to the Heavens, 'Dao', a narrative woven with the surreal tapestry of Deities and Immortals. But what is truth, and what is mere fantasy? Amidst the maelstrom of his own harrowing ailment, Li Huowang grapples with discerning the real from the unreal. Yet, it is not just the enigma of these otherworldly beings that clouds his judgment; it is the specter of his own affliction, a malady that threatens to unravel the very fabric of his being. He is sick, very seriously ill......

Fox Tail Pen · Eastern
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426 Chs

Chapter 151: Suspicion

Seeing Li Huowang dining in the hall, Top Scholar Lv instinctively shrank a head shorter and naturally plastered a flattering smile on his face.

"Taoist Master, please don't laugh. That wasn't an argument. It was just disciples of the Pear Garden debating over opera, haha, live and learn, right?"

The corners of Li Huowang's mouth lifted slightly, "How did it go? Arguing with those locals didn't give you a hard time, did it?"

At that moment, Top Scholar Lv had a belly full of joy with nowhere to share it, and as soon as Li Huowang struck up a conversation, he rolled up his sleeves, lifted his right foot onto the stool and immediately began to brag nonstop.

"Taoist Master, as you know, when it comes to singing opera, I've sung for more than thirty years. Could I be intimidated by a few lads in their twenties?"