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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 181: The Great Honor

Li Huowang's commotion instantly startled Chu Xianguni back to a clear state of mind.

"Oh my, what's happened? Weren't you just asking about rice? Why have you gotten so fired up?" Her voice trembled with panic, as if she truly had no idea what was going on.

Li Huowang, who was prepared to strike, paused and looked at the puzzled Chu Mi Po in front of him with an indecisive expression.

He wasn't sure if she was pretending or genuinely clueless. Logically speaking, if they were truly interested in his "Xinsu," they shouldn't be acting like this.

"Are you going to ask or not? If not, I'm leaving," said Chu Mi Po, as she attempted to pick up her basket to leave.

Seeing this, Li Huowang actually didn't want her to go. He dragged a wooden stool over, sat down with his sword out like a grand warrior, and said, "I want to continue asking, so call that 'Heavenly Venerable' over."

Chu Mi Po hesitated for a few moments but eventually set the basket back down and lit the incense again.