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Murim: Struggle of the Weak

In a world where the strong prey on the weak, one orphaned boy must fight to survive. Abandoned and alone, he wanders the gritty streets, barely scraping by on the scraps of a broken society. But when a mysterious figure plucks him from the gutter and throws him into an abyss-like prison, he realizes his life is about to change forever. Trapped in this dark, forbidding place, he discovers the secrets of cultivation - a powerful system of strength and skill that can elevate him from a lowly beggar to a powerful warrior. But with rival factions vying for dominance and treacherous enemies lurking around every corner, the journey to the top will be fraught with danger. Fueled by the burning desire to rise above his humble beginnings, he sets out on a path of relentless training and unyielding determination. Even if he doesn't possess the innate talent of a genius, he will practice a thousand times harder. Even if his potential is limited, he will crawl his way to the top or die trying. Welcome to the World of Murim, where survival is the ultimate goal and the strong rule. Follow the epic journey of one orphaned boy as he fights to claim his place in a brutal, unforgiving world.

Adamo_Amet · Oriental
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Chapter no.92 Dual Cultivation

[ The Spirit Mountain Sect - Sect Leader's Chambers ]

The room had taken on a more inviting atmosphere, as it was filled with the enticing scents of traditional cuisine.

Ceviche, a beloved seafood dish marinated in citrus and spiced with vibrant aji peppers, was a tantalizing treat. Hearty servings of Lomo Saltado, a savory mix of marinated steak sautéed with onions, tomatoes, and crispy potatoes, were a feast for the eyes. Bowls of Aji de Gallina, a creamy chicken dish with a hint of spice and made rich with walnuts and cheese, added to the gastronomic delight. To complement the food, there were bottles of Chicha Morada, a tangy purple corn beverage, and Pisco, a traditional grape brandy.

At the head of this culinary extravaganza sat Yaretzi, the Sect Leader, looking across the table at her daughter Nayara and her guest.

Yaretzi's gaze, sharp and discerning, captured a similar glint in our eyes.