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The Black Star Monarch

Li Jun was cast out of his family after his father's death. Bullied by his cousins and robbed by his uncle, his upbringing was less than pleasant. Despite that, Li Jun tried his best to live a quiet life; he kept to himself and worked hard to earn a living. However, fate dealt a cruel blow when a vicious attack left him unable to work again. Li Jun fell into despair. It was only through the selfless sacrifice of his devoted mother that a glimmer of redemption emerged as she sold off her final sliver of wealth to afford him a chance at a better life. Just when all seemed lost, a mysterious silver ring, seemingly tossed from the hands of celestials, descended from the heavens. Upon receiving the celestial gift, Li Jun's life took a surprising turn. As the layers of deceit peeled away, Li Jun found himself thrust into a web of lies that began to unravel before him. Compelled to untangle the enigmatic circumstances surrounding his father's demise and the orchestrated misfortunes that befell him, Li Jun strode on through the world of cultivation as the heavens trembled at his feet. He had seen a whisper of despair and vowed to never glance upon it again. ______________________________ Hello Author here. :) I just wanted to let you all know that I have a discord server and if you would like to join the community and discuss topics regarding this novel or other novels in general feel free to join. We have various sections for different hobbies so you can show off your skills so if you want to stop by. Discord.gg/KbBF8XP

Zero_Things · Fantaisie
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Li Jun clenched his teeth. Sweat dripped down from his brow and trickled past his eyes. He wrapped his hands around the hilt of his sword so tightly that his fingers looked as if they were sculpted from chalk. 

A faint glow ran along the length of the dark, shimmering blade, buzzing and flickering above the frozen, snow-covered earth. As he looked up at his sword, he fell into a daze, thinking about what it took to reach this stage.

The frost had fallen. Five months had passed since the rebellion in Spirit City, and its residents prepared to enter the new year with another quarterly festival. Unlike the summer festival, which ended in disaster, Shen Tai had made all the preparations himself, or at least hired a group to make preparations for him, to help the people forget what had happened.