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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 · Oriental
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459 Chs
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Chapter 92 December 18

Hearing Li Huowang say this, Wu Qing, whose half-swollen face had yet to recover, scoffed coldly, shifted his stool with a bowl in hand, and turned his back to the young man who had just emerged from the west wing.

"Ha, that would make me look petty, wouldn't it, Brother Li? Convincing him must have cost you quite a few silvers, right?"

Having finished speaking, he walked straight into the hall, took a beige corn bun from the bowl, and started gnawing on it.

"Hey! You brat, what kind of manner is that to speak in! Born without manners, were you?"

With the support of Li Huowang, Wu Qing was clearly more assertive than when he had been tied up the night before.

On hearing the old man dare to slander his own mother, the anger he couldn't suppress exploded in an instant. With a "clang," the longsword, sharp enough to cut through iron as if it were mud, was drawn and pointed directly at Wu Qing's goatee. "Say it again if you dare!"