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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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149 Chs

Chapter no.64 The Supreme Elder of the Spirit Mountain Sect; Viracocha

[ Spirit Mountain Sect - Sect Leader's Chambers ]

The sect leader's chambers were an impressive sight, reflecting the long and storied history of the Spirit Mountain Sect. Rich tapestries hung on the walls, depicting epic battles and legendary heroes from the sect's past. The ancient artifacts that adorned the room served as reminders of the powerful legacy of the sect. Intricate carvings lined the walls, their detailed images telling the stories of past sect leaders and their heroic deeds. At the heart of the room, a large table was covered with scrolls, maps, and other strategic documents, illustrating the sect's continued focus on progress and growth.

Yaretzi sat in the chambers, her eyes blazing with fury as she gazed upon the blind elder, Zhang Wei.

The tension between them was palpable, the air crackling with their combined spiritual Qi. Yaretzi's anger seemed to ripple through the room, causing the very air to tremble in anticipation of the brewing storm.