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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.

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Chapter no.56 Demonic Qi

[ Mirror World - Citadel of Ganshin ]

[ Kunlan's Home ]

I found myself sitting at the dinner table in the peculiar, otherworldly home of Kunlan and Meiying. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but there was something about the place that seemed both enchanting and eerie at the same time. The room was bathed in a strange purple glow that seemed to ooze from the very walls themselves, casting an ethereal light on the entire space. It was as if I had stepped into a surreal dream or a vivid nightmare that I couldn't quite shake off, no matter how hard I tried.

I blinked in astonishment as I saw a tiny lizard, adorned with a miniature apron, roll a teapot towards the table. The teapot had a glass bottom, and there was a metallic dot at the side of the spout that, upon closer inspection, appeared to be an eye. The curious teapot seemed to have a life of its own, and the peculiar sight before me was so far removed from my everyday experiences that I couldn't help but be captivated.