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Books by Maple Bathing Beneath a Tree
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The Sword Departs: Peace Falls, and Ten Thousand Sects Tremble 剑去：太平落，万宗惊
The Great Wilderness is divided into five continental regions, four seas, and countless wild lands, with thousands of sects. There are no true immortals in this world, and eternal life is a distant dream. Only the Venerable Taiping travels the land, guiding people through virtue and maintaining the balance with the Voidheaven Sword. His final words were: "The sword shall belong to the virtuous, and bring peace to the Great Wilderness." The world acknowledges the Heavenly Dao Pavilion of the Cent
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Some Old Stories 一些旧事
Time flows like water, or like a dead leaf drifting past the window on the wind. Even if you wish with all your heart to return to the past, in the end, you’re powerless! Fortunately, the time gone by wasn’t all scattered snow on winter days and birds unable to fly in the rainy season. There are always a few happy moments, and a few things that don’t go as planned. There are always secrets buried in the dust that haunt our dreams at midnight and stir our hearts. Dear readers, come and see. Take
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Tales and Encounters in the Great Wilderness: The Mountains and Seas Sink into the Deep 大荒故事见闻，山海沉舟
When I was little, I always thought there was a hero living in my heart, and a demon locked inside the trunk. But when I grew up, I realized the demon was the one living in my heart, while the hero was locked inside the trunk. In my father’s trunk were wooden swords, wooden knives, a wooden lock, and a wooden spear. The little wooden sword I’d grown tired of playing with as a child was lying in there too, as if my childhood dream of carrying a sword across the world and watering my horse whereve
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The Bone Painter 骨画师
During the Yongchang era of the Great Zhou, a mysterious painter lived in the capital. He used human bones for brushes and blood for ink, capturing the final moments of the dead. “Your finger bones would make an excellent brush.” The painter picked up the severed bone from the ground. In the moonlight, it gleamed like celadon. “Especially this little finger. Look, it still remembers the force it used to strangle that faithless man.” Step into a strange and ever-changing world!
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