Chapter Seventeen, Spirit, Oh, Spirit, to What Place Do You Return to.
Inside Li Xin’s “domain”, the sound of wind was shrill and bitter, sorrowful like ghosts crying. Held within the ghostly howls and demonic cries, was the sound of the blade’s edge cutting apart the air. Bai Li Shu hung down his eyes, and the long eyelashes covered up his emotions, and also covered up the shower of blades that filled the sky.
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Chapter Sixteen, Anticipate the Enemy to Go First, Then Calculate to the Point of Leaving Nothing.
Sly Swallow’s crescent-shaped evil aura flew up high in the sky. Not only all the disciples beneath the stage, but even Li Xin on top of the stage was paying attention to Bai Li Shu’s reaction.
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Chapter Fifteen, A Blade of Demon Eyes, Jackdaw Like a Sabre.
When the black-robed youth said this, the surroundings immediately turned into sounds of whispers.
Qin Jiu raised his eyebrows, and smiled, “Senior Li Xin truly is full of excitement. However, Senior Bai Li and I still have a deal that is not complete. Don’t know if Senior here can just wait for a moment.”
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Chapter Fourteen, a Few Pointers, From the Country’s Beauty.
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The grey-clothed disciple looked at him in surprise. Regarding his own Senior Brother’s personality, he still understood a few things. Even if it was Shen Chang Ge, with his temperament, the most he’d do was probably let Senior Brother laugh two times and give a few taunts, far unlike this extremely shocked look.
But speaking of which……
Chapter Thirteen, the Sect Market, Living So Noisily.
That was probably the appearance of what an immortal should have.
To hang one’s eyes down and watch as the blue seas turn to mulberry fields, and turn their hands to flip over the world and the human realm.
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Chapter Twelve, the Immortal Ascends Through the Clouds, and Observes the Sea’s Blueness From Above.
The original host’s cave-dwelling was not far from Jiu Xuan’s main peak, positioned on top of a lone leaning summit to its rear left.
The summit was named Qing Hua. With stones erected several hundred zhang, its appearance seemed to be formed by being cut, and the cliff-sides were extremely steep, with only the stone steps winding within the clouds, circling upwards. The cave-dwelling was located at the end of the stone steps, as though to be floating on top of the clouds, distant and indistinct, just like an immortal.
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Chapter Eleven, Praise of a Hundred Miles, Herd to the East Tome.
When Bai Li Shu came to, he smelled the faint aroma of sandalwood.
When he smelled this scent famed for being able to soothe the nerves, Bai Li Shu had a few guesses as to what kind of place he was in. He got up and looked around to observe this room. In the room neither big nor small, blue water cloud patterns were present all around, no different from the needlework on that man’s garments he saw on the third floor of the library.
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I realize readers may have a hard time recalling past footnotes with relevant info at times (especially with frequent references and puns based on names and especially more so later on), so I’ve decided to create a separate page with all the footnotes thus far. These will be updated after each chapter upload, and can be accessed via the main header under translations > Zhao Ge
and not created so I can personally keep track of what I’ve explained so far and not have to reconsider doing this at a later time and increase my load
Chapter Ten, the Mortal Realm Has No Attachment, thus Freedom Belongs to the Immortal.
Not knowing that Shen Chang Ge blocked off He Zhou half way for a fight after he left, Bai Li Shu did not directly return to his cave-dwelling, and instead went to the library pavilion located to the right of the main peak.
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Chapter Nine, It Did Not Withdraw Yet, the Ying Yang Folding Fan.
“Senior Bai Li, what kind of task did Elder Qin delegate to you?”
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After leaving the Assignment Hall, Shen Chang Ge hurriedly took two steps, and caught up with Bai Li Shu in the front. He hesitated for a moment, and asked.
Chapter Eight, Jin Tang’s Mausoleum of Ten Million, the Mortal Realm’s Peng Lai.
When they turned around, at a time unknown and a place not far from them, an elder appeared out of nowhere. A deep-black robe draped over that elder, with no decorative patterns whatsoever on the robe. The elder’s hair and beard was completely white, he bore a grim face, while his expression did not any relation with intimacy. Chilling, stern.
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