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The Book of Immortality
Author: X34L
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A few days after the slaughter at the Red Frog Sect, the townspeople slowly began to settle. Anxiety still lingered in the air — some feared the killer might return, this time to butcher ordinary villagers who lacked martial arts.

Arga’s wounds were gradually mending thanks to the Ganti Rogo healing art. His broken bones, however, required patient, incremental treatment; each adjustment was painful and difficult. Throughout his recovery, Lastri attended him with unwavering care — gentle, attentive, and efficient in every small task.

One afternoon Arga unpacked the items he had taken from the ruins of the Red Frog Sect. Nestled inside a coarse cloth bag were a few objects that he immediately recognised as important.

“This potion will boost inner strength… with this I can speed up my training in the Iron-Body Realm and ascend to the Realm of Mighty Strikes,” he murmured to himself as he placed a small red ceramic bottle on the table. He then drew out a small golden dagger.

Arga examined
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