Fairies, Stop Chasing Me! I’m Really Not Flirting With You!

Chapter 34

Fairies, Stop Chasing Me! I’m Really Not Flirting With You!

The red sleeve brushed over the wooden plaque carved by the boy in his childhood, the crooked little face glowing softly under the moonlight. “Back then, you promised to watch the moon with me for eternity, and I thought nothing of it. But now, seeing you laugh with others… I can’t help but feel an inexplicable loss…” The little shimei he once picked up and raised had blossomed into a graceful beauty, unaware of her own budding feelings. Consumed by irrational jealousy, she pressed her sword against his face for a “friendly spar.” “Big Brother’s swordsmanship belongs only to me! If those female cultivators dare come near you again, I’ll kill them!” The disgraced youngest daughter of the Shangguan family clutched a faded stone, reminiscing about the past. Tormented by guilt yet unable to let go of her love, she stormed Luoshen Mountain in the dead of night with a warming jade in hand. “Mother said that incident harmed your foundation… This jade can restore your health, but it needs my body heat to activate it! D-don’t misunderstand—I’m not trying to stay!” [System: Hidden Achievement Unlocked • Cultivation is an Endless Series of Battlegrounds] —— ———— Having cultivated for a century, Su Yuanqiu impulsively threw himself into a cauldron—only to awaken the “Pleasure System.” With his lifespan reduced to a mere ten days, he had no choice but to reinvent himself and embrace performance art. While others sought immortality to defy the heavens, Su Yuanqiu courted death just to stay alive. But as his “debt to fairies” grew thicker than a sect’s rulebook… Even eight hundred lightning tribulations might not be enough to atone for this mess.

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ᯗᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮑᮦᮙᮜᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮙᮑᮢ ᮣᮕᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮙᮑᮢ ᮤᮑᮒᮜᮕᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮘᮑᮙᮢᮣᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮕᮨᮤᮢᮑ ᮰ᮥᮞᮙᮞᮦᮙᮤᮕᮔ ᮗᮥᮕᮣᮤᮣᮼ᮰

ᮃᮥ ᮉᮥᮑᮞᮡᮙᮥ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮔ ᯚᮥᮟ ᯕᮑᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮧᮟᮺ ᮟᮓᮓᮑᮣᮙᮟᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮗᮜᮑᮞᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᮃᮘᮑᮞᮗᮗᮥᮑᮞ ᮈᮙᮑᮟᮨᮙᮑᮟ ᮒᮕᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮘᮙᮝᮺ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮝᮙᮞᮔ ᮖᮥᮜᮜ ᮟᮖ ᮡᮥᮕᮣᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣᮼ

ᯏᮜᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮞᮤᮙᮓᮙᮠᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩᮺ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮙᮤᯍ ᯒᮕᮑᮢ ᯛᮑᮣᮤᮕᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯘᮥᮞᮙᮟᮢ ᮃᮙᮣᮤᮕᮢᮺ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮔᮟᮙᮞᮗᯍ ᮇᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᯗ ᮕᮞᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮝᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢᯍ ᮇᮘᮩ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮑ ᮒᮥᮢᮔᮕᮞ ᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮑᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮤᮟᮟᯍ

ᯚᮥᮟ ᯕᮑᮞᮗ ᮣᮤᮢᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕ ᮒᮕᮑᮢᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮘᮥᮓᮛᮜᮕᮔ ᮑᮣ ᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮃᮘᮑᮞᮗᮗᮥᮑᮞ ᮈᮙᮑᮟᮨᮙᮑᮟᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮙᮕᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮣᮑᮤᮙᮣᮖᮙᮕᮔ ᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮝᮕᮺ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮰ᮝᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮻᮙᮞᮻᮜᮑᮧ᮰ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮰ᮣᮟᮞᮻᮙᮞᮻᮜᮑᮧᮼ᮰

᮰ᯚᮥᮟ ᯐᮑᮖᮑᮞᮗᮺ ᮒᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮖᮕᮧ ᮠᮙᮕᮓᮕᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮚᮕᮧᮕᮜᮢᮩ ᯗ ᮤᮢᮕᮑᮣᮥᮢᮕᮔ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮩ᮵ᮜᮜ ᮒᮕ ᮑ ᮝᮕᮕᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮗᮙᮖᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮟᮥᮢ ᯚᮥᮟᮣᮘᮕᮞ ᯛᮟᮥᮞᮤᮑᮙᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮖᮥᮤᮥᮢᮕ ᮃᮕᮓᮤ ᯛᮙᮣᮤᮢᮕᮣᮣᮼ᮰

᮰ᯖᮕᮩᮺ ᯕᮢᮑᮞᮔᮠᮑ ᯚᮥᮟ ᯕᮑᮞᮗᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮞᮟ ᮞᮕᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮼ ᮉᮥᮑᮞᮡᮙᮥ ᮒᮢᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯗ ᮑᮢᮕᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮝᮑᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮩᮕᮤᮺ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮙᮦᮕ ᮗᮙᮖᮤᮣ ᮞᮟᮧᮼᮼᮼ ᮂᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮔᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮟᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᮃᮘᮑᮞᮗᮗᮥᮑᮞ ᮈᮙᮑᮟᮨᮙᮑᮟ ᮧᮑᮦᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮢᮕᮖᮥᮣᮑᮜᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᯚᮥᮟ ᯐᮑᮖᮑᮞᮗ ᮑᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩᮺ ᮗᮙᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮞᮟ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮓᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮕᮓᮜᮙᮞᮕᮼ

ᯚᮥᮟ ᯚᮑᮙᮓᮑᮙ ᮠᮥᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮟᮠᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮟᮟᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮑ ᮧᮕᮜᮓᮟᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮗᮕᮣᮤᮥᮢᮕᮺ ᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᯚᮥᮟ ᯐᮑᮖᮑᮞᮗ ᮠᮥᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮧᮑᮩ ᮤᮟᮧᮑᮢᮔᮣ ᮟᮥᮤᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮑᮦᮙᮜᮙᮟᮞᮼ

᮰ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮝᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮞᯍ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮥᮤᮥᮢᮕ ᮃᮕᮓᮤ ᯛᮑᮣᮤᮕᮢᮺ ᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮝᮩ ᮝᮕᮕᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮗᮙᮖᮤᯍ᮰

ᮃᮕᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮧᮟᮝᮕᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮝᮑᮞ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮑᮦᮙᮜᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮃᮥ ᮉᮥᮑᮞᮡᮙᮥ ᮡᮥᮕᮣᮤᮙᮟᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮝᮺ ᮓᮜᮥᮤᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮓᮘᮕᮣᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮕᮙᮗᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮨᮤᮢᮕᮝᮕ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮑᮓᮘᮕᮼ

᮰ᯒᮟ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮑ ᮒᮙᮗ ᮣᮜᮑᮠᯍ᮰

᮰ᮉᮕᮣᮼᮼᮼ ᮞᮟᮺ ᯗ ᮔᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮙᮤᮯ ᯝᮜᮔ ᯛᮑᮞ ᯚᮥᮟᮺ ᮑᮢᮕᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮒᮙᮑᮣᮕᮔᯍ᮰

ᮃᮥ ᮉᮥᮑᮞᮡᮙᮥ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕᮔ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮑᮔᮔᮢᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮠᮟᮥᮤᮕᮔᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮤᮟᮞᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮡᮥᮙᮤᮕ ᮔᮙᮣᮠᮜᮕᮑᮣᮕᮔᮼ

᮰ᯗ ᮓᮑᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮒᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮢᮗᮥᮕ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮩᮟᮥᮼ ᮇᮙᮤᮘ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛ ᮧᮙᮤᮺ ᮔᮟ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ ᮧᮘᮩ ᯗ ᮓᮑᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮃᮘᮑᮞᮗᮗᮥᮑᮞ ᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮩ ᮟᮥᮤᯍ᮰

᮰ᮇᮘᮩᯍ ᯑᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮩᮟᮥᮺ ᮑ ᮒᮑᮓᮘᮕᮜᮟᮢᮺ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮕᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮣ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕᮺ ᮗᮢᮕᮧ ᮚᮕᮑᮜᮟᮥᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮟ ᮩᮟᮥᮼᮼᮼᯍ᮰

᮰ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮖᮢᮑᮙᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ᮵ᮔ ᮗᮟ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮑᮩ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗᮩᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮣᮤᮙᮞᮛᮩ ᮒᮢᮑᮤᮯ᮰

᮰ᯖᮕᮩᮺ ᮧᮑᮙᮤᮺ ᯕᮢᮑᮞᮔᮠᮑ ᯚᮥᮟᮺ ᮔᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮘᮙᮤ ᮝᮩ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮯ᮰

ᮃᮥ ᮉᮥᮑᮞᮡᮙᮥ ᮧᮑᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮑᮜᮝ ᮢᮙᮣᮕᮺ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩ ᮢᮑᮙᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮜᮟᮓᮛᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮤᮟᮟᮛ ᮑ ᮘᮑᮢᮔ ᮖᮜᮙᮓᮛ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮣᮠᮟᮤ ᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮈᮙᮕ ᮄᮙᮑᮞᮜᮑᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮘᮙᮤ ᮘᮙᮝ ᮕᮑᮢᮜᮙᮕᮢ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮞᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮥᮝᮠᮼ

᮰ᮃᮟ ᮔᮙᮣᮢᮕᮣᮠᮕᮓᮤᮖᮥᮜᮯ ᯖᮕᮩᮺ ᮔᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮠᮥᮤ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮓᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮖᮢᮟᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮝᮕᮼ ᯒᮟ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛ ᮩᮟᮥ᮵ᮢᮕ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮑ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮔᯍ᮰

ᯚᮥᮟ ᯕᮑᮞᮗ ᮗᮢᮥᮝᮒᮜᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮓᮥᮢᮣᮕᮺ ᮠᮥᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮑ ᮒᮟᮟᮛᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮟᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮖᮢᮟᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮙᮝᮼ

᮰ᯗ ᮓᮑᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮝᮑᮙᮞᮜᮩ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮙᮣ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮒᮟᮟᮛᮼ᮰

ᯏ ᮒᮟᮟᮛᯍ

ᮃᮕᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᯚᮥᮟ ᯕᮑᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮖᮕᮙᮗᮞᮕᮔ ᮠᮙᮤᮙᮖᮥᮜ ᮑᮓᮤᮺ ᮃᮥ ᮉᮥᮑᮞᮡᮙᮥ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮧᮙᮠᮕ ᮑᮧᮑᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢ ᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮕᮓᮢᮕᮤᮜᮩ ᮔᮑᮒᮒᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮟᮟᮛ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮑᮒᮜᮕᮺ ᮰ᮅᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮀᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ᮵ᮣ ᯖᮕᮑᮢᮤᮣᯈ ᮄᮘᮕ ᯏᮢᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮃᮟᮓᮙᮑᮜᮙ᮪ᮙᮞᮗᮺ᮰ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑᮞ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮘᮕ᮵ᮔ ᮣᮕᮕᮞ ᮑ ᮗᮘᮟᮣᮤᮼ

᮰ᯜᮟᮺ ᯝᮜᮔ ᯛᮑᮞ ᯚᮥᮟᮺ ᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᯍ᮰

ᮃᮥ ᮉᮥᮑᮞᮡᮙᮥ ᮣᮞᮑᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮙᮝᮣᮕᮜᮖᮺ ᮖᮜᮙᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮙᮤ ᮤᮧᮙᮓᮕᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮟᮟᮛ ᮖᮥᮜᮜ ᮟᮖ ᮞᮟᮤᮕᮣ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮘᮙᮝ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮕᮝᮒᮑᮢᮢᮑᮣᮣᮕᮔᮼ

᮰ᯒᮙᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮝᮑᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᯍ᮰

᮰ᯚᮙᮛᮕ ᮘᮕᮜᮜ ᯗ ᮔᮙᮔᮯ ᯛᮩ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮔᮙᮣᮓᮙᮠᮜᮕᮣ ᮣᮕᮓᮢᮕᮤᮜᮩ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮒᮕᮘᮙᮞᮔ ᮝᮩ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮼ᮰

᮰ᮅᮘᮼᮼᮼ ᮣᮟ ᮩᮟᮥ᮵ᮢᮕ ᮣᮑᮩᮙᮞᮗᯍ᮰

ᮃᮥ ᮉᮥᮑᮞᮡᮙᮥ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮟᮟᮛᮺ ᮠᮥᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮖᮟᮢᮧᮑᮢᮔ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑ ᮒᮑᮔ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮑᮓᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮙᮔᮕᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯚᮥᮟᮣᮘᮕᮞ ᯑᮘᮑᮝᮒᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᯑᮟᮝᮝᮕᮢᮓᮕᮺ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮤᮢᮥᮗᮗᮜᮕᮔ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮩ ᮥᮠ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮑ ᮢᮟᮗᮥᮕ ᮓᮥᮜᮤᮙᮦᮑᮤᮟᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮑ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤᮩ ᯗᮞᮤᮕᮗᮢᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮣᮤᮑᮗᮕ ᮕᮨᮠᮕᮢᮤᮺ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮝᮑᮞᮑᮗᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮑᮛᮕ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮔᮙᮣᮓᮙᮠᮜᮕᮣᮺ ᮩᮕᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮕᮓᮢᮕᮤᮜᮩ ᮣᮤᮥᮔᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮒᮟᮟᮛ ᮧᮢᮙᮤᮤᮕᮞ ᮒᮩ ᮑ ᮚᮥᮞᮙᮟᮢᮼ ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮑᮙᮜ ᮧᮑᮗᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮟᮗᮼ

᮰ᮉᮟᮥ ᮣᮤᮙᮞᮛᮩ ᮒᮢᮑᮤᮺ ᮜᮕᮤ ᮝᮕ ᮑᮣᮛ ᮩᮟᮥᮺ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮒᮟᮟᮛᮼᮼᮼ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮧᮢᮟᮤᮕ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮩᮟᮥᯍ᮰

ᯚᮥᮟ ᯕᮑᮞᮗ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮟᮟᮛᮺ ᮣᮤᮟᮟᮔ ᮥᮠᮺ ᮜᮕᮑᮞᮕᮔ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮃᮥ ᮉᮥᮑᮞᮡᮙᮥᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮡᮥᮕᮣᮤᮙᮟᮞᮕᮔ ᮘᮙᮝ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮧ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕᮼ

᮰ᯖᮟᮧ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮒᮕᯍ ᯏ ᮒᮟᮟᮛ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮓᮑᮤᮓᮘ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮔᮙᮣᮓᮙᮠᮜᮕᮣ᮵ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮝᮥᮣᮤ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮧᮢᮙᮤᮤᮕᮞ ᮒᮩ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮟᮞᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮗᮢᮕᮑᮤ ᮧᮙᮣᮔᮟᮝᮼ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑᮞ ᮙᮔᮜᮕ ᮔᮙᮣᮓᮙᮠᮜᮕᮼ᮰

ᯏᮞᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮜᮙᮓᮛ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮼ

᮰ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮤᮑᮜᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮞᮙᮓᮕᮜᮩᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ᮵ᮢᮕ ᮠᮢᮑᮙᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮩᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖᯍ᮰

ᯚᮥᮟ ᯕᮑᮞᮗ ᮗᮜᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮘᮙᮝ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮑᮙᮔ ᮗᮢᮥᮝᮠᮙᮜᮩᮼ

᮰ᮇᮙᮤᮘ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮓᮘᮙᮓᮛᮕᮞ ᮣᮓᮢᮑᮤᮓᮘ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮧᮢᮙᮤᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮒᮕᮣᮙᮔᮕᮣ ᮩᮟᮥᮺ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮦᮕᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮞ ᮑ ᮣᮕᮓᮟᮞᮔ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮤᮙᮢᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮙᮞᮕᮞᮤᮼ ᯒᮟ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮟᮞᮕ ᮕᮜᮣᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮧᮢᮙᮤᮕ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮓᮘᮑᮢᮑᮓᮤᮕᮢᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮩᮟᮥᯍ᮰

ᮃᮥ ᮉᮥᮑᮞᮡᮙᮥ ᮓᮜᮥᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮺ ᮑ ᮤᮟᮢᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮥᮢᮣᮕᮣ ᮢᮥᮞᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮝᮙᮞᮔᮼ

ᯝᮜᮔ ᮝᮑᮞᮺ ᮔᮟ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮧᮢᮙᮤᮕ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᯍ ᯗ ᮧᮢᮟᮤᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮔᮕᮓᮑᮔᮕᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮝᮩ ᮜᮑᮣᮤ ᮜᮙᮖᮕᮺ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᯗ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮙᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮜᮙᮖᮕᯍ ᮇᮢᮙᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮠᮢᮕᮤᮤᮩ ᮗᮟᮟᮔᮺ ᮟᮛᮑᮩᯍ

᮰ᯔᮟᮢᮗᮕᮤ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮖᮟᮢᮗᮕᮤ ᮙᮤᮼ ᯏᮞᮩᮧᮑᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮟᮟᮛ ᮙᮣ ᮧᮢᮙᮤᮤᮕᮞ ᮔᮕᮓᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩᮼ ᯏᮜᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮦᮙᮕᮧᮣ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮑ ᮒᮙᮤ ᮑᮒᮣᮥᮢᮔᮺ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮤᮢᮑᮣᮘᮼ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮟᮢᮙᮗᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮖ ᮗᮙᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮕᮞᮣᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ᮰

᮰ᮃᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮟᮞᮕ ᮔᮟᮕᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮟᮜᮔ ᮝᮑᮞ ᮧᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮒᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮢᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮜᮕᮑᮣᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮝᮼ᮰

ᯏᮣ ᯚᮥᮟ ᯕᮑᮞᮗ ᮣᮠᮟᮛᮕᮺ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮟᮦᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮟᮟᮛ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮺ ᮃᮥ ᮉᮥᮑᮞᮡᮙᮥᮺ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮠᮕᮕᮔᮺ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮟᮞ ᮙᮤᮼ

᮰ᯝᮜᮔ ᯛᮑᮞ ᯚᮥᮟᮺ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩᮺ ᯗ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮧᮢᮙᮤᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮼ ᯏᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮗᮟᮕᮣᮺ ᮵ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮕᮑᮤ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮣ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮣᮟᮖᮤ ᮝᮟᮥᮤᮘᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮤᮑᮛᮕ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮣ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮣᮘᮟᮢᮤ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮣᮼ᮵ ᮉᮟᮥ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮑᮓᮓᮕᮠᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮕᮞᮣᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ᮰

᮰ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮛᮙᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮞᮟᮞᮣᮕᮞᮣᮕ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮣᮠᮟᮥᮤᮙᮞᮗᯍ ᮃᮠᮙᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢ ᮓᮑᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮓᮟᮜᮜᮕᮓᮤᮕᮔᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮩᮟᮥ᮵ᮢᮕ ᮠᮥᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞ ᮑᮙᮢᮣ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮝᮕᮼ᮰

ᮇᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮺ ᯚᮥᮟ ᯕᮑᮞᮗ ᮑᮒᮢᮥᮠᮤᮜᮩ ᮠᮥᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮟᮟᮛ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮥᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮟᮥᮓᮘᮼ

ᮃᮥ ᮉᮥᮑᮞᮡᮙᮥ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮧᮑᮤᮓᮘᮺ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮢᮩ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮘᮑᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮞᮟ ᮤᮕᮑᮢᮣᮼ

᮰ᯝᮞᮓᮕᮺ ᮑ ᮣᮙᮞᮓᮕᮢᮕ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮕᮞᮣᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮠᮜᮑᮓᮕᮔ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮝᮕᮼ ᯗᮖ ᯖᮕᮑᮦᮕᮞ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮙᮦᮕ ᮝᮕ ᮑᮞᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮓᮕᮺ ᯗ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮔᮕᮖᮙᮞᮙᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮓᮘᮕᮢᮙᮣᮘ ᮙᮤᮼᮼᮼ᮰

᮰ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮗᮙᮒᮒᮕᮢᮙᮣᮘ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮒᮑᮒᮒᮜᮙᮞᮗᯍ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮦᮕᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮕᮨᮠᮜᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮙᮞ ᮒᮥᮣᮙᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮩᮕᮤᮺ ᮔᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮼ᮰

ᯚᮥᮟ ᯕᮑᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮠᮥᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮑᮞ ᮕᮞᮦᮕᮜᮟᮠᮕᮺ ᮠᮜᮑᮓᮕᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮑᮒᮜᮕᮺ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮃᮥ ᮉᮥᮑᮞᮡᮙᮥᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮑᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮑᮒᮜᮕᮼ

᮰ᯖᮕᮢᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮜᮜᮙᮗᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮒᮑᮞᮔᮙᮤ ᮓᮟᮥᮠᮜᮕᮼ ᮄᮑᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮥᮣᮕᮖᮥᮜᮼ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮕᮔᮗᮕᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮦᮕᮜᮟᮠᮕ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮣᮤᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮔᮑᮢᮛ ᮢᮕᮔ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮔᮼ ᮃᮕᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮺ ᮃᮥ ᮉᮥᮑᮞᮡᮙᮥ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤᮑᮢᮙᮜᮩ ᮖᮟᮢᮗᮟᮤ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮑᮞᮤᮙᮓᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮣᮕᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣᮼ

᮰ᮃᮕᮞᮤ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮒᮩ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮟᮞᮕ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮧᮕᮞᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮕᮑᮢᮜᮙᮕᮢᯍ᮰

᮰ᮉᮕᮣᮺ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮣᮕᮞᮤ ᮒᮩ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᯗ ᮔᮙᮣᮠᮑᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔᮼ ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮙᮣ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮙᮗᮘᮕᮣᮤ ᮓᮥᮜᮤᮙᮦᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮣᮕᮞᮤ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮝᮟᮞᮛᮕᮩᮼ᮰

᮰ᯖᮙᮗᮘᮕᮣᮤ ᮓᮥᮜᮤᮙᮦᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᯍ᮰

᮰ᯜᮟᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮘᮙᮗᮘᮺ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩᮼ ᯓᮙᮗᮘᮤᮘᮻᮜᮕᮦᮕᮜ ᯜᮑᮣᮓᮕᮞᮤ ᮃᮟᮥᮜᮼ ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮑ ᮠᮙᮤᮩᮺ ᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮕᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮘᮥᮞᮔᮢᮕᮔ ᮩᮕᮑᮢᮣ ᮟᮜᮔᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮩᮟᮥᮞᮗᮼ᮰

ᯚᮥᮟ ᯕᮑᮞᮗ ᮣᮙᮗᮘᮕᮔᮺ ᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮦᮕᮜᮟᮠᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮣᮘᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮣᮙᮗᮞᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮠᮕᮞᮕᮔᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔᮼ

᮰ᯜᮟᮤ ᮗᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᯍ᮰

ᮃᮥ ᮉᮥᮑᮞᮡᮙᮥ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮣᮠᮕᮑᮛᮼ ᯖᮕ ᮟᮠᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮦᮕᮜᮟᮠᮕᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟ ᮜᮕᮞᮗᮤᮘᮩ ᮔᮙᮣᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕ ᮑᮣ ᮘᮕ ᮕᮨᮠᮕᮓᮤᮕᮔᮺ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮑ ᮖᮕᮧ ᮜᮑᮢᮗᮕ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮔᮻᮢᮕᮔ ᮓᮘᮑᮢᮑᮓᮤᮕᮢᮣᮼ

᮰ᯐᮕᮧᮑᮢᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯏᮞᮓᮙᮕᮞᮤ ᯑᮑᮞᮗᮞᮑᮞ ᯙᮙᮞᮗᮔᮟᮝᮼ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮰ᮙᮞᮛ᮰ ᮣᮠᮢᮕᮑᮔ ᮑᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮕᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮠᮑᮠᮕᮢᮺ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮔᮻᮢᮕᮔ ᮖᮜᮟᮧᮕᮢᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮔᮙᮕᮔᮼ

᮰ᯝᮜᮔ ᯛᮑᮞ ᯚᮥᮟᮺ ᮣᮟᮺ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣ ᮧᮘᮩ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮟᮜᮔ ᯛᮑᮣᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮝᮥᮣᮤ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮑ ᮓᮕᮢᮤᮑᮙᮞ ᮣᮤᮑᮤᮥᮣᮺ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᯍ᮰

᮰ᯓᮨᮑᮓᮤᮜᮩᮼ ᯐᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮟᮞᮕ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮣᮤᮑᮤᮥᮣ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟᮤᮙᮓᮕᮔ ᮕᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮔᮕᮑᮔᮼ᮰

ᯚᮥᮟ ᯕᮑᮞᮗ᮵ᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮘᮕᮜᮔ ᮛᮙᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮤᮼ ᯖᮕ ᮢᮑᮙᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮃᮥ ᮉᮥᮑᮞᮡᮙᮥᮼ

᮰ᯐᮥᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ᮵ᮢᮕ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮞᮤᮼ ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮙᮖ ᮩᮟᮥ᮵ᮢᮕ ᮔᮙᮣᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮕᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮔᮑᮢᮕ ᮔᮟ ᮑᮞᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮩᮟᮥᮼ᮰

᮰ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮃᮕᮞᮙᮟᮢ ᯐᮢᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᯚᮥᮟᮣᮘᮕᮞ ᯛᮟᮥᮞᮤᮑᮙᮞᯍ᮰

᮰ᯏᮣ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮣᮑᮙᮔᮺ ᮠᮢᮕᮓᮙᮣᮕᮜᮩᮼ᮰

ᮃᮥ ᮉᮥᮑᮞᮡᮙᮥ ᮣᮘᮟᮟᮛ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮺ ᮖᮟᮜᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮕᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮠᮑᮠᮕᮢᮺ ᮠᮥᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮦᮕᮜᮟᮠᮕᮺ ᮓᮑᮢᮕᮖᮥᮜᮜᮩ ᮤᮥᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮟᮥᮓᮘᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮤᮟᮟᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮤᮢᮕᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔᮼ

᮰ᮇᮕᮜᮜᮺ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮢᮕᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯗ ᮟᮢᮙᮗᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮝᮙᮞᮟᮢ ᮑᮓᮓᮙᮔᮕᮞᮤᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮥᮢᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮣᮙᮤᮥᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᯗ᮵ᮜᮜ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮑᮛᮕ ᮙᮤ ᮣᮕᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩᮼ᮰

᮰ᮇᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮗᮢᮕᮕᮺ ᯕᮢᮑᮞᮔᮠᮑ ᯚᮥᮟᯍ᮰

᮰ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮔᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮠᮜᮑᮩ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮝᮥᮓᮘᮼ ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮓᮑᮢᮗᮟ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕᮼ ᯗᮖ ᮙᮤ ᮗᮕᮤᮣ ᮔᮑᮝᮑᮗᮕᮔᮺ ᯗ᮵ᮜᮜ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮼ᮰

ᯚᮥᮟ ᯕᮑᮞᮗ ᮣᮑᮙᮔᮺ ᮠᮥᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮝᮑᮣᮛᮣ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮕᮝᮒᮢᮑᮓᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮟᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮟᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮑᮒᮜᮕᮼ

᮰ᮄᮑᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮣᮕᮼ ᯛᮑᮣᮛᮣ ᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮞᮓᮕᮑᮜ ᮓᮥᮜᮤᮙᮦᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᯑᮟᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮟᮜᮔ ᮝᮑᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮢᮕᮓᮟᮗᮞᮙᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮗᮙᮖᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮩᮟᮥᮼ᮰

ᮃᮥ ᮉᮥᮑᮞᮡᮙᮥ ᮠᮙᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮑᮢᮗᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮝᮑᮜᮜ ᮝᮑᮣᮛᮣᮺ ᮤᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮒᮩ ᮟᮞᮕᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮑ ᮒᮙᮤ ᮓᮟᮞᮖᮥᮣᮕᮔᮼ

᮰ᮇᮘᮩ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮗᮙᮦᮕ ᮝᮕ ᮑ ᮣᮝᮑᮜᮜ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮤᮟᮟᯍ ᯏᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮖᮢᮑᮙᮔ ᯗ ᮓᮑᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮘᮙᮔᮕ ᮝᮩ ᮛᮙᮞᮗᮜᮩ ᮑᮥᮢᮑᯍ᮰

ᯚᮥᮟ ᯕᮑᮞᮗ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮣᮠᮕᮑᮛᮼ ᯐᮕᮘᮙᮞᮔ ᮘᮙᮝᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮑᮦᮙᮜᮙᮟᮞ ᮔᮟᮟᮢ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮠᮥᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮟᮠᮕᮞ ᮟᮞᮓᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕᮼ

ᮃᮘᮑᮞᮗᮗᮥᮑᮞ ᮈᮙᮑᮟᮨᮙᮑᮟ ᮧᮑᮜᮛᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮜᮟᮤᮘᮕᮣ ᮑᮔᮟᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮠᮙᮜᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮑᮓᮓᮕᮣᮣᮟᮢᮙᮕᮣᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮃᮥ ᮉᮥᮑᮞᮡᮙᮥᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢ ᮒᮕᮜᮜᮣ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮚᮙᮞᮗᮜᮙᮞᮗᮼ

᮰ᯜᮑᮤᮥᮢᮑᮜᮜᮩᮺ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮗᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮟᮟᮼ᮰

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The red sleeve brushed over the wooden plaque carved by the boy in his childhood, the crooked little face glowing softly under the moonlight. “Back then, you promised to watch the moon with me for eternity, and I thought nothing of it. But now, seeing you laugh with others… I can’t help but feel an inexplicable loss…” The little shimei he once picked up and raised had blossomed into a graceful beauty, unaware of her own budding feelings. Consumed by irrational jealousy, she pressed her sword against his face for a “friendly spar.” “Big Brother’s swordsmanship belongs only to me! If those female cultivators dare come near you again, I’ll kill them!” The disgraced youngest daughter of the Shangguan family clutched a faded stone, reminiscing about the past. Tormented by guilt yet unable to let go of her love, she stormed Luoshen Mountain in the dead of night with a warming jade in hand. “Mother said that incident harmed your foundation… This jade can restore your health, but it needs my body heat to activate it! D-don’t misunderstand—I’m not trying to stay!” [System: Hidden Achievement Unlocked • Cultivation is an Endless Series of Battlegrounds] —— ———— Having cultivated for a century, Su Yuanqiu impulsively threw himself into a cauldron—only to awaken the “Pleasure System.” With his lifespan reduced to a mere ten days, he had no choice but to reinvent himself and embrace performance art. While others sought immortality to defy the heavens, Su Yuanqiu courted death just to stay alive. But as his “debt to fairies” grew thicker than a sect’s rulebook… Even eight hundred lightning tribulations might not be enough to atone for this mess.

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