My Genesis Harem System in a Cultivation World

The path down from the tournament quarter was busier than Xu Tianlong expected.

Disciples in pale-blue robes moved between the upper courts with rolled notices tucked under their arms. A servant pushed a handcart loaded with practice staves. Somewhere above, steel rang sharply, then stopped beneath a barked correction.

Xu kept walking.

The folded tournament notice rested inside his robe. His sword rode at his waist. The new layer of qi inside him had settled cleanly after the afternoon breakthrough, heavy enough to feel when he turned his attention inward, quiet enough that nobody on the path had reason to stare.

The lane request was different.

Someone affiliated with a merchant house Su had named as a Golden Crescent rival had specifically asked for his lane. The registrar had known nothing else.

’A request isn’t a motive.’

That was all Xu gave it.

By the time he reached the lower guest grounds, the sun had dropped behind the western ridge. Warm light still clung to the roof tiles, but the courtyard stones were already cooling.

He stepped through the arch and nearly walked into an argument.

"I’ve already fed and watered them. The stable boy said he’ll sell us another sack at first bell," Cheng said. A loose harness strap hung over his shoulder, and dust streaked his sleeves. "He didn’t say who was supposed to approve it."

Shun was holding a bundle of folded cloth against his chest. "Then ask before buying it."

"Ask who? You?"

"Why the hell would you ask me?"

"Exactly my point."

Near the east-room door, Qing’er had her medicine box open on a bench and was reaching toward the cloth in Shun’s arms.

"If that’s clean linen, I can put some aside for bandages. We might need..."

"No." Xu’s voice cut through the courtyard.

Everyone looked over.

Qing’er’s hand stopped in midair. "Young Master?"

Xu crossed the yard. "Keep what you actually need for medicine. Don’t turn every clean cloth in Azure into a bandage."

Her lips parted. Then her eyes dropped to the box.

"I... wasn’t going to take all of it."

Feng leaned against the west-room frame with her arms folded. "Only enough to wrap the entire mountain."

Qing’er looked at her, scandalized. "Sister Feng!"

A quiet laugh came from the bench beside them.

Ruoxue sat there with her white-sheathed sword resting against the wood at her left. Her color was better than it had been on the road, and there was no strain in the way she held her back. When Qing’er turned on her, Ruoxue’s mouth flattened immediately.

"I didn’t say anything."

"You laughed."

"That’s not the same thing."

Xu walked past them into the north room.

Lin was at the low table, sorting ordinary messages from the guest steward away from his private papers. She looked up when he entered.

"Finished?"

"Registration is done."

He took the tournament notice from inside his robe and placed it on the low table beside the other private papers. His recruitment token remained where it had been secured.

Lin’s gaze dropped to the notice. "Anything useful?"

"Someone asked for my lane. Merchant affiliation. A rival of the Golden Crescent, according to Su’s information. No reason recorded. Final placement isn’t fixed."

Lin’s fingers stopped over a guest-house note.

"So someone wants you in that lane."

"Or thinks he does."

Feng’s voice came from the doorway behind him. "Merchant rival, specific lane request, and no reason. That’s enough to be irritating."

Xu turned his head.

She had left the west doorway and followed him in, but stopped at the threshold rather than crowding the room.

"Not enough to be anything else," he said.

Feng’s eyes narrowed a little. "I was going to say suspicious."

"Suspicion isn’t proof."

"Mm." The corner of her mouth moved. "I know."

Lin picked up the guest-house notes. "Then we leave it alone until we know more."

Xu glanced at her.

She gave him a calm look back.

He stepped outside again.

The argument had somehow survived without him.

"...and if the horses need feed before breakfast, I’m not climbing the mountain to ask Young Master Xu whether a sack of grain is a strategic decision," Cheng was saying.

"You’d get halfway there and complain about the stairs," Shun muttered.

"I’d complain while climbing them. Different thing."

Xu stopped in the middle of the yard. "Lin approves ordinary household purchases."

Cheng turned. "Even feed, Young Master?"

"Including feed."

Lin emerged from the north room behind him, the guest notes still in hand.

Cheng nodded toward her. "Lady Lin, the horses need feed tomorrow morning."

"Then buy feed tomorrow morning." Lin shifted the guest notes under her palm. "Use coin for ordinary supplies. Leave the Spirit Stones untouched."

He looked relieved. "Understood, Lady Lin."

Shun looked at Xu. "And messengers, Young Master? The guest steward sent these because you were away."

Lin lifted the notes slightly. "Routine lodging matters can come to me. If someone wants Tianlong personally, if an elder sends for him, or if it’s about the tournament, bring it to him."

"Understood, Lady Lin."

Feng gave a thoughtful hum from the edge of the courtyard. "So the first wife handles the notes. Efficient." Her gaze slid past Shun. "He keeps looking away from the outer arch while Cheng argues."

Shun’s head snapped toward the entrance.

Lin’s eyes moved to Feng.

The silence lasted just long enough.

"Then watch it," Lin said.

Feng gave a low, dry laugh. "That sounds more familiar."

Lin’s gaze cooled.

Xu caught Lin at the waist as he passed her, a brief pressure that made her glance at him instead. The edge left her face without disappearing entirely.

"Feng," he said.

She straightened from the wall.

"A glance means nothing. If someone keeps coming back, remember where they stand and where they go. Don’t guess."

"And if someone decides to be interesting?"

"If you lose them, you come back."

Her brows rose. "No heroic chase through Azure?"

"You’re bad at heroics."

"Cruel."

"You’re better at coming back with the truth."

Her smile thinned. After a beat, she nodded. "Fine. I’ll bring you facts."

Qing’er had started lifting a packet of herbs from her box. "Then maybe I should check what the guest quarter keeps in their infirmary, in case..."

"Tomorrow," Xu said.

She blinked. "But I can go now."

"You can also eat."

Her stomach betrayed her with a soft sound.

Feng looked toward her.

Qing’er turned scarlet. "That doesn’t prove anything."

Ruoxue laughed again, this time openly.

Qing’er spun toward her. "Ruoxue!"

Ruoxue’s expression stayed serene. "Still didn’t say anything."

Xu looked at the white-haired woman. "If the tightness comes back when you train, tell Qing’er. Otherwise, stop letting her hover over you."

Qing’er made a tiny offended sound. "Young Master..."

Ruoxue’s eyes softened. "Gladly."

"You too," Xu told her. "Don’t prove you’re recovered by making yourself worse."

The answer took a heartbeat longer.

"...Fine."

Xu let it go.

Ruoxue rose from the bench, took up her sword, and started a slow circuit of the yard. Qing’er shut the medicine box with a small huff.

By the time the last light left the courtyard, everyone had somewhere to put their attention.

Cheng returned to the service yard to check the 2 horses and wagon before night. Shun carried the clean linen inside, grumbling when Qing’er stole a narrow strip anyway. Lin dealt with the guest-house notes and tomorrow’s ordinary errands without dragging Xu into either. Ruoxue kept to her slow circuit with the sword in hand, setting her own pace.

Feng disappeared into the west room.

When she came out again, the blood-red silk was gone.

A black narrow-sleeved watch robe fitted close to her arms and waist. Her boots were soft-soled but solid enough for stone, and the short knife at her belt sat where her hand could reach it without looking.

Xu stood near the north-room side of the yard.

Feng adjusted her cuff. "Try not to miss me."

"Bring me something worth missing."

Her mouth curved.

Then she went through the arch.

The night swallowed her quickly.

Feng returned after the guest paths had thinned to scattered footsteps and lantern shadows.

Xu was still awake near the north room. Lin had gone inside. Shun sat where he could see the courtyard entrance without pretending he wasn’t tired.

Feng crossed the arch at an ordinary pace.

No hurry. No backward glance.

He waited until she stopped within speaking distance.

"Well?"

"There’s a narrow attendants’ passage below the registration and cultivation grounds," Feng said. "The tournament service wall runs beside it. The rear wall of an ordinary building closes the other edge. Anyone standing at the mouth can watch traffic coming from the guest paths without standing under the main lanterns."

Shun rose from his seat.

Feng continued before he could ask anything.

"Most of the floor is useless. Hard stone. Swept too often. But there’s a seam where dust gathers against the stone near a pillar. Shallow heel scrape there. Behind the pillar, a narrow patch of grit has been pressed and dragged."

Xu pictured the narrow approach below the tournament grounds.

"Someone stopped."

"That’s what it looks like. Long enough to shift weight, not just walk through." Feng rubbed her thumb against her fingertips as if feeling the grit again. "And whoever picked that recess knew how to stay off the easy ground."

"Like the road?"

Her gaze sharpened.

"Same kind of discipline," she said. "Not the same footprint. Not proof of the same person."

Shun exhaled. "Could be an Azure guard."

"Could be. Could be a servant hiding from work. Could be someone watching tournament traffic." Feng’s shoulder lifted in a small shrug. "I can give you the place. I can’t give you a face."

"Is there anyone to follow now?" Xu asked.

"No."

"A trail?"

"Nothing I’d trust past the pillar."

Feng studied him, then gave a thin smile. "So I suppose we’re not running blind through the sect tonight."

"No."

"Shame. I wore the good boots."

Shun snorted.

Xu looked toward the dark arch. He kept the lane request separate from the pillar and scraped grit. There was nothing tying them together yet.

"Morning," he said. "You show me the passage in daylight. We watch first. If someone appears, then we decide whether to follow."

Feng nodded. "Better."

Shun settled back down. "I’ll keep watching the arch, Young Master."

"Do that."

Feng turned toward her room.

At the west doorway, she looked back at Xu. Her emerald gaze lingered for a beat.

Then she went inside.

Later, when the courtyard had gone quiet, Xu left his sword against the north-room wall.

He crossed to the west room without it.

Feng opened the door before he could knock.

She was still wearing the black watch robe.

"You took your time," she said.

"You were busy."

"My watch ended a while ago."

"Did you?"

Her eyes moved over him, slow and shameless. "I can think of something better to do."

Xu stepped inside.

Feng shut the door and pushed the wooden bolt home.

Her short knife came off next. She set it on the low table along the south wall, then turned back just in time for Xu to catch her by the waist.

He pulled her into him and kissed her hard.

"Mm..."

The dry amusement in her face vanished against his mouth.

Feng kissed back immediately. Her hands caught his shoulders. Xu’s tongue pushed between her lips, found hers, and gave her no room to pretend she was still in control of the exchange.

"Mmh... Tianlong..."

He broke the kiss just far enough to speak.

"Robe."

Her breath caught.

Then she smiled.

"Yes."

The black robe opened under quick fingers. Boots followed. Feng left the robe and boots together beside the bed against the south wall, clear of the strip between the door and mattress. Xu stripped on the opposite side and left his clothes against the north wall.

When he turned back, Feng was standing naked at the edge of the bed.

Pale skin. Full breasts. Heavy, soft ass. It was only their second time together, and Feng still met his eyes with that same dry challenge.

"Better?" she asked.

Xu caught her chin and kissed her again.

"Mmph..."

His left hand slid down her back and filled with her ass. Feng pushed into the grip, a low sound vibrating against his mouth.

"Nn..."

Xu lowered his head to her right breast.

His lips closed around the nipple.

"Ah...!"

He sucked slowly, then harder, pulling the swollen peak against his tongue. slurp.

"Mmh... ngh..."

The last of her dry amusement fell apart when his teeth grazed the sensitive tip. Feng’s fingers tightened on his shoulder.

Xu let his mouth travel upward instead. Over warm skin. Collarbone. The side of her neck.

Feng tilted her head back.

"Hah... Tianlong..."

His tongue dragged along her neck before he took her mouth again.

"Mmm... ngh..."

Her body had already softened against him.

Xu’s left hand tightened on her ass.

Then his palm came away and landed.

SLAP!

Feng jolted.

"Ahh!"

Her eyes flashed when she looked at him again.

"That all?"

Xu released her waist.

"Down."

The challenge in her expression sharpened, then turned into something darker.

Feng went to her knees in front of him.

"Like this?"

"You know exactly what I want."

"Mm. I do."

She wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and leaned forward.

Her tongue ran over the head.

slurp.

"Mmm..."

Xu’s abdomen tightened.

Her mouth curved around him before she took more.

slurp. slurp.

"Mmh..."

Her lips slid down the thick shaft. The sound grew wetter. When she reached the depth her mouth could take comfortably, Xu put a hand behind her head.

"Deeper."

Feng’s eyes lifted.

Then she obeyed.

gulk.

"Nghk...!"

Her throat tightened around the head. She breathed through her nose, held for a moment, then pulled back with a wet gasp.

"Hah..."

"Again."

Saliva already shone along her lips.

She took him down harder.

gulk. ghk.

"Nnngh...!"

Xu’s fingers tightened behind her head.

"Stay."

Her eyes watered. She did.

A muffled vibration ran around his cock.

"Mmmgh..."

He let her rise.

Feng sucked in air and gave a hoarse laugh.

"You really missed my mouth."

"Open it."

She did.

Xu guided her back down.

ggk.

"Ghh...!"

Her throat worked.

gulp.

"Nnh..."

Pleasure pulled hard through Xu’s lower body. His breathing stayed controlled, but his jaw tightened. Feng’s hand at the base quickened while her mouth worked over him.

slurp. slurp.

"Mmh... ngh..."

Xu let it build until the pressure threatened to tip.

Then he caught her hair and pulled her off.

Feng came back with a wet gasp.

"Hah... stopping there on purpose?"

"I didn’t tell you to finish me."

Her lower lip shone. She licked it slowly.

"You really do like giving orders."

Xu caught her waist and pulled her up.

"Bed."

"Mm... yes."

He laid her back with her head toward the west wall.

Feng’s emerald eyes stayed on him as he lifted her legs and settled between her thighs, her calves over his shoulders. Xu planted his left hand on her right hip and braced the other beside her left shoulder. Feng caught his left shoulder; her free hand twisted the bedding beside her head.

No room left between them now.

Xu looked down.

Her pussy was already soaked. Pink folds glistened against pale skin, slick enough that the head of his cock slid through the wetness with almost no resistance.

Feng’s breath hitched.

"Ngh... teasing?"

"No."

He pushed in.

squelch.

"Ahh...!"

Her pink, slick folds stretched around the thick head. Heat closed over him, soft at first, then tightened as he pushed farther.

Xu kept going.

"Mmh... ngh..."

Feng’s fingers dug into his shoulder.

The stretch deepened. Her mouth opened on a rough breath.

"Hah... Tianlong... that’s..."

Xu drove the rest of the way until her body stopped him.

clap!

"Ahnn!"

Her breasts jumped with the impact. Her ass compressed into the mattress beneath his force and rebounded when he pulled back.

Xu felt her pussy drag along every inch of him.

"Good," he said.

Feng laughed breathlessly. "Hah... there you are."

He thrust again.

clap!

"Ahh!"

Her laugh broke into a cry.

"Still laughing?" Xu asked.

"Ngh...."

Xu set the pace.

Hard enough to shift the mattress beneath them, each deep stroke ending in blunt, full pressure that broke another sound from her.

clap. clap.

"Ah... ahn...!"

squelch.

"Mmh... Tianlong..."

Feng’s pussy tightened around him on the retreat, clinging to the shaft before wetness let him slide free enough for the next drive.

Xu’s abdomen flexed.

"Your pussy grips hard."

"Ngh... you sound surprised."

"I’m enjoying it."

That shut her up until the next thrust.

Then her eyes narrowed with pleased heat.

"Good."

Xu leaned down, keeping his left hand locked at her right hip. His right hand left the mattress only long enough to catch her jaw.

He kissed her.

"Mmph... ngh..."

His hips never stopped.

clap. squelch. clap.

"Ah... mmh... ahn...!"

Feng’s right hand tightened on his left shoulder. Her left hand twisted the bedding beside her head.

Her breasts rolled and bounced under each hard impact. Xu broke the kiss and put his right hand back on the mattress for support.

The pace climbed.

clap! clap! clap!

"Ahh... ngh... Tianlong...!"

Her voice had lost most of its dry edge now, but not its weight. Low sounds broke rougher as the pressure built.

"Mmh... deeper..."

Xu drove to the deepest point again.

clap!

"A-ahh!"

Feng’s back tightened against the bedding.

"There?"

"Ngh... yes... there."

He did it again.

squelch. clap!

"Ahhn...!"

Wetness spread beneath them. Her pussy had gone from slick to drenched, squeezing him in hard pulses that came faster each time he bottomed out.

A contraction hit around the head of his cock.

Then another.

Feng’s eyes widened.

"Tianlong... I..."

"No."

His right hand stayed braced. His left tightened at her hip.

He drove through the next contraction.

clap!

"Ahh! Ngh... I’m..."

"Come."

Feng broke.

"Ahnn... Tianlong!"

Her pussy clamped around him in fast, hard waves. Her thighs shook around his shoulders. The grip inside her became so strong Xu had to force the next stroke through it.

squelch.

"Nghh... ah... ahh...!"

Xu kept moving.

The orgasm rolled through Feng while his cock continued driving deep.

"Mmh... don’t... don’t slow down..."

"I wasn’t going to."

clap! clap!

"Ah! Ahhn...!"

The contractions dragged over him until his own pressure surged.

Xu’s jaw locked.

"Feng."

She looked at him through unfocused eyes.

"Ngh... yes?"

He buried himself until her body stopped him again.

clap!

Pleasure snapped through him.

"Fuck..."

His cock pulsed deep inside her.

spurt.

Feng gasped.

"Ahh...!"

Another heavy pulse followed.

spurt. spurt.

"Ngh... Tianlong... so hot..."

Xu held the depth through the last pulse, then moved again immediately.

His cock stayed hard. His breathing remained even.

He pulled back and thrust again.

Feng’s eyes opened wider.

"You’re still..."

clap!

"Ahhn!"

"Yes."

"Hah... of course you are."

Xu kissed her hard and brief, then resumed the same punishing rhythm.

clap. clap. squelch.

"Mmh... ngh... ah...!"

His release had made her wetter. Semen and her own slickness worked around his cock with every stroke, audible now.

squelch. squelch.

"Ahh... too wet..."

"You like it."

"Ngh... yes."

Feng clung to his left shoulder and the bedding while her thighs began to tremble around him.

Xu drove deep again.

"Ahnn...!"

Feng’s pussy clenched.

The last contractions hadn’t faded before the next rise started.

"Tianlong... ngh... I’m sensitive..."

"I know."

"You say that like... ahh... like it’s useful information."

"It is."

He increased the force.

clap! clap! clap!

"Ah! Ahh... nghh...!"

Feng’s head pressed back into the bedding. Her breath came faster now.

Xu’s right hand left the mattress.

His open palm struck her left breast.

slap!

"Ahhn!"

The full breast jumped under the impact, nipple hard, flesh rippling before settling.

Feng’s pussy squeezed him violently.

Xu hit the same breast again.

slap!

"A-ahh! Tianlong!"

Her back arched off the bedding.

Xu caught the same breast in his right hand and squeezed firmly.

"Ngh... yes..."

He rolled the swollen flesh in his palm while his hips kept driving.

clap. squelch. clap.

"Mmh... ah... ahhn...!"

Feng’s voice cracked.

"I’m close again..."

Xu squeezed harder, then returned his right hand to the mattress beside her left shoulder.

"Then come again."

"Ngh... relentless..."

Her mouth stayed open on the next breath.

Xu thrust deep.

clap!

"Ahhh!"

The next orgasm hit harder than the last.

Feng’s pussy contracted in long, crushing pulls around his cock. Her right hand dug into his left shoulder, held through the opening wave, then trembled.

"Nghnn... Tianlong...! Ah... ah...!"

Wetness leaked around him in a hot rush.

Xu kept moving without pause.

squelch. clap.

"Ngh... it keeps... pulling..."

Xu felt every contraction drag over him.

Feng let out a ragged breath. "Hah... don’t look so pleased..."

The hand on his shoulder finally lost strength and slid to his upper arm. Her other hand opened loose on the bedding beside her head.

Xu felt the change and drove deeper.

clap!

"Ahhn...!"

Feng’s eyes fluttered.

"Too much?"

"N-no..." She swallowed a breath. "I want more... keep going."

Xu’s mouth curved.

"Good."

He lowered himself enough to lick the side of her neck while his right hand still supported him near her shoulder.

Feng shuddered.

"Mmh... ngh..."

He kissed beneath her ear, then took her mouth briefly.

"Mmph..."

When he rose again, her pussy was drenched. Every deep stroke pulled a thick wet sound from between them.

squelch. squelch.

Pressure gathered again at the base of Xu’s spine. His cock stayed hard inside her.

The next full stroke met the deepest resistance her body gave him, and a whimper slipped from Feng.

"Ahn... womb-deep..."

Xu tightened his left hand on her right hip.

"Take it."

He drove fully home.

clap!

Feng’s body jerked.

squirt!

"Ahhh!"

A spray burst between them and across the bedding.

Xu pulled back only enough for the next thrust.

Then bottomed out again.

clap!

squirt!

"Nghh... Tianlong...!"

Her thighs trembled violently over his shoulders.

Again.

clap!

squirt!

"Ah! Ahhn...!"

Feng’s left fingers went slack against the bedding.

Xu kept the short burst merciless, driving fully home each time before dragging back just far enough to strike deep again.

clap!

squirt!

"Mmh... Tianlong... ngh...!"

Xu drove fully home again.

clap!

squirt!

"A-ahhh! Tianlong!"

Another orgasm tore through her.

Feng’s pussy seized around him so tightly that his next movement slowed against the contraction. Her body shook beneath him, breasts trembling, ass pressing helplessly into the mattress.

"Nghnn... ah... ahh...!"

Her eyes found his, and the weakened hand on his upper arm tried to pull him closer.

Without pausing, Xu let the short bottoming rhythm stretch back into full strokes.

squelch. clap. clap.

"Mmh... Tianlong... ngh..."

Her voice had gone rough and thin.

"So full..."

"Not yet."

Feng gave a broken laugh.

"Hah... more...?"

Xu drove deep again.

"Ahnn...!"

Pleasure tightened across his abdomen. Her pussy kept clenching around him, oversensitive, soaked, hot enough that each stroke dragged another physical reaction from him.

His jaw flexed.

A low groan escaped him.

"Feng..."

Her eyes focused on his face.

"Ngh... yes... Tianlong..."

Xu thrust to the deepest point and held her there with his left hand locked around her hip.

clap!

His climax hit again.

spurt!

"Ahh...!"

Feng’s body jumped beneath him.

Another heavy pulse filled her.

sprutt. spurt.

"Ngh... so much..."

Xu’s cock kept pulsing, heavy bursts of warmth filling the already flooded heat around him.

"Mmh... Tianlong... I’m... full..."

The last pulse faded.

Only then did Xu stop driving.

He remained inside her for a breath, feeling the last weak contractions around his cock.

Feng’s right hand barely held his upper arm now. Her left lay open on the bedding.

"Hah..."

Xu withdrew.

squelch.

Semen and wetness followed immediately, spilling over her swollen folds and down toward the sheet. A small red streak marked her swollen entrance.

Feng hissed softly.

"Ngh..."

Xu eased her legs down onto the mattress. Her thighs trembled in fading waves, then fell slack.

Her eyes stayed open, but their focus had gone soft. When she tried to lift a shoulder, the motion died halfway.

Xu steadied her at the waist and shoulder until the tremor in her thighs eased. Then he bent and kissed her, brief and easy.

When he drew back, Feng breathed against his mouth. "If someone bothers to spy on us before morning... wake me."

Xu pulled the blanket over her.

Then he dressed. Feng’s black watch robe and boots remained beside the bed, and her knife stayed on the low table.

Xu open the door, then He closed the door again him.

The north-room lamp was still burning.

Lin sat at the low table with tomorrow’s guest-house notes arranged into a neat stack. She looked up as Xu entered, then past him toward the courtyard for a brief moment.

Her gaze returned to his face.

"Feng won’t be taking another watch tonight."

"No."

"I thought not."

Lin gathered the notes and set them aside.

"She looks after you very thoroughly."

Xu walked over.

Lin’s eyes narrowed a fraction, but she didn’t move away.

His left arm circled her waist and drew her against him. His right hand brushed her hair back from her cheek.

"Yueyao."

"Mm?"

He kissed her.

Slowly this time.

Lin held his robe at the waist. Her mouth stayed firm for a heartbeat, then softened beneath his. She kissed him back, warm and unhurried, then stayed close when their lips parted.

"The passage?"

"Morning."

"You’re not going back out?"

"There’s nobody to chase."

"Good."

The tension left her shoulders.

Xu released her waist only long enough to remove his outer robe. He folded it at the foot of the bed and kept the inner robe on.

Lin settled beside him.

The room went quiet.

Somewhere beyond the guest wall, a late disciple crossed the stone path. Sandals scraped and the sound faded uphill.

Xu lay awake with Lin warm at his side.

At first light, Feng would show him the stone seam and the recess behind it. If someone came back and gave him a trail, Xu would take it.

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