The glorious tale of Ancestor Tong Tian single-handedly breaking through the Thirty-Three Heavens, only to end up thrown into prison over a jealous squabble, had spread throughout the Immortal Realm, drawing heroes from all over to witness the spectacle. However, on the day he was released from prison, Tong Tian himself did not find it… Continue reading

After Yue Jinshu followed Feng Qingyun’s gaze and spotted Mu Hanyang, she froze for a moment, suddenly feeling even more anxious than the people actually involved. Oh no… the ex-husband has come to the door! Cold sweat instantly broke out across her back. She instinctively glanced around, searching for Long Yin’s figure, but after scanning… Continue reading

When the kiss finally ended, Feng Qingyun immediately pulled away. The heart demon, however, cupped the back of his head and kissed him again. His aggressiveness was simply overwhelming. Feng Qingyun instinctively tried to retreat, but the moment the other’s tongue slipped into his mouth, he obediently stilled.  Unlike the straightforward original, this one had… Continue reading

Even as innocent as Feng Qingyun was, he still knew perfectly well what the word Desire represented among the seven emotions. The moment he saw the man undo his sash and lean in as though about to pin him down, Feng Qingyun instantly snapped back to his senses. Clutching his robes tightly to his chest like someone… Continue reading

Feng Qingyun had long since grown accustomed to being worn down by Mu Hanyang. By now, he had already prepared himself for demands such as breaking off one of his branches, or perhaps something even more excessive. After all, Long Yin was the Demon Emperor. The man was infamous for his unpredictable temper, and no… Continue reading

Inside the Xiān Gōng Sect, Mu Hanyang stood by the bedside, staring at the person lying there without blinking. The man had his eyes tightly shut, his complexion ashen, dark Qi gathering between his brows. He looked every bit like someone gravely wounded, hovering on the edge of death. Blood continued to seep endlessly from… Continue reading

“What’s wrong?” Long Yin’s voice sounded from behind him, abruptly pulling Feng Qingyun out of that strange, indescribable state. “Nothing.” Feng Qingyun snapped back to himself and shook his head.  Beneath Long Yin’s thoughtful gaze, he pressed his lips together without explaining and stepped into the Xiān Gōng Sect. Long Yin narrowed his eyes and… Continue reading

Beneath the dim, amber glow of the lamps, the low table set next to the bed concealed the two figures behind it. In the eighteen years since taking human form, the greatest hardship Feng Qingyun had ever suffered was having his confession rejected. Everything else in his life had been smooth sailing, carefree and blessed.… Continue reading

The moment Feng Qingyun said those words, silence descended over the room. Only increasingly heavy breathing remained, along with the rich fragrance of roses so dense it seemed ready to condense into droplets. Leaning comfortably against Long Yin’s chest, Feng Qingyun looked at him through half-lidded, wine-hazed eyes. Long Yin’s Adam’s apple bobbed. After a… Continue reading

The oppressive atmosphere in the room became so heavy it was almost visible. Long Yin’s hand tightened around the waist of the person in his arms. His pupils could no longer be restrained, as they transformed completely into a dragon’s vertical slit pupils, radiating an overwhelming sense of pressure. Feng Qingyun had just been secretly… Continue reading