And yet, after Feng Qingyun pressed his hand against the mirror, the surface remained smooth and pristine, completely unchanged. He froze for a moment before remembering that Long Yin had seemed to infuse a trace of demonic Qi into it earlier. Imitating that, he carefully channeled a wisp of spiritual energy inside. But still, nothing… Continue reading

Feng Qingyun might never experience something that strange again in his life, no matter how many times he might be reborn. A chill ran down his spine, and his nape turned cold with a shiver. Previously, Long Yin had always joked about what would happen if there were two of him, but Feng Qingyun had… Continue reading

Unaware of the sudden shift in Long Yin’s expression, Feng Qingyun remained focused on his letter. He sat with his head down, mulling over the wording as he wrote. On one hand, he needed Bai Ruolin to ensure her own safety. On the other hand, Zhong Yulan was their shared Master. If there were truly… Continue reading

Surprisingly for both of them, Feng Qingyun’s first reaction at the moment he heard those words wasn’t shame but… A jolt of helpless bewilderment. The blood deed compelled him to obey Long Yin’s command, and so, it looked as if his slender, pale fingers instinctively moved and pressed against the collar of his robes. But… Continue reading

The golden curtain of the world shimmered in silence. Beneath the surface, the ancient blood deed hidden deep in Feng Qingyun’s veins seemed to stir faintly. As if sensing something, it began to react. But after being suppressed for so long by spiritual energy, the tattered and already fractured blood deed could no longer muster… Continue reading

The towering tree stretched out so vastly that it seemed to vanish into the horizon. Feng Qingyun stood in stunned silence for a long moment before finally managing to speak, his voice tight and restrained: “We’ve come on behalf of the fox Patriarch, intruding uninvited… I ask the Patriarch of the spiritual plant clan and… Continue reading

Feng Qingyun flushed from the tips of his ears all the way down to his neck, blushing so thoroughly he seemed nearly overripe. The fox clan had always been famed for their perceptiveness, so the moment Qing Luo caught sight of Feng Qingyun’s expression, he immediately pieced together what had happened. With a knowing smile,… Continue reading

When Feng Qingyun heard the Demon Lord’s explanation, his expression blanked for a moment. For a fleeting instant, he almost thought it sounded right, close to believing him. But he quickly came back to himself. Even within a dream, the last fragments of reason still told him no. Absolutely not. If they really did that…… Continue reading

The part that one was most unwilling to face, the so-called truth buried in the subconscious, was as painful as an open wound once revealed. However, to slowly heal wounds that were forcibly buried in the past, Feng Qingyun must, at first, draw blood. Even he, a sword cultivator who was known for his resilience,… Continue reading

The smell of wine and roses pervaded the dark, and ambiguous breaths were slowly exchanged. After a long time, Feng Qingyun squinted his eyes in the hazy light, asking out of nowhere: “Why are there so many fireflies in our corner?” It was a vague and seemingly irrelevant question. For some reason, when Long Yin… Continue reading