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CN (3)
7 Chapters Every 31.4 Day(s) 59 Readers 0 Reviews 02-01-2025
"Heartlessly, she tried in vain to seduce him into destroying his cultivation."... more>>
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“I heard Lin-niang, the young daughter from the Zhao family, had her heart ripped out by something, then tossed in the river to die.”
“Who said that? She’s not dead!”
“Her heart was ripped out, how could she not be dead?”
Not only was Lin-niang still alive, her personality had changed drastically. Dressing in vibrant reds and greens, she wandered along the banks of the black river day and night.
People said she was possessed, that she had lost her soul.
On a foggy and rainy day, a cleanly dressed, elegant-looking young cultivator came to the village to offer free medical consultations.
A few villagers helped the Zhao couple to bring Lin-niang to the cultivator’s bench.
Beyond the eaves, the raindrops pitter-pattered on the ground. The cultivator reached out to remove the talisman on her forehead and asked her: “What is your name?”
She recalled that when she was napping at the bottom of the black river, she heard a scholar reciting this poem —
“The divine pill stops Heng’e* from aging, desperate for a way to preserve beauty.”
She didn’t know what it meant.
But she smiled slowly. “My name is Ah Heng”
She was not Lin-niang, but a naturally-formed evil spirit.
Ah Heng wanted this mortal cultivator’s heart, to fill the hole in the chest of her new body.
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Cheng Jing Zhu was a student of the Palace of Pure Amethyst Clouds. Shouldering the heavy responsibility of the Hall of Medicine, he ventured out into the world to alleviate mortal suffering for the first time. Then, he met Ah Heng.
Dressed in bright red and green, she was forcefully brought to his bench. She smiled innocently at him. Ever since then, she constantly revolved around him.
Everyone said that Ah Heng was pitiful for falling in love with a cultivator.
No, she was not pitiful at all.
Cheng Jing Zhu knew that, hidden underneath her human skin, was the root of an evil spirit.
"I love her.
I know she wants my heart.
But I — will never give it to her."
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The gods are faceless. All rules come from the heart.
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*T/N Heng’e = Chang’e
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CN (3.8)
1 Chapters Every 218 Day(s) 123 Readers 0 Reviews 11-15-2024
- Innocent and World-Weary Little Princess X Arrogant and Unrestrained Young Assassin -... more>>
Shang Rong was born as the legitimate daughter of the Rong Prince's household. At her birth, strange phenomena filled the sky, and at the age of one, she was brought to the imperial palace and given the title of "Princess Mingyue."
In the thirty-first year of Emperor Chunsheng’s reign, the emperor's convoy journeyed southward, only to be ambushed by rebel forces, leaving the accompanying Princess Mingyue stranded in the southern province.
On that day, Shang Rong encountered a young man dressed in black in the snow. He held a blood-stained sword, with snow scattered across his shoulders, and his naturally clear, smiling eyes were remarkably beautiful.
The young man bit open the cork of his wine flask as he was about to pass by her but noticed her gazing longingly at his flask.
“Are you very thirsty?” he asked.
Shang Rong nodded.
The young man, his eyes curving with a grin, pointed his blood-stained sword toward the vast expanse of white snow. “Why not take a bite of snow?”
The delicate princess shook her head firmly. “It’s dirty.”
Amused, as if he had heard a joke, he asked, “So, you’re not bothered by *my* dirtiness?”
In the next instant, he pressed the wine flask to her lips, forcing her to take a gulp of strong liquor, satisfied as he watched her cough and blush furiously. His smile was both bold and wicked.
After he took her in, Shang Rong learned that he was an assassin. Every day, he killed people.
But after he found her, he gained a new task—taking care of her.
Her clothes had to be beautiful, her shoes embroidered and beaded. Her meals always had to include meat, and her hair, of course, had to be brushed by him.
One day, the young man, exhausted from a night of killing and barely rested for an hour, was yawning as he combed her hair. “You’re really a lot of trouble.”
His voice was slightly muffled.
“I’m sorry,” Shang Rong apologized sincerely.
“No problem.” With her looking up at him, he suddenly averted his face.
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“I must hold this sword firmly, —only then dare I ascend Yaotai to embrace the bright moon.”
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Reading Tips:
This story has a sweet and sour flavor, with mutual redemption themes.
The male lead saves the female lead not because she’s beautiful or because the author forced him to; he has his reasons, which have been clearly written in the main text.
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