He Liansheng was still a man after all. Xing Shuishui pointed at his ears, signaling him to cover them, but he just stared at her, not moving. She froze, while creaking sounds continued from the bed above. She gritted her teeth, barely resisting the urge to set the two people up there on fire. The…

She felt her heart beating. Someone always cared about her life and death. Even more than she cared about herself. Xing Shuishui hadn’t expected this outcome either. She laughed, “It’s fine, it’s just a reference. If you don’t like it, don’t take it as one. If I don’t get the result I want, I’ll just…

Xing Shuishui fell asleep without realizing, slumped over the desk with the safety talisman clutched tightly in her hand. You are too good. So, what would it take to make you happy? He Liansheng. She woke in the middle of the night, lying in bed. Glancing at the peach wood talisman on the table, she…

When she cried, she didn’t know whose heart she had unsettled. He Liansheng moved without a word, his hand gripping the window frame as he stepped onto the snowy windowsill. Damn it, don’t cry. A white figure flashed before her eyes in the bright moonlight. Xing Shuishui looked up at him with reddened eyes. The…

Xing Shuishui couldn’t suppress her shock. Using living people to cultivate poison worms – did they not fear divine punishment? When Shangguan Houyue used the people of Luodan Kingdom to cultivate Luoyu flowers, Lingshan quickly discovered it. Yet Guan Wushan had been cultivating blood worms for years without any rumors. If she hadn’t come to…

Xing Shuishui gripped his fingers tightly. He Liansheng gazed at her intently, and she saw her own reflection in his eyes. Her heart seemed to experience a thousand avalanches, unable to calm down for a long time. He. Lian. Sheng. This youth who had been covered in wounds for her at the sacrificial altar, and…

The avalanche came too suddenly. No one had time to react. Snow covered the sky, blurring all vision. The village was buried under snow. It was as if the Duanmu clan had never existed. Xing Shuishui came to her senses and ran down, but couldn’t outrun the avalanche. Her feet slipped slightly, and her whole…

Through the Fusang leaf, Xing Shuishui saw the past and cried countless times. Back then, she thought the Sacrificial Platform was when he loved her most, but as memories unfolded, that was just the tip of the iceberg. Young love was too pure. She underestimated He Liansheng’s feelings. That stab must have hurt so much.…

In the golden autumn of September, during persimmon season, Xing Shuishui climbed up with a stool to pick persimmons, her sleeves rolled up to reveal fair arms. When He Liansheng returned, he saw her sitting on the tree trunk, staring blankly at the persimmon tree. He looked up at her in the tree, arms crossed:…

In the autumn of the 3723rd year of Yuanyuan. Two years after they parted. The cultivation world had begun to gradually forget her. Lingshan held its autumn festival. It was an annual event only mountain disciples could attend, and such a grand occasion naturally included debates on the Dao. The debates covered swordsmanship, spellcraft, talismans,…