The sky was gloomy, with violent sounds – not thunder, nor beasts tearing through the heavens, but the clash of spells! The Lingshan people were clearly used to doing things their own way, unwilling to tolerate any opposition. They didn’t take the City Lord’s people seriously. They would understand the gravity of the situation once…

While her thoughts hadn’t fully formed, she was pulled into the water by He Liansheng. He drew a water-repelling talisman on her forehead, easing her sense of suffocation. He released his hold on her waist. All Xing Shuishui could see were small bubbles from their breathing. Looking down at her floating skirt, she raised her…

Xing Shuishui worried he might die any second, so she tossed him a medicinal pill. The young man bowed in thanks and quickly swallowed it, his complexion improving considerably. Xing Shuishui asked, “What happened at the Governor’s Manor before?” The young man’s neck began to flush again: “He was just an orphan! When he wandered…

The city of Buwenchen was unknown to the world. Its features could only be glimpsed through fragments mentioned by the Ghost King of Dark Candles—a place where humans and ghosts roamed freely, shrouded in thick fog, somewhat different from common perceptions. After much inquiring without results, Xing Shuishui remembered there was a Xishan near Buwenchen.…

Xue Zhuangxin pondered for a while. Was the Lingshan he mentioned the same one from her memories? The young cultivator spoke of the He Lian family… He Lian family… wasn’t that Lingshan’s He Lian family? The previously noisy area suddenly fell silent. Xing Shuishui pulled her hand back. He had just rattled off this shocking…

Only after crossing the Wangchuan River with her own body did she understand its true power. All the suffering imaginable in the mortal world gathered in these waters, shaking souls violently while leaving flesh unmarked. Rather than Wangchuan River, it might be better called the River of Suffering. Even with her cultivation, it was hard…

Water droplets fell from her eyelashes. Xing Shuishui couldn’t identify her emotions as she turned her head and spoke calmly: “Haven’t you all known who that cultivator was?” The ghost officer smirked. It was deliberate. How could such an expression appear on this dead thing’s face? Xing Shuishui looked at He Liansheng and spoke hoarsely:…

“The Hidden City exists in the mortal realm, eternally shrouded in mist and fog—truly a city of mist. Few know of it. It belongs to no country or immortal clan, governed by a single city lord who rarely interferes. Here, humans, ghosts, cultivators, and spirits coexist peacefully. Compared to your violent cultivation world, it’s a…

The tunnel reeked of rotting corpses. Xing Shuishui held her nose, thinking she should quickly kill that old scoundrel and leave this wretched place. As she walked deeper, she encountered several fierce ghosts. Without a second glance, she raised her hand and burned them with separation fire. Another ghost foolishly approached. Xing Shuishui kicked it…

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…