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,…

Past the ice wall lay the lands of the Duanmu clan. Despite being mentally prepared, Xing Shuishui still sighed at the desolate scene before her: collapsed houses, crumbling walls, with white snow covering broken bridges. Human limbs mixed with rubble, tattered cloth caught on wall bricks, splattered with blood that had long since turned black.…

After leaving the fox spirit dwelling, the snowstorm outside remained fierce. Xing Shuishui raised her hand to block the wind as she ran forward, but her legs sank into the snow, nearly falling. She reached down to pull herself free. Du Dizhu watched her like she was an idiot. He Liansheng lifted her entirely out…

The fox spirit pounced forward. He Liansheng’s lips curved into a contemptuous smile. He didn’t even bother drawing his Taoyuan sword, using just his sword intent to force back the attackers. The fox spirit turned and lunged at Xing Shuishui instead. Xing Shuishui moved unhurriedly, her fingertips lightly pressing against her blade. With a swift…

Du Dizhu sneered, “What nonsense are you talking about? Jing Wushuang only taught me mirror arts. After his death, I’m the only one who knows them. Don’t mistake inferior techniques for mirror arts. If you haven’t seen the real thing, I’ll show you now.” He raised his dragon bone knife toward her, his expression cold.…

Cangchuan was colder than Fengchun Town, with year-round harsh winters. Under the grey sky stretched endless snow-capped mountains dotted with wooden and stone watchtowers. The houses were scattered, with flat roofs and narrow windows. The window paper was decorated with colorful animal totems, and silver four-cornered bells hung beneath the eaves. Xing Shuishui looked away,…

Outside the Spirit Mirror. Xue Sansi grabbed He Liansheng and attacked, swinging his spirit fan to create wind blades without mercy. He Liansheng didn’t use his Peach Source Sword, dodging sideways and catching the fan with his bare hands. The spirit fan hummed between his fingers as the surrounding air shattered. Xue Sansi sneered, “He…

Xing Shuishui found Guan Yinzi quite interesting. Despite being thoroughly evil and hunted by everyone, he still wanted to raise someone to follow the righteous path. Guan Yinzi patted him lightly. As Guan Wushan read poetry while stroking the fox’s fur, Xing Shuishui got goosebumps. She could sense that the fox was gradually lowering its…

“Betraying the Way?” Li Guanxing froze, almost blurting out, “He Liansheng, do you know what you’re saying?” Hadn’t he thought about the consequences? The He family wouldn’t spare him, Lingshan wouldn’t spare him, and the entire world wouldn’t spare him! All for a spirit. Disregarding life and death, betraying the Way. He looked at Xing…