Xiyu shook in her sleep. In her dream, she saw faces, many of which she could not recognise. However, one person existed which instilled fear in her.
She dreamed of being the baby in the crib from memory and hearing the melodious voice again. This time, she saw the face of the owner of the voice. Her h
“Xiyu, Xiyu. You must not sleep,” Dongyue strived to speak emotionally, confused by all what was going through him now. His eyes were now streaked with tears; the connection was weak. She was in imminent danger. Pain shot through his abdomen, mirroring what she was going through at the same time.Xiyu was unconscious but shivering badly, with beads of cold swe
Ritual (continued)Dongyue knew from what he had read that within minutes he would temporarily relinquish control over his own body, submitting to the call of desire. He had no idea what that meant, but possibly that was what Xiyu was going through at the moment. He looked at her, and his chest throbb
It was a wondrous feeling for her.Dongyue’s gaze never left hers, deeply immersed in the mystery behind the galaxy of emotions within her dazzling supernovas. Like in the ritual chambers, she lost all sensation of pain, allowing him to wrap her intimately around his larger torso.
Hours later, Xiyu found herself standing, now in a bright commemorative red dress, in an assembly as Yan made his speech majestically from a stage. Dongyue was beside her, similarly dressed in a red matching suit. Now that her spellcasting abilities were restored and her health back to almost her usual self, she appeared striking. Red appeared to accentuate her snowy-white skin.
“Xiyu, are you alright?” Dongyue appeared concerned.She was looking blankly at the walls of her rooms, still absorbed by Yan’s words earlier. She had come to appreciate that in Muxue, marriage was more of an obligation rather than due to love. She saw the same for the other residents of the island. Wang Xi’er had been offered to Hanshan in marriag
Everything was faint when Xiao Tian opened his eyes. It was like he was reliving his nightmare. The first time, he had been a swordsman, practising the arts in the solitude of the mountains, when they were all assaulted by a group of masked invaders. His master was nowhere to be found, and his martial brothers were massacred.They had been murdered over gold and a f
Dongyue slipped her out of her garments readily. He took her by the hand, leading her to the end of the room. He pulled on a small hidden lever in the Temple to reveal an unseen exit. This exit, surprisingly, took them into another room, a bathroom. It had not occurred to her how he had found out about this room’s existence, or why Muxue Yan needed to build a bathroom in his temple. As an extension of his mind and wishes, bricks and earth did not make the structure, but the power he had come to own after being corrupted by evil.
As with the announcement the other day, drums sounded again to assemble them at the hall of Muxue Yan’s chambers. By now, Xiyu was beginning to realise her biological father had regained most, if not all, of his lost powers. Her ‘mother’ had often told her stories of how the chained man in the mountains had met his demise.Now that she thought of it, what had those tales, that she had heard so clearly even from others, said? The chained man had been betrayed by his kin. Though she was unclear of the identities of the people who had gone against him, she knew their combined powers had to be akin to his, or even more powerful to overwhelm him. She would never fathom the pain of betrayal.Beside Yan, Dongyue was her only kin now, having forged the union of a soul and ritual bonding along with marriage. The union would strengthen their ties in time to come, and if they performed dual-cultivation, they could work their ways to become an unparalleled pair.&