246 - The Elderless Tenth Peak (2)
The Tenth Peak.
The home of the Second Lineage of the three lineages of the Ye Clan.
The place where the strongest cultivators of the sect, the Battle Court, trained.
…and the poorest, most desolate place within the entire Ye Sect.
As someone who had lived her entire life showered in wealth and resources, did Zhi Ruo find her current living conditions pathetic?
That could be argued to be so.
First of all, it could be said that the Tenth Peak was the place that received the least attention and had the smallest allocation of cultivation resources.
The Y
247 - The Elderless Tenth Peak (3)What is a cultivation genius?Someone who was lucky to be born with talent?Someone who could reach a realm higher than his peers?Someone who could fight more than two cultivators of the same stage?Someone who could easily comprehend a battle technique faster than the rest?If that was how the term genius was used, then there ought to be a handful of geniuses in each generation of the Ye Sect.Ye Mo, who outclassed all these geniuses with pure willpower and effort, should be called a monster.A Nascent Divinity Realm cultivator at the age of thirty,
248 - Please Bring Him Back! (1)Back to the present time, the Ye Sect remained in ruins.Thanks to the arrival of Immortal Wuwei and his disciples, the amount of casualties no longer increased, yet the damage from the attack of the demonic cultivators could not be measured in the short term.One could see Tenth Peak covered in a thick mist-like fog. Looking at it gave off a seamless, dreamy quality, as if it marked the boundary between reality and illusion, and if not for the gigantic mythical creature, the White Tiger, guarding the mountain, many innocent souls would have succumbed to the alluring temptation posed by the mist-like fog.WIth a wave of his paw, Immortal Wuwei was as if thunder roared in the area, warning anyone from coming closer.
249 - Please Bring Him Back! (2)For the original Yin, bringing back a soul into its host body would be as easy and quick as a snap of a finger, what more bringing back someone who had just recently died. It would take some effort, like someone with the sufficient skills and knowledge on souls, appropriate heavenly elixirs and tremendous qi, but with Immortal Wuwei and his disciples around, the last two factors wouldn’t be much of an issue.For the current Little Yin, trapped in a human body while having the cultivation of a peak Body Washing cultivator, it would at most take effort. She would have to somehow preserve Ye Mo’s soul and body separately until she somehow recovers her exhausted spiritual power.Forcefully possessing Wu Xuan’er had caused a heavy backlash to Little Yin’s soul,
250 - Please Bring Him Back! (3)Truth be told, LIttle Yin cared little about Ye Sect in itself.She was neither a kind saint nor a sweet innocent persimmon, and she had not stayed in the sect long enough to feel a sense of belonging with them. Though she had interacted with other disciples within the sect, the life and death of humans were not something she wanted to intervene in, especially as the embodiment of one of the laws of the universe herself.Except Ye Mo and the Second Lineage of the Ye Clan.Ye Hua had treated her like a little sister, and Wu Xuan’er in particular, treated her like she’s her own child. The mortals living in Ye Mo’s residents were all fond of her, sometimes sneaking in additional sweet treats to her room when they thought Ye Mo wasn
251 - Please Bring Him Back! (4)“Geez, that boy and his lackeys are always so flashy.”Little Yin could not help but scoff the moment the barrier between the mortal world and the underworld was breached. When the color of absolute darkness seemingly spilled into the fabric of the world, she did not even move from her place.She simply put her hand away from touching Ye Mo’s body and eyed the existence approaching her from the lowest depths of darkness.A monotonous voice that was neither male nor female, young nor old, spoke seemingly from all directions.“Are you the one who prevented the reapers from harvesting this human’s soul?”Little Yin did not
252 - Please Bring HIm Back (5)The judge of the underworld spoke in the same monotonous manner.“This soul is under my jurisdiction.”When he opened his mouth, the world trembled, and when he closed his mouth, the world ceased.To his surprise, Little Yin did not seem to react much differently than earlier.“Well, I guess this makes things easier. Hey, let’s make a deal.”However, the voice from the depth of darkness never openly showed his curiosity. He wasn’t here to converse or negotiate in the first place. He only appeared because he felt a strange resonance coming out from a sudden rift nearby, which was caused by a gate of the underworld being le
253 - Please Bring Him Back (6)Little Yin knew that this judge would not budge as easily as humans would—after all, wasn’t it human to be swayed by emotions and feelings? All these time, ever since she arrived in the Ancient Xia Continent, she was able to take advantage of many things due to her ability to understand humans.However, how long had she been here? It hadn’t even been two months, yet she was able to learn so much just from observing and interacting with the people around her.Affection, hostility, curiosity, greed, fear, anger…there were countless emotions she had to learn and imitate, and yet she was able to respond accordingly.On the contrary, how long had she stayed in the underworld? Not only had she played around countless ghosts for
254 - The Terms Need Revision, I Think (1)Life and death, and a human soul.Even among the practitioners of the Dao who reached the peak of cultivation within the Ancient Xia Continent, no one could claim that they fully understood the intricate mysteries of a human soul.Mortals only knew the end of life is death, while those who cultivate knew that with profound cultivation, lifeforce could be extended thus prolonging one’s life. Those practitioners who happened to specialize with the unorthodox arts, mostly dealing with yin-attributed or death qi, could at most scrape the tip of the iceberg.Yet cultivation could only delay death, not stop it.In the end, a life that began would reach its end, and the soul would enter the c
Scholar Rai held the ancient scroll between two calloused fingers, studying the faded ink with narrowed eyes. The papyrus was brown with age, the content written in a verbose and grand manner, as was usually the case with writings from hundreds of years ago. Its importance could not be translated into words. In fact, it surprised him that his lord father managed to keep these imperial treasures away from the capital.It had taken him twice the usual time to understand the runes. He found himself impressively overwhelmed not only by the sheer historic importance of these documents, but also because the prophecies spoke of the expiration of the bloods of the Old.He feared that the first of the visions written have come into passing.The scrolls he found were written by the last of the true prophets, during a time of historic darkness, the Legaliath Cross, back when magic was free to be harnessed by every man and woman and child. The Legaliath Cross was a devastating war that decimated
"You find this funny, Silver?" This was the first time that Lakas had directly addressed her in a conversation. She could not help but shudder at the slight amusement that colored his normally stern voice. "He could have killed you."Her smile widened.Lakas almost mirrored her expression, but then when he realized that he had spectators in the form of the other three girls inside her cage, he erased any trace of emotion from his face. "The four of you are currently part of the most prized collection of the emperor, but let me warn you. Not all warriors in this camp think the same as I do. You girls are precious, but you are replaceable. Think before you act."As soon as he left, the oldest of the girls, a beauty with curly flaxen hair and foliage green eyes scooted close to her. It was the first time anyone attempted to communicate with her. Most of the time, she was simply left alone in her corner of the cage. "That man just protected you, Silver," Green Eyes laughed excitedly. "He
The survivors were placed in metal cages where the heathens could openly leer at them, appreciating the goods before they were sold. The young warrior called Lakas looked incredibly silly with parchment and quill in his bloody hands, and his annoyed look did not escape her when he was tasked to make an inventory of the slaves."Name?"While the prisoners around her sobbed and wailed for their losses, Enna merely tried to make herself small in a corner. She never spoke. She never raised her head.Lakas snatched her chin. He was scowling. "Name?"When she refused to answer, the bald man behind Lakas growled before backhanding her. "Stupid girl! Tell us your name so that we can be done with this sham and leave!"Elbows shaking, she sat up, gazing at them with tired silvery eyes. Still, she did not open her mouth."You – "Lakas stopped the man with a wave. "Drop it. I will simply write Silver."The man smirked. "Yes, a name befitting a horse."They could call her whatever they want. Why
*She woke up to a strangled sound akin to an injured animal.Crying.Someone was crying.As the sound grew louder, she stirred, slowly, groaning due to the escalating pain at the base of her skull. Opening her eyes, she saw bloody bodies around her. Bile rose, and she emptied the contents of her stomach into the scarlet snow. After a few fuzzy seconds, she realized with relief that most of the bodies around her appeared to be moving. Bloody, but alive. She profusely thanked the good Spirits that there were people who still lived, despite the nagging thought that most of them would have preferred to have died along with their dignity and families.Her arms and feet were bound. Bound with thick ropes. She tried to stretch her legs, grasping too late that she was merely a stride away from the big fire that her captors made.She flinched from the pain.It was the same kind of burning pain that paralyzed her before she blacked out.It was also her first memory. Awakened by a burning pain
The heathens burned the temples. They attacked the farms. They destroyed everything from tiny peasant homes to historical monuments more than hundreds of years old. People who resisted died. People who surrendered died. The snow-clad village of Cardia was stained red. Blood of men. Blood of women. Blood of children.The enemy's arrival was silent; their attack sudden. The sleepy spell brought by winter on the border village was broken by animalistic screams of pain. Cries of people burning were everywhere. There were shrieks of villagers dying. By midnight, half of Cardian population was slain mercilessly by the bronze-skinned men covered in wolf pelts.The invaders relished the sight of the pale people bleeding, enjoying every slash of sword and arrow released as the village burned. They meant to annihilate every Northerner. They were humans on bloodlust — hungry predators on the hunt.They proudly called themselves the sons of Summer. The Cardians called them heathens from the Sout
Even if the Mind Forgets, the Soul Remembers (3)A fair-skinned human girl no taller than the height of his waist, wearing a satin robe that was neither stained by blood or mud. Big eyes on a small face, perfectly arranged black hair in a style of braided bun, delicately balanced features that indicated she would surely grow into a gorgeous young lady given a few years.Her adorable appearance made one have an urge to pinch her chubby cheeks, and if there were any females around, Ye Mo felt that they would fawn over how the little girl looked like a beautiful living, breathing doll.‘And it’s not a sight that should be seen in the middle of a battlefield.’Ye Mo tried to open his mouth to say something, but he remained unable to utter even a single word.‘Dangerous.’It didn’t make sense, but that was what his intuition was telling Ye Mo. His body wasn’t responding—there was no flight impulse, no, there wasn’t even an attempt to fight against the girl, even if it’s a last act of survi
265 - The Girl Who Cannot be Remembered (2)“This body is truly inconvenient.”Little Yin sighed as she sat on the eaves of the roof, looking like a tomboy leisurely camping when in fact she’s trying to reconstruct her soul with the help of moonlight.At first, she thought of leaving the Ye Clan while Ye Mo was unconscious. She felt like staying would give her a huge headache, but she was tied up by all the connections she made in this city.The Qing Blessed Lands had officially entered the state of war.Though communication was crippled, Little Yin was able to overhear the intelligence gathered by the hidden experts brought by the Purple Plumed General.Immortal Wuwei’s timely arrival managed to save Ye Sect and the entire Leaf City, but that wasn’t the same with the other cities. Even the news about the situation in the imperial capital could not be found.That little pretty boy, Qing Wu You, wanted to return to check on his family. Just last night, he came to visit her, asking if i
264 - The Girl Who Cannot be Remembered (1) “Uncle, are you all right?” It was Ye Hua who first noticed that Ye Mo was acting strange. The man’s eyes were looking at the people in the room as if they were people he had not seen for a long time. There was recognition in his gaze, as well as a kind of dissonance. “Huh? Yeah…yeah…” After staying unconscious for days and almost crossing the fine line of life and death, it was reasonable for Ye Mo to be in a daze, and everyone thought so as well. But Ye Hua’s intuition was telling him that his uncle was not just confused, but actually not in a normal state of mind. However, he decided to stay quiet. Because he felt that Little Yin had something to do with this. The young man’s eyes glanced in the direction of the little girl, who brought them all towards the room saying that Ye Mo should be waking up soon. Ye Hua remembered that incident several days ago, that eerie darkness that made his soul tremble. A power that could oppose n
263 – Even if the Mind Forgets, the Soul Remembers (5)‘I died?’Ye Mo tried to remember the last thing that happened to him, but only fragmented pieces of images appeared in his mind. Confusion was the only thing he could feel aside from the head-splitting pain, though he was trying to calm himself and follow the words of the little girl to embrace his memories.‘Since I died, shouldn’t I undergo samsara? Why am I seeing the memories of my former reincarnations?’What happened to him before he appeared and walked around that endless darkness?No, wait, what was he doing before the little girl appeared?He was swinging his sword against—The little girl frowned when she saw the images swimming inside his mind.“Outers.”Gaaaasp!She reached out her small chubby hands and touched the crown of his head, and she channeled her spiritual energy inside his body, focusing it on erasing those images that did not belong to him or to this era.“You are in so much pain because you took a peek at