All Chapters of Once Upon a Time: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

I watched with shock and awe at Shang Pei's display of his prowess. So this is Shang Pei's magic... He possessed the magic of the manipulation of temperature. One, through the optics of my Spirit Sight I saw, which he wielded with terrifying finesse. Zhu Mei had told me before about this; that Shang Pei's magic was of the Yin and the coldest element, and what I just saw affirmed to this. Shang Pei dusted off the crumbs of frost from his hand and turned back, grinning at Xie Bingyi and Old Man Chen, who stared back at him uneasily. But Shang Pei made no attempt to explain, merely smiling at Old Man Chen. It took almost a few heartbeats before Old Man Chen could recover from his bewilderment; he took the cue from Shang Pei, his hand inched up slowly and he calculated again, working on his magic to divine the position of the enemy. Within seconds, he jabbed a finger towards the north-eastern corner of the factory. "There, the north-eastern face of the factor

The Triune, and me too, were all dumbfounded. None of us knew what was happening. All we heard was a whining pitch that tore through the air and the head of the Ghoul exploded like a watermelon and the impact from the blow was enough to make it careen like a gyroscope out of control before it crashed into the ground. Xie Bingyi and Old Man Chen traded incredulous looks while Shang Pei jerked his heads towards somewhere in the dark, still clasping his injured hand. I looked towards where Shang Pei was looking to and saw a figure approaching us, his white robes growing more conspicuous in the dark as he drew nearer. It was only when he was a few stones away I realized that it was Father! Relieved smiles and joyous grins broke upon the faces of Shang Pei and his companions when they saw him! Father chuckled playfully and walked to the Wretched Ghoul and smirked, "So, not even I can stop you, you say?" But he did not wait for any answer from the fiendish monster. He grabbe

Dusk darkened to full night but here I was, utterly lost in the middle of nowhere. I do not usually wear watches, hence I could not tell the time. I was disconnected from society and the rest of the world. For one of the rarest moments in my life, I began to comprehend how we humans depended so greatly on our cell phones to remain part of civilization. Chilly winds blew and their icy fingers licked at my skin, sending shivers creeping up my spine. It was extraordinarily cold here. Red pines are trees that stay evergreen all seasons but the melting patches of ice and snow on the ground told me that this place recently snowed. That, and the never-ending winds of the night continued testing the dignity of my thick fur velvets. With my options numbered few, I looked for flat ground and found some branches as kindling to start a fire. But I have no flint to produce any spark and the feeble flame of my lighter could do little to set alight the kindling in such

When I got to Qin Le, I saw a fox, with a coat of fur as white as snow, baring its fangs at her. She was on the ground near the fire, lying on her back as if someone had kicked her down, seething at the fox herself. What happened here, I almost asked. But Qin Le was grimacing with pain. I helped her up and was relieved to know that she was fine after asking her. Then I turned my attention to the proud and uppity white fox, "What is this? What do you want with us?" But instead of replying to me, the fox lunged at me with its claws showing! I felt my blood churned. The sight of the fox attacking me removed whatever scruples left in me and I thrust my hand, still in the form of the Seal of the Sword, at the fox, signaling that I would attack without hesitation if she were to take just one more step. But she was hardly perturbed by my wordless threat and pressed on towards me! With no other way, I thrust my sword at the fox while uttering the Wo

On the fifteenth day of the lunar month just after the new year, I was sent back through Time. Unexpected and unfathomably, I came to the red pine coppice that Father found me when I was still a baby. Everything I saw seemed like a hypnagogic midsummer's night dream to me. Was it just a vision or had I really taken a step down the old lane of Time to witness everything myself? I could not say. But if I had really returned, why was everyone unable to see nor hear me? Why was I able to fly? Why was I not hampered by fatigue nor hunger? But if it was only a dream or a vision, why were my cigarettes and the contents of my wallet wet when I returned after the torrential deluge in 1976? When I was trying to leave the forest, I began to realize thinking of walking out was an ignorant naivety on my part; the forest was just too wide an expanse for me to find my way out in a day or two. I had to start a fire that night but that allowed me to know a new friend in a geeky girl wh