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Candle shadow shakes red The halo of red candles cast tiny shadows on the curtains, and the evening breeze passed through the window lattice, causing a very light sound. Qing Fengan closed her eyes and could clearly feel the breathing of the person beside her.Jin Xianling's breath was very light, with the fragrance of ink and a hint of medicine, lingering on the tip of his nose. It was not as suffocating as before. The wooden board beside the bed sank slightly, and it was Jin Xianling who moved her…-
149.4 K • Ongoing
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"Heartbeat" The evening breeze was cooler, and the lantern on the porch was rolled up and swayed, making the shadows of the two people grow longer and shorter. Qing Fengan looked at the undisguised madness in Jin Xianling's eyes, and the exhaustion in her heart actually overcame the chill.He slowly loosened his clenched fist, the paleness of his knuckles slowly faded away, and there was a hint of hoarseness in his voice that he had not even noticed: "Bury with me? Jin Xianling, do you love me, or do you…
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149.4 K • Ongoing
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purpose The evening breeze carried the dim red candlelight, casting flickering shadows on the window lattice.Qing Feng'an stood in the corridor, the coolness on his fingertips seeping into his bones and blood through the fabric of his clothes. The door of the new house behind him was ajar. The overwhelmingly thick fragrance of ink mixed with the sweetness of red candles penetrated to the tip of his nose, like an invisible net, trapping him in this small place. He didn't look back, but he could clearly…
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149.4 K • Ongoing
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Cloud Flow Sword Shadows Lock the Crazed Strings Late spring in Gusu City was soaked in moisture. The bluestone paths were polished bright by the morning rain, and willow catkins clung to shoulders with the soft stickiness unique to Jiangnan. Qing Feng'an, dressed in green cloth robes with a primitive scabbard on his back, looked out of place amidst the mundane bustle, his cold detachment making him seem even more like a solitary immortal. He walked slowly along Pingjiang Road, intending to take in the…
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149.4 K • Ongoing
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step by step Half of the red candles were burned out, and silence finally returned to the auditorium where all the guests had dispersed.Qing Feng'an stood outside the door of his new house. His bright red wedding dress made his face look even clearer. His fingertips were hanging on the door and he didn't move. There was a slight noise in the house, the rustle of cloth rubbing against each other.He took a deep breath and pushed the door open. Jin Xianling has taken off her red hijab. After the disguise,…
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149.4 K • Ongoing
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The Day of the Grand Wedding The wind at the mountain peak swirled with the sound of pines, weaving Jin Xianling’s voice into something both lingering and sinister. The veins on the hand Qing Feng’an used to grip his sword hilt throbbed slightly. The cold air of the Flowing Frost Sword Technique condensed around his body, yet he did not take the initiative to strike—he could sense that Jin Xianling’s cultivation had far surpassed what it was five years ago. Beneath that frantic malice lay a…
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149.4 K • Ongoing
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Chapter 17: Five Years of Startling Dreams, Red Robes for a Former Captive Five years passed like a white horse leaping over a chasm, sweeping past the beacon fires and hearth smoke of the martial world. The spiritual mist atop Qihe Peak remained thick year-round, but the courtyard that once imprisoned Qing Feng'an was now overgrown with weeds. Cobwebs covered the windows, and only the old bamboo beneath the corridor swayed in the wind, as if recounting the obsession and confinement of years past. The…
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149.4 K • Ongoing
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Frost on the Crane Peak: Breaking the Cage Through Feigned Death The spiritual mist on Qihe Peak grew increasingly heavy, the sticky moisture carrying the chill of late autumn as it soaked into every corner of the courtyard. Qing Feng'an's internal power had begun to improve under days of secret circulation. He had figured out most of the flaws in the sinister acupoint-sealing technique, but Jin Xianling's supervision remained strict. During the day, he never left his side; at night, they slept in each…
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149.4 K • Ongoing
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Frost Imprisoned on Qihe Peak The days flowed by one by one amidst the spiritual mist of Qihe Peak, like elongated threads of silk winding around every inch of Qing Feng'an's time. Jin Xianling protected him exceptionally well. Everything in the courtyard was arranged according to his past preferences, and the daily meals never repeated, consisting of carefully prepared nourishing foods. He was almost never more than a step away. During the day, he would sit quietly to one side reading, yet his gaze was…
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Imprisoning the Crane, Locking the Heart The morning light grew stronger, and the spiritual mist completely dissipated. The bluestone path of Qihe Peak was warmed by the sun, yet it could not penetrate the chill within Jin Xianling's courtyard. Qing Feng'an leaned against the headboard, his gaze falling upon the moon-white longsword hanging by the window. The sword tassel dangled, swaying gently with the breeze, stirring memories of his past training—back then, Jin Xianling was still young and loved to…
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149.4 K • Ongoing
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