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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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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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Warning When the morning light pierced through the spiritual mist, the courtyard of Qihe Peak was still soaked in the sticky atmosphere that had not dissipated from the previous night. Qing Feng'an was startled awake by the heavy pressure on his shoulder. When he opened his eyes, he was met with black fabric. Jin Xianling was lying on his side, holding him close, his forehead resting against the hollow of Qing Feng'an's neck. His breath was warm and steady, carrying a lingering sense of satisfaction. The…
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Sword Locks the Clear Night with Mad Obsession, Deeply Rooted Love Accompanies the Lord's Slumber The night was as dark as ink. The spiritual mist of Qihe Peak had lost its daytime clarity, now infused with a sticky tenderness as it drifted into Jin Xianling’s courtyard. The lamps were dimmed to a warm yellow, casting sparse bamboo shadows against the window lattices and throwing mottled fragments of light across the floor. Qing Feng'an was settled on a bed layered with soft mattresses. Although his…
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The Sword Conceals a Crazed Soul to Deceive the Fair Face; Obsession Turns Demonic to Control the Master's Heart Murong Xue and Tang Yuwei stayed at Qihe Peak for three days. During this time, they tried multiple times to discuss the remnants of the Demonic Cult with Qing Feng'an, but Jin Xianling always interrupted them without leaving a trace. He would use the excuse of hitting a wall in his sword practice to ask for Qing Feng'an's guidance, or prepare tea and snacks to serve just as their conversation…
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Madness Hidden at the Quiet Cliff, Qing Feng Errs in Mortal Ties On the day the three-year term ended, the spiritual mist on Cangwu Mountain was exceptionally clear, and the secluded orchids on Heart-Quieting Cliff were in full bloom. Jin Xianling wore the disciple robes of the Xuanqing Sword Sect, his posture upright. The youthful greenness had faded from his features, replaced by a sense of steady restraint. Standing at the cliff's edge and looking toward the main peak, his fingers unconsciously rubbed…
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Marriage Urged Amidst Deep Clouds, Sword Heart Rejects Worldly Ties. Listening to the rain under the eaves, a paper umbrella is first unfurled. Jin'an is hidden in the gaze of a first meeting, while Xubai falls within the wet traces of ink. The story begins under those eaves years ago... Cangwu Mountain spans a thousand miles, its seventy-two peaks piercing the clouds. Year-round, it is shrouded in layers of spiritual mist. As the mountain winds pass, the haze billows like waves, revealing only the dark…
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The amusement park closest to Heting Club was an hour and a half drive away. Fu Xuanliao, sitting in the passenger seat, started dozing off as soon as they got in the car. When he woke up, they were almost there, and the rain outside had stopped. "Don't say I didn't warn you," Fu Xuanliao said with a yawn. "Since it just rained, most of the rides at the amusement park are probably closed." Shi Meng was driving, his eyes fixed on the road ahead: "Mhm." Fu Xuanliao actually didn't want to go. He knew…-
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There was nowhere to sit, so the two of them found a sheltered corner by a wall outside the courtyard, standing face to face a short distance apart. "Your dad... is he home?" Yang Youlan asked. Shi Meng nodded: "Yes." The woman shifted a small step closer to the wall: "When you came out, did you alert anyone else?" Shi Meng thought for a moment: "No." Yang Youlan belatedly realized she looked like a thief and quickly explained: "You know, your dad doesn't want me getting too close to you." "Mhm." Shi…
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