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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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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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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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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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