“The Ice River Martial School is now accepting disciples! Fellow practitioners seeking to advance themselves upon the harsh and bitter journey that is cultivation, applications may be submitted at the city plaza!” An eager and approachable voice rang forth, the words seeking to stoke the blazing ardor hidden within each and every single youth’s hearts. At the same time, a …

“However… this still does not abide with my conscience!” Shen Haoren struggled headstrong against the firm resolve radiating from Yang Jian’s body, his brow mired in perspiration. The middle-aged man’s lips twitched as his eyes remained locked onto the figure of the twin butterfly swords, his mind gradually construing a solution. “Conscience… Old Shen, you have yet to change even …

Whilst a certain young girl sat in the tranquil and peaceful Sanctum bemoaning her misfortunes towards the unwilling listener that were the heavens, a rather pot-bellied man lurched into an adjacent room of the Yang Clan’s Plum Blossom Hall. The middle-aged man paid no heed regarding the original occupant’s wishes, slamming the door open as he leered towards the darkened …

“Invoke… Manifestation…” An Fei repeated in her mind, the words transmitted into the sea of perception for a dense study. The young girl gently backpedaled until she naturally sank into the soft confines of a nearby chair, her mind abuzz with an uncontrollable spiral of thoughts. Invoke. Manifestation. Upon initial analysis, the two words were rather insignificant compared to their …

“Come out!” Within the mysterious realm of sky-blue crystal, the delicate voice of a young girl resounded, full of exasperation and bitterness. “This Young Lady orders you, come out already!” The voice surged from a sea of helplessness to anger, a pair of lovely feet slamming onto the crystalline floor as if to vent her frustration. “Come out!” The palace …

An Fei didn’t know when she finally awoke from her trance, her scarlet irises overcome with a faint mist. Upon feeling the golden light emanating from the crystalline floor and warming her bones, the young girl sighed as her body slumped onto the ground in relief. She seemed to have experienced a nightmare in her abrupt blackout, of which a …

At first, An Fei did not feel anything peculiar regarding her body. The fatigue encountered by an anemic physique was washed away the instant she entered the Sanctum, and An Fei had not harmed her body in any form, nor had she raised any concerns regarding her current status. The young girl could only stare at the two floating weapons …

Regarding the issue of lacking the lotus petals required for enacting the <Golden Splendor> martial arts technique, An Fei was truly ashamed of herself and her laziness. Being fully cognizant of the approximate relations between the described tiers of the cultivation technique and that of others, the young girl found herself incapable of refute. Eight layers, with eighteen petals in …

Watching Shen Ming Yue’s back finally depart from the servants’ quarters and grant a breath of peace to wash over the room, An Fei heaved a sigh of relief. The young girl struggled to retain a seated position as she carefully observed the closed door, her senses strained to their limits. “No one?” An Fei murmured as she narrowed her …

Shen Haoren stood besides the opened door, a stern expression displayed on his usually smiling countenance. As Shen Ming Yue stood to greet her father with an earnest expression, the stormy aura emanating from his body forced the youthful girl into an uneasy silence. The middle-aged man strode into the room to stand before the young girl’s bed, his right hand …