After exhorting the truth from the unwilling temple maiden’s lips, An Fei had gathered much of the necessary information to piece together a worthwhile conjecture regarding her future circumstances. As she lay against the slightly coarse fabric of the blankets, the young girl allowed her mind to drift from her currently languished position to the sea of perception hidden deep …

“Oh, Little Sister, you still haven’t told me your name?” Xu Lingxin raised the question directly after they had departed from the restaurant. Having been unprepared, An Fei gaped for a brief pause, ultimately regaining her footing after several seconds of silence. “I… my name is Xu Lingxue.” “Surnamed Xu? Such coincidence?” She seemed to have chanced upon a jackpot …

“Little Brother, for the bottles of Spiritual Concentrating pills and the Guanyin bracelet, what do you desire in exchange?” Xu Lingxin’s distinguished and elegant voice resounded throughout the restaurant, and the youngster Jang Yoon found himself staring into a flawless and beautiful countenance. Mesmerizing himself at the soft contours that molded a delicate pair of watery and fragile cheeks, as …

“Has everyone enjoyed the meal offered by our establishment?” The young man was not a cultivator as An Fei had expected, but instead the restaurant owner’s son. With his fists cupped in the general salute of the jianghu, he swept his gaze throughout the entire dining floor of the restaurant, locking gazes with a few certain individuals hidden deeply within …

Xu Lingxin had heard many tales of mortals displaying disdain towards the explanations and stories told by cultivators reliving their experiences and vast stores of knowledge, but had merely regarded those matters as the mortals either being ignorant of the jianghu’s matters or displaying an impetuous attitude in defiance. Now that she had received such glance of disdain from An …

Save for a few clattering noises that emerged as loose pieces of stone crumbled into powder or smashed onto the ground, the clearing of the street was utterly devoid of noise. Quietly affirming with her spiritual essence that Chang Jungyoon and the remainder of the Haunted Buddhist Sect’s cultivators had left the premises, Xu Lingxin heaved a light sigh of …

Making a companion? An Fei immediately found herself cross with the thought, and her expression was clearly conveyed to the heavenly dragon. Xilong pointed its claw towards the frustrated expression on Chang Jungyoon’s countenance, and its patient voice drilled deeply into the young girl’s conscience. “If so averse about making companions directly, why don’t you think about the wording of …

As An Fei ran towards the area in which Xu Lingxin and Chang Jungyoon awaited to recover their diminished reserves of spiritual essence, a vile wave of light swept overhead. With the enraged roars of a different language chorusing in symphony behind her, the young girl kept her eyes steadfast before her as she continued to run. She sought small …

The person standing before An Fei had long since expended the majority of his spiritual essence, causing his reserves to diminish below his minimum threshold. Given the prolonged wear and tear imposed onto his core being, the cultivator found himself unable to produce much strength, albeit it was regardless more than sufficient to completely crush a mortal girl with ease. …

An Fei could easily converse with the heavenly dragon, but to the eyes of Xu Lingxin, Chang Jungyoon, and the remaining cultivators of the Haunted Buddhist Sect, Xilong was an intangible existence that could neither be noticed nor interacted with. As such, they observed nothing but a mortal girl bumbling to herself, and a black sphere hovering around her head. …