The handle-less steel sword was by no means elegant in appearance, nor did it even look wholesome in the slightest. However, the young girl felt at peace as she carefully observed the shimmering scarlet inscriptions on the long blade. The sword hadn’t changed much, but the sense of security ebbing from its edge gently relaxed the tension in the young …

After a nice, long bath, An Fei felt as though she had revived. The young girl quickly inspected her body to discover that all of the bruises and welts on her skin had receded, and save for the remnant stings of pain, she had completely returned to normal. …though that wasn’t anything commendable – really, when Xilong made her toil …

Regarding An Fei’s current problem of lacking the capability of handling both the consumption and processing of <Calligraphy>, <Heavenly Talisman>, and the <Steps of Underlying Shadow>, Xilong’s approach was rather crude but effective. Instead of stepping upon the slow and painstakingly long path of gradually tempering the young girl’s body and soul until it matched the qualifications of the martial …

When Wen Jiu returned from his daily excursion and tasks, he found to his delight that the innkeeper did not run and grab the edge of his robes, demanding for the young girl to stop her weird antics. In his delight, the handsome man even hummed a delightful tone under his breath, and his steps became light. The happy atmosphere …

The next few days caused An Fei to deeply appreciate the martial arts techniques of the Sanctum, as well as harbor an eternal dread towards them. Under the continued guidance of the heavenly dragon that was the envoy of the Gate of Death, the young girl gradually came to ends with a few of her previously unanswered questions. The first …

“What now?” Wen Jiu’s brows knit as an annoyed sigh escaped his lips. The handsome man stared directly towards the equally irritated countenance of a man in his late thirties. His sleeves flapped around in the nonexistent wind as he howled grief after grief towards Young Master Wen, and his lips refused to cease their emotional banter. “I say, this …

Become alerted to the presence of the scarlet dragon allowed An Fei to realize a few certain matters at hand. First things first, the scarlet dragon was an excellent protector. While the abhorrent conditions of the mortal world had squashed her capabilities to a midget Body Tempering Realm cultivator’s potential at her current “achievement” at the Spirit Building Realm, the …

What actually consisted the world that people perceived on a daily basis? People in An Fei’s modern world would certainly argue that everything was a complement of color, sensations, and interactions. The environment, the scenery, and the objects visible were mere interpretations by the human brain of such aspects of their surroundings, creating a vivid environment strife with vitality. Perhaps, …

There were no words on the page. The <Assembly of a Soul>’s pages were instead lined with a bizarre lattice of random characters, diagrams, and even mathematical formulas, but there was not a single word present on any of the exquisite pages inlaid with threaded gold on its edge. When An Fei opened the book, the entire array burst into …

Finally managing to dissuade another impassioned lecture from a certain Young Master Wen, An Fei retreated into the Sanctum at the breadth of night. The young girl immediately yawned as she felt the warm, soothing rays of golden light massaging her skin, but forcefully resisted the urge to curl down onto the crystalline floor and drift off to sleep. She …