Alfir

092 One Month

It had been a month since Lu Gao and I went into seclusion. But instead of meditating in a cave like proper cultivators, we had claimed a small portion of the hillside as our personal training...

091 The Story So Far

Dear readers,

You might be wondering.

Where’s the story going?

An excellent question. After all, so many threads had been woven into this grand tapestry—some stretching across...

090 Hollow Point

The veranda where we sat embodied the Shadow Clan’s reserved elegance—spacious yet unadorned, its wooden beams darkened by time and a tiled roof curving subtly at the edges. Delicate wind chime...

089 Umbral Scripture Hall

The Shadow Clan had arranged for us to stay in the eastern wing, but everyone seemed far more interested in the library. The Umbral Scripture Hall had become our second home, a place where curiosit...

088 Lost Again

The forest was a land of decay. The trees stood tall but lifeless, their bark blackened and twisted, as if scorched by an unseen fire. Withered leaves clung stubbornly to gnarled branches, rustling...

087 Suppressed

Inside the dimly lit patriarch’s office, Hei Yuan sat behind a heavy wooden desk, his fingers pressing against his temples. The walls were lined with old scrolls, clan records, and ancient weapon...

086 Price of Knowledge

The golden cross-shaped rupture in the air dissipated, its presence fading as if it had never been there. And then…

Something in my shadow stirred.

It was a sword surging after my thr...

085 Tea Time

There was no need to invite trouble.

That was Hei Yuan’s immediate thought.

So, instead of answering, he deflected.

With well-practiced ease, he lied through his teeth, his voic...

084 Hei Yuan

Whatever sound technique the visitor had used, Hei Yuan could ascertain that it was nothing inherently special—except for the raw, overwhelming power behind it. The sheer force had momentarily pu...

083 Lion’s Roar

May the dead find peace beyond this life.
May they find redemption on the other side.
And may whatever awaits them be kinder than the lives they lived.
Amen.

I let out a slo...

082 Amen

"Be gentle with them," His Lordship said.

The moment those words faded, Dave’s clunky Puppet Armor reappeared on the idle Floating Dragon. The swap was complete—His Lordship had taken his...

081 Need for Aquarium

I activated Voice Chat and reached out to Ren Xun.

"Get an aquarium."

There was a beat of silence before he responded, "Pardon?"

I sighed and gave him a quick rundown. “Ren...

080 The Life of a Fish

Ren Jingyi was a fish.

She had been a fish for a long time. She did not know how long exactly, because the concept of time was mostly irrelevant to a fish. There was only the flow of water, t...

079 Manly Emperor?

It had been a couple of days since we left Ironmoor City. The shadows of that place still lingered in my mind, but for now, we were in the clear. I had changed from my previous disguise and now wor...

078 Divine Flood Dragon

Tao Long’s body convulsed as an unseen force clawed at his insides, ripping through his meridians like a thousand venomous needles burrowing into his flesh. His breath hitched, and a metallic tan...

077 Brewing Storm

The storm raged across the sky, dark clouds twisting like writhing serpents. Lightning flashed, illuminating the figures soaring within the storm’s embrace—two riders, one upon a beast of purit...

076 Grand Escape

"One last thing," I fixed my gaze on Ren Xun. "Why not the Black Clan? They wear black masks too. Who’s to say they’re not involved?" I gestured toward Hei Mao. "You might not know his full sto...

075 Black Mask

Gu Jie had always possessed an uncanny talent for gathering information. When one's cultivation revolved around avoiding misfortune, a keen sense of observation became second nature. It was no wond...

074 Trapped in the City

Four days. We had been stuck in Iron Kettle for four days.

I was getting sick of it.

We sat at a modest roadside stall—one of those places with creaky wooden tables, chipped bowls, an...

073 Sidequest? Nah…

On the Floating Dragon, I sat cross-legged in my usual corner, idly swirling the water in Ren Jingyi’s fishbowl. The ripples distorted her golden scales, making her look almost otherworldly. I ha...

072 Signs of Trouble

Ironmoor City loomed before them, its towering black iron walls exuding an oppressive weight. Within, the streets bustled with merchants, artisans, and wandering cultivators. The air carried the th...

071 Ironmoor City

The Floating Dragon hovered above the treetops, circling the outskirts of the city like a hawk sizing up its prey. From my vantage point on the deck, I got my first look at Ironmoor City. The name ...

070 Ren Xun’s Thoughts

Ren Xun knew Gu Jie was right. They had gotten carried away. He had gotten carried away.

He had only given the bracelet with the little jade magatama to look good in front of the Master....

069 New Party Member?

Hei Mao hesitated for only a moment before stepping forward and wrapping his small arms around his family.

It was warm.

Warmer than he remembered.

The light surrounding them grew ...

068 Little Ghost

“I just want my sister back,” said the boy.

His voice was small, barely above a whisper, but it carried weight. A child’s wish, so simple yet impossible.

I let his words settle be...

067 Song of Sorrow

Two warps later, and we had yet to face any accidents. Almost sounded too good to be true.

I had my suspicions, but the answer was simple—Gu Jie.

She had been keeping an eye out, usin...

066 Into Deepmoor

The Floating Dragon warped, and in an instant, we arrived in Deepmoor Continent.

The change in scenery was immediate.

Dark, jagged mountains loomed over the land like broken fangs,...

065 Kill Steal?

The sky had darkened with heavy, swirling clouds, crackling with divine energy. A massive golden sword descended from the heavens, its radiance splitting through the darkness like a verdict from th...

064 Evernight’s Undead

A blood-red sky loomed over an endless wasteland of fire and ruin. Jagged obsidian spires jutted from the ground like the ribs of a rotting beast. In the distance, rivers of molten lava carved thei...

063 Disciple & Daughter

The scenery shifted once more, bringing us to a bustling dock. Wooden piers stretched out over murky waters, and the air carried the scent of salt and fish, mixed with the sweat of laborers hauling...