In the midst of the thick fog, a bonfire burned brightly.
Large pieces of split firewood were thrown into the bonfire, making the flames sway and sending up a large cluster of sparks.
The sparks rose with the heat of the bonfire and met the fog shrouding the woods. They quickly extinguished, cooled, and disappeared.
In contrast, the vigorous bonfire dispelled all the cold and fog from the Qingxuan Sect's camp, leaving only the firelight illuminating the ground.
The Qingxuan Sect's disciples sat around the bonfire with their backs to it and facing out of the camp.
While the bonfire warmed the spines of the Qingxuan disciples, the firelight shone through the gaps between them and fell on the ground, extending outward until being swallowed by darkness.
"All disciples, listen up!"
The Qingxuan Sect Master stood at the side of the bonfire with a stern, extremely cold voice: "Be vigilant and don't relax!"
"No one is to leave before dawn. Stay right here!"
"Yes!"
Amidst the shouts, alarmed bird cries could be heard from the distance as they left their nests noisily.
"Dad, what exactly happened?"
Ling'er, the young girl who was still yawning, looked to her father puzzledly. Ziyin quickly whispered, "Junior sister, don't make trouble."
"But I'm just..."
Ling'er was about to speak up when she noticed her father's icy stare. She immediately closed her mouth and retreated a step to hide behind Ziyin.
Ling'er looked around with resentment that she didn't dare express.
Although petulant, she also understood how to read the situation.
She knew her father was in a bad mood, so she furled her banner and surrendered. She sat cross-legged on the icy ground, hugging her Northern Spirit Dog, Thirteen, to keep warm.
Though it was early spring, the ground hadn't stirred with vital energy yet and winter's chill still lingered on the earth.
As the saying goes, the spring cold cuts bitterly!
Ling'er had only been sitting on the ground for a moment before she started fidgeting restlessly.
The ground was too cold and hard, with little stones poking. Only sitting by the bonfire was comfortable.
"Geez, why make everyone stay up instead of sleeping tonight!"
Ling'er rested her chin on Thirteen's head. She hugged the little dog tightly while Ziyin sighed.
By now, he and the Sect Master were among the few who knew the night watch disciples had completely disappeared without a trace—dead or alive.
As for why the news was suppressed...
It was to avoid panic and unrest which would impair the disciples' usual judgment and calm execution.
For their sake, suppressing the news was necessary.
"Endure it for a bit longer, junior sister!"
Ziyin took off his cloak he had fetched earlier and draped it over the girl.
"It'll be over once day breaks."
"Alright...."
Ling'er sighed and closed her eyes, hugging the dog in her arms.
What? Can't sleep?
She was the Sect Master's daughter. What's wrong with sleeping?
Not only could she sleep, she could sleep hugging the priceless Northern Spirit Dog like a hot stove—smelly but cozy!
Just as Ling'er dozed off, Duke who was squatting at the tent entrance clicked his tongue.
He had intended to feed the dog earlier but when he entered, he found the dog missing. Before Duke could search for it, the entire Qingxuan Sect had mobilized.
"Still too slow!"
Duke whispered to himself with another sigh. He had done a lot of unnecessary things tonight.
He should've been more direct and decisive—knocked the girl out cold under the night's cover and taken away the dog.
"It's because I was too greedy, making things overly complicated!"
The cat summed up his actions to himself while reminding himself to avoid such mistakes in the future.
He didn't fear making mistakes but repeating them out of ignorance without summarizing and drawing lessons—that would be a grave mistake indeed.
Isn't growth about succeeding, failing, summarizing, and learning over and over again?
"Looks like I'll have to find another chance to take the dog."
"Wonder where the Qingxuan people will move after tonight..."
As Duke watched the Qingxuan members, he suddenly propped himself up with his front limbs and stood, gazing heavily upwards with a twitching nose, smelling the air.
"This smell..." Duke kept inhaling deeply to identify the abnormal scent diffusing in the air.
Just then, an evil wind howled out from the woods, blowing fog toward the camp.
As the evil wind hit, swaying the bonfire, alternating light and darkness swept over the camp under the flickering flames.
The unsteady firelight disrupted many Qingxuan disciples' vision.
Light and darkness exchanged continuously, replacing each other and hindering sight.
"Which unruly bandit dares behave so evilly!!"
As the Sect Master shouted, thunder rumbling in his mouth, his free right hand swung his sleeve, filling it with wind. His expansive sleeve billowed.
The moment his entire sleeve inflated, his right arm stabbed out swiftly, stirring up a powerful palm force gale inside the camp.
In a flash, the fog carried in by the evil wind was scattered by the Sect Master's strike.
The fog visibly experienced immense pressure as the turbulent airflow tore it apart along the ground while more was shredded by the palm force.
"Tsk, this palm skill... has been tempered by at least ten years of True Essence realm cultivation!"
Duke clicked his tongue and was secretly glad he hadn't attacked recklessly, barely restraining himself.
Otherwise, if this guy discovered him...
Bundling offer! Buy one Spirit Cat, get one Spirit Dog free!
"However..." Duke carefully smelled the air again. The scent from before had grown richer after the evil wind.
"This smell is..."
The cat's eyelid twitched as he covered his little nose.
"Pew, it's fox stench!"
At the same time, Thirteen, held in Ling'er's arms, also struggled violently, starting to howl incessantly.
"Awoo!!"
"Awoooo awooo!!"
"Awoo... arooo.... woof.... awooo awooo!!"
...
The series of howls attracted everyone's attention.
After striking out a palm, the Sect Master looked to his daughter.
"Ling'er, quiet that spirit dog."
"I can't control him, dad!"
Ling'er hugged Thirteen's neck but he remained fierce and wild. The power bursting from his small body nearly overwhelmed even the martial artist Ling'er.
"Master, this spirit dog must have noticed something wrong!"
Gazing at the rabidly barking Thirteen, Ziyin suddenly spoke.
"The spirit dog gave warning?"
The Sect Master knitted his brows. This was not an auspicious sign!
The barks carried far in the silent night. At the same time, a pair of eyes in the woods narrowed.
"Damn, what a dirty-mouthed dog!"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
