FaithfulPlight

#violence #drama #sex #alcohol #controversy #adult 
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He doesn't seek riches; what he had cannot be bought. 

He doesn't seek fame; reputation is but a dual-edged sword. It frightened him.

He didn't seek power, but power took everything he had. 

He lacked ambition, now ambition is the only thing he has. 

If destiny was water and life was the ocean, then who commanded the waves? He now wondered. 

Those who played his fate on a whim, he will hold responsible. 

Be it, Immortals.
Be it, self-proclaimed Gods.
Be it, The Heavenly Empress, and her decree.
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The starting volume 1; Prologue, provides a brief context in its Three Chapters that helps build a foundation, skeleton, and even a solid structure to introduce our MC.

The story is the male lead. However, it will deviate from the norm, as the primary influence over the MC will be its supporting characters which will vary from females and males in an uneven ratio.

This fantasy novel depicts the life of Yang Lin in a world that harmonized modern technology and fictional civilizations under the flags of war. 

Not in a million variables of his mundane life in a nameless village, barren island, under the vastness of a seemingly endless sky, had he imaged the ripples of chaos would reach their ebbs and flows to shake his life. 

A life he thought was his own. Alas, ultimately, he is but a humble chess piece in the hands of those above. 

Yang Lin wanted nothing more than leading a mundane filial life. To fall in love, grow old, and die poor but happy and content. Just a few decades of peace and quiet is all that he ever wished for...

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Her reactions went over Yang Lin's head, as his consciousness was drawn into an isolated, phantomized dimension. Oddly enough, he felt no panic, even when he noticed how his body bled into the hazy environment from the torso and underneath. Having never entertained the aspect of ghosts, the notion of death never surfaced his scope of presumptions.


He was fully naked, floating in peaceful suspense, his physique as transparent as a thin curtain of fog. With no legs or feet whatsoever, he could only explore the vastness of this white space by floating at a steady pace. Drifting towards the small fox in the distance. As for the fox, it sat motionless in space, its silver oceans locked with Yang Lin's eyes passively.


One moved, the other stood still. Howbeit, the distance between the two never shrunk, not by an ounce. Yang Lin did not panic, nor felt stressed, he adamantly pushed forward without a ripple of emotions. He had just learned, if you had no expectations whatsoever, you will never be disappointed. Ever.


On the surface, within the tight space of the pond, the woman impatiently chewed her nails. Her decree was simple.


"Use any means necessary to advance Yang Lin's cultivation while withholding from harming him."


Many geniuses throughout the eras met their demies under the practice of cultivation. Many deviant methods, unorthodox ways, and venomous medicines that'd potentially kill nine out of ten practitioners. She planned for him to die for his incompetence, a brat unable to withstand the Qi of someone of her caliber. She opted to assist him, but how would she know he's so garbage that he'd accidentally perish?


That was her plan. Well-thought and neatly carried out. He was on the brink of death, ON THE BRINK OF DEATH! She thought. The more she did, the harder she treated her nails until she snapped her own flesh and bone with a resounding crack, her blood oozed about to stain the pond below with its cascading crimson.


Yang Lin jolted awake with staggering breath. The shock was evident in his expression, that fox spoke…


It spoke in a feminine voice, domineering and arrogant. It said…


Yang Lin had always known he was a mortal, yet he never conceived how insignificant he truly was. Eventually, he was unable to shorten the distance between himself and the fox. Perhaps the fox was displeased by the unrelenting gesture, thus kicking him out.


If Yang Lin was shocked at that, then no words could describe what he felt as he saw the woman trembling in sheets of her own blood, looking at him as though he enslaved her ancestors. He really thought she was going to kill him, that thought captured his senses, steering them away from the fact that he was actually standing upright.


His refined body draped in spiritual water, the excessive Qi obediently coursing his meridians to reinvigorate his body. He was yet unaware of the significant increment in strength and vitality he had obtained, his attention was wholeheartedly fixated on the feverous woman as she asked.


Qi Circulation