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In every being, a soul, a spirit, or a core, exists that tethers the consciousness into the solid plain. Witness as how a little spark from who was once a blazing flame, regained what once was lost.

"I died and..." grins "...that started my life"

What happens when an assassin transmigrated to a cultivation world? 

They rise through a mountain of corpse to reach the skies.

But....

What of an assassin whose enemy turns out to be themselves? 

A world where magic and cultivation co-exist?

People say "Keep moving forward".

What if the way forward, is to go back to where she begun?

Mystique Soul: A Cultivator's Flame

Feng Jiao Xue grinned widely as she held a parchment filled with scribbles and elegant writings. Herbs and their attributes, effects, positive and negative, as well as other information, how they would react to certain things are written all over papers, both crumbled up or meticulously spread all over her table. Medicinal books written all over spread up all around her, from her desk, to her chairs and to the floor.

On one corner of her bedroom where various herbs and vials filled with different coloured liquids marked with a bright red "Experiment #: Fail" noted in each container from 1-79, crumpled papers littered below the table.

Feng Jiao Xue directly mirrors the state of her room.

Her silken hair all over the place, messily tied in a ponytail, ink all over her hands, eyes buried on prominent eye bags, the sleeves of her dress rolled up, stains from her previous experiments coloring the once beautiful dress.

Chapter 38