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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

The imperial palace loomed in the distance, its grandeur veiled by the pale light of the waning moon. Feng Jiao Xue moved like a shadow through the rooftops, her every step silent and precise. The wind carried whispers of the guards patrolling below, but she paid them no mind.

Huang Jin De hovered like a silent shadow, his expression calm but watchful.

"Why are we sneaking in? Isn't the emperor himself aware of the visit?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

She glanced at him, her lips curling into a faint smirk. "Would you rather I waltz in through the front gate and announce my presence to whoever poisoned Liang Feng? Whatever is going on in the impeial family, its best if we stay out. Let Liang Feng deal with his own enemies"

Chapter 40