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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 arena still abuzzed with excitement, the sounds of cheering and whispered discussions filling the air.

Battles after Battles still going on. Feng Jiao Xue had three more fights after her duel with Feng Ming but it was... unticlimactic after the first two yet her viewers never failed to lean on the edge of their seat, curious how far this little surprise could go farther. Waiting with bathed breath for her victory or defeat.

Even in the preperation room, Feng Jiao Xue was still feeling her Qi waiting to be unleashed again like a caged beast that finally had a taste of freedom.

Feng Jiao Xue still feeling the rush of her victories was about to turn it in and retreat for the day as her five matches already qualifies her for the next round when a familiar presence halted her in her tracks.

Clap... Clap... Clap. A slow, deliberate clap rang out.

Chapter 53