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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

Before Feng Jiao Xue could step into the shadowed corridor leading away from the arena, a voice rang out, sharp and laced with authority.

"Hold on a moment, Feng Jiao Xue" A calm voice spoke up from the stands.

The owner of the voice was a beauty to behold. With long lashes that hoods his eyes, high cheekbones that makes him even more regal, thin lips pursed into a scowl as. His green robes embroidered with clear, vivid leaves, not a single fold misplaced.

The crowd looked up at the source of the voice and a hush falling over the arena. All eyes turned to the figure who had risen from his seat in the VIP section. The Third Prince, Liang Xian, stood tall, his expression one of disbelief, a finger pointed accusingly toward Feng Jiao Xue.

Chapter 52