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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 and Liang Feng ignored the whispheres and stares of the crowed as they walked towards the auction, Han Qing silently walking after them, his sharp eyes flickering towards the slightly glimpse of possible threats.

Feng Jiao Xue's expression was serene despite the stares that followed her. Eyes, cold as ice and plump lips pursed thinly.

The crown prince's presence at her side was enough to draw attention, his striking features and royal bearing making him the center of every whispered conversation.

As they approached their private booth, a sharp voice cut through the din, laced with venom.

"Well, if it isn't the Feng clan's disgrace," sneered Feng Ming, standing near the entrance with a group of sycophants. Hercrimson robes, embroidered with golden phoenixes, shimmered under the chandeliers, but her expression was anything but regal. "What an honor to see you here, Feng Jiao Xue. Did you crawl out of the gutter just for this occasion?"

Chapter 56