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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 Feng Clan was once again buzzing with life again. The stadium was filled even more. One person, the only reason they are here, was Feng Jiao Xue.

"700 bronze coins for Feng Jiao Xue!" A man called.

"10 silver coins for Feng Lianxu!"

"Are you guys insane, you saw Feng Yuxiao. Her marksmanship is beyond that of her cultivation stage! Boss, I'm staking this month's wage! 200 silver coins!"

"Ahaha, dude your wife is going to kill you!"

"10 gold coins on Feng Jiao Xue. Who knows, she is their daughter after all"

Everyone was betting one after another. Even a beggar looking man with a grizzly beard, unkept hair and a single rice on the corner of his lips. Dressed up like a brown fuzzy bear. "Ahaha, 1,000 gold coins on the young lass that managed to almost make a full break through on her fight!" The gruff guy betted.

Chapter 59