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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 residence was grand but not ostentatious, exuding an air of quiet dignity befitting its owner. Red lanterns swayed gently in the afternoon breeze, and the scent of incense drifted through the air, mingling with the subtle fragrance of the blooming peonies in the courtyard.

Feng Jiao Xue stepped through the open gates the guards letting her through easily per the emperor and the crown prince's commands. They did not dare question her.

She walks in an steady steady pace as she made her way to the main hall. She had visited before under the guise of the night to heal the crown prince but this time, she came with a favor to ask.

Chapter 65