North Liao

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go. 
Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass. 
Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons. 
On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes. 
A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past. 
Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.

Journey to the End of the Night

"I thought I had finally found my worth," Si Chen mused, "able to help the young master diligently chisel away at iron blocks."


But now it seemed he couldn't even match Fang Geyu, who just loafed around all day eating and drinking.


Fang Geyu's eyes also shone with surprise; she hadn't expected such an astonishing result from their combined efforts.


She seemed... to have found something very amusing.


Perhaps, with this... she could do what she wanted.


Baili An felt no regret for the clumsy Mechas on the ground. With a command, Mecha Three helped up Mecha One and Two, and he began humbly seeking guidance from Fang Geyu.


"Um, your attitude in asking for guidance is indeed commendable, but Mechanical Technique is world-famous, the technology that feeds our Shifang City. What will you give me in return if I teach you?" Fang Geyu said, stroking her snow-white chin.


Jin Sheng puckered his lips: "How about I repay you with my body?"


Fang Geyu narrowed her eyes at him: "Hmm?"


Chapter 117: Unexpected Joy