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

Baili An found it hard to imagine how a single umbrella could simultaneously satisfy so many people's tastes. He tugged at the corner of his mouth, "So what did you do?"


Fang Geyu replied very calmly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, "I disassembled the umbrella and used the feathers to make a few feather dusters; they're really handy when beating unruly children."


Lin Yuan had already burst out laughing.


So, you used someone else's thoughtful gift to beat rowdy children?


Weren't youthful times supposed to be sweet and sour?


Why did it all change once it came to you?


Lin Guiyuan must have been incredibly unlucky to fall for you.


Could it be that suffering such an emotional setback was the reason why his taste grew crooked? He couldn't even pick people right anymore.


After Fang Geyu, he twisted his vision again and fell for a pure-white lotus-like young mistress, putting his life in jeopardy and ending up as a pitiful mountain ghost.


Chapter 122: Feather Duster and Alcohol