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

Yun Rong's little hand trembled, and she almost dropped the little booklet in her hand onto the ground. Her voice also changed, "Erotic drawings?"


Baili An feigned ignorance with a desire to learn, "Erotic drawings? What is that?"


Fang Geyu glared at him with hardly suppressed irritation, her little face blushed, her eyes brimming with shame, yet she still tried to maintain her composure.


She stiffened her neck and disdainfully said, "It's the kind of picture that depicts what you and Jiujiu were doing that day, got it?"


A mushroom cloud abruptly exploded above Baili An's head, his fingers that had just touched the booklet vigorously rubbed on the table surface, as if a cat were scraping at the table.


He stuttered, "What kind of painter would... this is so boring."


As he spoke, he looked towards the greatly renowned Fourth Sword and suddenly felt that this person was quite unfitting.


Chapter 234: Both the Book and the Sword Are Good