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 Xianxian and the Ghost Sword, Ying Xiu, had temporarily reconciled. After all, they were connected by the friendly bridge that was the Yin King, Qiao Yu. Even if there were some slightly annoying misunderstandings, it did not affect their acquaintance and friendship.


"I didn't recognize the lady just now as the rumored Third Miss of Shifang City. Ying Xiu's words were quite offensive, and I hope Miss Fang can forgive me."


Upon learning Fang Geyu's identity from Baili Xianxian, Ying Xiu was shocked, unable to understand how the Demon Lord of Mayhem from Shifang City had ended up in such a perilous place. However, since they were fellow cultivators, they were naturally allies rather than enemies.


But Fang Geyu didn't give him any face, rolling her eyes at him, "Look at how the Crown Prince speaks. If I were just an ordinary girl from a commoner's family, would it be alright for you to offend me?"


Chapter 291: Your Highness, There are Troublemakers Causing Trouble