The Tail of the Full Moon

"If you were the supreme master of the Dao of Immortals, revered by countless beings, able to glimpse life and death, and understand the destiny, what kind of woman would you seek as a partner?"
Jiang Feng: "I would marry an eighteen-year-old."
"...do you want to die?"
"I'd rather die to marry an eighteen-year-old."

Could it be that I am the cruel villain?

Outside the window, the cold wind whistled fiercely, ruthlessly pelting the windows with raindrops, the downpour enveloping the entirety of Qingshui County once again in a relentless storm.


Yet this torrential rain signified not the autumn equinox but rather the Cold Dew.


In the pitch-black room, Jiang Feng quietly lay on his side on the bed, his expression content and his breathing deep, drawing Spiritual Energy into his body with each breath, and expelling the turbid qi with each exhalation.


Even in deep sleep, his body's instinct repeatedly refined the Spiritual Energy. Although his body was not up to standard, he could cultivate and breathe in Spiritual Energy. However, the amount he could store was still overly scarce.


Chapter 46: Soul Hooking