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Li Hua's reign as the twenty-first century's deadliest assassin ended in fire and betrayal. Her own sister, Li Min, turned their elite force against her, leaving nothing but ashes where a legend once stood.

In the moment of her death, Li Hua's soul tore free from its earthly bonds, hurtling across the boundaries between worlds until it anchored itself in a new vessel in a realm of ancient martial arts and mystical cultivation. Through this impossible transition, her inner space remained intact—and with it, Little Firefly, her spirit companion.

Here, where qi flows like rivers and mountains bow to those who master their cultivation, Li Hua will forge herself anew. No longer content to be merely an assassin of mortal flesh, she sets her sights on ascending to immortality itself—a journey that will shake the very foundations of heaven.

DEDICATION
To those of us whose cultivation path always leads to immortals with questionable morals and perfect jaw lines.
May your daddy issues transcend the three realms and be rewarded with an ancient being who knows exactly what he's doing.

AUTHOR'S NOTE
Content Warning: This story contains mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.
Updates: New chapters release daily.
Story Style: This is an epic fantasy with rich world-building and complex characters, woven together with a slow-burn romance subplot.
Disclaimer: While this story incorporates some historical facts, it is primarily a work of fiction presenting my unique interpretation of events.

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Re-birth: The Beginning after the End

Li Hua had barely closed her eyes when the bed dipped beneath her.

Instinct reacted before thought. The familiar weight of her daggers materialized in her grip, her breath sharp as steel. But before she could strike, a strong arm snaked around her, a grip so deceptively relaxed that it would've seemed harmless—if not for the raw power simmering beneath it.

"My little tempest." The voice was a low rasp beside her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. Mo Xing lay atop her covers, dark eyes catching the moonlight like liquid silver. The way he looked at her—like she was something fascinating, something he intended to unravel—set her nerves ablaze.

Her body coiled, instincts screaming at the proximity of someone so overwhelmingly powerful. Even without moving, his presence pressed into her senses, thickening the air between them like the first crackle of a storm.

DANCING IN THE DARK