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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

"Mo Xing! Best friend! Most magnificent brother of my heart!" Each variation of the name came out with increasing dramatic flair as he clutched his chest. "You bring a maiden to our humble abode without warning? And such a young—" His theatrical gasp cut off abruptly as Mo Xing's foot connected with his shin, though somehow the movement looked as elegant as a dance step.

"Mo Tao," Mo Xing's voice carried that familiar mix of exasperation and fondness, "if you could control your natural impulse to be... yourself... for just a moment?"

"Control myself? When you appear with a mysterious girl after disappearing for days?" Mo Tao pressed the back of his hand to his forehead in an exaggerated swoon. "Next you'll ask me not to breathe! Not to—ow!" He hopped on one foot as Mo Xing's elegant footwork found his other shin.

From inside the room, Mian Mian's voice carried a note of resigned amusement. "And here I thought we might have one peaceful evening..."

MO TAO ENERGY