#liuyao edits

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Cheng Qian was stunned.

His entire mind was shaken for a moment. He looked at Yan Zhengming’s sallow face, and couldn’t quite figure out the feeling in his chest.

In a daze, Cheng Qian felt the words that Zhuang Nanxi had said in the past resound within his chest, as if trying to break free —

In this world, as long as it doesn’t go against the morals, there is nothing that I wouldn’t do for him [3]. ~ Liu Yao, pizZiCcato translation

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In the past hundred years, San-shixiong had become their Sect Leader’s nilin [1]. Nobody was allowed to mention him. Even the slightest hint of allusion could incur his wrath.

But while forbidding others from mentioning him, he himself had carved a phantom ring in the shape of a copper coin, which he’d sometimes summon to torment himself. Not to mention repeatedly painting that person’s portrait, again and again. Every time he finished the painting, he would stare at it in a daze, then destroy it with his own hands.

Shuikeng knew the reason for this. He didn’t want the person in the portrait to eternally remain in his youth, but he was powerless to change this. ~  Liu Yao, pizZiCcato translation

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“The Fuyao Sect has only ever walked the path of humanity since olden times.” ~ Liu Yao, Chichi’s translation

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“That’s right if it hurts.” Yan Zhengming bent over to hug him, resting his chin on the hollow of Cheng Qian’s shoulder. He murmured in a low voice, “If you dare to leave for so long again, I’ll definitely beat you to death… A hundred years, Cheng Qian, an ordinary mortal’s life would’ve slipped away just like that…”  ~ Liu Yao, pizZiCcato translation

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This was the scent wafting out of Da-shixiong’s sleeves whenever he applied medicine for him, the scent faintly lingering on the sheets whenever he lazed around in Shixiong’s room. Whenever this scent filled the air around him, he always felt drowsy, on the verge of falling asleep. ~ Liu Yao, pizZiCcato translation

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“A hundred years, Cheng Qian, an ordinary mortal’s life would’ve slipped away just like that…”    ~ Liu Yao, pizZiCcato translation

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Before this, he had always felt that his precious disciple acted too warmly, and was one to go with the flow a bit. It was only later on that he learned that whether one was a mortal or a cultivator, as long as they had enough things in their life that they could die nine times over for and not regret, the other details could be left alone. ~ Liu Yao, Chichi’s translation

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He even leisurely sized Cheng Qian up as if he was examining the goods. He probably reckoned Cheng Qian to be passably pleasing to the eye, as he nodded negligently and expressed his sincere hope for his junior brother regardless of others’ reactions.

“Not bad. Hope time will not ruin your face.” He said bluntly.  ~ Liu Yao, Namming translation

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If one could indeed keep the desire for more than what one’s lot in life grants them under control, then why such desire appears at all? ~ Liu Yao, Rustycol translation 

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Liu Yao: The Revitalization of the Fuyao Sect

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Cheng Qian suddenly smiled. The slightly upturned corners of his eyes turned into refined curves. He avoided addressing the issue of the Heavenly Tribulation and said coaxingly, “Shixiong, I missed you all very much.”  ~ Liu Yao, pizZiCcato translation

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The Fuyao Wooden Swordplay had five forms in total, namely, “the Roc’s Long Flight”, “Seek and Pursue”, “Backfire”, “Decline from Prosperity”, “Return to Trueness” ~ Liu Yao, Namming translation 

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Muchun Zhenren laughed. “I was coping fine with the weasel spirit’s body. The only problem was that he was too greedy.”

“Aren’t you afraid that your primordial spirit might disperse from exhaustion, and that you will never enter the cycle of reincarnation if you possess a corpse as your body?” said Lord Beiming softly.

Muchun Zhenren gently shook his sleeves and took a sweeping look at his feet. Then, smiling, he said in an indifferent air in imitation of Lord Beiming, “Nothing serious.”  ~ Liu Yao, Namming translation

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Puddle had half-demon blood, so she was naturally different from normal girls. She had a fondness for exertion of an unusual degree of activity—climbing the tree and up to the roof was just a cinch for her. But she couldn’t speak yet. On this score, she was more like a clever and nimble animal full of intelligence. She was already able to recognize others’ emotions by their tones and behaviors when she was still in an egg. But strangely, she was extremely slow when it came to specific speech.  ~  Liu Yao, Namming translation

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How strange. At the moment, Cheng Qian couldn’t even smell the blood all over the ground around him, but he was somehow able to catch that fragrance of orchids. ~ Liu Yao, pizZiCcato translation 

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As a matter of fact, Cheng Qian was overwhelmed by his first senior brother’s beauty at first sight.

Young though he was, he looked extremely seductive and was a rare beauty. He was wearing a snow-white satin robe embroidered with invisible patterns glittering to the changing of light. He leaned back in the carved chair limply and rested his chin on his hand, eyelids dropping a little and hair hanging down loosely like splashed ink.. ~  Liu Yao, Namming translation