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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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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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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Wen Ya Zhenren said that in each generation of Fuyao Sect, one evildoer was bound to appear. What if in their generation, too, someone were to be led astray? ....
Yan Zhengming only considered this possibility briefly, but his heart seemed to have been seized without mercy. He stared at Cheng Qian blankly for a long time. And then he, the least steadfast sect leader in history, silently thought to himself, What use is it to think about this? Even if Xiao-Qian were to really come to that point, I will never act against him. If worse comes to worst, I’ll hide him away. ~ Liu Yao, pizZiCcato translation
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