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336 pages, Unknown Binding

To know the world, one must first know themselves. Then they must forget themselves. Once they forgot both the world and themselves, never again would they be moved by worldy gains and losses.



Everything he did was because he wanted to do it. It had nothing to do with whether other people understood him, approved of him, or mocked him.
Looking at things from this point of view, he and Yan Wushi were the same.
But in the end, Shen Qiao was only human. He didn't have a heart as pure as snow, nor a spirit as sturdy as iron. He, too, grew tired and disheartened, and he felt pain.






Shen Qiao's lone figure looked so small and frail, defensless against nature's might. But the moment he drew his sword, his aura was as radiant as the river's. Shanhe Tongbei reflected a dazzling brilliance, and as the blade rose, its sword qi overflowed. It stirred the river waters to surge ever-higher, and Shen Qiao was engulfed in the sword qi, looking elegant and poised beyond compare, like an immortal on the brink of soaring to the heavens.

Next to him, Shiwu asked timidly, "Shen-shi, is it really possible for me to reach your level one day?"
Shen Qiao stroked the boy's head and smiled. "Of course you can. Many thousand paths spring from the great Dao. Everyone walks their own. As long as you study diligently, success will naturally follow."
Shiwu couldn't help but smile.
It was the first time he'd smiled since leaving Bailong Monastery.

To know others was to know oneself - when one understood the minds of others, one would understand their own. Where the sword was, the Dao was. It was a spiritual link, drawing together the immortal's body and the buddha's heart.



Shen Qiao finally opened his eyes. "The reason I'm met with betrayal after betrayal isn't because I'm naive," he said evenly. "It's because I believe that kindness will always exist. If there were no fools like me, where would Yan Zongzhu find your pleasure?"
Yan Wushi burst into loud laughter. "Interesting words!"
He said to Shen Qiao, "My venerable self doesn't need friends. Only one kind of person is qualified to stand as my equal: an opponent. And you? You no longer qualify."


Shen Qiao shook his head and laughed helplessly at his own conjectures. Perhaps he did think too well of others, but if it made him happier, what was wrong with believing the best of people?

Their bowls clincked, the resulting sound crisp and pleasant. Shen Qiao thought back to when they'd first met. He'd never have imagined that there'd come a time when he and Yan Wushi could chat peacefully like this, and he smiled despite himself.

"I was fighting a bloody battle out there, and now I see my A-Qiao about to be seduced away! How perfectly agonizing!"
Shen Qiao didn't comment.
He didn't even need to look to know that Yan Wushi's clothes had not a drop of blood on them, let alone the remains of a "bloody battle".

Yan Wushi raised an eyebrow. A mean-spiritedness surged within him. Without warning, he grabbed Shen Qiao's chin and forced a kiss upon him, right there.




His achievements and martial arts, his incredible strenght - many understood that they'd never reach such heights. It was human nature to admire those of great strenght, and if anyone claimed they felt no trace of admiration for the egoistical Huanyue Sect Leader - who had the power to warrant such an ego - they'd be lying.


How very like Shen Qiao to say such a thing. Even when he'd fallen into the mire, when he was smeared with dust and grime and was at anyone's mercy, still he struggled back to his feet and walked onward, step by step. His comrades' betrayal, his kindness being repaid with enmity - it was as if he'd taken none of it to heart.
It...truly made someone long to crush him beneath their heel one more time, just to see how much more he could take before he collapsed completely.
Wouldn't that face look even better stained in tears and begging miserably?





Bai Rong laughed. "Shen-lang, why are you so cute? I just keep liking you more and more!"




"I'm not as incredible as you think." Shen Qiao shook his head. "I only want to see that man one more time, to see the disappointment on his face. Let him know that the demonic core didn't take, that it didn't control me. That I'm still myself."

For the ideals I pursue within my heart, I would not regret a thousand deaths to die.

Shen Qiao had removed his commone robes and changed back into the Daoist robe he used to wear every day, a long time ago. His hair was held in place by a jade pin, his white Daoist robe danced in the wind. From afar, he looked like an Immortal or a god. It was hard to look away.

4,5 'I'd say my A-Qiao but I know YWS doesn't share' stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐/⭐
5 'Shen Qiao must be protected at all costs' stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
4,5 'Yan Wushi being cute' stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐/⭐
4,5 'Yan Wushi wooing his a-Qiao' stars⭐⭐⭐⭐/⭐
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Shen Qiao frowned. "I thought we were friends."
Yan Wushi smiled thinly. "You have only yourself to blame. If you hadn't talked about being friends, I might have waited a little longer before moving against you. Just what kind of person do you think my venerable self is? Why would I need someone like you, some down-and-out laughingstock who can't even recover his martial arts, who's been exiled from his sect to be my friend?"
Shen Qiao stopped talking.
But in the end, Shen Qiao was only human. He didn't have a heart as pure as snow, nor a spirit as sturdy as iron. He, too, grew tired and disheartened, and felt pain.
"Then what about A-Qiao?" said the child. "Is A-Qiao good or bad?" His round eyes were as black as pitch, yet crystal clear. Within them was reflected the image of his dearest person.
A hand immediately stroked his head. It was warm and dry, like balmy sunlight cradling his body.
"My A-Qiao is the cutest."
The child became a little shy at this gratifying answer, but he couldn't hold back a bright smile.
Shen Qiao didn't speak, just held him tightly for a long time. Finally, he released the boy and took his hand. Two figures, one large and one small, walked slowly along the Yellow River, moving ever-forward.