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460 pages, Paperback
Published January 2, 2024






"What happened to you?"
"Hurts..." Yan Wushi looked at him. A hint of indignation came over his gaze - he seemed to be condemning Shen Qiao for standing over there instead of coming to him.
Shen Qiao had lived for thirty years and experienced all sorts of difficulties and dilemmas, but never had he been at such a loss on how to react as he was now.
Was Yan Wushi acting pitiful on purpose?


The door to the inner room was open, and the result was that she saw a scene that left her gaping and tounge-tied: Shen Qiao was bent at the waist, gripping the alive-dead man's chin as he pressed their mouths together. Beneath the blinding sunlight, she could even see their tongues briefly interwine.

"It's fine. Buddha sent you to me, but he refused to bring us together. It's obvious that we're not meant to be. I hope his esteemed self blesses the two of you, so that you can grow old together!"
Shen Qiao did not know how to respond.





Yan Wushi gave a cold laugh. To him, squabbling with them was beneath him.


Etheral light rippled, converging and diverging - at times dark at times bright. Within this he danced, poised like a crane on the verge of taking flight.
The heart is within the sword, and the sword is within the man. Forgetting both myself and the world, I achive perfect clarity.



"It's only been several months, yet Daoist Master Shen's martial arts seem to have advanced another level! This is truly a commendable feat!" Buddhist Master Xueting's expression was grave.


He barley had a strengt to stand. Overcome by his overtaxed martial strenght and internal injuries, his sight faded and his ears rang as he collapsed forward.
Yan Wushi caught him without hesitation. He even smiled and said, "A-Qiao, I know you like me, but you don't have to throw yourself into my arms like this!"

Yan Wushi startled, then a strange cruelty rose to his face, as if a mask had suddenly broken. [...]
Yan Wushi quickly shut his eyes!
After a moment, he opened them again, reaching down to carefully stroke Shen Qiao'c cheek. Then his hand meandered to the back to grasp his nape, pulling him up a little. Finally, he lowered his own head and swallowed each one of those incessant murmurs, taking them into his mouth.



"I've always done as I pleased without a single regret. This isn't for atonement, much less something as laughable as guilt. You don't need to feel indebted to me, or go as far as to harbor some self-serving, wishful thought about the meaning of it all. That would only make me want to throw up."
He used his thumb to wipe away the shine from Shen Qiao's lip and chuckled softly. "This venerable one is waiting for you to make good on your promise one day. Become a worthy opponent. Then perhaps this venerable one will deem you worthy of a second look."


Dark hair and blue robes, a longsword on his back, his complexion lustrous, bright like a shining moon. He looked like an immortal among humans, subtly giving off a sense of unapproachable, lofty abstinence.


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 ⭐⭐⭐⭐/⭐
5 'yanshen in love' stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐He had no words to respond to that. Shen Qiao, who'd always been outstandingly good-tempered, suddenly had an urge. An urge to upend the other bowl of soup in his hand over that man's head.
Yan Wushi seemed to have sensed his thoughts and shrank back despite himself. Once again, he looked at Shen Qiao with that hurt expression.
Shen Qiao held his forehead and looked to the heavens, speechless.
After a long time with no reply, Yan Wushi raised his head to look at Shen Qiao, then said hesitantly, "Like last time... Kis."
If I knock him unconscious right now, will he wake up with a more normal personality? Shen Qiao contemplated this with all seriousness.
Yan Wushi seemed to have sensed the impending danger; he swallowed down the "kiss" that was halfway out of his mouth and huddled in a corner of the bed.
But in Yan Wushi's eyes, whether it was Xie Ling or Yan Wushi didn't matter. Good or evil, painful or wonderful—he alone should be special to Shen Qiao. There was no need for some other random person to partake in that special regard.
"You're crying?" Yan Wushi was a bit stunned, thinking it incomprehensible. "What is there to cry about? Xie Ling was merely a fragment of my soul, not even a person."
Shen Qiao said dully, "He might have been a fragment to you, but to me, he was once a living person."
Yan Wushi suddenly began to laugh. "Foolish A-Qiao," he said gently. "When have I ever been good to you?"
But at this time, all eyes were on him as he fought against heavy odds, single handedly overcoming greater numbers.
With this battle, his name was destined to shake the world itself!
”’he’d always want to bring out the darkness hidden within you. But he doesn’t know that you are you. There may be hundreds of thousands of Chen Gongs in this world, but there is only one Shen Qiao.’”
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