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Transcending the Nine Heavens

Chu Yang, the Ninth Master of the Nine Tribulations Sword, sacrificed almost everything he had for the sake of improving his martial arts, including the love of his life. After spending three years locating the fifth fragment of the Nine Tribulations Sword, he was ambushed by all sides at that very place. Mortally injured with no means of escape, Chu Yang executed a sacrificial technique by plunging the Nine Tribulations Sword into his very own heart. “With the blood of my heart, ten thousand tribulations will collapse!” After witnessing the death of all his ambushers, Chu Yang’s vision began to darken. At a distance, moments before his death, he saw the mastermind who had plotted his downfall — Mo Tian Ji. With that, his eyes finally closed. However, with a start, Chu Yang once again awoke to find that he had returned to when he was sixteen years of age! Furthermore, the Sword Spirit of the Nine Tribulations Sword now resided within his Dantian, the energy center of his body! From that very moment, Chu Yang would then begin to right all of his past regrets, and carve his very own legend by fulfilling his destiny as the final Master of the Nine Tribulations Sword, and defeating the Heavenly Devils beyond the realm of the Nine Heavens Continent.

Feng Ling Tian Xia · Eastern
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Getting Drunk For You!

At that very same night, in the Prime Minister's manor which was situated in Great Zhao, Diwu Qingrou sent out all of his servants. He was dressed in a white robe stood along in the middle of a pavilion with his hands clasped behind his back. He stared into the dark night sky and stood silent without moving for a long time.

Autumn was extremely chilly! The wind gently wisped through the sky, the sadness of separation was constantly aching in his heart.

Diwu Qingrou continued to stand at the same position.

After a long time, he sighed in the darkness of the quiet night. Diwu Qingrou quietly asked, "Brother, have you already left?"

The wind continued to wail, but there was no response.

Diwu Qingrou slowly turned around. Behind him was an intricately carved table of ordinary wood, but all of its corners were worn down as it was made a few decades ago. On the table were six food dishes and a wine jug laid out.