Tale Of The Sorceress
An eye for an eye. He wanted revenge. She wanted peace. Those who wronged her were on his blacklist. And because all he wanted was vengeance, she became someone further from his reach. --- Prosecutor Yuan Weisheng gets into an accident, unlocking the ability to see the paranormal entities of the After-Realm. His superstitious mom hires a sorceress to ward off the evil spirits. The sorceress, Ren Xiaoling, diagnoses Weisheng with the Cursed Eye, a rare curse created by the Supreme Demon Lord 10,000 years ago. XIaoling takes Weisheng under her wing, training him to suppress the curse with cultivation. However, Weisheng experiences a split personality similar to the rumored Supreme Demon Lord during their training journey. His split personality emerges as his past incarnation and has some history with Xiaoling - a fated, yet cursed history. Cursed with the memories of his past incarnation, Weisheng's only goal in life becomes vengeance. To exact revenge for the sake of his peace-loving Master, he must go against her wishes and throw himself into the ring of war - A war against the Heavens. --- [Excerpt] Xiaoling’s heart skipped a beat. He rested his head on her shoulder often, but her heart pounded as if this was his first time. “Isn’t it funny?” Weisheng asked as he scoffed in amusement, “I vowed to protect a woman named Xiao Hua with all my life, but here I am, insanely in love with a woman named Xiaoling.” “You…” Xiaoling tried to speak but ended up silent. “It doesn’t matter who I am,” Weisheng murmured, “All that matters is you stay by my side forever.” He raised his head from her shoulder and looked into her eyes, “Because you’re the only one I have in this world.” **** “Then you deserve my forgiveness,” Xiaoling smiled brightly, “Even though you ruined my life, you came back to make it up to me, didn’t you?” “That’s just my selfishness,” Weisheng shrugged, “I don’t deserve you, but I will die before witnessing you with someone else, so…” He rolled his eyes, “You just fell into my trap.” Xiaoling chuckled, “It’s okay. I like this trap.” --- Cover Artist: https://www.instagram.com/alina._.smthng/ My Linktree: https://linktr.ee/Haru.is.cuter.than.you
A Cursed Dream
The screams of the court maids, the scent of blood in the air, and the taste of tears returned to Weisheng in a dream. It was a sight he could never forget, a sight he often lived in his dreams again and again, and a sight that haunted his mind now and then.
Unable to wake from the dream, but knowing very well it was a dream, Weisheng quietly lived the moment again. The court maids dragged him to the dreaded room and shouted in his face for not protecting the Crown Princess Consort, letting her die outside his brothel.
The familiar rusty sword was on the ground as always, right next to Xiaoling's body, covered in blood. The sight was displayed in his dreams so often, he could recite the events without a pause.
The screams and backhanded remarks of the court maids got louder and louder, reminding Weisheng of his misconduct, neglect, and refusal to help a poor woman in the palace, despite being one of her legal guardians.