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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 · Oriental
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Yin and Yang Must Pity the Beauty Part 3

Editor: Atlas Studios

With an 'ugh', Chu Yang threw up a mouthful of blood. It was followed by another three successive grunts and three more mouthfuls of hot scarlet blood. As the world spun around him, he could vaguely see in front of him a black-clad figure, her robes as black as ink. Slim and graceful, she looked as if she had walked out of a painting, beautiful and striking.

It was Wu Qianqian.

Wu Qianqian simply stood so prettily in front of him, her aggrieved and longing eyes gazing at him. She seemed like she wanted to reach out and touch his face but couldn't; as if she wanted to dive into his arms yet she was going further and further away.

"Chu Yang, I'm going… You must be happy…"

In the dimness, he seemed to hear Wu Qianqian's indistinct voice and a sense of wholehearted blessings that contained power of the soul…

Chu Yang threw up yet another mouthful of blood. His heart ached like death, lost in the vast world.