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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 cupped his face in her hands and looked at him with desperate eyes, "Turn back, Weisheng... For me?" But her pleading voice wasn't enough to melt his cold heart. He held onto her wrists and pushed her away from himself. "You're mine, and I'm yours... All these other people shouldn't exist between us," Weisheng murmured grimly, "So, I'll do the honors, and erase them from existence!" --- Cover Artist: https://www.instagram.com/alina._.smthng/ My Linktree: https://linktr.ee/Haru.is.cuter.than.you

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An Anonymous Man

Xiaoling went to her room and locked the doors. She pulled Weisheng's coat from her shoulders and threw it on the bed. She quickly knelt and summoned her guqin on her lap, playing a random melody to clear her mind. She couldn't help but wonder why she remained speechless in front of Weisheng. She felt like a pushover, and it irked her. 

She closed her eyes and plucked the strings of the guqin. But her frustration ruined the melody. She opened her eyes and exhaled, "I'm his Master, and he's my disciple. How dare he?!" 

Weisheng sat on the pavilion's seating lifelessly, holding his head in his hands. He felt strange ever since returning from the Heaven Realm. He didn't feel like himself. He said things he would never say and did things he would die but do. 

Suddenly, he heard footsteps closing in on him. He looked up frantically, only to see Qiang. 

"Why are you sitting here?" Qiang asked casually, "And with a pot of soup…?" She raised an eyebrow.