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Chapter 1: The Debt and the Sale (Part 1) Emma Craven discovered that her life was over at exactly 2:37 p.m. on a rainy Tuesday, while trying to untie an impossible knot in her shoelace. The kitchen p...

The maid finished the palace tour and took her leave, leaving the fairies to their own devices. The fairies huddled up again—some to chat, some to wander off. Ling Wu was firmly in the second camp. Sh...

She'd braced for a long wait before catching Qin Zheng. Instead, the moment Li Funing went to bed, the ghost delivered himself. Ling Wu went on high alert, yellow talisman clutched in her hand. What w...

"To my mind, no one compares to Kunlun's Divine Sovereign. I caught one distant glimpse of him at the banquet and was struck speechless—that figure, that face, a feast for the eyes!" The fairy who spo...

Just as Ling Wu was racking her brains for how to fob Qingchen off, his words took an unexpected turn: "Today is the Dragon King of the Western Sea's birthday banquet. This morning he sent a spirit cr...

Qin Zheng glanced at the rabbit lantern, then at Shen Ci's fleeing back, and shook his head, laughing. He'd likely provoked some young miss again. Setting the lantern aside, he took up his brush and w...

Chapter 4: The Debt and the Sale (Part 4) Emma adjusted her posture, squared her shoulders, and took her first real step down the ground-floor corridor. The black-and-white marble beneath her sneakers...

Chapter 3: The Debt and the Sale (Part 3) His voice was exactly what she had imagined the voice of someone who read five-year contracts for fun would sound like: controlled, slightly ironic, and dange...

Chapter 2: The Debt and the Sale (Part 2) That night, the family home was filled with a heavy silence. Her mother cried in the bathroom with the faucet running. Her brother pretended to study, but Emm...

Dawn was barely breaking when Ling Wu yawned at the yellow talismans blanketing her table. Cultivation really was an excellent way to kill time. She'd tossed and turned all night after getting back—pa...

The café was called Grão Verso. Fábio discovered it on his second day as an intern, when he got off the subway ten minutes early and decided to walk around the block instead of heading straight to the...

Back on Mount Kunlun, Ling Wu slept for three days and three nights straight. Perhaps she had truly worn herself out; she did not dream at all. When she woke, she felt refreshed and clear-headed. As i...

Ling Wu had meant to reform this Qin Zheng. As it turned out, the man took neither the carrot nor the stick. Looked the picture of a well-read gentleman, yet petty to the bone. No wonder he died young...

The alarm went off at 6:12 a.m. Not 6:15, as Fábio had intended, because he’d set it incorrectly the night before—too nervous to get anything right, including his own fingers. He sat up in bed and sta...

Ling Wu glared at his retreating back and let fly: "Who are you cursing, huh?! What do you mean, no next life for me! When I ascend, I'll make you regret it! Just you wait!" Cruel words wound the hear...

Never had Ling Wu imagined that one day she'd get to see those storybook illustrations performed live, right before her eyes. It all started at noon, right after the two of them had finished enjoying ...

"You'd spare me too?" Yunshu shot back. Guyuan shook his head. "This lord is famous through the three realms for cherishing delicate creatures. Otherwise, why do you think you'd still be standing here...

Guyuan might have said more, but Ling Wu's wary gaze stopped him. He sighed. "The days are long. Next we meet, Miss Ah-Wu, do be less of a stranger to me." With that, he drifted away. A stranger? She ...

Qin Zheng curved his lips—smiling, even as tears fell from his eyes. "I only wish Funing a smooth road ahead. I have no regrets." With the words, the black vapor around him dissolved entirely. Ling Wu...

Through the banquet, the oil-paper umbrella swayed from time to time. Ling Wu knew perfectly well it was Qin Zheng fidgeting, but with her master present she couldn't slip away. At her fourth light ta...

Chapter 5: The Debt and the Sale (Part 5) The corridor curved gently to the left and suddenly opened into a wider area: the entrance to the kitchen, judging by the distant scent of dried herbs and the...

Love breeds worry; love breeds fear; and love that cannot be had breeds a darkness all its own. Qin Zheng had become a ghost—so his love could never be. Shen Ci had fallen one step short—so his love c...

At dusk, Qingchen led Ling Wu back and reached out to tear the notice from the board. A swarm of servants materialized on the spot, hoisted up a sedan chair, and bore the two of them off to the Shen r...

They had played too long and nearly forgotten the actual business at hand. With the Shen-Li wedding drawing near, Yunshu asked Ling Wu when they would go to the Li residence. She wanted to see the sch...

Back then, Shen Ci was nineteen—young, brilliant, and already going places—and Li Funing was seventeen, unmarried and waiting at home. Paired together, they'd have made quite the story. Shen Ci was th...

Qingchen's later explanation to Ling Wu went like this: given their relationship, "husband and wife" was the only fitting thing to call each other—every bit as close as master and disciple. That was w...

Valdieri House, the Small Sitting Room At Celestina's words, Rain's arms tightened around the cat without her meaning to. Her plan, coming here, had been to get it over with quickly. And now she sat o...

Ling Yu rose anxiously, stepped close to the man, and finally stopped in front of him, looking down: “I've said that if I only wanted information, I wouldn't have come looking for a person at all. And...

Valdieri House, Early Afternoon Rain had barely put her phone down when Rongrong trotted up to her feet with the little fish toy in her mouth. The cat dropped the fish onto Rain's shoe and looked up a...

To grow up, to become a calm person, requires shedding many tears. "Chairwoman Su arranged for me to pick you up and take you home." "Why do you call Mom 'Chairwoman Su'?" "Because I don't want to be ...

Sixth Senior Brother had barely returned when Eldest Senior Brother left again. Ling Wu's days turned miserable. With Eldest Senior Brother around, she'd at least had someone to chat with. He knew so ...

Qingchen sat up and held out a hand to Ling Wu. His hand was pale and slender, the knuckles distinct, curved in a gentle arc—a beautiful sight. "Did I not tell you, Ah-Wu? No need for formalities in p...

Since Yunshu had only meant to help the scholar, and no real harm had come of it, Ling Wu was prepared to let her go. But Yunshu refused to leave. She wanted to tag along to the Li residence and see t...