Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Chu Yuning's footsteps were light as the wind in the wilderness, her thoughts still lingering on the Bronze Mirror, the face of that man etched in her mind, refusing to fade away.
She tried to piece together more memories, but each effort felt like grasping at a wisp of smoke, slipping away in an instant.
The wind of the wild brushed against her cheek, bringing a hint of coolness.
Suddenly, her steps came to an abrupt halt.
An unusual aura permeated the air, as if some ancient and powerful force was quietly approaching.
Her pupils constricted slightly, her body instinctively tensing like a beast sensing danger.
The presence drew nearer, carrying a sense of pressure that was both familiar and strange, making her heart race uncontrollably.
"Finally found you," a deep and cold voice echoed from behind her, as if rising from an abyss.
Chu Yuning slowly turned around, her gaze sharp as she fixed it on the source of the voice.
Three figures emerged from the darkness, their tall and robust forms covered in fine scales that glimmered with a chilling sheen under the faint moonlight.
Their eyes sparkled with an eerie green light in the dark, resembling wild beasts of the wilderness, exuding primal ferocity and strength.
"Who are you?" Chu Yuning's voice was calm yet low, her fingers tightening slightly as the edge of the Bronze Mirror pressed into her palm, bringing a sting of pain.
Her gaze was icy, warily watching the enemies before her.
"We are pursuers from the Demon Realm," the leader said coldly, his voice carrying an undeniable authority. "You have betrayed the Demon Realm, and now you must return with us to face punishment."
Chu Yuning furrowed her brows slightly, fragments of memories flashing through her mind.
She seemed to remember that she once belonged to the demon realm, but she couldn't piece together what had happened.
"I don't remember you," she said softly, her voice laced with caution and confusion.
"The loss of memory does not change your crimes," the man stepped forward, his spear glinting coldly, as if ready to pierce her chest at any moment. "Come with us, or—"
Before he could finish his sentence, Chu Yuning's body was already in motion.
Her movements were so swift they were almost imperceptible, like a bolt of lightning slicing through the darkness.
Her fingers traced an arc in the air, and an invisible force erupted from her fingertips, striking the man's chest directly.
He let out a muffled grunt, his body pushed back several steps, but he quickly steadied himself, a flicker of surprise and anger crossing his eyes.
"It seems your power hasn't completely faded," he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. "But that's still not enough."
The other two pursuers launched their attacks simultaneously, their strikes fierce and relentless, infused with the wild power unique to the demon realm.
Chu Yuning's body spun in the air like a delicate falling leaf, evading the first strike, but the second grazed her shoulder, sending a jolt of pain through her.
Her breath quickened as the power within her gradually awakened in the heat of battle, as if something long dormant was being stirred.
With another wave of her fingers, this time her power coalesced more intensely, forming an invisible barrier around her.
The attackers' strikes were halted mid-air, and a deep rumble resonated through the atmosphere, as if the very heavens were trembling in response.
A glimmer of coldness flashed in Chu Yuning's eyes as her body surged forward once more, moving with a speed that was almost impossible to capture.
The battle raged fiercely across the wilderness, and Chu Yuning's strength gradually awakened amidst the chaos.
Though the attacks from her pursuers were fierce, they seemed increasingly powerless against her growing power.
In the end, her fingers pierced through the chest of the last pursuer, blood dripping from her fingertips and staining the sandy ground red.
Her breath came in quick gasps, her body trembling slightly as the energy within her was nearly depleted from the fight.
Her vision began to blur, and she swayed unsteadily before finally collapsing to the ground.
As her consciousness faded, she heard a low thudding sound of footsteps approaching.
She struggled to open her eyes, catching sight of a blurred figure walking toward her.
It was a man, tall and slender, dressed in a gray robe, his face bearing an enigmatic expression.
"Who... are you?" Chu Yuning's voice was weak, barely audible.
The man did not answer; instead, he knelt down and gently lifted her into his arms.
His movements were tender yet firm, as if he were handling a precious treasure.
As Chu Yuning's consciousness slipped into darkness, her final memory lingered on the man's deep-set eyes, where it seemed she could see endless stars.
When she awoke again, she found herself lying in a simple wooden cabin.
The room was simple and tidy, filled with a faint scent of herbs that carried a warm atmosphere.
Her body still felt weak, but the intense pain had lessened significantly, as if a gentle force was mending her wounds.
"You’re awake." A deep voice came from beside her, laced with concern.
Chu Yuning turned her head and saw a man sitting by the bed, holding a steaming bowl of medicinal soup.
His gaze was calm and profound, as if he could see into her soul, which made her feel an involuntary sense of reassurance.
"Who are you?" she asked softly, her voice tinged with caution and confusion.
"My name is Xuan Qing." The man offered her the soup, his tone gentle yet firm. "You’ve been seriously injured and need to rest."
Chu Yuning did not take the soup but instead fixed her eyes on his, trying to find answers within them. "Why did you save me?"
Xuan Qing paused for a moment before replying quietly, "Because your existence is tied to the fate of the Demon Realm and the Human World."
Chu Yuning's brow furrowed slightly as fragmented memories flashed through her mind.
She had once been deeply entangled with the Demon Realm, but she couldn’t piece together the specifics.
"I don’t remember," she said softly, her voice filled with helplessness and confusion.
"Your memories will return gradually," Xuan Qing reassured her in a calm and steady tone, as if soothing her unease. "But for now, you need to rest."
Chu Yuning fell silent and accepted the soup, taking a gentle sip.
The taste of the medicinal soup was bitter and rich, carrying a strange warmth that seemed to soothe her weary body and mind.
Her body gradually relaxed, and her consciousness slipped back into darkness.
Xuan Qing sat by the bed, his gaze resting on her face. His fingers gently brushed across her forehead, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes.
The wind outside whispered softly, bringing with it a low, mournful howl.
Xuan Qing stood up and walked to the window, his eyes fixed on the distant wilderness. A hint of complexity crossed his features once more.
The candlelight within the room flickered gently, casting a warm glow on Chu Yuning's face.
Her breathing became steady, as if she had fallen into a deep slumber.
Xuan Qing's gaze returned to her face, a ripple of emotion passing through his eyes.
"No matter what lies ahead, I will walk with you," he murmured, his voice tinged with determination.
The wind outside gradually calmed, and the night enveloped the entire wilderness.
He quietly sat back down by her side, silently guarding her until the first rays of dawn spilled into the wooden cabin.
Comment 0 Comment Count