Chapter 1: Reincarnation and Soul Sending - Part One
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Chapter 1: Reincarnation and Soul Sending - Part One
一个寻常的夜里,细雨如丝,伴有寥寥几道闪电划过,雷声紧随其后。小镇上的人家多已入眠,城中只余下大自然的奏乐与人们若有若无的鼾声......
“Ah!” A low cry broke the silence of the night, and the cycle of destiny began anew... “What’s wrong, Young Master?” Shuang Qing’er asked anxiously, her voice soft and quick. “I’m fine, it’s just…” Dongfang Zi, drenched in sweat, quickly leaned against the courtyard wall, gasping for breath. Seeing this, Qing’er naturally doubted his words, assuming he was merely putting on a brave face. She hurriedly stepped forward to support him, “Young Master, let me help you to rest. The ceremony…” she said softly. Dongfang Zi waved his hand to indicate it was unnecessary and shook his head, slowly speaking, “Qing’er, you may withdraw for now. I need some time alone. Also, don’t let anyone in.” His words came slowly, like an old man nearing the end of his days, which was clearly unreasonable, considering he was still in the prime of his youth, full of vigor. Although Qing’er was concerned for her Young Master, she knew he was always resolute in his decisions, so she gently helped him into a stone chair in the courtyard before taking a few small steps back. Dongfang Zi’s complexion turned ashen, resembling a corpse, making it hard to believe that not long ago, he was the illustrious third son of the Dongfang family in the capital, now reduced to this state in an instant. Strangely, his hair grew whiter with each passing moment, and before long, his once jet-black hair transformed into a silvery hue. The bright moonlight cast down upon him, shimmering as it rose and fell with his breaths, which, however, grew fainter until they finally stilled…
On the other side, the servants of the Dongfang family, under the instructions of the butler, were hastily heading towards the direction of the sudden yet subtle howl. They happened to run into Qing'er, who had just exited the Third Young Master's courtyard. The servants quickly asked, "Miss Qing'er, is the young master unwell?" Although Qing'er was anxious inside, she maintained a calm facade and replied expressionlessly, "The young master is naturally well; he is busy dealing with official matters and has instructed me to wait at the courtyard gate. No one is allowed to enter without his permission." The servants, carrying a task, had come to investigate under the order of the butler, Zhang Zhenghua, and naturally could not return empty-handed. However, at this moment, the woman also had the Third Young Master's orders, so they did not dare to trespass. Thus, both sides remained in a standoff at the courtyard gate, completely unaware of the strange events happening inside the courtyard...
Before long, the house servants could no longer restrain themselves. After all, they had been sent by Steward Zhang, and if they took too long without any news, they would surely face some scolding... So, the good-natured Wen Ji among the servants was pushed to the forefront by his colleagues. This guy was usually honest and simple, a true example of "gaining fortune through suffering." At this moment, no one wanted to be the one to disturb the Third Young Master, but they had a task to fulfill. After some idle chatter, they saw Wen Ji, the naive one, standing tall and opening his mouth to shout, "Third Young Master, I…" Before he could finish, another servant covered his mouth, "Are you out of your mind? Why shout like that?" "But you all told me to…" Wen Ji replied, looking aggrieved. The servants were thrown into chaos, knowing that "this is bad, we didn't expect Wen Ji to have such a loud voice, now half the mansion will be startled!" Qingtian, who was at the gate, also looked displeased, clearly understanding the dreadful consequences that might arise from such a small shout. Sure enough, the doors of several side courtyards suddenly burst open, as if something had been startled...
It should be noted that even on ordinary days, shouting too loudly in the Oriental family's residence would be reprimanded, fearing it might disturb those entities. Moreover, today is the Day of Sending Souls, so Wen Ji's shouting is even more out of place. What's done is done; those present understand this principle, and the commotion quickly subsides. The household servants stand back to back, on high alert. Qinger, being the exclusive maid of the Third Young Master, naturally keeps her distance from these men, retreating a couple of steps to press against the courtyard gate, vigilant of the semi-circular area in front of her. She knows that as long as the Third Young Master is here, those entities will not emerge from the courtyard, unless... "Unless the Young Master fails, and the price of failure is often death; if the Young Master dies, then there is no need for her to live!" Thinking of this, she presses her back against the gate with even more force.
In the midst of chaos outside the courtyard, when trouble was brewing, Dongfang Zi in the courtyard was calmly conducting the soul transmission ritual with his spirit out of his body, just like before... Little did he know that this time, there seemed to be some unpredictable changes in the soul transmission. Naturally, this was not something that Wen Ji's shout could trigger; that was merely a catalyst, exposing the dangers that had been lurking in the shadows. So, they began to move...
??If you want to know what happens next, stay tuned for the next episode~
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(End of this chapter)
一个寻常的夜里,细雨如丝,伴有寥寥几道闪电划过,雷声紧随其后。小镇上的人家多已入眠,城中只余下大自然的奏乐与人们若有若无的鼾声......
“Ah!” A low cry broke the silence of the night, and the cycle of destiny began anew... “What’s wrong, Young Master?” Shuang Qing’er asked anxiously, her voice soft and quick. “I’m fine, it’s just…” Dongfang Zi, drenched in sweat, quickly leaned against the courtyard wall, gasping for breath. Seeing this, Qing’er naturally doubted his words, assuming he was merely putting on a brave face. She hurriedly stepped forward to support him, “Young Master, let me help you to rest. The ceremony…” she said softly. Dongfang Zi waved his hand to indicate it was unnecessary and shook his head, slowly speaking, “Qing’er, you may withdraw for now. I need some time alone. Also, don’t let anyone in.” His words came slowly, like an old man nearing the end of his days, which was clearly unreasonable, considering he was still in the prime of his youth, full of vigor. Although Qing’er was concerned for her Young Master, she knew he was always resolute in his decisions, so she gently helped him into a stone chair in the courtyard before taking a few small steps back. Dongfang Zi’s complexion turned ashen, resembling a corpse, making it hard to believe that not long ago, he was the illustrious third son of the Dongfang family in the capital, now reduced to this state in an instant. Strangely, his hair grew whiter with each passing moment, and before long, his once jet-black hair transformed into a silvery hue. The bright moonlight cast down upon him, shimmering as it rose and fell with his breaths, which, however, grew fainter until they finally stilled…
On the other side, the servants of the Dongfang family, under the instructions of the butler, were hastily heading towards the direction of the sudden yet subtle howl. They happened to run into Qing'er, who had just exited the Third Young Master's courtyard. The servants quickly asked, "Miss Qing'er, is the young master unwell?" Although Qing'er was anxious inside, she maintained a calm facade and replied expressionlessly, "The young master is naturally well; he is busy dealing with official matters and has instructed me to wait at the courtyard gate. No one is allowed to enter without his permission." The servants, carrying a task, had come to investigate under the order of the butler, Zhang Zhenghua, and naturally could not return empty-handed. However, at this moment, the woman also had the Third Young Master's orders, so they did not dare to trespass. Thus, both sides remained in a standoff at the courtyard gate, completely unaware of the strange events happening inside the courtyard...
Before long, the house servants could no longer restrain themselves. After all, they had been sent by Steward Zhang, and if they took too long without any news, they would surely face some scolding... So, the good-natured Wen Ji among the servants was pushed to the forefront by his colleagues. This guy was usually honest and simple, a true example of "gaining fortune through suffering." At this moment, no one wanted to be the one to disturb the Third Young Master, but they had a task to fulfill. After some idle chatter, they saw Wen Ji, the naive one, standing tall and opening his mouth to shout, "Third Young Master, I…" Before he could finish, another servant covered his mouth, "Are you out of your mind? Why shout like that?" "But you all told me to…" Wen Ji replied, looking aggrieved. The servants were thrown into chaos, knowing that "this is bad, we didn't expect Wen Ji to have such a loud voice, now half the mansion will be startled!" Qingtian, who was at the gate, also looked displeased, clearly understanding the dreadful consequences that might arise from such a small shout. Sure enough, the doors of several side courtyards suddenly burst open, as if something had been startled...
It should be noted that even on ordinary days, shouting too loudly in the Oriental family's residence would be reprimanded, fearing it might disturb those entities. Moreover, today is the Day of Sending Souls, so Wen Ji's shouting is even more out of place. What's done is done; those present understand this principle, and the commotion quickly subsides. The household servants stand back to back, on high alert. Qinger, being the exclusive maid of the Third Young Master, naturally keeps her distance from these men, retreating a couple of steps to press against the courtyard gate, vigilant of the semi-circular area in front of her. She knows that as long as the Third Young Master is here, those entities will not emerge from the courtyard, unless... "Unless the Young Master fails, and the price of failure is often death; if the Young Master dies, then there is no need for her to live!" Thinking of this, she presses her back against the gate with even more force.
In the midst of chaos outside the courtyard, when trouble was brewing, Dongfang Zi in the courtyard was calmly conducting the soul transmission ritual with his spirit out of his body, just like before... Little did he know that this time, there seemed to be some unpredictable changes in the soul transmission. Naturally, this was not something that Wen Ji's shout could trigger; that was merely a catalyst, exposing the dangers that had been lurking in the shadows. So, they began to move...
??If you want to know what happens next, stay tuned for the next episode~
?
????
(End of this chapter)