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by author Mo Shubai 「墨书白」 Translation by Pǔtōng Pínghuā The first time Fu Changling met Qin Yan, he was already a demon cultivator. Qin Yan massacred Fu Changling's entire clan before placing an old piece of jade in his palm. He said, "Fu Changling, a person is akin to jade. Only through countless trials of life and death can one truly grasp their true self." Thus began their lifelong entanglement, marked by countless clashes of their swords spanning half their lives. He himself sent Qin Yan to the Judgment Platform, where Qin Yan endured countless slashes and witnessed him tearing out his Root of Love. Fu Changling died only to be reborn as his seventeen-year-old self. Encountering Qin Yan sooner than expected this time around, he learned a truth that eluded him in his previous life. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ So, covered in blood, he crawled to Qin Yan, his voice hoarse as he said, "You once entered the Golden Light Pagoda on my behalf, endured the bone-piercing nails, fought against a hundred thousand ghosts at the Cliff of Ten Thousand Bones, waited through a night of wind and rain at the Reincarnation Bridge, and lit the meditation lamp at the Immaculate Palace for ten years. Qin Yan, it was you who loved me first." "But I forgot." "Even if you've forgotten, I haven't." Trembling, Fu Changling took out the jade pendant given to him back then, now stained with blood and tears. Gazing up at him, he repeated, word for word, "A person is akin to jade. Just as jade is honed to perfection through meticulous carving and chiseling, so too is a person refined. Only by weathering the myriad pains of life and death can one emerge as polished jade, unveiling their truest self." "Now that Changling has become a refined jade," Fu Changling's voice choked with emotion, "would Shīxiōng be willing to accept me back?" This path of redemption, fraught with thorns along the way, was all he could ask for.
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