Fantasy
You Call Fishing Ascension?
Disciples knelt all across the mountain, crying out in unison, “We respectfully send off the Patriarch on his ascension!”
But what I saw was a silvery-white hook piercing Master’s throat, dragging him up into the clouds.
His feet had left the ground. He couldn’t make a sound.
Like a fish.
I lunged forward and wrapped my arms around Master’s legs. “Let him go!”
Eldest Senior Brother struck me with his palm and sent me flying. “You madwoman! Can you bear the consequences of ruining the Patriarch’s ascension ceremony?”
Blood spilled from the corner of my mouth.
I laughed.
“Ascension? Are you all blind? That’s fishing!”
You Really Know How to Do It, Don’t You?
I was a Little Blind One, and I met an Old Swindler.
To keep ourselves fed, the two of us pretended to be Daoist priests, making a living by conning our way into wealthy households.
That day, the General’s Mansion put up a notice seeking someone with profound magical power to enter the estate and catch a ghost.
The two of us gritted our teeth and immediately decided to go big or go home!
Who would have thought that, inside the General’s Mansion, more people died with each passing day?
Oh my god. There really was a ghost.
The Old Swindler trembled as he shielded me behind him.
The malicious ghost’s shriek pierced our eardrums.
Silently, I formed a hand seal. “Gather the baleful qi of heaven and earth, thunder descend!!”
Old Swindler: “??? Wait, you actually know how?!”
Youniang
I hung from the city wall while the rebel leader taunted my husband.
“My lord, choose: your old love or your wife!”
Beside me, Li Yaoyao cried out with righteous resolve, “Sui’an, don’t worry about me!
Storm the city!
Tell the crown prince I’ll marry him in my next life!”
Two arrows whistled through the air.
The rebel holding Li Yaoyao at his mercy fell dead.
I watched in silence as Shen Sui’an and the crown prince came flying toward us.
Both crowded around Li Yaoyao.
Neither noticed that my rope had been cut.
Your Eyes Were Peach Blossoms, and Spring Breeze Was the Tavern’s Name
My sister was a goldsmith who entered the palace to deliver jewelry, only to be knocked unconscious by Consort Yi.
Consort Yi had quarreled with the emperor, so she stole my sister’s clothes and exit token and slipped out of the palace for fun.
Furious and frantic, the emperor cut my innocent sister down with a single stroke, then rode out to find the woman he loved.
In the end, my sister’s body was thrown into a mass grave.
The emperor and Consort Yi returned sweetly together on the same horse, and their reunion became a celebrated romance.
Half a year later, I became one of the emperor’s beauties.
After all, I am not human—I am a marten.
If a fox spirit can bewitch a ruler, so can a marten.
