MZNRGN Translations

—  Factional Strife  — "Senior Brother, Senior Brother, why did you think of coming to pick up me and Young Master Ding? Do you know about the plan to steal the elixirs?" "Quiet." "Senior Brother, Senior Brother, aren't we supposed to return to Qiuye Peak? Why did we suddenly turn around?" "Stop nagging." "Senior Brother, Senior Brother, my head feels so dizzy..." "Idiot." Su Yan irritably reached out to catch Tong Tong, who nearly collapsed, and after a moment's thought, picked her up in his arms, swiftly heading toward Luoxia Peak. She had held on for so long—the effects of the pills were finally taking hold. Eight Baining Pills! It was a miracle she hadn't exploded from the overload! She wanted to sneer but instead pressed her lips tightly together, a flicker of concern flashing in her eyes. A few hours earlier, when He Gu came to her with the note Ding Ding had left behind, she knew something would go wrong. ...

—  Trouble  — "So it's Senior Brother Su Yan from Qiuye Peak. What a rare guest! May I ask what brings you to Xiangzhu Peak?" The girl in white robes smiled sweetly, but a flicker of jealousy and resentment flashed in her eyes. Although the disciples of Xiangzhu Peak generally held little respect for those from the main peak, the mention of Su Yan's name was enough to make almost everyone think twice—despite his calm and aloof demeanor, who knew if he might draw his sword at any moment? Not to mention ordinary cyan-robed disciples like them, even the typical white-robed direct disciples would consider themselves unlucky to cross paths with Su Yan. The girl, accustomed to being spoiled, had been promised by the Peak Master that she would be accepted as a direct disciple once she successfully formed her Golden Core. Now, on the verge of reaching Foundation Establishment perfection and just one step away from forming her Golden Core—perhaps even receiving a precious Ba...

—  Stealing the Elixirs  — On a moonless night with howling winds—a perfect time for murder and arson—it was indeed an ideal moment for mischief. Tong Tong, dressed in a cyan robe she had dug out from the bottom of her trunk, followed Ding Ding, who was similarly attired. They walked along a brightly lit corridor, as bright as day, suppressing their excitement and nervousness as they trailed at the end of a small group of cyan-robed disciples. They entered a spacious hall at a leisurely pace. In the center of the hall stood a bronze-colored cauldron, roughly  three zhang [10 meters]  tall. Though it resembled a tripod with its four slightly square legs, it wasn't quite one—it was fitted with a lid, atop which lay a creature with four claws, a long tail, a whale-like mouth, and dragon-like whiskers. At first glance, it looked like a raging bull. From a distance, its shape resembled a giant serpent, yet it exuded an even greater aura of majesty. Of course, Tong Tong ...

—  The Hardship of Cultivation  — "Senior Brother, Senior Brother, look! It's lit! It's actually lit!" Tong Tong held up the flickering flame on her fingertip, shouting excitedly, her cheeks flushed and rosier than the dancing red spark. How could she not be excited? After rubbing her fingers for so long, nearly wearing the skin raw, she had finally managed to produce this tiny spark! Her joy was no less than that of an actor who, after ten years in film, finally steps onto the Oscar stage. If her temporary instructor weren't so aloof, Tong Tong would have thrown caution to the wind and given him a warm hug, propriety be d@mned. Su Yan glanced over indifferently, not uttering a word. He simply rubbed his middle finger and thumb together, and with a crisp "snap," a golden-yellow flame ignited in his palm—bright and vibrant, far surpassing the feeble, flickering flame on Tong Tong's fingertip that seemed on the verge of extinguishing at any moment. T...