MZNRGN Translations

一 Battling Meng Po 一 She was a slender yet upright young woman, with striking and beautiful features. Her two sword-like eyebrows slanted sharply toward her temples, her skin was whiter than snow, her lips as red as cinnabar. A faint smile curled at the corners of her mouth, but her eyes shimmered with a chilling k!lling intent, exuding a deathly aura as heavy and gloomy as the  Styx [River of the Underworld] , sending a bone-deep chill through anyone who saw her. Shifting her gaze from that dazzling red figure, she saw a large crowd serving as the background scenery. "Sister Fuyi?" Tong Tong exclaimed happily. "You're here too?" Not only Luqiu Fuyi, but also her little shadow, Ning Qinglian, the troublesome Meng Qianyao who gave Tong Tong and Su Yan headaches, Qiu Si, the pair they had conflicts with—Bai Jingjing and Liu Ya—along with a few unfamiliar young monks, all wearing identical expressions of bitterness, as if they had suffered injuries to varying deg...

— Naihe Bridge — If giving birth is a more painful experience than having a period, then being poisoned by the Siam Honey-Fruit is akin to the torment of a period gone wild. At first, it was just abdominal pain and bloating, as if a cold, sinister energy was rampaging inside her body, searching for an exit. By the time cold sweat beaded on her forehead and frost formed on her brows, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse. The area around her lower abdomen and dantian felt as if it were on fire, burning intensely. It was as though someone was taking a sharp awl and drilling fiercely into her, but not in a straightforward manner. Instead, it twisted and turned in that small area, as if painstakingly tracing a pattern like embroidery, making her experience every variation of pain over and over again. Curled up on the ground, rolling in agony, she had completely lost any semblance of a cultivator's dignity. Her hair was already disheveled beyond recognition, and her plain, del...

— Siam Honey-Fruit — ""Persistent as a ghost." —This was Su Yan, squinting her eyes and speaking coldly. "Hmm? So it's her." —This was Lu Xianrou, her face wooden and expression unchanged. "Wow! What a coincidence! This is fate!" —This was Tong Tong, her brows curved and her smile as bright as flowers. "Before coming here, I heard someone had defeated all rivals and taken the entire Siam Honey-Fruit tree. I had my suspicions, and indeed, it turned out to be true." Luqiu Fuyi walked gracefully over with her junior sister Ning Qinglian, her beautiful eyes glancing at the still mostly intact fruit as she spoke with a smile. Her gaze habitually met her old rival Su Yan's, but she keenly noticed that the other was lazily leaning against her own spirit beast, a pair of phoenix-like eyes looking over with a half-smile, like a resting tiger, exuding an air of intimidation—how could the young master of the Nichang Valley, who had immersed h...

— The Third Wheel — Circulating her energy to assess her condition, Su Yan found that most of the poison had been purged, and her stagnant true essence was no longer a major issue. Yet, she felt as if a heavy stone were lodged in her chest, making her unbearably stifled. —This silly girl! Why hadn't she been this dedicated when she taught her swordsmanship back then?! Her eyes darkening as she watched Tong Tong practice with single-minded focus, Su Yan snorted inwardly and raised a hand to touch her left shoulder. Her arm was still numb and aching, but it was no longer immobile as before. The lingering sweetness of the pill liquid remained in her mouth... Glancing at the alchemy furnace nearby, she narrowed her phoenix eyes, lost in thought. Just as Tong Tong was struggling to memorize the sword forms, she suddenly felt warmth behind her. A gentle force took hold of her wrist, guiding it through a sword movement. "Huh?" "The sword moves with the mind, its aura like...