Fantasy Fragrance

Name: Fantasy Fragrance
Author: Qi Said A Handsome Boy

by Qi Said A Handsome Boy

ongoing Xianxia Cultivation Male Lead

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67Kwords21chapters

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Ch. 21 — Left Hand Qualifications

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About This Novel

The magical fragrance appears once every ten thousand years. Light it and any wish will come true. Tens of thousands of years ago, the founder of Yunxiang Academy, Niao Yunxiang, lit this incense, but at the last moment when she ascended to become an immortal, she tried to return to the human world - she saw the truth behind becoming an immortal: eternity is nothingness. The rules dismembered her into three pieces. She had one unfinished sentence and had been waiting for tens of thousands of years. Li Wuji, the only survivor of the Lijiacun Massacre. There is a greedy spirit in his body that keeps devouring his spiritual power. The moment the fairy incense burned in front of him, he said: I don't want it. It's not that the price is too heavy - it's that he sees clearly that "getting" itself means losing the desire. He chose to keep his desire and continue walking with his questions. I have been unable to break through to a higher realm throughout my life, but that "don't" is heavier than any ascension. Chen Jiyan, the only survivor of the extermination of the Hou Mansion, has been fed by hatred for fifteen years. When he tracks down his enemy, he chooses to expose the truth rather than take revenge - killing one person alone cannot rebuild what has been destroyed. After the war, he stopped practicing and focused on rebuilding on the ruins. The story begins with a stone tablet. On the tablet are four lines of poetry left by the scent of clouds before they soared. But there were originally more than four sentences on the stone tablet - there were two sentences that were worn away by the rules. Tens of thousands of years later, the two missing sentences appeared on the monument. It's not written on stone, it's the fingerprints left by the person who refilled the ink. Hundreds of years later, Huan Xian Xiang was born again. Another young man stood in front of the stone tablet. After reading four lines of poetry, he picked up an old bamboo leaf under the base of the tablet and put it into his sleeve. It's too old to be able to verify who placed this leaf. But being forgotten is an end in itself.