The Twelfth Floor

Originally titled Enemies Tangled Together, No Touching [Ruthless and taciturn, astonishingly strong, hopeless at understanding his feelings, a crazed gong × carefree and irreverent, living life to the fullest, the first to run when danger strikes, strength fueled by burning through his health bar, sickly beauty shou] “Every sword is born with a purpose. The Luohong Sword is stained with blood that can never be washed away, all so I could become the best in the world. Of all my mistakes, the worst was letting its tip point at you.” Twelve Lou and Tan Qingming spent their whole lives as mortal enemies, entangled in a feud that neither could escape. They only wished they could grind each other to dust. In the ninth year of Tianqi, Twelve Lou’s attempt to surround and kill Tan Qingming failed. Tan fought back with his sword and killed Twelve Lou on the spot. As he drew his last breath, Twelve Lou cut out the blood from his own heart and offered it to Tan Qingming. While Tan was stunned, Twelve Lou activated the Heart-Linking Art, dragging him down to hell along with him. But when they opened their eyes again, both had been reborn nine years earlier, to a time before they became enemies. Tan Qingming had only one thought: find Twelve Lou and find out why the Heart-Linking Art, meant to punish the faithless, had worked on him. Unfortunately, the name Twelve Lou never appeared in the martial world again. The lofty status he had once held was now occupied by a wastrel second-generation rich kid named Cen Jingying. · Cen Jingying used to have the same dream over and over. In the dream, flames blazed to the heavens as someone approached with a sword on his back, robes fluttering, tall and graceful. “I’m here to watch you die,” he said. Cen Jingying endured the agony of hellfire as his flesh charred and split. Yet one thought repeated endlessly in his mind. But I refuse to die. Yet in the dream after he was reborn, the man who had once stood high above him unexpectedly bent down and wrapped his arms around Cen Jingying’s shoulders. Trembling, he pressed a cool kiss to Cen Jingying’s forehead. “I used to think the feeling that made my heart ache whenever you came to mind was called hate... But only later did I learn that love can hurt just as much.” * The gorgeous, universally adored shou * A collection of ten thousand tubs of melodramatic angst Divider Upcoming novel 1: Imprisoned by the Wind, now being serialized Chu Xuan transmigrates into a book and becomes a demigod created by people who gave him the same name. In the book, after the Heavenly Dao falls, the immortal sects pool their power to create a demigod to oppose it, hoping to restore order to a chaotic world. The demigod Chu Xuan is compassionate, benevolent, and kind, the embodiment of everything beautiful in the world. But a counterfeit can only ever be a counterfeit. Aside from standing on an altar and receiving worship, Chu Xuan has no divine power at all. The Heavenly Dao scorns him, mortals revile him, and the immortal sects are ashamed of him. In the end, he has no choice but to become a wandering breeze between the realms of mortals and immortals. Chu Xuan: . Chu Xuan: Fine. I’ll turn evil. But there’s something more important than turning evil. Someone claims to have been born because of him. He traveled north from Xunyang, killing his way to the Ascension Platform, all so he could become a god and be worthy of him. · “So you don’t remember anything from before you became a demigod?” Thunder roared on the Ascension Platform as a wild wind surged from a black hole, tearing at heaven and earth. Chu Xuan shook his head at Li Beihe, feigning disappointment and doing his best to suppress the smile tugging at his lips. Chu Xuan: Like hell I don’t, idiot. If he dared say he remembered, he’d be locked back in that dim, dreary lighthouse to sit in solitude for one millennium after another. But to his surprise, Li Beihe acted as if he hadn’t seen through him and pulled him right down from the altar. The god, born with nothing but a good heart, was forced to reveal his solemn divine form. His usually placid face was rarely marked by panic, and even his plain white mourning robes were in disarray. “It doesn’t matter,” Li Beihe said calmly, as if this were nothing new. “The wind is destined to be forever free, but I insist on keeping it imprisoned in my hands.” [The wind rises beneath the dome, born of neither heaven nor earth, and destroyed by neither.] Li Beihe × Chu Xuan [A ruthless man from the gutter who rises to the top through sheer ruthlessness × a noble, aloof beauty covered in mud but never tainted in spirit] Upcoming novel 2: The Silent Returnee [Crime Investigation] Bai Jiuzhi, a nationally unknown master of puppet theater, is mistaken for a fake medium by Chen Qiuming during his first performance after returning to China, and gets handcuffed and taken to the police station. Chen Qiuming: ...Why not just say you’re putting on a puppet show? Bai Jiuzhi: ? You never told me you were a detective either. After that, Bai Jiuzhi’s puppets are present at one sensational crime scene after another, always placed somewhere conspicuous to look down on everyone. Chen Qiuming once again personally brings Bai Jiuzhi back to the municipal police bureau, but this time it’s a dead victim speaking through Bai Jiuzhi’s body. Bai Jiuzhi recounts the last things sixteen victims saw before they died, even recreating their deaths with uncanny accuracy. No one knows that this boy, who can communicate with ghosts and spirits, once endured a helpless and unsteady past. Nor does anyone know that he has now taken control of his puppets once again and become the one pulling the strings of fate. [Cold, ruthless, sharp-tongued, and venomous; sealed off from love, with no worldly desires; a top detective who puts solving cases first × a puppeteer with flawless layers of disguises, who falls for the very person he treats as a tool, and is an expert at running away] Theme: Chasing worldly pleasures, I nearly lost my way amid the tangled affairs of the world.