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Legend has it that two experts left a half-finished chess game on the hilltop of eastern dynasty’s number one mountain called “King Mountain”. A few sentences are left on the board at a time when the eastern dynasty is experiencing turmoil, chaos and instability.

A woman dressed in a simple white robe like the snowy moon, praised as having “unsurpassable grace,” also happens to be one who acts and speaks freely, wild like the wind, such a person is praised and respected by the rest of the martial arts world (wulin). How is she to be “Carefree as the Wind” in such a wrecked and chaotic time?

A man who is completely opposite, dressed by the dark moon. He is graceful and honorable, kind and tolerant. This kind of person that the rest of the martial arts world (wulin) admires and submits to. In such a chaotic time where morals are loose, what kind of benignity can he accomplish?

A prince, born into exaltedness. His martial arts (wugong) is matchless, he is proud and strong, ambitious, and said to have the “arrogance of a King”. In this ever chaotic world, how will he accomplish his dominancy?

A noble princess who is beautiful and glamorous. With an ambitious and calculating heart, how she manoeuvres her way to reign supreme in the dangerous palace harem?....... CONTINUE- https://stories.zeedaxz.com/who-rules-the-world-qie-shi-tian-xia/

The Trouble Is?
CW: terminal sickness.

Paul was on day 458 of his countdown. He weighed fifty-eight kg, down from a lean ninety-three kilograms. He was likewise 58 years old and counting. His doctor predicted it, and Paul felt old, ill, and wasted, his body no longer his own, and tomorrow would be 1999, another brand new year with nothing to look forward to.

He’d asked Matt what Silence equals Death meant for years. He’d be the first to acknowledge he was a simpleton, the one whose IQ corresponded to his shoe size – a recurring gag at the warehouse. Matt grinned broadly and explained that it meant that if you didn’t speak up, more people would perish. But it was in the past. Now it was just an issue with no solution; Paul was dying alone.
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Kristine’s naked shoulder was crenellated by a wine-red bite mark on anemic-white skin. When Noel stumbled into the kitchen, lured by the sizzle and clank of the frying pan, she repositioned the strap of her nightgown so he wouldn’t miss it.

“Good morning,” she replied as she slipped the sausages onto a paper towel.

“Hey.” Noel came to a halt, still clawing at the scratchy hair on his tummy. He smirked. “Did I really do that?”
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In his dream, he saw her dancing across ocean waves, drifting sedately over summer fields, and chasing dandelion fluff and hummingbird songs among the starlight morning glories.

In awe of her beauty and graceful dance with the clouds in blue summer skies, his heart ached to find her. He felt unworthy as he lay in a listless slumber for many years. And he could almost hear her name being whispered in the beating dragonfly wings and soft candle flames in his lucid dreams.

The faintest whisper on zephyrs and the murmur of small brooks. In his dreams, her name drifted to his ears as delicately as the kiss of the blue damselfly, “Islanna,” “Islanna,” then silenced with the dawn.

As she spun cocoons and chrysalis with moths and butterflies, she felt his presence. As he died, his face and clear blue eyes became a drifting apparition in search of love’s salvation. His loneliness and heartache for her love echoed through the moonless nights. Then, as twinkling starlight, it touched her heart and soul.

Her fierce unconditional love was the only gift she could give, love without question or complaint. All true love can manifest and rise to become the purest form of heart and soul devotion. She would give this gift of her heart without remorse or restraint in order to alleviate the immense sadness that filled his heart and soul.
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