Omg absolutely loved reading this book… with a good the sense of humour this book is highly recommended. Good job
Loved it! Started reading & had to make myself put it down to go to sleep before going to work in the morning!!
when will u update diaa??
I love this book
love this story. been waiting a week or so for an update. by the time you update I'm going to have lost interest and just not bother with any of your other stories. which would be unfortunate because they really are good.
It’s a great story
i cant help but keep on reading it over and over again. Please wheres the book 3
The story was good but the second book had so may spelling and grammar errors and even some paragraphs that made no sense also there is a repeat chapter. Over all tho I do enjoy the series. Now on to book 3
So hooked it’s not funny! Absolutely LOVE at his book. Can’t wait for tomorrows chapter!!
This passage is obsessed with the question of personhood and it's not subtle about it at all. Fengxue literally asks: can someone who uses beast-making techniques even be counted as a person? And then she turns that question on the demon lords themselves, who also used those techniques, and tells them they still count because they fought evil with evil. The human-faced dog is the most horrifying symbol here. A man who wore a dog's hide for so long it was fusing with his body—he would become a true dog if not removed. But inside that hide were weeping faces. Children. Dozens of them. He didn't just kill them; he made them part of something monstrous. And Fengxue frees those souls with a chant, one by one, until the faces grow peaceful. Then there's the sheep. The parents bring sheep—because their children were turned into sheep. The little girl Kou'er who used to sell pear blossoms and now stands at her mother's tofu shop because she's too scared to go out alone... and then she's gone. The shepherd driving his flock. The lamb that refuses to move, staring at Grandma Song. Is that her daughter? The text never confirms it, and that ambiguity is what makes it devastating. Fengxue declines the coppers the villagers offer. She takes their food, their cloth, their gratitude—but not their money. She's poor, she's covered in blood, she just committed what would be an atrocity under normal circumstances, and yet she draws this line. She won't profit from their grief. That's her code. And the demon lords-to-be? They're poor too. Ah Yao can barely afford buns. They turned to heretical arts not from inherent evil but from necessity. The world is full of heretical arts, Fengxue says, and even Qingming Mountain cultivators flay monsters for pills. The line between monster and person is thinner than anyone wants to admit.
kind of weird but intreging
Love it great read