Romans & histoires Past Life Sage This Life A Dual Cultivator

It looked so peaceful from up here, a sprawling grid of lives that had no idea how close they had come to an eclipse that never ended. I felt the weight of the silver blade at my hip. I felt the phantom itch of the Blood Heir power, lurking in the corner of my soul, waiting for the next essence to consume. "I don't know if I can just be a person, Sage," I said, my heart aching. "I don't know if the world will let me." "It will if you let it," Sage insisted. She looked at Dante. "Tell her. Tell her she doesn't have to be the pack's weapon anymore."

After all, I had no dignity in our previous life. Since then, I had experienced death and had long since come to terms with reality. In my past life, I was obsessed with him and believed him to be the best. I was willing to die for him, but I ended up drowning alone, despite my selfless dedication. Now that I was reborn, I sought neither revenge nor love. I simply wanted to enjoy the rest of my life in peace. Thalyx still refused to let me be. He wanted me to love him and tolerate him loving someone else.

"Apologies, but I don't want a man who's poor, impotent, and useless either." I had thought that Timothy would throw a fit of rage. However, he just smacked himself in the face and said, "You're right. I am useless. I didn't cherish what I had. I'll do anything you want as long as you forgive me." "I'm never going to marry someone who betrayed me in both lifetimes, Timothy. I'll never forgive you either." Timothy was shocked. "You… How could this be? Were you reborn, too?" I had no need to pretend in front of him anymore. "Yes, I was reborn. I've never forgotten how you treated me in my previous life. Just looking at you makes me sick to the core!"

"Lucky for me, I was born with a silver spoon, unlike some people, born to parents who abandoned them." I couldn't help but think back to when Freddie had sat next to me on my bed in my past life, sipping from the bowl of nourishing soup that was supposed to help me recover. He had sneered, "Tyler, you're going to die anyway. Drinking all that soup won't change a thing. I'll just enjoy it for you; no need to thank me." I wanted to rip him apart right then and there—just the thought of him made my skin crawl.

Sage breathed heavily before responding, "We have to practice more so you won't experience the after effects. It was like being an athlete, where you need to practice every day. I hope I'm being clear now, Sophie. And you will start taking this seriously. You are a powerful hybrid. Don't let your doubt and stupid judgment say otherwise. Am I clear?" "Yes, I get it now, Sage!" She might as well take things seriously now like a good writer, who was in a good mood, like a writer that writes words that are like excellent wine and sweet music; words that contain more therapeutic medicine than all the drugs created by man. Like they were clear water over rocks, like a refuge in any hurricane. Like

“What? That’s ridiculous! Kiss a demon and marry him? Have you gone mad, Sage? Is this what you mean that it will cost my life?!” “Now, now, don’t be so mad, my dear priestess. This isn’t what you predicted but this is what it is.” An evil grin plastered in the Sage’s mouth. “What would it be, priestess? The death of many or the death of you?” When Clairra could not answer, she was teleported back to the messy room of the old mage. The old mage, Heije closes his book and look at Clairra. “So? How was it?”

It was the loveliest voice the boy had ever heard, maybe only second to his mother's croon when she sang him to sleep back when she was alive. His body was cold, but that memory made him feel warm. "You have three immortal souls, but you're missing a mortal soul. Kiddo, did you have a problem reincarnating?" The boy wanted to keep on listening, but he felt so tired he could barely hear what she was saying. "You must have been a pretty badass bigshot in your past life, huh?" Bigshot? Who? Him? Was she trying to make him laugh? He was only an outer sect janitor disciple just as ordinary as his name, Zhang Wei. (1)

God knows from how many days. I kept crying with my baby in my arms. Is this my life. . . . Please like and comment. Thank you.

"All of that aside, how sure are you that this kid is planning to off himself?" "It's the stuff he's into. The fact that he's a level ten. That tells me he's heavy into Eastern philosophy and their way of doing things. If he's a disciple of Sun Tzu, then this kid lives by a different code. He won't live if he kills his own father, and he can't allow his father to live." "I say let him kill the fuck."