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Li Zheng had been feeling exhausted lately, not just because of the Yun family's case, nor merely due to the missing three strands of spiritual energy, but also due to the Golden-Winged Great Peng with whom he shared a bond. He met the Golden-Winged Great Peng when they were young. At that time, the bird was injured by Heavenly Fire and reintegrating into the world, becoming very introverted and reclusive. Meanwhile, Li Zheng was rebellious and flamboyant, defying all rules of the world with his…- 205.2 K • Completed
- Ever since Little Spirit Bird had voluntarily revealed his name, Yun Xiguang felt that the bond between him and Chi Qiong had grown even closer. In truth, their interaction hadn't changed much, but subtle nuances had crept into their daily routine. For instance, when Yun Xiguang used to groom Little Spirit Bird's feathers in the morning, the bird would usually remain sound asleep. But after that day, Little Spirit Bird would make an effort to rise each morning, his eyes still heavy with sleep,…
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- The three hundred square meter house had five bedrooms. The largest bedroom was naturally shared by Yun Xiguang and Chi Qiong. Of course, in Chi Qiong's mind, he was the one residing in the master bedroom, and Yun Xiguang was merely enjoying the privilege of staying there because of his presence. It was a vast suite, but the master bedroom itself spanned eighty square meters, complete with a study and a bathroom, forming a self-contained room. The slightly larger bedroom with an en-suite bathroom was…
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- One month after the conclusion of the Yun Family incident, Yun Xiguang woke up at six o'clock sharp as usual one morning. Chi Qiong, lying next to him with a small towel draped over his body, struggled to lift his wings after Yun Xiguang got up. He seemed to want to get up but could not manage to do so. Yun Xiguang smiled at Chi Qiong, reached out with his finger, and playfully tugged at the three strands of hair on top of Chi Qiong's head that had grown a little longer. The hair was a lustrous gold…
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- "Arrogant and ignorant!" Yun Boquan coughed violently and scolded Yun Xiguang, but didn’t say anything further. Yun Boquan had no obligation to persuade Yun Xiguang to abandon his revenge. He might still have some brotherly affection for Yun Botian, but he felt no such sentiment towards Yun Xiguang. Whether Yun Xiguang died seeking vengeance against Zhulong or chose to live a cowardly existence by giving up on revenge, it was none of Yun Boquan’s business. Why would he bother criticizing Yun…
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- Yun Xiguang saw that two phoenix feathers were wrapped around the little spirit bird, and was delighted that the little spirit bird had recovered two strands of spiritual energy. Yet, he was worried that these two strands would be taken away by the people from the Special Affairs Bureau. This belonged to the little spirit bird. No one should take away the little spirit bird's phoenix feathers. Besides, this spiritual energy was not something humans could control; it carried the power of the laws. If it…
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If not for the five characters on the exterior wall spelling out “Academy Art Museum,” anyone walking into this gray Bauhaus-style building would think they had entered a construction site. There was only one week left in the countdown to the opening of the graduation exhibition, but the remodeling of the display walls had just been completed. The freshly painted walls emitted a damp latex paint smell, electricians stood on ladders checking the light tracks, and janitors crouched on the floor…- 136.3 K • Ongoing
- A corner of Lu Zhengming’s studio workspace had been transformed into a miniature stage. Red velvet draped across easels of varying heights, while a plaster Roman column stood bathed in the warmth of a spotlight. The hues of Rubens, the lighting of Rembrandt, all reflected in a floor-length mirror framed in ornate, classical detailing, creating the illusion of stepping into a Baroque oil painting hanging within the Louvre or the Met Museum. On a nearby table, also covered in red fabric, an open…
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- Collaborating with Yin Yan was something even Lu Zhengming found absurd. Not to mention that their languages were from two completely different systems. Yin Yan was a classical realist, while he was an abstract expressionist. The materials they used for painting were also vastly different. For example, the factory-made canvases with a primed base that Lu Zhengming commonly used, Yin Yan wouldn’t even glance at, while the hand-layered and hand-polished canvas base that Yin Yan worked on, Lu Zhengming…
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- “Why do you want to play such a grim and bitter game?” Yin Yan sat up, one hand stroking Lu Zhengming’s neck. He looked gentle and sincere, but Lu Zhengming knew that expression didn’t belong in this situation. It was the look Yin Yan wore in classrooms, in front of a canvas, when facing nervous students. Lu Zhengming silently watched him. Before long, that thin layer of tenderness began to erode, revealing the coldness underneath. “Lu Zhengming, are your hookups not satisfying you? Or…
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