The Sky Three Feet Higher, Li Xianyuan, Slaying Demons and Exorcising Devils, Xiang Wentian

Someone once said that the flow of time was relative. Amid suffering, a single day felt like a year; amid happiness, a flick of the fingers was all it took.

Chan'er was happily suffering. A flick of the fingers stretched into days that felt like years, and in her daze, she sensed the force of heaven and earth leave, then return.

She shoved Xiang Yuan away, rose into the air, and stepped upon moonlit ripples, her body shrouded in a layer of white light.

She was gone without a trace.

After a long while, she returned with a face like frost. Clad in white, she spread silver-white chains beneath her feet, constructing a platform suspended above the blood pool.

Chan'er could fly away, but Xiang Yuan could not. The surrounding rock walls were slick and offered no footholds, while blades, spears, swords, and halberds could not harm him in the slightest. It was a true dead end.

This platform had been built for Xiang Yuan.

But Chan'er said nothing. She sat cross-legged, her face carrying a chill that kept others a thousand miles away.

A textbook tsundere.JPG

Clearly, Chan'er had yet to emerge from her tangled turmoil. If she thought about it for even a moment, she would remember that Xiang Yuan had shown signs of demonic deviation, grown wings on his back, and could fly out of this place on his own.

Now was not the time for that. Chan'er looked down at the blood pool and saw that its water was clear, with not a trace of medicinal potency remaining. What a monster, she thought.

An oceanic quantity of medicinal power had all been drawn into Xiang Yuan's body. Just imagining how terrifying the medicinal strength flooding his flesh and blood must be made her scalp tingle.

She