MTL - The Amber Sword - Chapter 7 plan

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.Please note that this work of fiction is not safe for work (NSFW). It contains words, scenes, and phrases not suitable for audiences below 18. Be aware.—All the characters here are 18 and above—SynopsisOkumura Kouhei is in love with Saonji Hina, but she’s as cold as ice and doesn’t let anyone get close—she's like a flower that’s impossible to reach. However, everything changes when Kouhei uncovers a secret about Hina that turns his world upside down.To make matters even more complicated, members of the student council decide to get involved, adding to the chaos swirling around him. And let’s not forget about his neighbor next door, who seems to have her own agenda.What will happen to Kouhei now that he’s stumbled upon something he wasn’t meant to discover as a mere human?

His mother kidnapped by the Ice God Pagoda at a young age, Nian Bing grew up travelling with his father, avoiding pursuit. One fateful day, he was forever separated from both his parents and inherited two immortal treasures from them, the Ice and Snow Goddess’ Stone and the Flame God’s stone, allowing him to use ice and fire magic in harmony, a feat unheard of. Taken in by a former chef of legends, once known as the Demon Chef, he creates legendary cuisine while walking the path of vengeance!

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In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.

"Your bed is cold," spoke a voice in the room that had her eyes go wide in fear. Nervously, she turned around, gulping softly to see a shadow on her bed as if someone laid down there. The man who had been lying down sat up emerging out from the shadows where he had been waiting for her.