As the deadly needles hurtled towards Jessie Harp, it seemed like she was doomed to meet a gruesome end. But with lightning-fast reflexes, she plucked the strings of her harp with ferocious intensity, unleashing a powerful sound wave that collided with the needles in a deafening explosion. The rabbit sprite was left reeling in shock and awe, her confidence shaken by the unexpected display of power from her opponents. "These sprites must be ancient ones that have cultivated for more than a thousand years, with powers beyond my wildest imagination," she thought to herself, a shiver running down her spine. "If I don't bring everything I've got, I might not make it out of here alive." With a fierce determination, the rabbit sprite gathered all her energy, summoning it to her mouth as she prepared for a final, deadly showdown with the three powerful sprites before her. In an instant, the rabbit sprite sprang into the air like a bolt of lightning, spinning wildly like a dervish. The res

"As an immortal, he's a man of the stars, with a heart as free as the wind that rustles through the fields. He dons cotton gowns and hats of fresh flowers, living off wild grass and sweet springs that flow with the promise of everlasting life. He's a true poet, singing with a voice that echoes across the mountains and clapping his hands with glee. He's a man who despises wealth, finding joy in the purity of poverty and the rise and fall of dynasties. As the four seasons came and went, he refused to age, instead turning his white hair black and rejuvenating his body. He was a healer, a man who could save people from death with medicinal herbs and exorcise evil spirits with his charms and spells. He was a collector of refined emanations from both heaven and earth, seeking out the very essences of the sun and moon. And yet, despite all his wisdom and power, he lived a carefree life, spending his days discussing the mysteries of the Way with his friends over wine. He was a cultivator, ac

“Look, that wicked sorcerer has killed my beloved concubine, now all of you go back to your own places and zip your mouth as to what has happened here in the Grand Court."He accused Cloud River of sorcery and murder, spitting out venomous words like a poisonous snake. The ministers and officials listened with bated breath, afraid to cross the emperor's wrath.They nodded their heads like a field of wheat in the wind, hoping to appease his fury.But as they left the Grand Court, their thoughts turned like the tides of the sea. Many of them began to believe that the emperor must have been bewitched by wicked sprites, and they whispered the words on the paper like a secret flame passing from one candle to another.Tolly, disguised as Cloud River, had infiltrated the Maternal Court of Empress Guma.Desperately searching for a place to hide, he stumbled upon a plain-looking room with a majestic purple wardrobe. Without hesitation, he squeezed himself inside and waited as the guards scoure

The Minister Michael shuffled into the throne room, looking like a sorry sight, with his hair standing on end and his face unshaven. His thin cotton garments were soiled and wrinkled, giving him a disreputable appearance as he knelt before Emperor William, waiting for his punishment to fall. "You're a blind bat!" the emperor thundered. "Do you have any inkling what this is for?" He pointed to the burning brass pillar known as Tall Brass Maiden in the corner of the room. Minister Michael raised his head, his expression one of perplexity. "No, I'm as much in the dark as a bat, Your Majesty," he replied timidly. The emperor laughed savagely, enjoying his power over the hapless minister. "You're a real goose, aren't you? You know nothing except how to offend your emperor with your sharp tongue. But you don't seem to know that I invented these burning pillars especially for you. I'll roast your flesh and bones on this very pillar. Let anyone who dares to defame me with rumors and lies

"I swear on my life, cross my heart and hope to die, that I am steadfast and pure of heart," she swore,"I implore you to take pity on me, have mercy on my soul. There are malicious spirits lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike. I earnestly hope that you will judge me not by hearsay, but by my daily conduct and acquit me of this wrongful accusation.”Empress Guma pleaded with all the sincerity she could muster. her heart was heavy with the weight of false allegations that had been spread like wildfire. She knew that there were nefarious forces at work, pulling the strings and trying to frame her for crimes she hadn't committed.But she refused to let them win. She prayed that justice would prevail, that the truth would come to light, and that she would be able to clear her name once and for all."The royal decree hath accused you of dispatching Jasper Washington to slay the emperor, all so that thy father may seize the throne. If these allegations are proven true, you shall be gui