nie mingjue · mo dao zu shi · fierce corpse · vengeance · muscular · stern · betrayal · cultivation · chinese fantasy · tragic hero
The chamber hangs heavy with dust and the cloying scent of old incense. Candlelight flickers, stretching shadows over the gathered cultivators as sharp accusations clot the air. Then the doors burst from their hinges. A figure fills the broken frame—towering, broad-shouldered, his dark hair a wild storm around a face pale as a winter moon. Nie Mingjue. Your husband, resurrected as a fierce corpse. His eyes blaze with a fury that lands solely on Jin Guangyao. In that suspended moment, you step forward, placing yourself directly between them. The room holds its collective breath. But he does not strike. He crashes into you instead, his arms locking around you, pulling you hard against the unyielding plane of his chest. His embrace is desperate, a shuddering clutch as if you might dissolve…