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Paragon of Sin

The Heavenly Dao exists. It decides what is right and what is wrong. To act against it is to sin, to act according to it is to be blessed by its graces. The world of cultivation is difficult, an unchanging principle. Yet there are those who are cherished by the Heavens, cuddled into rising above all and everyone else. How can this be? Why must this be? What is moral and just? What is evil and immoral?! WHY DOES IT GET TO DECIDE?! So we, the Sinners, we act against the Heavenly Daos, grasp our own fates in hopes of truly overturning them. This is a Journey of a young boy born Blessed, but turned Sinner. The greatest sinner of them all. ----- As some of you may know, I'm also the Author of Consuming Earths, Devouring Skies! This is my second project, and one I'm incredibly passionate about! I hope you all enjoy following the adventures of Wei Wuyin! And I hope that I can bring a fresh experience to you all. ---- Follow for Updates: https://twitter.com/KevinAscending Here's Discord if you just want to chat or meet some like-minded individuals! https://discord.gg/kevinascending If you want to support my novel, to increase the ratio of releases, or to receive monthly bonus releases! You can support here: https://www.patreon.com/KevinAscending https://ko-fi.com/kevinascending paypal.me/KevinJpl Or @Kevinjpl Any and all support goes to supporting me and my right to write!

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Chapter 101: Qing Qiumu

"What?" His rage was dispelled as he heard this voice. He deeply frowned. That wasn't Jiao Ning's voice. It wasn't the voice that he wished to shriek in pain and horror at nights. 

He wasn't shocked she noticed him; he wanted her to. The issue was that only ten years had passed, how was it possible for her voice to change so drastically? In fact, he used his spiritual sense and knew it wasn't altered by any arts.

"Do you want to harm me?" The woman's voice was lovely and seemed to be birthed from nature itself, warm and serene. Her question made Wei Wuyin's heart deeply surge like a cannonball smashing into the ocean.

He sighed. His anger and rage, his past trauma had formed a heart-devil and he was conforming theories to facts, rather than facts to theories. There were others who could have a similar aura. After all, if two people cultivated the same method, their auras would also be very similar.