MTL - The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven - Chapter 1 Great enmity

Song Woo-Moon is the son of a simple inn owner in the countryside.

His body is weak since childhood, and one day, a landscape painting received as a gift from an old Daoist causes his mind to become weak as well.

For years, he is teased as being the village fool, and he grows up as nothing more than a pathetic burden to his parents.

The day he turns twenty, however, his life changes!

Something awakens within him—the supreme martial arts within the landscape painting!

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When you grow up, you’re mine.

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Lu Feng, with her fiery character and short temper, only had one fatal weakness. That was the lukewarm and soft Xu Mu.

There were so many youths in the capital, yet she took fancy to none of them. She instead sought after her newly arrived neighbor’s sweetie and secretly planned to kidnap him home.

Until one day, the two became cousins…

Lu Feng: … That nutrient-rich water cannot flow into someone else’s field!

Xu Mu: =v=

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Xu Mu: What am I to you?

Lu Feng: You are my sweetest candied fruit!

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In their previous life, Xu Mu and Lu Feng were married for only half a year when she died in battle. Xu Mu couldn’t bear the news of her death and followed her three days later.

Who knew that after he died, time flowed backward and returned him to their childhood. Xu Mu sat on his bed, dazed. In this life, he needed to think of a way to first find his wife, then chase her with all his strength. Only until he made up their past life to her would he “leave”.

Xu Mu: Last life, I didn’t love you enough. This life, I want to love you even more. Starting from innocent little childhood friends to the grey-haired and weak elderly, I will not let you go.

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