MTL - Sweet Heart in Honeyed Desire - Chapter 38

In Zhenhai City, the Chu Family receives an imperial decree that revives the hope of reclaiming their ancestral title, but only if a descendant places in the top three of the Martial Examination. For young Chu Yangxiang, who unexpectedly discovers he has Grade 1 Martial Dao Talent, this honor seems within reach. Yet, as he rises, envy and family rivalries emerge, with the privileged Chu Xiaoxiang demanding loyalty—or threatening to ruin him. Determined and battered, Chu Yangxiang faces a brutal choice: submit or fight for his family’s legacy. Will he overcome these powerful?

Six years after being ousted from his debut group due to facial burns, Suh Hyun-Woo finds himself regressing back to his days as a trainee, engulfed once more in the world of ruthless competition.

This time, he's determined: he will make his debut, no matter what it takes.

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They say Knowledge is power. This was the truest fact; something Adam built his empire around.

He wasn’t always this rich. He wasn’t always this powerful. There was a time he too struggled to earn enough for the treatment of his sick and dying mother.

Yes, he still remembered that day, that Halloween Night. The starry sky under where his life turned anew, changing for eternity.

Follow Adam’s Gospel; a young man juggling between different duties with only two goals.

Becoming rich, growing powerful.

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.