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I don't think that's the case.
She didn't exactly say 'yet', but she said 'in it current, mixed state' which can literally be considered as 'yet'
And Xu Kai didn't repeat 'yet' with certainty, he questioned 'yet?' with '?' mark.
Meaning it was a question for her statement 'current mixed state'
Threadmarks: Chapter 6: This Is What Heaven Must Smell Like
The aroma curled through the air like smoke from a sacred fire, rich, savory, impossible to resist. It wrapped around Chen Xi's senses, pulling her forward before she even realized her feet were moving.
She stood frozen for a moment, captivated by the feast laid out before her. Steam rose from...
Xu Kai stared at the image. What stared back wasn't a person. Wasn't a common pet. Wasn't even a jade beauty, like he'd somehow expected.
It was a chicken.
But not just any chicken. This was a chicken that made you question reality.
The bird was quite tall, and thin. So thin. Skinny, true to...
Threadmarks: Chapter 4: Some Cultivators Pursue Power To Live Forever. Not To Die Forever!
The silence stretched between them, growing thick and uncomfortable. At least for Xu Kai. Chen Xi seemed lost in her own world, staring into the middle distance as if trying to solve a puzzle that had haunted her for years.
Which Xu Kai knew would be impossible, because whatever secret the...
Threadmarks: Chapter 3: Discussion Between A Crazy Person, And A Normal One (Or So He Thinks)
"A beast?!" Xu Kai repeated, the word hanging in the air between them.
Chen Xi gave a single nod.
He watched her face, searching for any hint of a joke. He found none. Her expression was deadly serious. Of all the things he'd braced for in this new life, being drafted into a monster hunt...
A few minutes after Chen Xi's dramatic exit, Xu Kai pushed himself up from the bed. Every muscle protested. The cot was deceptively comfortable, and a heavy exhaustion clung to him, whispering for him to just lie back down and let sleep claim him again.
'No. Not this time.'
He had been given a...
"MASTER!"
The scream tore through the silence, sharp as a blade. It didn't just wake Xu Kai, it yanked him from a profound, empty blackness, flooding his senses with a jolt of pure sound. His ears rang.
A frantic voice sobbed near his head.
"Master! Please don't die and leave me alone! No one...
The air grew thick and cold the deeper we went, clinging to my skin like a wet shroud.
The only light came from the faint, sickly glow of moss on the walls, casting long, distorted shadows that seemed to reach for us with every step.
The silence was a physical presence, broken only by...
The portal shimmered ahead of us, a vertical tear in the fabric of the world. It pulsed with a sickly grey light, casting long, dancing shadows across the rocky ground.
Tobias raised a clenched fist, bringing our small procession to an abrupt halt.
The air grew still, the only sound the faint...
The meeting point was a quiet pocket of the world, far from the Association's gleaming tower.
A small clearing, bordered by gnarled trees and moss-covered rocks, where the morning mist still clung to the damp earth.
I tightened the strap of my pack, the weight of my new, plain dagger a...
The morning sun did little to warm the narrow alley that led to the Hunter's Market.
It was less an entrance and more a gap between two towering, grimy buildings, but the noise that spilled from it was undeniable, a chaotic symphony of clanging metal, shouted barter, and the low thrum of active...
As I walked, the sleek black Hunter's ID felt less like a key and more like a shackle.
It was cool in my palm, a stark reminder of the second rule they'd hammered into us. No solo raids.
The logic was sound, I had to admit. Charging into a dungeon alone with zero experience was a spectacular...
The first official day as a verified hunter smelled of stale coffee and industrial cleaner.
I'd imagined something… more. Grand battles, maybe.
Or at least the electric thrill of stepping into my first dungeon.
Instead, I found myself crammed into a small, sterile room with two dozen other...
The Hunters Association tower didn't just dominate the skyline; it seemed to absorb the very light around it, a monolithic spear of glass and steel piercing the morning sky.
I'd walked past its shadow countless times, a nameless face in the crowd, always looking up at its impossible height with...
The rain had softened to a fine, cold mist by the time my key turned in the lock.
The city lights bled onto the wet pavement, painting the streets in smears of gold and neon.
A chill hung in the air, sharp and clean, but I barely registered it.
My skin was still humming, my blood singing with...
The iron gates of the cemetery stood open, a silent, grim mouth leading into a city of the dead.
I hadn't crossed this threshold in years. I'd told myself I was too busy, that the memories were too painful, that life just kept moving forward.
But standing here now, feeling the cold iron under...
The storm had always been my secret friend.
When I was small, and the sky would crack open with thunder, other kids would scramble for cover, hiding under blankets with their hands clamped over their ears.
Not me. I'd crawl onto the sofa by the big living room window, press my nose against the...
The gray outside my window wasn't just a color; it was a mood.
A heavy, suffocating blanket of clouds smothering the city, and me along with it.
The light that managed to bleed through the dusty curtains was weak, anemic, painting long, distorted shadows across the cramped apartment.
It...