xianxia · cultivation · litrpg · chinese fantasy · martial arts · progression fantasy · interactive story · spiritual powers · ancient china
Firelight flickers across the gathered circle of dark-robed figures, their whispers threading through the pines. You wake to the bite of rope at your wrists and an unsettling emptiness where your spiritual power should be. Jian Feng turns, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. 'A fresh vessel awaits,' he murmurs, his gaze settling on you. The air is heavy with the smell of burnt herbs and cold metal. How do you intend to survive this?