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Chung Myung x Yin Yue(oc): The fourth meeting

Summary: Yin Yue dreaded their fourth meeting

Warnings: none

Chapter 3

Yin Yue sat at a corner table, quietly observing the movement of people around her. A half-eaten plate of dumplings sat in front of her, but her appetite had long faded. Her mind was consumed with thoughts of her plan.

She gazed out the window, the distant mountains barely visible in the horizon

'First, Mount Hua,' she thought to herself.

'I’ll make the daggers—my true weapon of choice. And then…' Her fingers lightly traced the edge of the porcelain cup in front of her.

'Then, I’ll join ten thousand people  Clan.'

Her mind drifted back to three years ago, the day she first crossed paths with Jang Il So. Even as a young man, his charisma and calculating nature had been unmistakable. He had seen something in her that day—a potential ally, or perhaps, a pawn.

But Yin Yue had her own reasons for seeking him out. If she wanted the strength to accomplish her goals, she needed to align herself with power, even if it meant walking a dangerous path.

The clatter of dishes and the hum of conversation faded into the background as she mapped out her next steps. Visiting Mount Hua was was personal. Memories of her time there in her past life lingered in the back of her mind like ghosts. The weight of her mission pressed heavily on her chest, but she shook her head to clear the doubts creeping in.

Taking a sip from her tea, she glanced at the patrons around her. Most were travelers or locals, caught up in their own worlds. None of them would ever suspect the storm brewing in the heart of the young woman sitting quietly among them.

'I can’t falter now. The fox demon is out there, and every step I take brings me closer to finding her,' Yin Yue reminded herself. 'But I need strength—more than what I have now. And if Jang Il So can give me that, I’ll do whatever it takes.'

Her resolve hardened, Yin Yue finished her tea in one swift motion, leaving a few coins on the table. As she stood and adjusted her clothes, her thoughts flickered briefly to Mount Hua. The faces of the disciples she once fought alongside, and the one she once loved, flashed in her mind. For a moment, a pang of guilt filled her heart

Shaking it off, she stepped out. The path she had chosen was clear, even if it led her further away from the life she once dreamed of.

Yin Yue stopped in her tracks when she saw a three tall men surrounding a teen.

Three beggar men surrounded a small boy. The child’s ragged clothing clung to his thin frame, and his dirt-smudged face as he ate food he bought from the coins thrown at him by people who walked passed by. 

"Hey brat!"

The boy ignored the booming voice behind him.

“Hey you little brat! Are you deaf!” one of the men screamed at him

The boy stopped eating and looked back at them with his mouth full of food.

Before the three men can hurt him

Yin Yue, dressed in fine but modest men's clothing inserted herself between the child and the attackers. Her presence immediately silenced the group. Her tall, elegant figure and sharp gaze caught their attention, but their confusion quickly turned into scowl.

“Who’s this? A man playing dress-up? Or a woman trying to be a man?” one of them mocked, laughter erupting among them.

"Yeah right! You're to beautiful to be a man!" The ugly man mocked her

Yin Yue smirked, unbothered by their remarks. Taking a step forward, she cracked her neck and slid into a stance, her posture poised and confident. Her voice cut through the laughter like a blade.

“I’m a woman,” she said , her tone dripping with hatred.

The men hesitated for a brief moment before rushing her.

They never stood a chance.

Yin Yue moved with fluid grace and precision, her fists and feet striking with the force of someone who had trained for years. Within moments, the three men were sprawled on the ground, groaning in pain. A large bump at their head was seen. She didn’t spare them a second glance.

The boy felt like he had known this woman before. Inside his heart, he was yearning for a woman he had just met

'I should stop thinking about this I'm a taken man!!' He thought as he punched himself hard enough to leave read marks. Though he thinks he deserves death for what he did.

The beggar boy peeked from behind her, his wide eyes glimmering with awe. “You’re amazing, it was flawless!” he said, his voice trembling with excitement.

“What’s your name? I promise to return your kindness in ten folds!"

Yin Yue turned to him, her expression softening slightly. “Yin Yue,” she replied.

The boy froze, his mouth falling open. His  shoulders trembled before he whispered, “Yin Yue…? Is it really you?”

'No wonder my hearts yearn for her...'

Her brows furrowed in confusion tilting her head. “What’s your name, kid?”

“It's me!Chung Myung! The plum blossom saint!! Aka your lover!!” he said, tears welling in his eyes, his brows furrowed in frustration

The name hit her like a thunderclap. Her chest tightened as she stared at the boy, who was now staring at her with an overwhelming sense of relief. Before she could say anything, the boy threw himself at her, wrapping his thin arms around her waist in a tight hug.

“I’m so happy I found you,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I thought I was all alone getting reincarnated. I was scared I’d never find you again, my… my significant other.”

Yin Yue’s eyes widened. She stiffened, overwhelmed by the boy’s words and the warmth of his embrace.

Pushing him away gently, she knelt to his level, her voice shaking slightly. “You remember me?” she asked.

Chung Myung laughed softly, tears glistening in the corners of his eyes. “Of course I do. How could I forget?”

"How did you even know it was me? We just met and I look completely wayyy different!" Yin Yue screamed as she pointed at herself

Chung Myung crossed his arms and smirked

"Because my hearts only beats for the woman I'm fated with!" He said looking away hiding his blush with a smug look

Her gaze dropped, her face partially hidden by shadows. Fear flickered in her eyes as she thought,

'This is bad. The plan has already failed. I’m just here to visit Mount Hua. Why did I have to stumble upon him again?'

Chung Myung noticed her getting silent worried he asked

“Are you okay?” Chung Myung asked, his small hand reaching up to caress her cheek.

The tenderness of the gesture jolted her from her thoughts. She locked eyes with him, forcing a smile despite the turmoil in her heart. She leaned deeper to his hands and thought.

'I guess I really can’t escape death, huh?' she thought grimly.

“Nothing,” she said aloud, brushing off his concern. Standing quickly, she grabbed his wrist and started to lead him away.

“I’m happy with our reunion, but you need a bath. Let’s go. I know a public bathhouse nearby. I can buy you some clothes.”

Before she could pull him along, Chung Myung yanked his hand back, his gaze serious. “No, Yin Yue. We need to go to Mount Hua already. Didn’t you know that our sect—”

“I know,” she interrupted, her voice sharp. “I’ve been alive for eighteen years in this second life.”

Chung Myung’s eyes widened as he eyed her in fully for the first time.

The fine, tailored clothing, the earrings that caught the sunlight, the faint scent of jasmine lingering around her—it all made him pause. His brows furrowed. “You’ve been… here? All this time?”

She sighed, scratching the back of her neck awkwardly. “I had a bit of a trouble,” she lied smoothly. “I couldn’t leave until I turned eighteen. I’m sorry.”

Her tone was apologetic, but her eyes avoided his, betraying her.

Chung Myung frowned but said nothing. Finally, he sighed and grabbed her wrist. “Fine. I forgive you. Let’s go.”

Before she could protest, he started leading her toward the direction of Mount Hua, his grip firm but not unkind. Yin Yue followed, a complicated mix of relief and dread swirling within her as the weight of her reunion with Chung Myung settled in her heart.

Yin Yue felt the chains of curse wrapped around her neck it was not tight or suffocating her until she died, yet.

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Chung Myung x Yin Yue(oc)

Warning: Spoilers for chapter 541, angst, mention of death

Summary: Yin Yue thought she almost lost him

The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of a lantern in the corner. The aftermath of the battle with the Demonic Sect had left its mark on Mount huas deciples, but none more so than Chung Myung. His body, battered and bruised, lay still on the bed for 2 days , his chest rising and falling rhythmically. For once, the ever-spirited swordsman looked peaceful, his usual sharpness dulled by exhaustion.

Yin Yue was also exhausted, not sleeping and eating for 2 days as she continues to kept watch over him

Yin Yue sat beside him, her arm tightly bandaged, but she barely felt the sting of her own injury. Her eyes never left him, taking in every detail of his face—the faint scars. She clenched her fist, her nails digging into her palms as she whispered to herself, “I have to become stronger. I have to protect you...”

Her voice cracked, and she pressed her lips together to stifle the sob threatening to escape. Her chest felt unbearably tight, the memory of the battle replaying in her mind. She had watched him stand alone against the overwhelming force of the Demonic Sect priest , his body a shield for everyone else. And then, she had watched him fall—bloodied and broken.

Tears slid down her cheeks as she stared at him now, her heart shattering under the weight of fear and guilt. He almost died. Again. Right in front of me.

Yin Yue’s body trembled as silent cries wracked her frame, her hands reaching out instinctively but stopping just short of touching him.

Her mind drifted to the past—a life she could never forget. A life where she had already lost him. The pain of that loss surged through her, raw and unrelenting. She clenched her jaw, wiping her tears with the back of her hand.

“I can’t lose you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible in the stillness. Her gaze, dulled by exhaustion and grief, burned with determination as it rested on his face. “I need you to stay alive… to kill that fox demon.”

The room fell silent again, save for the faint sound of her shaky breaths. Yin Yue brushed a strand of hair from his face, her touch feather-light, as though afraid he would disappear if she pressed too hard.

Her own injuries throbbed in protest, but she didn’t care. All she could think about was the person in front of her—the one person she couldn’t afford to lose. “You’ve already given too much,” she murmured, her voice steadier now. “So stay alive, Chung Myung. No matter what, I’ll make sure of it this time.”

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!

Yin Yue as the fox demon!

Chung Myung as the bunny!

Chung myung: Why I'm the bunny?

Yin Yue: .....

Chung Myung: Answer me!!

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"Home"

Medium: oil paint

I painted how I imagined mount hua sect mountain!!🩷

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Recent Yin Yue art!!

Kinda rushed it since theres no ppwer when drawing it and kinda rushed since batter was low

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Realizing I always draw him TOO much

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Chung Myung x Yin Yie(oc)

Chapter 3: third life, well meet again

Info: Can Yin Yue really avoid Chung Myung? Especially when she wants to get stronger than the Plum blossom saint himself.

Tw: Death, blood,

This chapter contains sketches of what the character looks like

Chap1

In the training ground of Mount Hua, the plum blossoms were in full bloom, their delicate petals swirling like pink snowflakes in the spring breeze. Chung Myung, reborn into a body that carried the legacy of a great swordsman, spent his days training and honing his skills. Yet, despite his prowess, he felt an emptiness, a void where memories should reside.

In this life, he was unaware of the curses or the heartbreaks that had haunted his past incarnations. He was strong, confident, and determined to protect Mount Hua, but the specters of his previous lives lay dormant in the depths of his soul.

Meanwhile, Yin Yue wandered the outskirts of the mountain, a stark contrast to the beauty surrounding her. Born into a body she considered plain, with features that often drew scorn instead of admiration, she struggled with deep insecurities. Yet, beneath the surface, she carried the weight of knowledge from her previous lives—the love she had lost, the pain of betrayal, and the strength she once wielded as a guard for Chung Myung.

She joined Mount hua, and she knows how strong the plum blossoming saint is. With that skill, she's confident she can kill the fox spirit alone. Yin Yue was an orphan and a beggar, so the sect leader took her in. But the sect leader didn't know that Yin Yue joined the Ghost clan before, there shed cultivate her speed and strength, her amazing footwork that amazed everyone in the sect

Yin Yue had hoped to avoid Chung Myung, fearing that being close to him would only bring her heartache. The moment she saw him during his training, a pang of recognition struck her. He was so much like the man she had loved, yet she reminded herself that this was a new life, and she was a different person—one unworthy of his affections.

As she attempted to keep her distance,

Chung Myung did try to approach her, but Chung Myung only felt her keeping her distance. Confused Chung Myung only shrugged his shoulder, hes used to people avoiding him in fear.

fate intervened. One afternoon, while walking in the mountains to secretly train her speed, she spotted a group of bandits attacking one of Mount huas deciples . It was Chung Myung. Without thinking, she dashed toward him, her instincts kicking in as she remembered the fighting techniques from her past life. The instict to protect Chung Myung even though she knew Chung Myung was much stronger than her hes the plum blossom saint!

But she's scared that the curse will kill him again

“Chung Myung! Sahyung!” she shouted, rushing in to help, her heart pounding in her chest. He turned, momentarily surprised at her speed and agility.

“Stay back!” he commanded, but it was too late. Yin Yue was already engaged in the fight, her movements fluid and precise as she dispatched one bandit after another. The plum blossoms that surround every bandit, defeating them flawlessly

Chung Myung watched in awe as she fought. “You’re incredible!” he exclaimed as he remembered how she flawlessly summoned plum blossoms and her amazing footwork, his admiration evident. “Who taught you?”

Yin Yue hesitated, remembering the truth that she could not share. “I’ve just picked up a few things along the way, and sasuk thought me too” she replied, her voice shaky.

After the skirmish ended, Chung Myung approached her, breathless and grinning. “You fought like a warrior! But I didn't need your help though.” Chung Myung said bluntly

Yin Yue immediately bowed her head her eyes with deep eye bags closed in fear

"I'm sorry, sahyung! I didn't help you because you're weak, infact your very strong and admired you from afar and I want you to be my teacher—" she immediately closed her mouth after realizing what she said

Her heart raced, torn between the thrill of acceptance and the fear of growing close to him.

Chung Myung heard her loud and clear, if other's said that to him hed immediately turn them down. But theres something about this girl that draws him in.

"Sure," Yin Yue immediately straighten her back in shocked hed even accept

"Really?!"

Chung Myung folded his arms smirking down at her

"But it'll cost alcohol"

Yin Yue sighed

Against her better judgment, Yin Yue accepted, drawn to him in a way she could not explain.

At Mount Hua, as the days passed, she trained alongside him, pushing herself to grow stronger. Chung Myung’s presence was a balm to her wounded spirit, and she began to feel a connection that transcended their current lives.

One evening, under a blanket of stars, as they practiced together, the atmosphere grew heavy with unspoken feelings. Yin Yue felt an unfamiliar warmth radiating from Chung Myung as he caught his breath beside her, sweat glistening on his brow.

“Yin Yue,” he said softly, breaking the silence, “you’ve become such an important part of my life. I can’t explain it, but I feel like I’ve known you forever.”

Yin Yue’s heart raced, and she felt a rush of conflicting emotions. “You’re just saying that because you know I admire you,” she replied, her insecurity creeping in. “I’m not special. You’re everyone looks up to.”

He shook his head, stepping closer. “No, it’s more than that. There’s something about you—something that draws me in. I see strength in you that others overlook.”

As he gazed into her eyes, something deep within Yin Yue awakened. “Chung Myung,” she whispered, “I…”

Before she could finish, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss. Time seemed to freeze around them, and Yin Yue felt a rush of warmth envelop her, washing away her insecurities. She kissed him back, pouring everything she had into that moment—the love she had lost, the pain she had endured, and the hope of a brighter future.

But their bliss was short-lived.

Days later, a storm brewed on the horizon

—the demonic sect prepared to unleash chaos upon Mount Hua. As warriors gathered to defend their home, tension filled the air. Chung Myung and Yin Yue didn't stood side by side,but they ready to face whatever threat lay ahead.

As the battle began, Yin Yue fought fiercely, her heart pounding as she caught glimpses of every man and woman dead, as blood of rivers stained her white clothes, now ripped from the bottom

She panted and clenched her hands, she knows that she already failed again. She can hear Ling laughing at the distance

Yin Yue immediately runs to her love, searching for him desperately

Yin Yue smiled as she saw Chung Myung standing alone and well. But Chung Myungs body collapsed, and her smile immediately disappeared.

As he fell to the ground , Yin Yue’s world shattered around her. “No! Chung Myung!” she cried, rushing to his side, cradling his head in her lap. “Stay with me! You can’t leave me like this!”

His eyes fluttered open, pain etched on his face. “Yin Yue… I…”

But the life faded from his eyes, leaving her alone in her grief. A howl of anguish escaped her lips, and in that moment, the weight of their past lives crushed her heart.

Yin Yue closed Chung Myung's eyes

This time tears didn't fall

Her head turned to a familiar figure, the demon fox

“Damn the fox spirit!” she screamed into the night, a surge of power rising within her. “You’ve taken everything from me! I will make you pay! I will become stronger, no matter the cost!”

In that moment of despair, Yin Yue felt a shift within her. The power of her past lives coursed through her veins, igniting a fierce determination. She swore revenge—not only for Chung Myung but for the love that had been denied to them for too long.

She would become unstoppable, even if it meant hurting the man she loved.

The demonic sect was strong, maybe in her next life. Shell join this sect to become stronger

To kill a demon, she had to become one.

Yin Yue grabs Chung Myungs sword, her hands didn't shake when she slits her throat

Yin Yue died, besides the man she loves.

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Chung Myung x Yin Yue(oc)

Chapter 2: Second life, Burn

Info: It seems that this life is much more traumatic than the other. This is Yin Yue's most traumatic life she had, she had never forgotten what everything happened here.

Tw: death, mentions of cult

This chapter will have sketches of what the characters look like

Chap3

200 years had passed before both of them got reborn

The smell of incense clung to the heavy air, swirling in the dim light of the temple, where the cult leaders sat in the shadow of their own twisted power. In the heart of the cult, among rituals and whispers of control, a young girl named Chung Myung—the reincarnation of him —was born. She was the daughter of the cult leader, raised to be the future head of their fanatical order, surrounded by secrets and blood oaths.

Chung Myung's beauty was ethereal, her presence commanding even at a young age. But within her eyes, there was something different. 'Her soul, though unaware, was bound to a past life, to mistakes and betrayals.

Unbeknownst to her, there was someone watching over her, someone who had known her for far longer than she could imagine.

His name was Yin Yue her personal guard. A man of strong stature, sharp-eyed and loyal—or so the cult believed. But Yin Yue was not simply a guard. He remembered everything. Their past life. Past heartbreak. In his previous life, he had been the lover of the man who was now reincarnated as a woman.

He had seen Chung Myung—the man he loved—turns into a woman. But Yin Yue had never stopped loving him, even after death. Now, seeing Chung Myung reborn as girl, he was determined to protect her, to break the cycle that had brought them nothing but suffering.

Yin Yue met Chung Myung with the same smile Yin Yue always adored

Chung Myung was different in this life. Innocent, pure, unaware of the curse that had bound her to heartbreak in every incarnation. But she was trapped in the cult, a prisoner of her birthright, expected to lead them when the time came.

YIn Yue had been placed by her side as a protector, an enforcer of the cult’s will. But secretly, he had vowed to save her from their clutches—and from the curse that clung to her fate.

In the stillness of the night, Yin Yue would watch over Chung Myung as she slept, his heart heavy with the memories of their past life, aching for the love they had shared and lost. He could never tell her the truth—she wouldn’t understand, not yet. But he could protect her. He could rewrite their story.

One night, as they stood together on the balcony of the towering cult fortress, Chung Myung turned to him, her eyes soft under the moonlight.

"Yin Yue," she said quietly, "Why do you always look at me as if you’ve known me forever?"

Yin Yue's breath caught in his throat. He couldn’t tell her—not everything—but something in her gaze, the quiet longing, urged him to speak.

"Because," he began, choosing his words carefully, "In another life, I think we knew each other. I swore to protect you, always."

Chung Myung smiled, a flicker of something familiar in her expression, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared.

“I trust you,” she said softly, her hand lightly brushing his arm. “I feel safe with you.”

Yin Yue's heart ached, knowing that even now, as their bond began to bloom again, tragedy loomed. The cult was growing restless, its leaders more fanatical by the day. He had heard whispers—dark plans, dangerous rituals. They were planning something violent, something that would tear Chung Myung's family apart.

But worse, the curse still lingered, waiting for the moment to strike.

One night, the prophecy came to pass. The cult revolted against Chung Myung's family, claiming that the leaders had grown too weak, too complacent. They sought a new beginning—one that would rise from the ashes of the old.

Yin Yue fought through the chaos, his blade slashing through enemies as the fortress burned around him. Flames roared, devouring the wood and stone, casting an orange glow across the night sky. He had to find Chung Myung, had to save her before it was too late.

Inside the heart of the fire, Chung Myung stood frozen, her eyes wide with horror as she watched her family perish in the flames. The cult members turned on them, one by one, executing them in cold blood. Her father, the great cult leader, was engulfed by the blaze as he tried to save his power.

Yin Yue reached her just as the flames closed in. He grabbed her hand, pulling her from the wreckage, but as they ran through the burning hallways, a beam collapsed, separating them.

“Chung Myung! ” Yin Yue shouted, desperately trying to reach her through the inferno.

But as he fought his way toward her, the flames consumed the world around him. In the final moments before the building collapsed, Chung Myung face flashed before him, her terrified eyes locking onto his. In that instant, the memories of every life, every death, seemed to flood back into her, the realization of who they once were dawning in her gaze.

She whispered his name—"Yin Yue, my love", as if she finally remembered.

And then the flames took her.

Yin Yue screamed, rushing forward, but it was too late. The cult’s fortress crumbled around him, the fire swallowing everything in its path. As he stood amidst the ruins, the ash and smoke choking the air, he realized that the curse had struck again. He had failed once more.

Yin Yue cried his heart out, the light in his eyes completely gone

Chung Myung was gone, and with her, the chance to break the curse in this life. But as the fire burned out and the cult's stronghold lay in ruins, Yin Yue knew one thing: they would meet again. The curse would bring them together once more, in another life, and he would try again to break the tragic cycle that bound their souls.

He grabs his swords his hands shaking, he slits his throat as he coughed blood. A familiar darkness in his vision.

Yin Yue decided he would get much stronger. Yin Yue will kill Ling alone without Chung Myung by her side, but that's okay. Because Chung Myung won't even remember Yin Yue

For love was eternal, and even in death, Yin Yue would not abandon Chung Myung.

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Chung Myung x Yin Yue(oc)

Chapter 1: First life the curse, and the fall.

Summary: In where this chapter tackles the first life of Yin Yue and the past that continues to choke her life.

Tw: Mentions of blood, cheating, death

This chapter will include art that shows what the characters look like.

Chap2

Far from the bustling town. Here, in the moonlit shadows of ancient trees, a fox spirit watched from the edge of the woods, her eyes glowing with a mixture of sorrow and anger.

Her name was Ling, and she had once been a guardian of these forests, but for him, for the merchant Yuan, she had revealed her true form, risking everything. They had spent years together, in secret moments beneath the stars. Yuan had professed his love for her, a love she had believed—until the day he returned from the city with another.

Yuan stood beside a woman dressed in silk, her hands adorned with jade bangles, her hair pinned high with gold. Meilin the daughter of a wealthy nobleman.

Ling watched from the trees, her heart shattering. Yuan had not sought her in days, and now she understood why. He had chosen wealth, status, over the love they once shared.

One evening, after the marriage, Ling appeared before Yuan. Her ethereal beauty was tinged with a darkness she had never shown him before. Her fox-like eyes glistened, but it was no longer with affection.

"You've forgotten me," she whispered, her voice low and trembling with fury. "You’ve chosen wealth over love."

Yuan looked at her, shame twisting his features, but he didn’t speak. He dared not.

Ling’s gaze turned towards the grand home he now shared with Meilin. She knew Meilin carried his child, a son who would inherit Yuan’s wealth, his lineage, everything that should have been built on love.

"I gave you my heart," Ling whispered, stepping closer. Her form seemed to shift in the moonlight, her fox ears becoming visible, her true form unveiled. "But you gave me nothing in return. For that, I will give your child a gift—a curse."

Yuan paled. “What are you saying?”

Ling’s lips curved into a sad smile, but her eyes were sharp. “Your child will never know love as we did. Each time they fall in love, it will end in tragedy. They will lose the one they love, over and over. Worse still, their lover will remember each life, but your child will not. They will be cursed to meet again and again, only for love to end in heartbreak and death before they can marry or bear children. They will never escape it."

Her words felt like a storm crashing through the forest, the wind picking up, howling around them.

"Please, no," Yuan pleaded. "Our child is innocent."

"Innocent?" Ling's voice rose, filled with pain. "Innocent as you were when you left me? No, Yuan. Your son will suffer as I have suffered."

She turned, her fox tail flicking behind her, and as she disappeared into the shadows of the forest, the curse sank into the earth, binding the child to a fate they would never understand.

Yuan stood watching her retrieving form in despair.

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Years passed, and Yuan's son, Chung Myung, grew into a handsome young man. His raven hair thay glows under the sun, matching his baby looks. His tall physique that every woman loves

Chung Myung, he was a wealthy merchant, the business passed down by his father renowned for his prosperity and influence. His name stretched across provinces, bringing luxury and goods to every corner of the land. But despite his wealth, his heart had never known true love—until he met Yin Yue, a beautiful and enigmatic gambler.

Yin Yue was unlike anyone Chung Myung had ever encountered. She was sharp-tongued, quick-witted, and lived with a recklessness that fascinated him. At the gambling tables, she was a legend, her luck as fickle as the wind, but she always wore a smile, and she doesn't lose ,Chung Myung , used to the rigid etiquette of the merchant class, found her freedom intoxicating.

He fell for her deeply, and soon, their affair became known throughout the city. Though others whispered about how improper it was for a wealthy man to associate with a gambler, Chung Myung didn’t care. He showered Yin Yue with gifts—silks, gold jewelry, rare perfumes from distant lands. He wanted to give her everything.

Yin Yue accepted his gifts with a smile, but there was a shadow behind her eyes . She knew something Chung Myung did not—"the curse" that followed him, even if he was oblivious to it. Yin Yue had always been sensitive to things others could not see. She had once heard whispers of fate from an old fortune teller, a woman who had warned her to stay away from Chung Myung.

“He is cursed,” the fortune teller had said. “Love him, and it will end in tragedy. Every lifetime, his love is doomed to die. But only someone with great strength can break it.”

Yin Yue, stubborn as she was, didn’t believe in curses. She believed in luck. So she stayed with Chung Myung, trying her best to avoid what the old woman had foretold.

But as their love deepened, she couldn’t ignore the signs. Everywhere they turned, misfortune seemed to follow them. Chung Myung's business began to falter, losing deals that had always been guaranteed. Merchants who had once sought his favor suddenly turned cold, and his family—those closest to him—began to act strange, as though dark plots swirled beneath their polite smiles.

One evening, as they lay together in the private chambers of his estate, Chung Myung rested his head on Yin Yue lap, his eyes closed, his expression peaceful. The moonlight spilled through the window, casting soft shadows around them.

“Yin Yue,” he whispered, “I’ve never felt like this before. With you, everything feels right. Like I could forget the world.”

Yin Yue's fingers traced the curve of his face, but there was a heaviness in her heart. She had spent nights in secret, consulting every mystic and seer she could find, searching for a way to break the curse. But the answers were always the same—tragedy was inevitable. And no matter how she tried to protect him, there was always something dark on the horizon.

“I’ll protect you,” she whispered, more to herself than to him.

Chung Myung opened his eyes, gazing up at her. “Protect me? I’m the one who should be protecting you.”

Yin Yue forced a smile, but deep inside, her resolve was breaking. The fortune teller’s warning echoed in her ears—he is cursed. His love is doomed.

But she couldn’t walk away from him. She had fallen too deep.

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The night the curse finally caught up to them came without warning.

It began as a subtle pain in Chung Myung stomach, a discomfort he had dismissed after a long day. But by the time night fell, it had worsened. His skin grew pale, his breath short, and soon, he was bedridden, writhing in agony.

Yin Yue stayed by his side, refusing to leave him. She had seen enough in her life to know what was happening. Poison. Someone had poisoned Chung Myung, and she knew exactly who.

His own family.

Greedy for his wealth, jealous of his success, they had waited for the right moment to strike. She had seen it in their eyes, the jealousy simmering beneath their polite words. She had tried to protect him, but she had failed.

As the poison ravaged his body, Chung Myung struggled to stay conscious, his breaths shallow, his hand clutching Yin Yue.

“Yin Yue,” he gasped, his voice weak, “who did this…?”

She couldn’t bring herself to tell him the truth, not in his final moments. But the tears in her eyes told him everything.

“They’ll pay,” he whispered, his grip tightening. “I swear… I’ll come back. I won’t rest until I make them pay.”

Yin Yue leaned over him, her forehead pressed against his. “No, Chung Myung. Don’t think about revenge. Think about us. Just stay with me.”

But Chung Myung's eyes were filled with a burning resolve, even as the life drained from him. “I’ll come back. I’ll break this… curse. And I’ll make sure that no one… will ever… hurt you again.”

His voice faltered, his eyes closing for the last time as the poison claimed him.

"NO! MY LOVE!"

Yin Yue screamed his name, her tears falling onto his lifeless face, but it was too late. The curse had won.

But even as he died, Yin Yue felt something stir in the air, a dark energy that whispered of revenge, of broken promises and twisted fates. Chung Myung's last vow echoed in her ears.

Yin Yue slowly stands up and grab a sharp object that can cut through her skin,

'My love I'll see you in another life'

She shakly she slits her throat she falls unto the ground as darkness succumbs her vision she can feel her warm blood coating her cold dead skin.

But in the darkness, she saw a beautiful fox spirit

Yin Yue looks around realizing shes in the afterlife, but is she?

The beautiful woman approached her and suddenly the fox spirit face was close to her

YIn Yue didn't move or budge, she felt numb

"Poor you, you got caught up in this mess. No woman deserves a fate like yours, but Chung Myung deserves that curse, after what his own father did to me"

Ling smiled seductively backing out one step to give her space

Yin Yue only stared at her, but deep inside her mind, she wanted to kill Ling, but she knew she'd lose. She's weak, and not even luck can save her.

"If you want to break the curse, you'll have to kill me. But little mouse" She gets near her ears, whispering her next word

"You're still weak"

Before Yin Yue can touch her Ling had already back up

"You demon! I swear I'm gonna kill you, I'll take off your every limbs. I'll let you eat your own heart! I'll make you beg for forgivenes!"

Ling only laughed, as Yin Yue struggled to run to her

"Well see"

Ling disappeared completely in the air

Yin Yue vision suddenly turned white, maybe in her next life. She will kill that demon fox.

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Little Legend of Hei/Lanxi Zhen Oc × Mount Hua crossover sketch for the soul (old) ✍️

Under the cut is rotbb oc updates...

Okayokayokayy,, so it's been a hot minute, but I'm still alive 😭! My oc is currently going through the works... The latest drafts of her are concept art, so have this year old piece of her for now 🥲🫴

She isn't like this anymore, but her & the cc's stories are bouncing in my head rent-free ...

Free sketch of CM below.

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It looks so good ajwkekfkdkrk

Realizing it's hard to share oc × canon content because I keep trying to make the art look good 🥲! Que attempts to simplify via test tube baby CM ->

PSPS you should totally share your Mount hua ocs with me...I'll treasure them like the most precious thing on earth 🥹

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Yin Yue (oc) x Chung Myung

She had died 3 times for him, and she will do it again and again until the curse finally broke.

Yin Yue lore will drop next week!😢😢

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"Desperate kiss, begging her to stay"

Another Yin Yue(oc) x Chung Myung!!

I jst love them sm😭😭😭