Chapter 1
**Title: After Being Jilted, I Found a Master Pathkeeper** **Synopsis:** Raven Nyx's fiancé ran off with Isolde, leading her friend Elena Reed to say, "The Emperor might be doomed." Raven Nyx lamented, "The Emperor is in deep trouble! The wedding banquet planned was set with jade wines, countless spirit stones, and a bridal bed made from the Celestial wood hewn from Wynne Mountain! Not to mention the archmage ice pillows and the bridal robes woven from Tyndale feathers! I can’t bear it! Oh, woe to me and the Emperor!" Elena Reed remained silent. What a coincidence! That very day, Raven Nyx stumbled upon the young Isolde struck down by lightning on the road. Wiping her tears, Raven said, “This one will do! I'll just take him home, and he’ll be my Pathkeeper.” Young Isolde was disoriented and unrecognizable. Elena remarked, "But he’s hideous..." Raven shrugged, revealing her two sharp Danny fangs, “Master, I’m fierce." --- Seraphina was the top disciple of the Fuxi Order, renowned as the greatest Wanderer Master known to the world. She was the reincarnation of Lord Celeste from the Divine Plane, beautiful and gifted, and at just eighteen, she had already attracted the attention of the nine heavenly tribulations. Then… she was struck down by lightning. A fluffy creature, a Danny Beastkin, couldn’t be happier when he picked her up and took her under his care. Danny, kissing her gently, said, “My Pathkeeper, even though you’re not the prettiest, I’ll take care of you. I’m really talented!" She looked at him indifferently. She would have to return, to ascend eventually. Masters and Kings are not meant to walk the same path. Her sparing him was already mercy. --- In the first month after Seraphina was brought home by the Danny Beastkin, Elena remarked, “I saw a fierce Beastkin in the East pavilion yesterday! Fangs like that Emperor’s and eyes so green, he looks like a true beast! Danny, why not find another Pathkeeper?” Seraphina’s expression turned icy. Fangs and green eyes could be seen as charming! The hesitant Danny Beastkin replied, “How about we go take a look?” Seraphina was speechless. --- Later, Seraphina prepared tens of thousands of jars of rare elixirs, a thousand Celestial trees, the entirety of an iceberg from the Archmage, and exquisite robes woven by Phoenix Tyndale, just hoping that Danny would kiss her again. --- Lady Mirabel possessed a secret; she knew that Seraphina would one day become the number one Isolde of the Three Realms, and she would achieve Master status by slaying a fallen Danny Beastkin. But things altered unexpectedly— Through a unique aesthetic lens, the Danny Beastkin's affection for the cold-hearted Master became a touch of romance. **Keywords:** Main Characters: Raven Nyx, Seraphina || Supporting Characters: The Bard of Eldoria || Others: In a nutshell: The new Pathkeeper of Danny Beastkin has a truly exceptional background. **Concept:** Healing everything through optimism and positivity. **VIP Recommendation:** Raven Nyx's fiancé ran away, only to find a powerful Wanderer Master from the Fuxi Order, Seraphina the Pathkeeper, while searching for him. Raven was happy her wedding preparations won’t go to waste as she brought Young Isolde back home to recognize him as her Pathkeeper. Cast out by the Foxkin Clan and facing challenges as a courageous Danny, Raven embarked on a journey to be cherished. This narrative flows effortlessly with vivid character depictions, revealing a carefree yet affectionate dynamic of the leads.
Chapter 2
The Bard of Eldoria skillfully weaves the tale with the ethereal brushstrokes of his pen, bringing to life characters bathed in the light of Disciple, like Alain, the fierce beasts of the Fae Clan, and the formidable figure known as the "Pathkeeper" in the grand realm ruled by Emperor Augustus. As the story unfolds, the mystery surrounding our protagonist, Thalia, becomes intricately linked to the main plot, captivating readers and making this narrative a highly recommended read. Nestled within the shadowy embrace of The Dark Woods stood an ancient estate, where Prince Cedric entered and exited with purpose. A pair of crimson lanterns hung beneath the eaves, spinning gently in the mountain breeze. "How lovely," Thalia murmured, tilting her head to gaze at the lanterns swaying overhead, shimmering with an enchanting glow. Thalia appeared to be merely a girl of sixteen or seventeen, her raven-black hair cascading like a silken cloud, her cheeks glowing like freshly picked lychee. Dressed in a soft yellow gown that hugged her slender figure, she exuded an air of naive grace. Lazily, she swept her hair back and adorned it with two fluttering Disciple butterflies, setting off the crescent-shaped embellishment on her brow, which lent her an elegant yet delicate aura. As she reached toward the lanterns, the sleeves of her gown slipped from her arms, revealing her flawless skin beneath. In that moment, a thought crossed Isolde's mind: "a beauty like pure ice and jade." It was truly a rare sight in this remote woodland setting, where besides the ethereal Thalia, there was only a young man in blue attire and his older servant standing nearby. The young man, with a jade crown atop his head and a belt adorned with jade rings around his waist, bore a gentle demeanor. When his eyes landed on Thalia, a glint of astonishment flickered in their depths, but it was quickly hidden beneath a calm facade. "Master Elara, come on! We can’t delay any further…" the old servant urged, his voice tinged with urgency. At the sound of his voice, the young man briefly lost himself in thought, then slowly began to move, arriving at the edge of Thalia's world. His name was Lysander Wraith, known by the courtesy name of Finnegan. A notable figure in Middle-aged society, he hailed from the illustrious Danny Duchy, well-respected in the Capital. Just a month prior, he had accompanied Prince Cedric on a humanitarian mission to Jingzhou, only to be ambushed on the journey by a band of thieves and forced to take refuge in a crumbling temple. It was there he met Thalia. For fear of revealing their true identities, they had introduced themselves as students aspiring to participate in the imperial examinations. Upon hearing this, Thalia's eyes sparkled with empathy, and she took them in without hesitation, providing them shelter until they could resume their journey to Seraphina. What a beauty she was, indeed. As exquisite as an artist’s canvas, as graceful as a lotus flower in a tranquil pond, as dreamy as the moon at dusk. She remained untouched by worldly grime, possessing an air of innocent purity that made her stand out in the Capital. Lysander Wraith couldn’t shake her from his thoughts and contemplated inviting her to the city. He gifted her some cherished items, seeking her hand in marriage.
Chapter 3
Without breaking a sweat, Thalia nodded enthusiastically, expressing her desire to help plan their wedding. However, Thalia’s family had humble beginnings, being from the Dark Woods, which naturally disqualified her from the status of proper Duchess Lorelei. Yet, Lysander Wraith thought to himself, if they just had a ceremony in the outskirts of the Dark Woods, without telling anyone, simply to appease Thalia, it wouldn’t hurt. As Thalia became more absorbed in the wedding preparations, Lysander found himself increasingly drawn to her sincerity, and he began to feel that she had an undeniable charm that might even captivate Isolde. “On our wedding day, I want to invite a lot of guests!” Thalia said excitedly, “It’ll be a grand celebration.” Lysander merely smiled at her innocent aspirations. Where would she find friends or family to fill such a gathering? Then, just a week ago, the Royal Family had announced the Emperor’s unexpected return to the Capital. Following this, Prince Cedric came to see him with troubling news, claiming that Thalia was either a supernatural being or a ghost. He warned that marrying her might result in being deprived of his vitality over time. If she were malevolent, he could end up losing not just his vitality but his very existence. Hearing this, Lysander's father, Thalassa, fainted right on the spot. The Emperor stroked his chin thoughtfully before suggesting a course of action: “Beings of the Eldoria realm can be quite vengeful and possess a narrow-mindedness. Even if you were to flee hundreds of miles, she would locate you. Since you’ve already verbally bound yourself to her, why not use this connection to ask for something personal from her as a form of assurance? Gather her birth information as well. Supernatural beings often possess a soul gem. If you can acquire that, it would be ideal.” “You might be captivated by her youthful beauty, but who knows how many years she has truly lived? A being like her, resembling a Wanderer, likely carries many valuable treasures. If you could obtain something from her and present it to His Majesty, it would be greatly beneficial.” At that moment, Thalia’s soft voice cut through his thoughts, sweet as honey. “My dear Pathkeeper…” Lysander’s train of thought derailed. He looked up to meet her gaze. Thalia, with no sense of decorum, began calling him “my dear Pathkeeper” after their verbal engagement. But Thalia was naïve about the world and its customs; she had never acted intimately with him. He pondered whether to feel relieved or concerned. If they grew closer, would she drain away his vitality? Clearing his throat, he called out, “Adele.” Raven Nyx pointed towards a lantern, inquiring, “Isn’t it beautiful? Miriam made it by hand.” Miriam was Thalia’s loyal companion, the only one who stayed by her side. Or perhaps she wasn’t even a true companion. Lysander managed to respond with difficulty, “It… looks nice.” After saying that, he walked up the steps, pointing to his shoulder, “Sage just sprayed water on me during the downpour, and now I’m soaked.” Thalia was so consumed by her concerns that she had overlooked such details, and Rowan Bright didn’t notice them either. Raven’s brow furrowed in a gentle “oh,” as she quickly rose to her feet, delicately tiptoeing closer. Her fingers, slender as green onions, lightly pressed against Lysander’s shoulder, gliding over him as if trying to wipe away the remnants of rain. Lysander’s gaze fell to the ground. It was a scene so startling that it almost caused him to gasp— the droplets seemed to be drawn away by Thalia’s fingertips, swirling gently around her fingertips upwards.
Chapter 4
The soft water enveloped Madam, accentuating the delicate beauty of her fingers. It should have been a stunning scene. Yet, all Lysander Wraith felt was a dull thrum in his head. The Emperor’s words echoed in his mind, declaring her a spirit, a ghost. But she was certainly not Isolde. Lysander pressed his lips tightly together, and Sage murmured quietly, “Thank you, Adele.” Thalia’s bright eyes sparkled, and she responded without a hint of shyness, “No need for thanks.” Lysander added, “The dress is still damp and a bit sticky; it’s not comfortable. I’ll go change.” Raven Nyx replied with a soft, “Alright,” guiding him further inside. So Lysander followed Raven Nyx into her private chambers. The room was adorned with a weathered Cassandra oak table, its surface marred by age, yet two pristine wedding outfits—crimson as a rose—were laid out upon it. The sight burned into Lysander's eyes, and he blinked against the intensity. Raven Nyx retrieved an outfit for him to change into. As he loosened his robe, Lysander said, “I need you to provide me with my birth details, Adele. I’ll consult with an astrologer about our compatibility.” Raven Nyx turned her head, puzzled. “What do you mean by ‘birth details’?” The Emperor’s warning rang in his ears again. “She likely won’t give you those easily—she’ll spin a web of lies to deceive you.” Lysander paused, his hand on the sash, and explained, “Your birth date and exact time. Anyone getting married must have compatible birth details.” Understanding dawned on Raven. “I was born on the fifteenth day of the second month in the Year of the Archmage’s Elder Common Calendar.” Lysander frowned subtly. If calculated under the Archmage’s system, that would mean she was merely seventeen years old. But spirits and ghosts couldn’t take form at such a youthful age. It was likely a ruse, and Lysander doubted the truth of her words. He continued, “Do you remember the personal items I previously entrusted you with?” Raven Nyx nodded. “I do.” The corners of her eyes dipped down sadly as she looked at him, her expression one of gentle pity. “Do you want them back?” “Of course not. But you must offer me some of your personal items in return. This exchange will bind us and ensure our engagement.” Raven Nyx picked up a teacup from the table, blinking innocently, “This is one; I use it every day.” …A teacup. Lysander forced a small smile. “Is that all I’m worth to you, Adele? Just one teacup?” Raven Nyx remained cluelessly earnest.
Chapter 5
Raven Nyx let out a quiet sigh, her resolve wavering. "Alright then," she said, turning to open her common chest. She rummaged through the contents and pulled out a beautiful hairpin named Elara, handing it to Lysander Wraith. Lysander grasped the delicate hairpin tightly. "What about the perfume and the purse?" he asked, a hint of concern in his voice. Raven shook her head. "I never use those things." His grip on the hairpin tightened. "She’s wary of me." With a small smile, Lysander replied, "I’ll head down the mountain to find the right path for marriage. You stay here and wait for me." Raven nodded but then inquired, "Don’t you want to try on the wedding attire?" The garment woven from the silk of the spider had taken Raven a long time to procure. Lysander took a quick glance at it. "No, it's fine. I'll try it on another day." "Alright then," Raven conceded. Lysander avoided her gaze, clutching the hairpin as he headed quickly for the exit. "Wait," Raven called after him. Lysander froze mid-step. "What is it?" Raven handed him an umbrella. "Here, use this to keep dry on your descent. We wouldn’t want you getting soaked in Duskwood." The touch of her skin lingered on his fingers as he took the umbrella. He opened it and began his descent, the path beneath his feet feeling almost surreal. An imperial carriage was waiting at the foot of the mountain, ready for him. As soon as he stepped inside, Emperor Augustus stroked his beard and chuckled, "You’ve obtained it. Allow me to cast the Elder's spell on you. After this, she will never track your footsteps again. But I must have that hairpin in return." Lysander said, "Keep the umbrella as a gift for Your Majesty." "I hear Duchess Axton has chosen a lady from the palace for the Second Old of the house. Congratulations to her!" As the carriage moved westward, the sounds gradually faded away… Before long, the wedding day arrived. Invitations had spread far and wide, reaching the high peaks of the Beastkin communities, summoning them to gather. A wedding among the Beastkin wasn’t an extraordinary event. Much like wild beasts roaming the mountains, these creatures sought territory. Their lives were treacherous; with the wrong encounter, a stray knife could end it all. Thus, forging a marital bond offered an added layer of protection. With the right partners, the Beastkin believed they could hone their skills, much like their more seasoned brethren. But, there were whispers… “That Little Vixen has found a path to marriage too,” someone remarked. “Isn’t she the one exiled by the Foxkin Clan? Where would she find Lord Vulpes to wed?” another countered. “Well, she isn’t pure of lineage herself, so she doesn’t necessarily need a Lord Vulpes. Maybe she’s simply mingling in the mountains, hoping to find a passing Beastkin.” “I thought she had perished ages ago. Who would have guessed she’d survive all this time, let alone get married? That’s impressive,” they continued to gossip. The Beastkin congregated, their curiosity piqued, making their way to Raven Nyx’s mountain. While Little Vixen may be lacking in wealth, the banquet promises exquisite food and drink that would astonish anyone. The Beastkin were certainly drawn to the allure of a fine feast. Even those few glasses of enchanted wine could seal the deal for them. As for the higher-ups of the Beastkin society, they appeared more interested in the comedic misfortunes of the Foxkin Clan than the wedding itself. The old mansion nestled within the Dark Woods was starting to fill with guests, brimming with anticipation.
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