Novels by Fountainpen

Just then, a sudden shift in the atmosphere swept through the room, a palpable wave of tension that caused heads to turn abruptly. A certain person had entered the hall, someone whose influence was so profound that even the most seasoned nobles felt a tremor of unease. Some people pointed subtly in his general direction, whispering his name, but none dared to call him out directly.Master Tai had finally arrived.He was dressed in exquisite robes, a smooth black silk that flowed like liquid night, adorned with intricate golden embroidery that depicted mythical creatures and his clan symbol.He moved with a practiced grace, his every gesture radiating authority. After all, he was the host of this event, and he carried the weight of that responsibility with an air of effortless command.Everyone in the room seemed to be holding their breath, waiting for his next move.Except, of course, for Shen, who popped another candied grape into his mouth with a nonchalant air. He watched Maste

Shen stared at the velvet box, his senses heightened. He could see the plant inside, its color slightly off. He could detect no vacuum seal, and he couldn't even perceive the unique scent of the Heart of Jintai from where he sat, which was highly unusual. And the auctioneer was describing it as if it were some kind of miracle cure, which the Heart of Jintai never was. That thing didn’t give life… it stopped death, preserving what little remained.Shen shook his head, his expression dismissive. “It’s not the one.”Tomoe, who had been eagerly waiting for a chance to clap back at Shen and regain his lost prestige, seized the opportunity instantly.“Of course he says that!” he laughed loudly, his voice dripping with sarcasm, garnering the attention of the other guests. “It’s because he can’t afford it!”The guests snickered and giggled, all nodding their heads in agreement. They were eager to see Shen taken down a peg. Tomoe turned to Shen, smiling smugly, his eyes filled with malicio

The auction commenced with a gong so loud it rattled the wine in everyone's glasses. Velvet curtains parted, revealing a radiant stage, lavishly decorated with gold, shimmering silk drapes, and expertly positioned lighting that allowed every guest an unobstructed view. A collective hush fell over the room as nobles whispered, shuffled, and adjusted their seats, their faces a mixture of excitement and anticipation. They expected a spectacle, and they were eager to witness it.Shen reclined lazily in his seat beside Rosa Han, his long legs crossed casually. One hand propped up his cheek, while the other rhythmically tossed a candied almond into his mouth, savoring the sweet and slightly sour taste.He appeared utterly unconcerned with the unfolding events, a stark contrast to the palpable tension in the room.Rosa leaned closer, her voice a mere whisper, yet filled with urgency. “Shen, you have to help me identify the right herb. If you do… I’ll buy you anything you want. Just name it

Tomoe enjoyed being admired. The feeling was intoxicating, a heady rush. He had always craved attention, and now he was finally getting it, even if it was based on a lie.The attention made him feel good. It fueled his ego and stroked all his feathers.‘How does the GOLDMASTER deal with this all the time? Does he ever get tired of being worshipped?' he couldn't help but wonder.Shen approached him, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "My good man, you said you know Master Jin? How did you come to know him?"Tomoe paused, caught off guard. He hadn't anticipated such a direct question. He hadn't thought this far ahead, because people in these settings rarely pressed for details. And wasn't this the same man who had humiliated him at his wedding? What was he doing here, and why was he targeting him?"Well? Are you going to answer, or are you just going to stare like a frog trapped in a well?" Shen pressed, his voice carrying just enough to draw attention. Whispers rippled through t

Far off in Ling City, a grand building stood tall. It was made of precious stones and expensive art.It was dripping with wealth. The driveways were silver, the doors gold.Even the doorknobs had rubies and sapphires.It was the GOLDMASTER's place, though many didn't really know it.Tonight, the auction would be held there. It wasn't just any auction; it was the event of the year, a gathering of the most powerful and influential people in the land. Invitations were coveted, and those who received them knew they had reached the pinnacle of society.Important people from all over the country came. Dignitaries and royals arrived in their finest attire, their retinues trailing behind them like colorful banners.Dukes and duchesses, princes and princesses, all eager to partake in the spectacle and perhaps acquire a rare treasure or two. Thankfully, the place was big enough for everyone who could afford to be there. The estate sprawled across acres of land, its gardens transformed into

Silence descended, quickly morphing into shock and surprise. Doctor Fang reacted immediately, rushing to the Han Family Head and closely examining his body. Having not witnessed the Family Head's condition before Shen's intervention, Doctor Fang remained unaware of the extent of the improvement.To him, the Family Head's life hung precariously in the balance, demanding immediate action. He dropped his medical bag and began rummaging through it."What happened here? Explain yourself!" he demanded, his voice sharp and authoritative.Doctor Mark stammered, "I... I don't know, Doctor Fang."But Doctor Fang ignored him, his focus entirely on the patient. He examined the Han Family Head with practised expertise, checking his pulse, his breathing, and the colour of his skin. His brow furrowed deeper with each passing moment."These needles..." Doctor Fang muttered, his fingers hovering over the golden acupuncture points. "What kind of technique is this? I've never seen anything like it.