Lingxi Ferry

With a ruined spiritual root, Lin Yan was exiled to the mortal world at age six. He thought his whole life would be spent collecting corpses and tending graves. Until that rainy night, he saved a poisoned female sword cultivator on the brink of death, and she dragged him into an empty coffin—the moment their lips touched, a slumbering ancient constitution suddenly awakened after thirteen years. The Lingxi Dao Body: exchanging hearts, in a single kiss, one can replicate the other's divine abilities for twenty-four hours, and mutually nurture both parties' talents to improve permanently. There is only one condition—sincere emotion and mutual understanding. The world only remembers that this path did exist in ancient times, but it was denounced as "heresy" and eradicated. Because it does not drain or plunder, it shook the foundation of the sects' ten-thousand-year monopoly. No one knows that an orphan corpse collector from the mortal realm has actually lived it as his own Dao. A menial disciple who can read people's hearts, a sword-wielding sole survivor of a massacred clan, an untouchable senior sister with a heavenly spiritual root who never smiles, a demon sect saintess ordered to approach him, a weapon spirit slumbering in a sword for three thousand years, and a regent empress with no spiritual root who rules the land—each harbors her own worries and bears her own loneliness, and Lin Yan reaches out to catch them all. So what if his spiritual root is ruined? He uses sincerity as his furnace and ten thousand Daos as fuel, burning a path to immortality that no one has ever walked before. All living beings have their loneliness; he is willing to ferry them with his own heart. This kiss ferries others, and ferries himself. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Lingxi Ferry — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠