Ye Qingtang's words struck Lu Xiuwen's mind like a bolt of lightning.
Lu Xiuwen looked up in disbelief and glared at Ye Qingtang. His eyes were full of hatred as though he wanted to swallow her down alive.
The Shangyue Fire Tripod was hidden in his room. If Ye Qingtang requested the Warden to conduct a search right now, would he not…
Lu Xiuwen broke out in a cold sweat instantly, and the luck he previously felt vanished into thin air.
Once the Shangyue Fire Tripod was found to be hidden in his room, things would not be as simple as being flogged fifty strokes. He might not even be able to enter Xuanling Sect for the rest of his life anymore!
At that instant, Lu Xiuwen finally realized what Ye Qingtang was plotting when she said those words previously.
She was clearing his name on the surface, but in reality, she was making him pay back in his own coin by slowly leading him to limit the scope of the murderer to the disciples who participated in this mission.
He would not be able to keep the Shangyue Fire Tripod anymore, and he suffered this fifty strokes for nothing!
Lu Xiuwen had never hated someone this much. At that very instant, he really wished he could tear Ye Qingtang into pieces!
"I will send people to investigate immediately. This matter will end here for now. If the murderer is found, he will definitely be punished severely," the Warden ordered.
After watching the drama and being shocked by the bloody fifty strokes of flogging, the disciples did not dare to speak further and quickly dispersed.
Lu Xiuwen was carried away by a few disciples, and before he left, he glared at Ye Qingtang resentfully as though his eyes were soaked in poison.
Ye Qingtang simply could not be bothered with Lu Xiuwen and immediately walked to Yun Shu's side to support him.
"Junior Sister Ye…" Yun Shu grasped Ye Qingtang's wrists tightly. Agitation filled his eyes. He was very aware that if not for Ye Qingtang's timely appearance, not only would he not be able to punish Lu Xiuwen for his crime, he would even be accused of maligning a fellow disciple instead.
Ye Qingtang chuckled. Since others were present, she did not say anything and only helped Yun Shu out.
Once they exited the Disciplinary Hall, Yun Shu could not conceal his gratitude anymore.
"Junior Sister Ye, thank you for standing up for me today. If not for you, I'm afraid…"
Ye Qingtang shook her head. "Senior Brother Yun, there's no need for formalities between us. I am clear of what Lu Xiuwen did, but it's a pity that there is no concrete evidence for the Warden to convict him, and I could only use wits to resolve your hatred temporarily."
Yun Shu laughed bitterly. "I really did not expect Lu Xiuwen to be so vicious and have such wild ambitions. I am to blame for not being able to see his true colors. But… where did you pick up the sword that you took out just now? I've never seen Lu Xiuwen use it before."
Ye Qingtang scanned her surroundings, and after ensuring that there was no outsider present, she said softly, "I didn't even pick up that sword. I went to Lu Xiuwen's room to steal it before I went to the Disciplinary Hall."
Yun Shu was stunned.
"S… steal?"
Ye Qingtang nodded. "Lu Xiuwen must have been certain enough to dare to attack you. I know that there's no way you could win him in the Disciplinary Hall, so I made a trip to his room first. The blood on it was smeared using your blood-stained clothes as well."
Yun Shu was completely dumbfounded. Never had he thought that Ye Qingtang would be so bold and detailed to set up this trap for Lu Xiuwen to fall in.


In her previous life, her spirit root was dug out. Despite being filled with righteousness, she is deemed heretic!

When she returns to her youth, she tries her best to resist the tides of fate by defying the heavens. Anyone who humiliated or bullied her in her previous life would suffer payback a hundred times over!

She cultivates her bloodline independently and reforges a supreme-grade spirit root! She slays despicable clansmen and regains her glory!

The rules of the world do not bind her in any way. In this life, she plans to forge a path of righteous slaughter for herself! 

He is the God that is well-respected by everyone, cold and aloof; yet, he sneaks in every night to have her have his baby. 

"Hey, have you thought it through?"
"Can I reject it?"
"You can choose to have one baby or two."
"Why must it be me!?"
"Because you stole my heart!"

    "Stop it. I ain't in the mood for this."


   He tried to be sane. He wanted to shake her hands off but he wasn't that courageous. Probably that was why the lady thought of taking advantage of him. He seemed to be understanding things about her more and more and that seemed to bring him closer to the realization of whom she was really was. 


   He wouldn't had had a contention with her person if that didn't tamper with his pedigree but there was nothing he could do at that moment. She was always infringing on his right and was always doing more of colonizing and luring and all. He wasn't go to let that keep going on and on. 


     "I'll held you be in the mood."


   She whispered into his left ear. That seemed like some spell. The breathy syllables sent some shrills down his spin and he had no idea how to ignore it. He knew that she was some crazy lady and a Nymph matter-of-factly. She would always have her way with words. 


   That shouldn't be true. He should also have his way with actions. He shouldn't be tossed about by her. He was supposed to be a man and be responsible for his own actions. His pleasure should not always dictate to him where he should go or what he should do. 


    Her hand was still moving over his penis and he was shaking under. Her nipples were wet behind him. His back could feel the rage of the nipples. He couldn't ignore the two stimulants. If he didn't ignore quickly, he knew that he probably wouldn't be able to ignore anymore. Of course he knew what the lady was capable of doing. He wouldn't take feeble chances of course. Never would he do that. 


     He reached his hand to her hand which was over his penis and removed it. He knew that he didn't want to do it but he had no choice. He should be sane of course and shouldn't be someone else's puppet. He should be responsible for his actions. 


      She put it back and hungrily fought her hand into his skirt and was holding the penis barely. She began to give it strokes and he began to moan. 


     She spoke again:


     "Allow my blessings."


    He hated her for that. She always felt like she was right. She always felt like she was the one who knew what was the best for the rest and would stick to it. He knew that that was not true. That could never be. 


      She still have her other hand wrapped around him and at that moment was dragging her boobs pressed to his back up and down for squeezes. Since he wouldn't do that willingly. She would force him. No! She wouldn't force him. She needn't force him. That was for the inexperienced. She was only going to give him the reason to continue the process with her. She knew that he would be way too weak to reject it. She knew what stuff he was made of. 


      "This is a curse. Nothing close to a blessing."


   She brought her mouth closer to his ear and began to murmur into it. He knew what she was trying to do. She wasn't making any sense matter-of-factly, but he knew what she was trying to do. She was of course trying to distract him. If she did keep to that, he would have no idea of what to think. Even if he had the idea, he wouldn't be able to think it through. If he was bold and strong enough to think it through, he would be way too weak to act it. 


      He must be ready to resist it. There was no one who would do that for him. He had discovered that fighting himself ease from the lady would not be a cake walk, if he would be standing for something, he should be standing tall for it. That was what twas and would be. 


     "That's up to you to decide what meaning you make of it."


   She had had strokes on his erection that he was already wet all over his skirt. He seemed to stink even at that moment. 


    She decided to turn him to herself at what she had said earlier but he fought himself free and made for the door. 


    Fighting himself ease of her, he had unintentionally knocked her out and she had fallen with her head on the berth and the remaining part of her body being debated by the air and the floor of the room. 


   He had been thinking of that dearly before he was able to make a move. If he hadn't acted that way, he probably wouldn't be able to snap out of the voodoo tossed by the lady. 


     He looked at her at the opening of the house. Then he held unto the curtain which was hanging down loosely from the rotten bar of the door. He was bold enough to make his words into the arts of time:


     "Do not come looking for me anymore. You're nothing but a mere slut. And for you, we three brothers can never be at odds. So if that is your objective, snap outta it, you'll never have it. It is a mirage, an illusion and lives only up there in your brain. There's no place for it here in the land of the living."


     He was glad that he was able to say that. He had never thought he would be able to speak that well after what she had done to his brain few moments ago. He probably was only jumpy and had no sane idea of what he was supposed to do. 


      She had found her balance and was seating on the berth at that moment. He was conscious to take note of every of her steps. He knew quite well that he could never trust. She wasn't that reliable. She wasn't even in a bit. 

WARNING: Largely Erotica

Lailah, a beautiful Nymph, was spat out by the sea after angering the great Poseidon.

 Luckily, she was rescued by the cunning Ja Lia, who of course, immediately felt a strong sexual attraction to her. 

 He made advances, and she submitted, wanting to repay him for his kindness. But she liked the sex a little much.

 Transforming into an insatiable seductress, she proceeded to test will of other men, who unknown to her were Ja Lia's siblings.

 Angered by this betrayal, Ja Lia sets sail on the open sea but met with new fate. 

 Poseidon would recruit him against Lailah, who already carries his child.



 "Stop it. I ain't in the mood for this." 

 He tried to be sane. He wanted to shake her hands off but he wasn't that courageous. Probably that was why the lady thought of taking advantage of him. He seemed to be understanding things about her more and more and that seemed to bring him closer to the realization of whom she was really was. 

 He wouldn't had had a contention with her person if that didn't tamper with his pedigree but there was nothing he could do at that moment. She was always infringing on his right and was always doing more of colonizing and luring and all. He wasn't go to let that keep going on and on. 

 "I'll held you be in the mood." 

 She whispered into his left ear. That seemed like some spell. The breathy syllables sent some shrills down his spin and he had no idea how to ignore it. He knew that she was some crazy lady and a Nymph matter-of-factly. She would always have her way with words. 

 That shouldn't be true. He should also have his way with actions. He shouldn't be tossed about by her. He was supposed to be a man and be responsible for his own actions. His pleasure should not always dictate to him where he should go or what he should do. 

 Her hand was still moving over his penis and he was shaking under. Her nipples were wet behind him. His back could feel the rage of the nipples. He couldn't ignore the two stimulants. If he didn't ignore quickly, he knew that he probably wouldn't be able to ignore anymore. Of course he knew what the lady was capable of doing. He wouldn't take feeble chances of course. Never would he do that. 

 He reached his hand to her hand which was over his penis and removed it. He knew that he didn't want to do it but he had no choice. He should be sane of course and shouldn't be someone else's puppet. He should be responsible for his actions. 

 She put it back and hungrily fought her hand into his skirt and was holding the penis barely. She began to give it strokes and he began to moan. 

 She spoke again: 

 "Allow my blessings." 

 He hated her for that. She always felt like she was right. She always felt like she was the one who knew what was the best for the rest and would stick to it. He knew that that was not true. That could never be. 

 She still have her other hand wrapped around him and at that moment was dragging her boobs pressed to his back up and down for squeezes. Since he wouldn't do that willingly. She would force him. No! She wouldn't force him. She needn't force him. That was for the inexperienced. She was only going to give him the reason to continue the process with her. She knew that he would be way too weak to reject it. She knew what stuff he was made of. 

 "This is a curse. Nothing close to a blessing." 

 She brought her mouth closer to his ear and began to murmur into it. He knew what she was trying to do. She wasn't making any sense matter-of-factly, but he knew what she was trying to do. She was of course trying to distract him. If she did keep to that, he would have no idea of what to think. Even if he had the idea, he wouldn't be able to think it through. If he was bold and strong enough to think it through, he would be way too weak to act it. 

 He must be ready to resist it. There was no one who would do that for him. He had discovered that fighting himself ease from the lady would not be a cake walk, if he would be standing for something, he should be standing tall for it. That was what twas and would be. 

 "That's up to you to decide what meaning you make of it." 

 She had had strokes on his erection that he was already wet all over his skirt. He seemed to stink even at that moment. 

 She decided to turn him to herself at what she had said earlier but he fought himself free and made for the door. 

 Fighting himself ease of her, he had unintentionally knocked her out and she had fallen with her head on the berth and the remaining part of her body being debated by the air and the floor of the room. 

 He had been thinking of that dearly before he was able to make a move. If he hadn't acted that way, he probably wouldn't be able to snap out of the voodoo tossed by the lady. 

 He looked at her at the opening of the house. Then he held unto the curtain which was hanging down loosely from the rotten bar of the door. He was bold enough to make his words into the arts of time: 

 "Do not come looking for me anymore. You're nothing but a mere slut. And for you, we three brothers can never be at odds. So if that is your objective, snap outta it, you'll never have it. It is a mirage, an illusion and lives only up there in your brain. There's no place for it here in the land of the living." 

 He was glad that he was able to say that. He had never thought he would be able to speak that well after what she had done to his brain few moments ago. He probably was only jumpy and had no sane idea of what he was supposed to do. 

 She had found her balance and was seating on the berth at that moment. He was conscious to take note of every of her steps. He knew quite well that he could never trust. She wasn't that reliable. She wasn't even in a bit.

Lailah, a beautiful Nymph, was spat out by the sea after angering the great Poseidon.

 Luckily, she was rescued by the cunning Ja Lia, who of course, immediately felt a strong sexual attraction to her. 

   He made advances, and she submitted, wanting to repay him for his kindness. But she liked the sex a little much.

   Transforming into an insatiable seductress, she proceeded to test will of other men, who unknown to her were Ja Lia's siblings.

    Angered by this betrayal, Ja Lia sets sail on the open sea but met with new fate. 

   Poseidon would recruit him against Lailah, who already carries his child.

Outside The Red Flower, I Brace my Self to Enter.  Memories of my most recent Visit flash through my Mind.  I take a Deep Breath and open the door, the small bell chiming.

A new young Woman Greets me.  Dark brown curls fall loosely around her siren face, the mass of her hair pulled back with a Sense of Allure.

She gazes heatedly at me from underneath her thick, dark lashes, her amber eyes insinuating I Came to the Right place to Be Pleasured.  A shiver runs down my spine.

"Tell me your Fantasies."  She purrs.

"I am here for a Meeting."  I firmly State.

"How many are you Looking for?"  She flashes her eyes Sensuously.

"Six."  I Say.  "All Women."

She arches her perfectly manicured brow, a slow Smile spreading dangerously across her face.  "And do you have Specific Requests?"

"They are Expecting Me."  I reply.

She tilts her head, Looking me up and down.  "Ah, yes."  She Says.  "Right this Way."

She turns Toward the rich, red curtain and pushes it aside before stepping through the arched Entrance.  I Follow, Allowing her to Lead me through a series of corridors.  Pleasured moans and Breathy groans echo throughout the halls.  Finally, we stop.  She takes out a key, unlocks the room and gestures me Forward.  "Wait here.  Our Clients have Needs that must Be Served.  They will Be in Attendance within the hour."  

I nod, taking a seat on a Deep purple sofa.

She eyes me.  "I can Serve YOU while you wait."  She runs her tongue between her lips.  She closes the door behind her and Begins to slink Toward me.

"That will not Be Necessary."  I reply.

"Are you Certain?"  She continues Advancing.  "You seem.. tense."  Slowly she reaches up, untying the loose fabric of her sheer tunic.  It slips to the floor, Revealing her naked body.

I arch my brow.  "I am not a paying Client.  Clothe your Self."  I Say cooly.

"You have never had a Woman."  She Observes, dropping onto the sofa next to me.  She slides her bare leg across my lap and lazily drags a finger across my collarbone, fingering the tie of my cloak.  

"Too Bold."  My Voice lowers in Warning.

"You Need Bold."  She wittily replies, shifting her weight discretely - she now straddles my lap.

"I decline your offer."  My eyes flash.

"You Do not Know what you have not had."  She leans down, placing a soft kiss upon my lips.  My body steels.

"Leave.  Now.  I will not Ask again."  

She trails her lips down my neck, removing my cloak.  I Stand, throwing her off me.  Her eyes glint with mischief.  She spreads her legs, exposing her slickening folds.  Her gaze settles upon mine as she brings her middle finger to her mouth and sucks it Deep into her mouth.  Without breaking eye contact, she removes her dampened finger and places it at the entrance of her moist flower.  Slowly, she slides her finger in, arching her back and lifting her breasts to me.

"Do you like what you See?"  She Breathes.  Her finger slips out, slick with her juices.  She runs it up to her tightening bud, drawing loose circles.  Inhaling a sharp Breath, her gaze Deepens.  "I Know what you Need."  She shakily Breathes.

"Do you."  I Say.

"Mmm.."  She moans.  "I can make you Feel Things you have never Felt."  Her finger spins closer in as her hips Begin to writhe.  Her ragged Breathing comes in a shallow rasps.  She Begins to pulsate her body against her hand.  "Ohhh.."  She Whimpers.  "Imagine what I could Do to you."  Her high-pitched moans fill the room.  "OH YES!  I'm Coming just for you.."  She cries out.  "Ohhhh... Mmm.. YES!  YES!  YES!"  Her hips buck wildly upwards.  Suddenly she lifts her opposite hand, sliding two fingers Deep within.  She strokes her insides in an upward motion without releasing her bud still captured in her ruthless onslaught.  "Do you want to See the Grand Finale?"  She moans.

I remain Silent.

"Mmm.. Mmmm... Mm..  Oh, GOD!  Mmm.. YES!  Mm..  Here I Commmme.."  Her body twists in Pleasure in the grasp of her Expert hands.  She pumps her hand in and out of her Self at a rapid pace while simultaneously strumming her bud mercilessly.  "Ahhhhhhhh.."  She groans.  Her legs Begin to quiver as her body loses its battle against her firm grip.  "YES!!  YES!!  FUCK!  FUCK!!  FUUUUUUCK!"  Her body explodes, liquid gushing out of her in forceful bursts as she folds her Self up into a sitting position, never slowing her pace.  She thrusts her hips in desperation.  "Ahhhhhhhh..."  She cries out, her juices continuing to spurt, soaking the sofa.  "Oh, GOD!  More!  I Need More!"  Sweat dampens her skin.  Her amber eyes still bearing into mine.  Her hips Begin to slow as she strokes her Self to a Final burst of Pleasure.  Whimpering, she reaches her Climax again.  "Ooooo..  yeeeeesss...  mmmmmmmmmmm..."  Feverishly, her Body is shaking as if it cannot take any more.  "Mm.. mm.. mm.. mm.. mm.. m.. .. .."  Finally, her body collapses backwards again, tremors rocking her to exhaustion.  She slides her fingers out, sticky liquid gushing from within, and Gently Massages her battered bud.  She rubs her mound, drags her hands up over her body, and takes a Deep Breath.

"Mmmm..."  She Says.  "That was..  Erotic."  Her eyes Gleam.  "Your turn."

"Get.  Out."  I Command.

"The king seemed to like it."  She flippantly responded. 

My stomach twisted.  "I am Certain he Did."  I replied Calmly.

"I See why he Came here.  Your legs are Sealed."  She walked over to me and ran her finger up between my legs, pressing down when she reached my covered folds.  A rebellious pang of Pleasure shot through my Core.  I grabbed her wrist.

"Touch me again, and you will end up in the prisons with him."  I Seethe.

"Oh, your Majesty.  He simply paid Well.  You already have our Children.  What more could we possibly Give?"  She Blinked back a tear threatening her eye.

"It is for their Protection.  Which Child is yours?"  I Gently respond.

"Shae."

"She is a sweet Child.  Just earlier I Watched her Play in The Nursery with a bowl."

"Thank you.."  She whispers.

I nod Silently.

A knock sounds upon the door.  The young woman Gathers her tunic and Clothes her Self before crossing the room.  She opens the door and five Other Women file in, each taking a seat where they are able.  Finally, the room settles.  I turn to them.

"I am here to Discuss a Better Arrangement for you and your Children."

I never knew my Life was in danger until I met him..

His intoxicating smile, his delicious aroma, his cunning web of lies and deceit were enough to make your head spin. But there was something Deeper that I Found within. Something dark and delicate that drew me in.

His confidence so wildly uncanny. I couldn't quite place it. The mystique had me reeling. And then I saw him. The Beautiful Monster he became.

Su Yaozheng did not say a word as her expression became grim.
"What was my last order before I left the capital? I told you to stick to Lady Han at all times, and yet, you lost track of her for the whole night! Are you dumb?" Aunt Long who was standing beside the princess was ruthless from anger as she did not expect such a massive incident to happen. Dong Bao—who grew up with Lady Han—was always steady and she had not made a single mistake.
"It's all my fault, I…" Dong Bao admitted that she was at fault. She had been negligent for not thinking things through. Things would not have ended this way if only she had asked the other servants to search around the city before she left! She had no way to absolve the blame.
"Mother, don't be mad. I'm fine, look at me! Don't I look alright?" Han Jing interrupted Dong Bao's self-blaming. Based on everything that happened after she woke up, she was certain that Dong Bao was absolutely loyal to her, even after disregarding Dong Bao's relationship with Lady Han. The girl was just tricked by Han Yan. She was a little too naive from having stood by Lady Han's side for all these years.
She needed more practice.
"Fine. I can relieve you from the punishment of death, but you still need to be disciplined. Ah Long, take her and give her 20 strokes as punishment." Su Yaozheng waved her hand to dismiss them.
Han Jing was reluctant, "Mother…" Han Jing lamented as she was unwilling to let her mother punish Dong Bao.
Su Yaozheng ignored her.
Dong Bao groveled as she thanked the princess, "Thank you for the enlightenment, Your Highness!"
Her negligence this time was grave. The 20 strokes would be acceptable for her as she practiced martial arts. However, Dong Bao was still guilty that her Lady's virtue was tarnished. She was even willing to get beaten to death as punishment.
Aunt Long and Dong Bao left for the punishment, leaving only Su Yaozheng and Han Jing in the room.
Su Yaozheng sighed and held Han Jing's hand, "What's done is done, don't think or worry too much. You are my daughter, Su Xingyan has to marry you even if your virtue is stained! You will still be Princess Ling, and no one will ever take your place. Don't worry, I will tear those who hurt you into pieces! I am at fault too, for being rash. I thought that no one would dare harm you in Hanjing City! I never expected them to be this bold! Hmph! They must be bored of living!"
Han Jing blinked in surprise. She could not believe that those words came out of her mother's mouth. Although she had Lady Han's memories, she could not sense her mother's genuine care until this moment.
It was no wonder that not many in Hanjing City dared to provoke her. Who would not fear to find trouble with her when she had such a domineering mother?
Han Jing stifled a laugh.
Su Yaozheng furrowed her brows. "What are you laughing at?" she glared.
Su Yaozheng was surprised to see that her daughter's eyes were twinkling with an odd radiance as she gazed at her.
She had been providing her daughter with the best things in life to make her feel better as she knew that she was vulnerable. However, she was aware that everything she provided her was only physical glamor. Her daughter was still insecure.
However, instead of her usual fake confidence, Jing'er's eyes that day were filled with genuine spirit that came from within!


When Han Jing, a hitwoman with special abilities, transformed into the nasty and arrogant Lady Han, she used her privilege to be domineering to the max!! 
Her fiancé despised her and provoked her repeatedly so she broke off the engagement!
She then got married to her fiancé’s uncle while pregnant so she could mock her fiancé and make him call her 'aunt'!
Since she died in her lifetime because she fell into someone’s trap, she would allow no one to change her destiny anymore, not even god! She would destroy anyone who attempted to tear her down! She would put everyone under her heel and live according to her wishes!
However, can anyone please tell her whose baby is in her belly?!


In this early morning, Yun Shu's shout was loud and penetrating, which instantly caught the disciples' attention, and they were all appalled. Elder Chen Sheng had a rather exalted position in the sect, after all.
Yun Shu just showed such great disrespect to Elder Chen Sheng in public. He would be in big trouble!
It took Fan Wen a short while to realize what just happened. After coming to his senses, he pointed at Yun Shu and scolded aloud, "Are you out of your goddamn mind?!"
Yun Shu tilted his head to one side and grinned. "You just said I wasn't qualified for being sent to the valley, but now I think I've met the requirement. If you think this is not enough, I have more…"
Fan Wen's face had turned dark with rage. "You can't wait for your death, right?!"
He was about to smack Yun Shu. However, at this time, Yun Shu hurriedly cried for attention, "See! Fan Wen is going to kill me for Elder Chen Sheng! He's taking revenge on me!"
Any punishment had to be approved by the sect first according to the rules.
After staring at Yun Shu for a while, Fan Wen snorted and announced to the crowd, "Disciple Yun Shu humiliated the senior and thus severely violated the sect's laws. On behalf of Elder Chen Sheng, here I shall exile Yun Shu for eighty years to the Valley of Crime. No remission! No pardon! The sentence will come into effect right away!"
He knew that Yun Shu was not yet a cultivator, so he would soon die in the valley.
"I'll be back, Dad!" Yun Shu looked up at his father and smiled.
Yun Wanli was surprised by his son's bright smile. It was so dazzling, it even cheered him up. He now seriously wondered if his son could really decipher the inscription as he had claimed.
The valley was located to the north of the sect, between the extremely high, steep cliffs. To its north was the notorious Forest of Deadly Wind.
There was a single way to get in and out: the opening to the valley was also the only exit. In front of the entrance, there were two bearded, elderly men guarding the place: one fat and one skinny, one on the right and the other on the left.
It was said that more than fifty years ago, a riot took place in the Fire Mystic Sect. A dozen superior cultivators tried to get a serious sinner out of the valley. However, they never even managed to step inside because of the two elderly men. Ever since then, the duo became well-known in the sect.
The fat elderly man slightly looked up at Yun Shu and asked, "For what? How long?"
Zhang Bao suddenly got nervous, and his face turned pale. He opened his mouth but couldn't produce an answer. Yun Shu, however, grinned and answered politely, "Humiliating an Elder in public. Eighty years!"
The fat old man was a bit surprised at first, then he laughed out loud. "Bold. But I suppose you already know this place isn't a playground, right?"
Yun Shu smiled. "I think I do."
The fat elderly was astonished again, but this time, it was by Yun Shu's calm smile and composed attitude. He nodded and said, "Then behave yourself in this place. We will not show any mercy if you're planning on anything bad."
Yun Shu struggled to free himself from the two disciples and gave the elderly men a palm-hold-fist salute. "I'll keep that in mind, and I'll surely behave myself."
The fat elderly man burst out laughing. "Interesting. I've been guarding this place for years, but you're the first one to talk to me with a smile. I like you, boy. Here, I'll give you a gift!"
He rummaged around in his sleeve, found a key, handed it to Yun Shu, and said, "Thirty miles away from here in the valley, there's a stone shelter. It belongs to you now. Not everyone here can enjoy a place to live in, you know. Well, actually, very few do."
Not expecting such a big gift, Yun Shu gave the elderly men the same salute once again and said, "Thank you very much, sir. I'll work hard!"
"Work hard? For what?" The fat elderly man didn't know what the boy was talking about. He shook his head and smiled. "I like this boy."
The thin elderly man finally made a comment, though only a snort.
Yun Shu directly headed for the three stone steles.
Once inside, Yun Shu directly headed for the three stone steles. He did not want to spend his whole life in this godforsaken place. And the steles were his only chance to extricate him from this sentence.
However, the real situation was totally different.
The three old stone steles stood tall and upright. But the square was empty.
After a second glance, Yun Shu finally saw a person with messy hair sitting in front of the stele in the middle.
However, the person quickly reached out an arm and grabbed the wooden sword in the front. With it, the person drew a line on the ground ahead of Yun Shu. 
"Trespass, and you're dead!" warned the person coldly.
It was a woman!
Yun Shu looked down at the wooden sword. It was not sharp at all, but he had no doubt that it could snuff out his life. 
"Sorry." Yun Shu stepped aside.
After his failed attempt to start a conversation, he sat down in front of the first stele. However, what he saw was totally out of his expectation: the stele was indeed cut with many strokes, and they were well aligned, but they didn't form characters.
Having no choice, Yun Shu walked to the stele in the middle where the woman was. He made sure to keep a proper distance from her, though. He then looked up at this stele, on which the strokes appeared to be even messier than the other two. The jumbled strokes were still beyond him, yet somehow, he could feel something just by staring at them.
His eyes kept tracking the strokes as he read the lines further. Unconsciously, the Qi in his meridians also started getting active and gathered together. Then the warm stream slowly flowed into his dantian.
What was going on? Was it…?!


Due to some unknown reason, Yun Shu keeps failing to reach the preliminary stage of cultivation despite his matchless talent, and thus, as the biggest loser ever in the sect, he ends up a victim of bullying for ten years.
However, the night before he is expelled from the sect, Yun Shu finds a lost world in the dream that he has been having persistently.
In this world, besides the endless precious herbs and fine mines, there is a dead body carrying amazing treasures. Most importantly, the dead body looks identical to Yun Shu!
Taking advantage of this mysterious gift, getting rid of the humiliating title, Yun Shu grows into the most powerful cultivator ever, whose power would stun the entire world.
Reversing the order between the heaven and earth, reforming the laws of the universe, the Ancient Sky Fiend's story unfolds!

February 7, 20XX (Thursday)
The Palace Residency- Condominiums

Mei Li faced the canvas with a face full of eagerness. It has been a while that she had picked up the brush and started painting. When Yang had started to go back to work and begun to tackle the towel-like paperwork in his desk, Mei Li had taken this chance to go back to her condo. It was time for her to do so too because one more minute with Yang and she would have used his hair as a paintbrush and his blood as paint. 
Painting was not just her work; it was also her hobby and her stress-reliever. She breathed, loudly. Mei Li's hand dipped the clean brush into grey and started to make bold strokes on the canvas as if the image was already in her mind.  Her movement turned fluid and her strokes alternated between bold or light and long or short. Seconds became hours fast as her state of mind entered into a peaceful and calm place. 
Once finished, she stepped off of the long seat and viewed the painting from afar. She swooned at the finished product. It was a scene where she vividly remembered happened in the car crash. The painting depicted a man and a woman inside a car wrecked by a larger van. A being cloaked in black floated in front of the woman ready to take her head, but the man beside her covered her with his back to the scythe that almost pierced him. This scene was Yang protecting her. She had been scared to revisit this scene because Yang could have died with that crash, but now that he was starting to heal, she was comfortable enough to paint it. Once she saw it, she felt the warm protectiveness Yang had for her.
Suddenly her eyes slide to see her phone ringing. When she answered, Yang's whining voice had greeted her as his hello, "I am hungry. I want food, let's eat together. Where are you?"
"I am in my condo, painting." Mei Li deadpanned, "I told you I would be here. You weren't listening, were you?"
Mei Li could imagine Yang would have touched his nose, helplessly by now. She smiled at her thoughts; Yang would be so adorable like a puppy being denied treats when he does it. Hearing Yang complaining about missing her, Mei Li sighed. She put her palette in a solution to help dissolve the residual paint before saying, "I'll come back up and cook. What do you want?"

February 11, 20XX (Monday)
The Palace Residency-Condominiums

Another chance came for Mei Li to paint again when she was done grocery shopping, yesterday and Yang had to work again. She had bolted out of Yang's condo after she had pushed his chair to his office. Mei Li had never run like that before. She had not wanted Yang to distract her again because he has been constantly in her mind for the past few days. Mei Li had thought that spending your every day with a person would lessen your thoughts about that person, but it turns out that wasn't the case with her and Yang. He was the waking person in her thoughts and the man in her dreams protecting her from all her nightmares. 
Once in her condo, she settled to paint again with a new canvass and a cleaner palette. It was not long before she picked the brush and begun to paint. Mei Li's hands moved fluidly as if she had done this painting before. The image of what she wanted to paint was evident in her mind. She ignored the noises her phone was making and painting like a madwoman who can only know how to paint. 
Four hours passed after she was done and sudden knocking on her door bothered her from truly appreciating the finished painting. She walked the space between her and the door to open it. Seeing the face of her bodyguard, Mei Li lowered her head to see a grinning Yang. 
Yang grinned at her, "I'm here to pick you up! Let's go eat at Zhao Manor!"
 She rolled her eyes and closed the door. Before completely going out, Mei Li peeked at the painting on her easel. She nodded in approval of the image she had painted; an injured man who was carrying the weight of a woman in her shoulders. 
She turned to Yang and said, "Did you tell Mother Zhao that we were coming?"
Yang shook his head, "You can call her for me."
Mei Li sighed. Sometimes she felt that Yang was carrying her, but right now it feels as if she was her shield. She dialed Mother Zhao's number and chatted with her a little. 

March 8, 20XX (Friday)
The Palace Residency-Condominiums

Mei Li woke with her phone ringing. Her hands patted the side table to find the annoying device. Once found she looked at the caller ID and saw her agent's, Elias, name. She answered it delightedly, "Hello?"
"Mei Li, I wanted to tell you that all the painting on your third collection had been delivered safely to the people that bought it. I want to ask you what you plan to do next? Are you going to wait another year to release your next collection?" 
Mei Li tried to get out of the bed but was forced down when Yang's arms snaked into her waist, bringing her closer to him. She sighed as Yang cuddled with her and pressed his nose in her neck. Mei Li ignored Yang and replied to Elias, "I am starting to paint my next collection. I have two art pieces now. It'll continue to grow; I might start the third piece this week."
Elias hummed in contemplation. Inside he was surprised because Mei Li had not started and finished pieces this easy and this fast. She must have a wonderful inspiration at her side as she had with the first collection with Yue. 
Mei Li continued to talk to Elias and had even announced that she was debating about shifting the base of her painting to Beijing now. Elias had been supportive and made sure Mei Li decided what she wanted and what she thinks was right. Mei Li smiled at her agent and asked, "If my paintings will be sold here in Beijing, will you still be my agent?"
Elias assured her immediately, "Girl; I have been ready to move to Beijing after I had sold your first collection. No country is going to hinder me to be your agent."
Mei Li jumped and giggled. She giggled because of Elias' answer, but she jumped because of Yang's hands beginning to room on her body. It had stayed in her waist before but then grew bolder to spun circles, racing her arms, then to the curve of her side profile, and then groped her breast with a forceful squeeze. 
Mei Li hastily said her goodbye as she ended her conversation with Elias. She glared at Yang as she settled the phone. His hands still at her boobs. With a loud snort, Mei Li inserted her very cold hands into his brief and touched Yang junior with a forceful tug. Yang yelped and tried to move away, yelling mercy to her. Why the heck is her hands as cold as ice? Not attractive at all!

If you ask me of her, I could not encapsulate her being with just mere words; 
As if words could describe the beauty that is Wu Mei Li, the woman that epitomizes love,
Her brown eyes like the color of the sun’s kisses which fills me with undiluted warmth,
Her red lips like those seductive thorny Roses passionate enough to draw me in, 
Her sultry voice like the teasing cool breeze amidst the summer heat beguiling me for more,
Her smooth skin like the iridescent sheen of a pearl that baits my greedy hands to touch,
and her tantalizing tenderness paired with her spine of kryptonite defeated my Superman heart of steel. 
Only she could play my heart into pieces and still make me ask for more. 
You, Wu Mei Li, have conquered this tyrant CEO and thus you shall become no one else’s but mine.

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Wu Mei Li had lived for 26 years with only little colors splashed unto her boring black and white orphan life. Until fate decided to break her heart and lead her to him- Zhao Yang, 24th head of Zhao Conglomerate, said to be the most ruthless businessman to live and the unattainable brother of her best friend, and he who had also avoided her presence for almost 10 years due to his parents’ scheming them together. 
Set on Modern Day, follow the Yandere Zhao Yang and the Eccentric Wu Mei Li’s journey from acquaintances in the early days of their meeting, to how Yang courted the consistently in denial Mei Li, then how their lives progress as a couple in the limelight, and how their road always end with each other. 

This Novel is mainly about the trials of a couple; from their beginning as strangers to their lives as a married couple. It will show a man courting a lady, a lady’s struggle to accept love, their cute interactions when falling in love, their path to being engaged, rescuing the lady from her past, teaching each other greater morals, and growing old together. 
Although, a bit of mystery and action is added to spice things up.

Boom!
A huge wooden bridge controlled by a mechanism connected to the head of the bridge on the other side of the moat led to the city gate. Happy and his group followed behind Huang Rong down it in astonishment and excitement. While they recorded all that they saw and heard, they arrived at the foot of the majestic fort. 
Hero's Mountain Villa!
Three large words written in flourish were branded on the sturdy stones. Upon seeing them, a strong and tough presence came charging at their faces. Happy stopped to cast the words a glance, and he came to an understanding. 
The examination and defensive tasks near Hero's Mountain Villa were led by a group of middle-aged men with square faces and cold gazes. They had heavy, black swords strapped to their backs, and when they noticed where Happy's gaze was directed, their sharp gazes turned slightly gentle. 
"Young brother, did you manage to see anything in those words?" 
They did not ask for Happy's name, but they were interested in Happy's expression. It caused the other nine people by his side to gasp in surprise.
"What the heck?!" a few of them exclaimed. Happy had managed to trigger a quest just by casting a glance at the sign above Hero's Mountain Villa, which stirred up the affection of an NPC!
Eleventh Crane and the others could only smile wryly.
While the other four sects stared over strangely, their expressions grew attentive. They wondered what sort of astonishing words Happy would say!
Happy did not seem to have noticed that the person who spoke was an NPC in charge of the fort's defenses. He stared at the calligraphy on the wall and thought of how the three words—Hero's Mountain Villa—exuded a powerful and sharp presence. 
"Was the person who wrote these words someone who was formerly in the army?"
"Hero's Mountain Villa is the sacred ground of the martial artists who walk down the righteous path. There are no lapdogs of the imperial court here." The speaker's expression instantly turned dark 
Faint mocking smiles showed up on Purpose of Unrequited Love Valley and Lu Jing of Peach Blossom Island faces when they saw that. They thought, 'No matter how great you are, Happy, you shouldn't have tried to show off through calligraphy.
'Who are you trying to fool. If you don't understand it, then let it be. If you spew nonsense, it's your fault.
'This is a martial arts tournament, so the genii from all over the world will come here. This isn't organized by the imperial court. How could you link this to the army and war? It's way too much of an exaggeration, don't you think?'
"That's strange." Happy cast the person who spoke a glance. "The strokes are bold, forceful, and powerful. Each one gives off the air of charging into the frontlines of a battlefield with an indomitable spirit and the murderous intent of the fighting there. 
"But the last stroke is completely different. It restrained its ferocity, and it gives off the air that it has already stopped fighting and brought peace to the world. 
"If you say that the person who carved these three words is not a soldier, then I find it a little strange. Who exactly could bring out such a powerful presence on the battlefield?" 
The certainty in his words caused the expressions of the people who had originally enjoyed his misfortune to change slightly. They thought, 'Could it be that Happy truly has some knowledge in calligraphy as well?'
There was simply no way for them to know that Happy had only sensed a familiar sword will from the strokes. It had a familiar presence from his previous life, so it was only natural that he wanted to clarify the feeling in his heart and voiced his thoughts. 
Even though the other denied it, Happy was fully confident that the sword wills of the two were the same. 
As expected, the speaker's expression changed. "It seems like I've underestimated you, young brother. I didn't expect that your understanding toward sword will would be so deep. You're right, before my master built Hero's Mountain Villa, he was indeed a general of the previous dynasty."
When he said those words, the few people who had mocking looks on their faces while they enjoyed Happy's misfortune went stiff, and their expressions turned very dark. When they looked at Happy, their eyes became wary. 
'Sword will, what the heck is that?'
"I thought what I sensed was wrong, but since I didn't make a wrong guess, I wonder if I will be fortunate enough to know of your master's name." When Happy saw that the other's expression had changed, his own tone also changed. "I admire heroes who can leave behind such a bold sword will. If it's not convenient for you, then it's fine if you don't."
"You'll know later." The person laughed boisterously. "Before that, tell me your name. I'll bring you into the manor and explain the detailed procedure of the martial arts tournament."
"It is our honor that you will personally lead the way, Great Swordsman Gui." Huang Rong was delighted, and she quickly said to Happy, "Great Swordsman Gui is very busy, since he is in charge of organizing this tournament. If Great Swordsman Gui will provide us with the explanations, it will save us a lot of trouble."
"My name is Happy."
"I see, you're Young Swordsman Happy, the one responsible of saving the six great sects." The eyes of Great Swordsman Gui lit up, and he said in great surprise, "It's no wonder then why you have such a deep understanding toward sword wills. Perhaps your understanding will not lose to that of the other young hero who entered Hero's Mountain Villa earlier."
Happy said nothing, but when he heard Great Swordsman Gui's words, a thought appeared in his head. "Did that person have a black sword with him?"
He suspected that One Emperor had already entered Hero's Mountain Villa. 
"I don't know about that. But that person is very young and cold. He is like an unsheathed sword. Even I felt a little bit of pressure when I faced him."
Great Swordsman Gui's words shocked the others, and they looked at each other at a loss. 
Even though they did not know Great Swordsman Gui's specific qi realm, but based on Huang Rong and the other people's attitude, Great Swordsman Gui, who was not well-known, was someone who kept a low profile. With that being the case, it was only natural that he would be in Inaction Realm. 
Just how great was that player if he could make an Inaction Realm martial artist feel pressure?
"There's someone so powerful here?"
"Who is it?"
"I don't know…"
The group discussed fervently among itself. 
Only Happy was certain that the person who occupied Great Swordsman Gui's mind was One Emperor. 
He scowled, and a rather solemn expression appeared on his face for a brief moment. 
Only around three months had passed since Happy had made a promise with One Emperor. He had not obtained Nine Yang Divine Skill as of then, and he had only understood three moves of Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm. It was unfortunate that he would have to fight against One Emperor ahead of their agreed time. 
As expected, the things in the world always changed and preconceived plans fell behind the changes. 
But Happy was no longer as nervous as he was when he first met One Emperor. The improvement of his Ten True Dragon Styles allowed him some confidence when he'll have to face One Emperor head-on!
Since it had come, he might as well enjoy the ride!
Great Swordsman Gui had been paying attention to Happy's reaction all that while, and when he saw how he reacted, he nodded. 
"I look forward to the moment you face that person. It will surely be the most intense fight among the younger generation, and it will be so exciting that it might not lose to the fight among the elites."
"Great Swordsman Gui, you praise me too much."
Happy schooled his expression, and soon, it returned to normal. 
At that moment, their examination had long since ended. When the conversation between Happy and Great Swordsman Gui was over as well, Great Swordsman Gui gave the order to open the city gate, lift up the suspension bridge, and led the group into Hero's Mountain Villa.
The inside and outside the villa were two completely different worlds. 
The area outside the villa was as quiet as paradise on earth, but the area inside the villa bustled with activity. The streets were very wide, and countless elites with extraordinary presences gathered around various stages while cheering!
Boom!
Right when they walked into the villa that looked like a fort, they felt a surging hot wave crash into their faces, and the clear sounds of weapons clashing against each other rose nonstop. 
The group was stunned on the spot. 
Then, they swept their gazes over the area, and the shock in their eyes became even stronger!
That included Happy, who was stunned by the sight in front of him for so long that he could not say anything for a long time. 
He had thought that the martial arts tournament would be organized in a large and wide space, which was why he was shocked to see that it would be held in a noisy and chaotic fort. There were arenas set up everywhere, and martial artists as well as players mingled together to look for fights. Shouts and sounds of fighting rose and fell in every direction. 
"Are we… really organizing the martial arts tournament here?" 
The group was dumbfounded. 


When he returned to the World of Martial Arts, the game was filled with blood and battles! Chen Kaixin had chased after the footsteps of the one emperor, two empresses, three princes, seven dukes, and thirteen aces for three years, but during the eve of the Sword Among Us tournament in Mount Hua, he was ambushed by evil bastards, and was killed so much that his level dropped to that of a newbie. He completely lost the chance to join the ranks of the powerful players in the game! In great disappointment, Kaixin quit the game and got drunk so that he could forget his sadness, but during that stormy night, Chen Kaixin found that he had actually dreamed for a total of three years, because when he woke up again, he woke up to three years ago, when he was still a student. 

The appearance of Tang Yan immediately aroused cheers from the audience. 
The Zhejiang Province was a major swimming province, and Yanxing City was also passionate about swimming. The atmosphere was natural. Although it was only the first day of the championship, the venue was already full.
Tang Yan, as one of the most popular sports stars in China at the moment, naturally detonated the audience as soon as he stepped out.
But among the cheers were coaxing whistles and hints of jeers. It seemed the news reports were having an influence. 
Tang Yan moved towards the fifth lane to prepare for the race. 
The commentators on the sidelines followed up seeing Tang Yan walk out. 
"Because of Tang Yan's appearance, this preliminary match will be unprecedentedly hot!" The main commentator said with emotion. 
"Yeah, Tang Yan shined at the World Championships in Shanghai last year, but this time he has chosen to sign up for all four swimming styles. This decision alone has left everyone excited." The guest commentator added. 
"This is a bold attempt. If he succeeds, he will bring Chinese swimming to a new frontier, an absolutely epoch-making change! Abroad he's already being compared to the likes of Phelps and Lochte. He's carving out a lane for himself." The main commentator continued, his eyes full of expectation.
"Yeah it's just…." The guest commentator interjected hesitantly.
"Well there's no avoiding it….the rumors about Tang Yan have been overwhelming online. Some talk about drunk driving, some talk about prostitutes. There's a plethora of rumors floating about but that's always been the way of the media and tabloids. However there's no denying Tang Yan entered the police station without a doubt." The guest commentator said regretfully. 
"And Tang Yan and his team haven't expressed their position, so far they've been silent"
"Cough! Well all that can wait till the race is over. I just hope he won't lose his legs in this race." The main commentator interrupted diverting the conversation. 
As the commentators talked, Tang Yan and the other swimmers had already boarded the start platforms. 
Almost everyone at the scene looked to platform five.
In fact, at this time, not only the commentators, but most of the audience at the scene were curious, what was the reason Tang Yan had gone to the police station last night. 
There was doubt in the air, and a portion of this doubt was related to what Tang Yan's immediate performance would be like. If he was drunk last night, even if he had slept it off, it would still affect his performance. 
Tang Yan stretched his arm then bowed down. 
"On your marks!" 
"Get set!..."
Buzz!
With the sound of the electronic buzzer, all the swimmers dove into the water.
Lin Zhiyu was a newcomer to the Hu Jian Provincial Swimming Team. As one of the new generation of swimmers at Hu Jian, his goal was very simple, that is, to put on a blockbuster performance this championship.
Compared with the other three swimming strokes, the breaststroke was where the biggest difference lied between China and the top level countries. Which meant that breaststroke was his best chance at achieving results. 
In order to achieve his goal, the first step was to win his group.
Luckily for him the domestic breaststroke champion, Li Xiang, wasn't in the same group as him. But Tang Yan was and he knew he was gonna be a challenge.
But the difference between freestyle and breaststroke was quite substantial and now with the scandal and rumors of Tang Yan being debauch. He was beginning to feel confident of his chances, this could be his big break. 
Entering the water, he had standard movements and perfect rhythm. 
But after the first ten metres, he found himself in 2nd place.
And the man who led him was none other than Tang Yan, who was caught in a scandal!
Lin Zhiyu's surprise was to the crowd's exhilaration.
Although overnight, negative rumors about Tang Yan flooded their eyes, it was undeniable that most still held small glimmers of hope and expectations in their hearts, that just maybe Tang Yan could really create a miracle across all the swimming strokes. 
After all, if anyone could do it, it would be Tang Yan. He had created countless miracles for them! 
Now, seeing him doing the breaststroke, it was like watching a dream slowly transform into reality.
"Tang Yan's taxiing distance is further than everyone else, my God, his kick distance is ridiculous!" The main commentator could not help but exclaim.
In the stands the audience stood up and cheered.
Tang Yan not only had elegant movements, but also a long kick distance. What was even more frightening was his kick frequency.
Only the Gods knew how he did it!
In the time it took for others to go through one breaststroke cycle, he had almost completed it 1.5 times! 
"China's breaststroke has been saved!" The main commentator said emotional.
China had come out with a new batch of talents for freestyle and backstroke and even the butterfly stroke was on the rise, only the breaststroke was at a backward level.
Now Tang Yan had filled that gap!
The race in the pool continued, the distance between Tang Yan and the other swimmers kept increasing, by the 50-meter turn, he led second place Lin Zhiyu by close to a full metre!
"Under 29 seconds! Tang Yan's completion of 50 meters is top level!"
"He's going into the 50 meter turn right now, he just needs to pull off a clean turn!" The commentary guest said excited and nervous.
Breaststroke required that you had to touch the wall with both hands when making a turn.
But it seemed that his worry was superfluous.
In the past six months of training, Tang Yan had fully integrated the powers of Zhang Shun into the four swimming strokes.
"Perfect! Tang Yan is still Tang Yan!" 
"It's really hard to imagine, this is the first time Tang Yan is competing using the breaststroke!"
"Actually, this isn't his first time. I remember last year Tang Yan participated in a 4X100m medley relay race on behalf of the Zhejiang Province replacing an injured teammate."
"No wonder! No wonder Tang Yan would have such confidence, even going out the night before..." The guest commentator began.
"Cough." The main commentator gave off a timely cough and diverted the conversation.
Tang Yan's lead was closing in on two metres. 
According to his usual habit, he would normally slow down at this point, to reserve his energy for his other races to come but maybe it was because he was uncomfortable seeing those reports before the game but he didn't slow down. He continued to push ahead for a 2 metre lead. 
The moment he touched the wall, the whole scene boiled.
The swimmers times were quickly shown on the jumbo screen.
The first lane, 1 minute 05 seconds 21.
The second lane, 1 minute 03 seconds 56.
The third lane, 1 minute 04 seconds 99.
The fourth lane, 1 minute 02 seconds 78.
Fifth lane, 59 seconds 03!
The moment they saw the results, the scene was again in an uproar.
Under a minute! 
Tang Yan's time broke the national record of 1 minute, 0 seconds 73 held by Xie Zhi, and it had been improved on by more than a second!
Tang Yan's excellent performance, outshone the rest of his group making them look weak but in truth Lin Zhiyu in the 4th lane, with a time of 1 minute 02 seconds 78 was already among the top level in China. 
Many senior audience members were in tears with excitement at this time. The last time they had seen such a performance was in Mu Xiangxiong's era. Even Zeng Qiliang winning silver at the World Championships had been 13 years ago.
"We're back!" a middle-aged uncle in the crowd shouted excitedly.
Seeing the results, Tang Yan's mood improved considerably. Although it wasn't his best, it was enough to make a statement.
"Tang Yan! Tang Yan!" The familiar chants came again from the scene.
After Tang Yan went ashore, he waved to the audience and began heading for the passageway, trying to head out before reporters could get to him.


Tang Yan dies pathetically after falling off a cliff.

Only to wake up returned to the past, except this time with a system in hand. Which allows him to possess the abilities of historical figures.

Li Guang: So you want to shoot arrows. Come, watch I can shoot a willow leaf at one hundred paces. 

Xiang Yu: So you want to lift weights? Easy, look at me doing it with one hand! What use is two? 

Bruce Lee: So you want to learn martial arts. Easy, you see those thugs over there. Watch and learn. 

Zhang Shun: Butterfly? Backstroke? Breaststroke? Freestyle? Easy watch and learn...

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