this is just a book im reading and need the audio function! so dont waste time here im already in chapte 55 or something

CLANG! BOOOM! 

"I-it's high ranked beast!" The people who met pink panther, fire colibri and golden eagle were all afraid of them. They were only master stage! These beasts were all semi-saint stage! One stage higher that them! 

Even though those people each of them owned a spiritual beast, they only had low level or middle ranked beast! The moment they summoned their beast, all the beasts faint on spot.

WHY? Because Chen secretly released his aura making those low level beasts fainted immediately. 

Around 20 master stage could only surrounded the three high ranked beasts by themself without the assistance of their contracted beast.

But sadly... in just a minute, 15 people were eliminated.

Of course the people who met pink panther, fire colibri and golden eagle were actually quite lucky. Why? Because they didn't met divine beast! 

"This one is divine beast!!" Another group of unlucky master stage without the support of their contracted beast, screamed before they died in the hand of the divine beast. 

There were 15 divine beasts in total at the battlefield and each of them could handle 30 master stage people in one go! 

The situation in the battlefield were chaotic. For some reason all the contracted beast from Pei Zou Yu side were taken down and they weren't willing to move even for an inch.

On Chen side however, their beasts were perfectly fine! The three high ranked beasts on Chen side took turn to rest and fight while the 15 divine beasts fight non-stop. Every time they launched a skill, around 10 people would instantly die! 

As for people with strength below master stage which were the Pei family disciple....don't even mentioned that. Most of them were all dead the moment the divine beasts released their pressure. 

The number of these disciple were around 50 people at first and half of them died the moment the battle started.

Pei Zou Yu really didn't expect his enemy to brought so many divine beasts and high ranked beast to the battle! They were in a dangerous position in this battle.

Pei Zou Yu knew how grave the situation on their side was so he reluctantky made all people under master stage to retreat and that reduced their overall number to around 100.

Of course these 100 people were all master stage but in just 5 minutes half of them were eliminated by the 15 divine beasts.

The smell of blood began to spread and thicken with people fell down one by one. But this was still not the worst.

"Gyah!! A sacred beast!" Another group of super duper unlucky people who encountered Jiu Wei and Di Yu, couldn't even continue his scream before he died.

Even though some of these people such as Pei Zou Yu had high ranked beast, the moment they met the divine beast army all of them were frozen still and fainted.

Normally this strange incident won't happen no matter how strong their enemy was but because of Chen intervention, all the beasts on Pei Zou Yu side weren't able to fight at all even though they weren't dead.

Now to make it worst, Jiu Wei and Di Yu joining the battle making the number of people on Pei Zou Yu side was once again reduced to only 25! 

The battle had just went for 15 minutes but their number from 200 people were reduced to 25!!! 

The sound of sword clashing and explosion sounded throughout the field were super loud and noisy but these noises strangely didn't even make Li Shi Ying woke up. 

Of course all of it was because of a certain dragon who used his technique to blocked all noises and smell around Li Shi Ying place.

This world...was truly a ruthless one. When someone had power they would stay still and watch the 'show' just like Long Ao Zhen did now but when someone was weak or weaker than their enemy...they would be the one playing the bloody 'show'.

"Elders! We have to take action now!" Pei Zou Yu was forced to reveal his trump card now or never. 7 semi-saint stage elders with 2 of them were only one step away to became saint stage were Pei Zou Yu trump card.

The 7 elders had now entered the battlefield. The three high ranked beasts had wound everywhere so Chen ordered them to retreat. 5 divine beasts were also wounded so for the sake of not making his bunny worried for them, Chen made them went back to contracted space.

Chen move leaving behind only 10 divine beasts and 2 sacred beasts at the battlefield. 

"Attack!" Pei Zou Yu commanded the 25 people to surrounded the 10 divine beasts. Each of the divine beasts were surrounded by 2 or 3 master stage people. 

25 people not included with the 7 elders all attacked the divine beasts whereas the elders were about to face death or life battle with the 2 sacred beasts!

COMPLETED SERIES

I'll find you even if we are worlds apart -Long Ao Zhen 

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Transmigrated into a trash body of general's daughter as female lead? Peh! Too mainstream! Transmigrated to be a villainess? Common! What about transmigrating and ending up as cannon fodder? Have read it before! 

From that many options to transmigrate how could she, Li Shi Ying a very ordinary English department college student, suddenly wake up in the crippled body of the female lead's ex-maidservant?! Heaven, this is too unfair! 

In this world where only the strong are respected, she can't cultivate? No problem! Dozens of high-rank spiritual beasts fight over protecting her! 

Beast Tamers are rare? Hmph! The beast language is her hometown language! 

Can't be an alchemist or array master? Who cares? She could just become a translator! Without a translator, all those rare jobs wouldn't even exist! 

Watch how she rules over the world without having a single bit of cultivation energy in her body! 

But, can someone please tell her how she suddenly became the Dragon Prince's wife? Momma, she wanna cry!!! 

This is a perfect story for those who are bored with the usual cultivation novel. 

Warning: Smut scene in chapters 7-9!! If you don't want to read it, just skip those chapters. 

If you like to read perfect grammar then this book might not be your cup of tea, but I'm still learning. So, it will become better in later chapters. 

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Dans les ruines de Visontis, au centre du continent Coelum, deux prêtres-guerriers aidaient le grand pontife Aurum à escalader la pente escarpée qui menait au temple du soleil — la plus ancienne basilique du continent. Creusé à même la falaise qui entourait et surplombait l'ensemble de la cité, le chemin avait perdu la grandeur ancienne qui l'avait caractérisée. Chaque dalle présentait des fissures où des mauvaises herbes poussaient et les chandeliers gravés n'étaient plus que des gravas sur le sol.  

 Malgré la vieillesse, le prélat continuait d'exercer sa charge sacrée dans la dignité. Bien qu'aveugle, il tourna la tête vers l'ancienne capitale. Les souvenirs des lieux restaient vifs dans sa mémoire. Nul bâtiment ne pouvait être comparé à ce qu'ils avaient été jadis. De nombreuses légions avaient ravagé le palais de l'ombre immaculée, le joyau de la ville, alors qu'elles avaient promis de le protéger pour l'éternité.  Après la mort des enchanteurs, la magie contenue dans la tour de l'ordre s'était libérée et avait emporté dans le néant le huitième de la ville. A travers de nombreux raids, les voleurs, les bandits et les maraudeurs avaient pillé l'or et l'argent qui avaient servi de parure au sénat. Et même les temples protégés par le clergé avaient subi de nombreuses attaques. La trahison du triumvirat avait transformé toutes ces grandeurs en décombre et brisé l'empire huludien en plusieurs royaumes.  

Arrivé à un élargissement, une nouvelle crise se déclencha et le souverain suprême de l'église cracha du sang. Une heure plus tôt, son médecin l'avait informé de l'approche imminente de la mort. Comme il s'y était résolu depuis des années, cette annonce ne l'avait pas bouleversé. En l'honneur de son dieu, Korris, le monarque solaire et le seigneur de la guerre, il avait décidé d'officier une dernière fois.  

Leur ascension avait aggravé l'état du pontife. Sa toux n'avait pas cessé de croître et maintenant ses veines se marbraient d'un noir intense. 

— Arrêtez-vous, ordonna-t-il d'une voix saccadée par sa respiration laborieuse. Ma fin est proche et cet endroit sera le lieu de mon passage. Je n'atteindrai pas notre destination. Aidez-moi à me préparer pour la cérémonie. 

Sans une parole, ses suivants s'exécutèrent, l'allongèrent et allumèrent différents encens autour de lui. A travers leur geste, Aurum capta leur tristesse et leur nervosité. 

— Vous connaissez ma dernière volonté, reprit-il d'une voix plus faible. Apportez mon médaillon à la nouvelle basilique et que notre dieu choisisse mon successeur. Mon temps est révolu. 

Les deux prêtres acquiescèrent, s'agenouillèrent à son côté et commencèrent la prière sacrée. 

Aurum inspira et expira. Il connaissait le rite de passage depuis son noviciat et l'avait prodigué pendant des années mais le recevoir lui donnait une nouvelle sensation, un étrange mélange composé de peur et d'accomplissement. A travers les différents exercices méditatifs du culte, il se prépara à quitter son enveloppe mortelle. Bientôt son jugement aurait lieu et il ignorait si ses actes avaient eu assez de valeur pour qu'il échappât au cycle des réincarnations.  

Il porta la main au niveau de son médaillon, l'emblème de sa charge. Composé d'or et d'obsidienne, il possédait la forme d'un colibri — la représentation de son dieu. A son toucher, une vision et une voix tonitruante s'imposèrent à son esprit. Dans un balbutiement, il la répéta. 

— Autrefois pur, le sang du dragon s'est dilué. L'enfant inhumain d'un être contrefait est sur le point de naître. Son pouvoir sera renforcé par le sang de son père trois fois maudit. S'il n'est pas guidé, les fils du destin pourront être coupés et le chaos libéré de ses chaînes. Prenez garde à la venue du magicien insatiable ! 

Les prêtre-guerriers sortirent de leur méditation et s'empressèrent de se tenir à son chevet. Son aura royale avait disparu et son visage rayonnait d'une sérénité qu'ils n'avaient jamais vue. Sans le vérifier, ils savaient que la vie l'avait quitté.  

— Accomplissons notre devoir ! dit l'un d'eux en ramassant le médaillon. 

Quelques minutes plus tard, à plusieurs milliers de kilomètres à l'est, dans la ville de Créonia, la prophétie prenait forme. 

Assisse sur la chaise d'accouchement, Fausta vivait la venue de son premier enfant. Malgré la fatigue, elle demeurait d'une grande beauté. Ses cheveux auburn lumineux intensifiaient la profondeur de ses yeux noirs et la finesse de son visage.  

Lorsqu'elle avait ressenti les signes avant-coureurs de la naissance, elle avait choisi de rejoindre sa résidence secondaire, plus près de la civilisation que son domaine. 

Autour d'elle, de nombreux meubles ornaient sa chambre : il s'y trouvait un lit à dais, plusieurs coffres et armoires ainsi qu'un grand dressoir recouvert de multiples bijoux et flacons de parfums. De somptueux rideaux de soie pendaient aux fenêtres composées de multiples carreaux de verre transparent. Un feu vigoureux flambait dans la cheminée. Ses servantes agitées travaillaient sous les ordres de la vieille sage-femme qui l'assistait pour la naissance. 

Une nouvelle contraction arriva, plus forte que les précédentes. La terreur la gagna. Et si tout se passe mal ? se demanda-t-elle. Elle ne désirait pas une répétition de sa tragédie familiale avec la mort de son enfant à venir. Elle se remémora subitement les paroles de son mari :  

— Tu ne succomberas pas à la peur, car en elle réside le danger suprême. Elle pourra te détruire bien plus facilement que tout autre chose. Accepte-la et laisse-la passer. Ainsi, elle perdra sa consistance et se dispersera en fumée.  

Elle se concentra sur sa respiration et vit toutes les sensations et les sentiments qui s'emparèrent de son être. D'autres peurs survinrent mais, cette fois-ci, elle les accueillit sans les craindre. Focalisé sur sa poussé, la notion de temps disparut et la délivrance du bébé se déroula sans soucis. 

Lorsque le nouveau-né sortit, la sage-femme le saisit et coupa le cordon ombilical.  

Afin de vérifier son état, la maïeuticienne l'étudia de toute part. C'était un garçon à la peau lisse et rosée. Ses cheveux, presque identiques à ceux de sa mère se différenciaient par des pointes améthyste. Ses pupilles verticales lui rappelèrent celles d'un serpent. Bien plus étonnant encore, elles oscillaient entre le rouge vif et le bleu profond. Ses iris croisèrent les siens et elle y lut une intelligence supérieure à celle d'un nourrisson du même âge. Surprise, un couinement s'échappa de sa bouche.  

— Puis-je avoir mon enfant ? demanda la mère d'une voix faible.  

D'un geste nerveux, l'accoucheuse le lui donna. Influencée par son instinct maternel, Fausta l'étreignit et un mince sourire apparut sur ses lèvres. De nouveau, elle possédait une famille. Comme s'il savait qu'elle était sa génitrice, le bébé l'imita.  

Quelques minutes plus tard, Créon et Valentinus entrèrent en trombe. Ils avaient suivi les coutumes et avaient prié au temple de Sebi pendant toute la durée de l'accouchement. 

Fausta se reposait sur un grand lit apprêté pour l'occasion, son fils dans ses bras. Elle observa les deux jumeaux — des images parfaites excepté au niveau des yeux. Elle s'attarda sur l'ainé, Créon, son mari. Elle s'était habituée à ses iris et pupilles blanches parsemées de veines noires — le stigmate d'une de ses nombreuses aventures. Ses longs cheveux blonds bouclés aux couleurs des champs de blé cascadaient sur ses épaules recouvertes d'une longue toge bleue. Son visage marmoréen ne dégageait aucune émotion mais au fond de ses yeux, elle put y déceler une inquiétude qu'elle n'avait jamais vue chez lui auparavant.  Une douce chaleur réconforta son cœur. 

Avant la chute de l'empire, leur père, Albus Kanoran, avait administré la ville de Natalium et la province du même nom. Après la scission, le peuple de l'ancien gouverneur avait reconnu Valentinus comme souverain et l'avait proclamé roi d'un nouveau royaume, celui d'Anacréonia. Créon, ancien détenteur du titre d'enchanteur impérial, continuait d'étudier les mystères de la magie.  

Le roi s'avança jusqu'au pied du lit et d'une voix cérémonieuse récita la réplique traditionnelle : 

— Depuis le début du monde, les dieux ont accordé leur bénédiction à toute famille unie. Afin que cette protection continue jusqu'à la fin des temps, que le frère donne au frère son enfant gracieusement céder par la mère et qu'ils soient liés dans les tourments et la prospérité.  

Fausta dévisagea son fils. Ses joues potelées lui donnèrent envie de le garder dans ses bras mais le devoir domina la tentation. D'un geste tremblant et en silence, elle le donna à son beau-frère. 

D'un pas assuré, Valentinus retourna à côté de son jumeau. 

— Mon frère, je te présente ton fils, reprit-il de la même voix. Que le bonheur l'accompagne tout au long de sa vie et que sa destinée soit exceptionnelle.  

Indifférent à la tirade, Créon l'arracha des bras de Valentinus puis il l'étudia. Ses yeux reflétaient la puissance d'Hulud qui coulait dans ses veines. Devant une telle anormalité, l'angoisse de le perdre s'empara de lui. Il canalisa sa magie et matérialisa le miroir du destin. Ce sort interdit par l'ordre des enchanteurs permettait d'entrapercevoir des brides de l'avenir. Quelques larmes coulèrent de ses yeux lorsque les connaissances réservées aux dieux se déversèrent en lui. Après quelques secondes de léthargie, une grande faiblesse se répandit dans les membres de Créon et il faillit lâcher son enfant. Il dissipa aussitôt sa construction éthérique et focalisa son attention sur le nouveau-né. Il n'avait rien. Rassuré, il le souleva au-dessus de sa tête.  

— Selon le nom perdu du savoir et de la connaissance, je te baptise Ysk Kanoran. 

Après un court instant d'hésitation, il rajouta.  

— Que les dieux t'apportent leur bénédiction et une vie pleine de bonheur.  

Ces paroles terminèrent la cérémonie traditionnelle et lui rendirent sa liberté d'agir.  

Créon regarda l'icône de Korris sur le mur et hésita. Même s'il ne craignait pas la malédiction des dieux, il avait peur pour tous ceux qu'il aimait. Quelques secondes plus tard, après avoir jaugé les différentes options, il prit sa décision. Il dégaina son couteau et s'ouvrit la veine du poignet. Un sang écarlate s'en échappa.  

— Mon fils, bois cette puissance insondable et reçois ma propre bénédiction, celle que les dieux ne pourront t'apporter. Que se réveille en toi le pouvoir endormi d'Hulud et que se libère cette hérédité cachée.  

Afin qu'aucune goutte ne soit gaspillée, Créon enfonça sa blessure dans la bouche du nouveau-né. Ysk réticent cria, pleura et se débattit. Indifférent, son père le força à continuer. Le bébé se calma et il commença à apprécier cette substance au goût si riche. Quelques secondes plus tard les pupilles de son fils s'illuminèrent et Créon estima qu'il en avait assez bu.  Il ressortit son poignet et puisa dans son pouvoir intérieur pour guérir sa blessure.  

Mécontent de ne plus recevoir de sang, Ysk recommença à brailler. 

— Je ne dois pas être fait pour m'occuper des enfants, observa-t-il.  

Créon marcha jusqu'au lit de sa femme et s'y assit.  

— Repose-toi, mon amour, lui murmura-t-il. J'ai accompli mon devoir. Son avenir ne dépendra plus que de lui.  

Il lui rendit leur enfant et ils s'étreignirent.

[Novel in french] \/ [Novel en français]

Sur le continent Coelum, les vents de la guerre continuent de souffler après la chute de l'empire huludien. 

Aux portes de la mort, le pontife Aurum annonce à travers une terrible prophétie la naissance d'un magicien qui possédera le pouvoir de détruire le monde. 

Ysk, l'enfant annoncé, recevra un pouvoir immense par son père ainsi qu'une terrible malédiction qui le marqueront toute son existence.

Hans was wrong; this auction would not sell according to the genres, but that each section had been additionally divided, into hundreds of smaller sections!

With this, the information that Li Du had memorized yesterday lost its use. He hurriedly rushed around the unit, hoping to remember the new sections for the valuable books they had recorded yesterday.

Entering the second storage unit, he briskly walked around, and then returned to one of the stacks of books, puzzled.

Hans asked, "What’s up?"

Li Du said, "This stack of books; it wasn’t here yesterday."

The stack that caught his attention was relatively small. It was cordoned off by plastic poles, so it stood out from the other sections. There were also other similar stacks around. These stacks were all relatively fewer in books, and protected by poles.


Hans glanced and said, "These are all old books. Perhaps the bookstore was being cautious of people damaging them if they took them out early, so they only took them out now."

The new books didn’t seem to have much value. Li Du looked at the stacks of old books and decided to let the bug out to try to see if he could score a hit.

When the bug came out, it made a round in the air and then flew toward the stacks.

Li Du controlled it to prevent it from absorbing the time energy. He paid attention to which stack it went to, and recorded its traveling path.

He thought the bug would be interested in these old books, but besides the initial burst of energy when flying toward the first stack, the bug didn’t search around anymore.

Apparently, besides this particular stack, the other books didn’t have much time energy. These old books had an even lower value than new books.

An hour later, the auction was about to begin. Someone shouted in a loudspeaker, "Everyone, please leave the storage room. Everyone, please leave the storage room. Remember the details of the location of books that you want to auction for, and please go outside so that we can begin the bidding!"

Hans, his eyebrows creased, said, "This auction will be different from the past ones."
Previously, the people stood beside storage units the auction proceeded.

Li Du could understand. With the sheer number of books being auctioned, as well as the number of attendees, the bookstore clearly wanted to sell off as many books as possible.

According to the sequence, the first section to be auctioned was the self-improvement genre.

A total of 20,000 to 30,000 books were separated into 20 different sections, with each section having about a thousand books or so. The auctioneer spoke quickly, so the auction proceeded quickly as well.

"Self-improvement, section A—the starting bid is 1,000, 1,000, 1,000 dollars. Whoever wants it, quickly raise your hand up so I can see you….

"Alright fella, 1,000 for you then. Next up will be 1,100, anyone for 1,100…

"That guy went straight to 1,500, 1,500, 1,500—anyone want to go higher? Alright, no one is going for it, so these books belong to you, kiddo!"

One thousand five hundred dollars for a thousand new books; it was quite a good deal. Li Du mentally calculated for a moment, and then asked, "Say, how about we take all the books and set up a bookstore ourselves?"

"Are you trying to burn your money away?" Hans asked. "If these bookstores could still stay in business, why would they declare bankrupt?"

Li Du shrugged. Hans was right; he seemed to have put too little thought in before proposing the idea.

They didn’t have much interest in the self-improvement section, and thus didn’t participate in the bidding. They just stood at the side to watch how things played out.

The book auction was proceeding much faster than regular storage auctions. Two auctioneers took turns on stage. The words came out of their mouth faster than a machine gun’s rate of fire. If one hesitated for a moment, a section of books would be sold off.

The auctioneers here didn’t bother to give anyone time to think. They called thrice for the current offer, and if no one responded in three to four seconds, it would be a deal.

About ten minutes later, the auction for the novel genre was about to start. Li Du gave a pat on Hans’s shoulder and said, "Let’s go, soldier!"

"Novels, section A, consisting of 1,000 books. The starting bid is 2,000 dollars—2,000, 2,000, anyone willing to take it?" the auctioneer asked speedily.

Hans immediately raised his hand. "Two thousand five hundred!"

The auctioneer pointed at him and said, "This fella is going for 2,500, anyone willing to go for 2,600?"

"Me!" a white lady nodded and said.

Hans retracted his hands and left. The limit they had set for this stack was 2,500 dollars.

"Novels, section B, consisting of 1,100 books; the starting bid is 2,000, anyone…

"...Novels, section C, consisting of 1,080 books; the starting bid is 2,000, anyone…

"…Novels, section E, consisting of 980 books; the starting bid is 2,000, anyone willing to take it?"

Hans once again offered, and said with a nod, "Let’s make it 3,000 dollars!"

As the auction continued, the bidding began to heat up. Many people were on the scene, making a mess of noise. There were many times where multiple offers of the same price were called.

To save time, Hans had always called his final price on his first call.

His final price this time was relatively high;, the other treasure hunters that were interested shook their heads and gave up.

The auctioneer pointed at Hans and said, "3,000 dollars, and I’ve hit the hammer. These books belong to you, buddy!"

In the novels section, in accordance with Li Du’s request, Hans bought a total of four stacks, spending exactly 10,000 dollars for 3,800 books.

The other genres, such as finance, education, technology and lifestyle, they didn’t bid on, and just watched the scene of hundreds of people competing.

The competition was the most heated for novels because the most valuable books were the ones that were signed. Normally, authors for novels were the most renowned, so their signed books were the most valuable.

In reality, there were other kinds of books that were more valuable, such as biographies. The biographies for sports stars or pop stars especially—if those had their personal signature, those books would increase in value a hundredfold.

However, bookstores were not stupid; when these valuable books were sold, they were placed in special events, and did not end up in places like this to be auctioned off at low prices.

After the lifestyle genre, it was now time for the old books to be auctioned. Most of the treasure hunters were disinterested in old books; everyone knew that there was no treasure amongst them.

The history of America wasn’t very long, so they didn’t have ancient scripts like those in China. When the country was established, it was around the time when civilization had entered the era of printing machines.

In this situation, really expensive, old books would be rare. Bookstores would not even usually have them, so it was unlikely any would appear in this auction.

The auctioneers started, and the first stack was treated coldly. The price dropped to about 100 dollars, but still, no one wanted it. 

When it came to the second stack of old books, many people remained disinterested. It was sold at its starting bid of 1,000 dollars.

Seeing such, Li Du and Hans stayed low. When it came to the fifth stack, they didn’t make any offers, but instead waited for it the price to drop.

As no one was interested in this stack, when the auctioneer was about to go to the next one, Hans raised his hand and said, "100 dollars. I’ll take it!"

Seeing this, some treasure hunters who knew about the capabilities of Hans and Li Du wanted to make a call, but the auctioneer didn’t give them a chance. Straight away, he nodded and said, "Alright, 100, these books belong to you, buddy!"

Some of the treasure hunters grumbled their disappointment. 

"I wanted to bid for it."

"What’s in that stack?"

"D*mmit, I have a premonition: these two b*stards are going to strike gold again!"

Hans secretly raised an eyebrow at Li Du, and revealed a proud smile.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 



They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 


Pi was fond of reading Chinese books. At first, it was not very used to them. But the Chinese language had a magical power, in which each word was formed by special rules, and each word's form had a special meaning. This was fascinating to Pi. Take the word "mountain" (山) for example, by looking at this character, the peaks of the mountain seemed visible. 
It followed Zhang Zian's suggestions to sit straight in front of the computer and type for a while, then sit on the window sill to look into the distance and observe the busy pedestrians. After a few minutes, as the eyes were adjusted and relaxed, it sat in the basket hammock chair and read books on the tablet, then repeated the cycle. Pi enjoyed the routine.　　
Maybe Pi was already used to searching for information in the complex records of the nameless book. It was able to read extremely fast and not only was it able to understand everything, it was able to remember them. Each time Zhang Zian came upstairs to check on it, he found it reading a different book.　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi typed its explanation: "I've read the English versions of these books. That's why I read fast."　　
Zhang Zian nodded in acknowledgment.　
The books that he transferred into the tablet for it were the electronic versions of the old and contemporary classics, most of which had been translated into English and introduced to western readers. It was normal that Pi had read them before.　　
Pi enjoyed any type of books. Novels, traveling journals, essays, poetry, science, biography...it enjoyed all of them. To satisfy his growing appetite for books, Zhang Zian retrieved the books he read in his childhood from the storage room, and borrowed some more from Wang Qian and Li Kun. He stacked the books next to the basket hammock chair so that it could access them any time.　　
Pi was gentle with the paper books. It handled them with care, and was careful when flipping the pages, yet these didn't slow down the reading.　
Soon, Pi finished reading all the paper books in Zhang Zian's house and those he borrowed elsewhere.　　
Apart from the daily business of the pet shop, Zhang Zian had an additional task of browsing the online shopping website for discounted books. He would buy some every time there was a promotion.　　

"Master, this is heavy! You are receiving a lot of couriers lately."　
Wang Qian and Li Kun walked into the shop with two heavy boxes, and placed them next to Zhang Zian's reclining chair.　
"Yes. I bought some books."　　
Zhang Zian removed the packaging with a knife. It was book series and journals. The journals were from last year, so the price was good. Pi was not picky about the publication dates anyway.　　
Wang Qian and Li Kun looked at the Abyssinian cat breeding book next to Zhang Zian, and asked in confusion, "Master, you've been buying so many books, but we've never seen you reading them..."　　
Zhang Zian rolled his eyes at them. "Do I have to let you see me reading? Can't I buy books for other use? Cut the crap. Go back and prepare for your exams!"　　
He didn't tell anyone else about Pi's arrival for now, especially Wang Qian and Li Kun. These two idiots had big mouths and liked bragging everywhere.　　
"Yes, Master!" They spit the tongues and ran back to school.　
After they left, Zhang Zian carried the books and journals to the second floor.　
"Pi, new books again."　　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi jumped out of the basket hammock chair, and came up expectantly to look at the books. Before Zhang Zian had finished stacking the books, it took one of them and started reading greedily, nourishing itself with knowledge.　 
After seeing how happy it was, Zhang Zian felt both glad and troubled.　
A mound of books had risen next to the basket hammock chair. His old books, borrowed books, recently purchased books and journals were stacked into four peaks of a mountain. The tallest one was the same height as a person, and the smallest one was as high as the waist.　
Zhang Zian could not find the books as fast as Pi was reading them. The books would reach the ceiling in a few days.　　
Paper books were more expensive and less frequent in discount. Storage was also less convenient. Books and journals were consumables to Pi, and had little long-term 

storage value. After all, it owned a nameless book containing everything. Reading Chinese books was only to appreciate the beauty and depth of the language.　　
When not reading, Pi appeared lonely, bored and melancholic. It knew that it could not go downstairs and show up in front of other people, which might bring trouble to Zhang Zian. Even if it did go downstairs, there was nothing to do and it could not communicate with the other elfins. It might as well stay upstairs to type. But typing all day became boring too. So it often sat idly on the window sill.　　
Zhang Zian was worried about Pi, and so did Old Time Tea, the traditional Chinese medicine expert. Old Time Tea said that long-term melancholy was not healthy, and Pi would fall sick if it continued this way. In modern medical terms, Old Time Tea meant depression. When someone was alone and low-spirited for a long time without interaction with the outside world, it could end up having depression.　　
Humans were social animals, and so were monkeys. Pi might be the same, who behaved like a monkey. But Zhang Zian couldn't possibly get a troop of monkeys to play with it.　　
Many studies suggested that negative mood had a negative impact on health, and may cause a variety of acute and chronic diseases, such as gastric ulcer, endocrine disorders, hair loss, etc. He did notice a lot of short yellow hairs while sweeping the floor lately.　　
Since paper books were not enough for Pi's reading appetite, after much thinking, he decided to seek help from the omnipotent internet.　
"Pi, would you like to try online novels?" He suggested to Pi.　
"Eeek?"　　
Pi was reading in the basket chair, and was distracted by his question.　
Zhang Zian explained, "Online novels are a new form of reading as the internet grew popular. They are pretty much like the e-books, except that they were created to be shared on the internet."　　
"Eeek?"　　
Pi put down its book and typed on the laptop: "Are they fun to read?"　
"Some of them are, and some are not. Online novels have a lot of genres, and are many in number. You can always find the ones you like." Zhang Zian answered honestly. In fact, he had not read many online novels. He didn't sound very confident. 　 

Leaving literary and artistic quality aside, the biggest advantage of online novels was its volume and number. Before he could find a better solution, they could at least gratify Pi's reading appetite, and chase away the melancholy and boredom.　　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi nodded and typed: "I want to try some."　　
"Good. I'm downloading online reading apps for you."　
Zhang Zian took away the tablet, downloaded multiple popular online reading apps in the App Store, registered accounts for Pi, then taught it how to search for books.　 
Pi took back the tablet happily, and dived into the ocean of online novels.　　



1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

The relationships between loved ones might not always be pure and simple. 
The elders might have given the best resources to nurture their younger generation, but it could have been an investment, one that they were expecting returns from. 
It was not to say that all family relations would be so cold-hearted, but undeniably, such situations did exist.
Shi Qing smiled reluctantly. "Qiao Nan, don't you think that you've made it sound too horrifying?" She was just told that despite being in their uniforms, some of the soldiers in the army might not strive for excellence and there were grey areas that she did not know of in the past. Now, Qiao Nan was telling her that there was such an ugly side to the relationships between relatives. Like the soldiers in the army who just learned English, Shi Qing found it difficult to adapt.
"Horrifying?" Qiao Nan was amused. "I know you like to read. Let me introduce you to this author. You only have to read all of his books to know if I have been exaggerating."
"Do you mean the books written by Lu Xun[1]?"
"Yes, that's right. You can look for them yourself." The reading articles in their syllabus were too positive. Those articles that were thought-provoking were not in their reading lists, and they had to look for it by themselves. 
Shi Qing was not someone who would procrastinate. 
Qiao Nan had mentioned it to her that evening, and the next morning, Shi Qing went to look for Shi Peng. "Dad, do you have time? Can you find someone to buy me some books?"
"Books?" Shi Peng looked at Shi Qing with interest. "What books do you want? Humanities or science? One is marked by the company one keeps. In the past, you will not even do your homework during summer break, let alone reading books. It seems to be good for you to have made such a good friend."
Actually, Shi Peng did not care if his daughter did her homework or not. He felt that what mattered was her attitude. 
His daughter was smart. Since a young age, she was quick to learn new things and she had good results. As her father, Shi Peng was worried that having a smooth-sailing life might not be a good thing for her. 
"I am interested in Lu Xun's novels and psychology books related to social relations. Get more of those for me."
"You want to read those books?"
"Yes!"
Shi Peng's palm went cold. He placed it against the warm teacup. "Did Qiao Nan recommend you to read these books?"
"She gave me suggestions." It was up to her to read or not.
Shi Peng had a serious look. "Are you sure you want to read these books?"
"Yes. Dad, I just realized that having good results does not mean everything in this world. Life is much more complicated than that." Life was unlike doing problem sums, especially science topic that only had one correct answer. It was either correct or wrong. "Dad, I want to grow up. It's time that I grow up."
"There's a price to pay for growing up."
"But you can't protect me forever."
It was for the longest time before Shi Peng answered. "Well, in the afternoon, I will get people to send the books over. There's no harm in reading more books." In the end, Shi Peng relented.
Shi Qing's eyes lit up. "Dad, thank you." Thank you for caring and protecting her all this while, but she had to grow up.
"You have indeed grown up." Shi Peng sighed. He knew that Qing Qing thanked him not only for the books but also for being protective of her.
To Shi Peng, it was simply because he wanted his daughter to have those that he did not have. He did not expect that his daughter was able to stand up for herself and did not need his protection. Perhaps this was his greatest blessing.
While Qiao Nan was working hard on her homework in the afternoon, Shi Qing dumped a stack of books onto the table that Qiao Nan was at. The pen that Qiao Nan left on the table bounced from the weight of the books. 
"Hey, did your dad get you all the books from the library?" Qiao Nan curled the corners of her lips at the large pile of books on the table. "Even if you want to read up, you should take things slowly. With this stack of books, isn't your dad worried that you may be frightened off by them?"
"That's our style. People from the Shi family give their best efforts in whatever they do. Anyway, there's still three-third of the summer break left. I have all the time to finish these books. I can definitely finish them." After she finished reading these books, the first thing she wanted to figure out was none other than her family. 
She wanted to understand why her grandpa sided with Qiu Chenxi. 
"I will cheer you on." Qiao Nan let go of the pen that had been bounced off.
Shi Qing placed a few of the books in front of Qiao Nan. "These are yours."
Qiao Nan took a quick glance. They were sociology and psychology books. "I do not plan to read these books."
"That will not do. We are good friends. We should share weals and woes." These books were theory-based and were dull and dry. She had to get someone to read it with her. It was boring to read books by herself. But it would be different if she had company.
Qiao Nan shot Shi Qing a sideways glance. "When did we become friends? I have no idea at all."
"Now you know."
"Since we must share weals and woes and seeing that I have so much homework to be done, shouldn't you help me with it?"
"Hey, you have done much more than me. When it comes to homework, I am so much behind you. If we are to share weals and woes, it's you who have to help me with it." Actually, she never did her summer break homework. She felt that it was a waste of time.
Qiao Nan felt like slapping Shi Qing. No matter what she said, Shi Qing would find ways to take advantage of her. 
Qiao Nan picked a book and flipped through a few pages. The paper quality was particularly good. Some of the books were even imported. They were as good as the books that Zhu Chengqi gave her. It would be difficult to get these books on the market. "Are you able to understand these books?"
Shi Qing scored fairly well for her English, but having good results in high school did not mean that she would be able to understand these English books. Even for her, though she only flipped through a few pages, she would need a dictionary to be able to understand the contents.
"Oh yeah, this is for you." Shi Qing pulled out a book from the stack. It was as thick as the wooden headrest in ancient times. She passed it to Qiao Nan. "Take your time to read it. It's okay if I don't understand. It is fine as long as you can understand them. By then, I can simply get you to tell me the contents of the books!"
"Oxford Dictionary?" Qiao Nan's expression darkened. Did Shi Qing intend to treat her as a translation tool? 
"That's right. It is not that easy to get this dictionary now. It is the 1995 edition. You have to make good use of it." Her father had taken this from his private collection. 
"The 1995 edition of OALD?" Qiao Nan had heard of it.
"What's OALD? I am not too sure. You can take a look at it yourself." Shi Qing did not understand anything that was beyond their English syllabus in school. As for the edition of the Oxford dictionary, she was clueless. Shi Qing was in a slight panic when Qiao Nan mentioned OALD all of a sudden.
[1] He was a leading figure of modern Chinese literature.


Qiao Nan: Crap! I am your biological daughter, yet I am treated as if I was picked up from the streets. In fact, you treat me worse than that!

Mother Qiao: Qiao Nan, you are not as pretty or smart as your elder sister. You are not as blessed as her. You have no right to study, marry, or to have your happiness!

Qiao Nan: Why am I not allowed to study, marry, or to seek my happiness? I will find a man right now and marry him!

Qiao Nan is dumbstruck upon discovering that the man right beside her is a powerful figure in the quad—the person who has the most promising prospects to be the future Chief.

Qiao Nan stares at the well-built man in front of her. He has firm abs and cold, chilling eyes. She swallows the lump in her throat as she says her greetings, "Good Morning, Chief!"

They went back and stayed there for a night and updated Sima You Lin and the others about their lives in the sect. They came back on the morning of the second day. Bei Gong Tang and the others headed to class directly while she went to ask how to get to the library. After a few twists and turns, she finally reached after walking for half an hour.
When she saw that rather worn down building, she really wanted to curse. The sect was so rich, so why couldn't they maintain the library a little better?
She entered the library and initially thought that the outside was worn down but the inside would be much better maintained. At the very least, it should be different from the collection of books she had in the general's residence.
Who would have thought that it would be exactly the same upon entering. It was worn down and yellowed with tattered books. Only the books on the higher shelves were a little better off.
Sima You Yue saw the aged marks on the books, and was rather curious about how long this library had been around for.
It could be due to the fact that everyone had gone to class, that the library was rather empty. There were only a few handfuls of students here and there.
When she entered the door, there was an old desk in the corner. There was also a worn out rocking chair behind the table. An old man rested upon that rocking char.
This should be the guard that Wu Lingyu reminded her to show some respect to? He seemed like an ordinary old man.
Just as she was appraising him, the other party opened his eyes.
"New student?"
"Yes."
"Place your name plate down and enter." The old man closed his eyes after speaking.
Sima You Yue recalled the name plate that her direct instructor had given her when she first reported, and placed it on the table before heading inside. After taking two steps in, she came back and ask, "May I ask, where the medicinal books are kept?"
The old man opened his eyes and sized her up, saying, "The area at the back of the third floor. And the area behind the fifth floor."
The bottom three levels of the library contained your average books. They were arranged based on how often one would come to use them, and thus, the medicinal books were placed at the very last position on the top floor. The fourth and fifth levels contained the more rare and uncommon books, and were arranged as such. Medicinal books were also arranged at the back of that.
"Thank you." She said as she headed to the third floor via one of the corner staircases.
After heading to the area containing the medicinal books, she carefully selected some of them. Hugging them to her, she went to the door on the first floor.
"I want to borrow these books." She placed the books on the table as she spoke.
That old man stood up slowly. When Sima You Yue saw him like this, she wondered when the chair would finally fall apart and cause him to tumble.
Thinking about this, she couldn't help but smirk.
The old man glanced at her and she immediately wiped the grin off her face. He looked over at the books she brought one by one, and took out two books from the pile, returning the rest to her.
"You can't take these two books out of the library. Apart from that, everyone can only borrow five books at a time."
So there were actually books that she couldn't take outside with her. However, she took a look at those two books, and they were taken from the very last shelf. She recalled how those shelves were of a different colour from the others. It could be that the books up there couldn't be taken out of the library.
"This is your token. Keep it well, you may leave." The old man said when he saw Sima You Yue in deep thought.
"Do I not need to place these two books back?" She asked.
"Can you find their original placement?"
"I still remember it."
"Then, go ahead."
Sima You Yue took those two books and headed upstairs. That old man's eyebrows trembled excitedly when he saw that she had found their original placements after a few turns.
The library was huge, and on their first time here, most people would get lost and wander about this place like a maze. However, she actually remembered where the books were placed after just one time. This was a huge shock to him.
Very quickly, she placed the books back and saw that the old man had laid down to rest again with his eyes closed without a care for the world. She took the books on the table, as well as her own name plate before leaving. When she walked out of the library, she still turned around and glanced at the old man. She didn't feel that there was anything special about him, so why did Wu Lingyu specially remind her of this?
When she came back, she looked for Wu Lingyu and asked him. Wu Lingyu said faintly, "When did I saw that he was a weird old man or anything like that?"
"Didn't you tell me to treat him with a bit more respect? Isn't it because he has a bad temper or anything like that?" She asked with wide eyes.
Wu Lingyu saw the way she was acting and could not help to rap her on the forehead, saying, "I asked you to treat him with respect because his influence is rather high. He has been here longer than others, so he is worthy of respect."
Sima You Yue was speechless. It turned out that she had misunderstood him.
"If we're speaking of a weird old man, the one with the worst temper would be our master. Actually, the old man in the inner sect is weird too." Wu Lingyu said.
"The old man in the inner sect? Who is that?" Sima You Yue asked curiously.
Wu Lingyu's expression when he spoke about the old man was rather weird. This gave her a feeling that something was off. That year, when he was in the sect, he must have fallen into the hands of this old man.
Seeing Sima You Yue's excited expression, Wu Lingyu's eyes shone unnaturally, saying, "If you have the chance to enter the inner sect in the future, you will know. If you don't manage to enter, it will be useless even if I tell you. You should read your books properly."
Sima You Yue knew that it would be impossible to pry any information out of him. Once she managed to enter the inner sect, she would definitely ask about it.
Seeing that she couldn't get anything out of him, she started to read her books. With Wu Lingyu around, she could enter the spirit pagoda to read without worry and save quite a bit of time.
As such, five days later, Sima You Yue went to the library again. She wanted to return the five books and borrow another five.
"You've finished reading it all?" The old man had some recollection of Sima You Yue, and never thought that she would be back to return these books so quickly.
Sima You Yue placed the other five books on the table and said, "I'm done reading them."
The old man didn't say anything as he let her borrow another give books. She came back five days later to return them.
Today, she was in the spirit pagoda reading the book when she felt a bit tired and was just planning to rest when LIttle Spirit told her that Wu Lingyu was looking for her, so she went out. The moment she went out, she saw Wu Lingyu come in from the outside.
"What's up?"
"Your fourth brother is hurt." Wu Lingyu replied.
"Fourth Bro is hurt? How did he get hurt?" Sima You Yue asked anxiously.
"He got in a fight with others and was wounded." Wu LIngyu said, "Because it happened after class, the teachers usually wouldn't care."
What he meant was that they would not bother about this incident.
"I got it. I'll go take a look at my fourth bro." After speaking, she disappeared in a flash.
Sima You Le was currently lying on the bed. Bei Gong Tang had already given him a few pills to heal his wounds. However, his injuries were harsh and couldn't heal immediately.
A group of people surrounded the house, and the atmosphere was heavy. Bei Gong Tang stood up and said, "I'm going to kill them!"
Ouyang Fei, who was beside her, grabbed her, saying, "They're just waiting for us to go right now! Wouldn't you be walking right into their trap if you headed there now?"


She was the Fifth Young Miss of the revered General’s Residence, but was seen to be useless as trash. Promiscuous and flirtatious to a fault, she was finally killed by mistake under the hands of the attendants of the man she was chasing; She was a genius favoured by the Heavens but ultimately murdered by an insidious plot and all who shared her bloodline pursued and exterminated which caused her to lust for revenge to be paid in blood. The day the genius had unwittingly taken up the body of that useless trash and opened her eyes, her fate had completely changed!!!

Refining elixirs and the smelting of weapons were tough?
That did not daunt her.

Beast Tamers were rare?
She had easily gained the title of Emperor Beast Tamer!

Forced marriages!?
Men being arrogant because they are good looking?
She stretches her hand out and easily pulls devilishly handsome men to her: The Demonic King brothers would easily take their place. A devilish glance, a slight shimmer of movement, and that man would suddenly disappear the next moment. He turned back around, his devilish smile alluring: “Let’s continue with the topic, let’s have a child!”

This is another interesting story with transmigrating and very fun filled characters that will delight you.

We arrived at the meeting hall were almost all ancestors of this and the nearby islands have arrived. After a quick introduction, the meeting began.
After everyone settled down, I begin the procedure, "Now, let's start with the book publishing business. I guess all of you have read all or some of the books. I will focus on the point that I wish to publish these books on a very large scale. After this deal is over, only then we will be moving on to Communication channel."

I did mention the communication matter to create pressure on having them compromise some of the book publication. Ancestor Navin opposed by saying, "Rohan Gupta, I think that these books are not to be sold outside Empire territories. Especially, Rare and above Grade books on Professions, it should not even be sold inside the Empire openly."

I was already prepared and begin explaining, "Ancestor Navin, I plan to earn a huge amount of money and also I plan to study and write books on higher grade professions, I already have some understanding and it won't be long before I start to write a book on them. My target is to sell Elementary and Unique grade books at cheap rates so that every professional can afford to buy it and thus can create hype when they realize that there is even higher grade book by the same person too."

"As for the matter about selling it inside the empire only, it is a pipe dream. If the spies were to learn of the books, they will surely pass on the books to other territories and maybe even dub-copy the book in their version of it. Tell me if it had not happened before. So we will not be losing only the books, but money also."

After a 5 second pause, I continued "Therefore, I plan to use the Empire's Trademark and routes for massive sell of the lower grade books in other empires and higher grade books will appear randomly in some auction with a sky-high price. How is my suggestion?"

Ancestor Navin "Alright, do as you like, but you are not allowed to sell any epic or higher grade books outside without permission, limit the number of the rare grade books, and use reputed auction house only."

Another Ancestor came forward and begin with saying "As for those epic and legendary grade books, we will provide you with corresponding Empire Credits(EC)." In fact, most of them begin evaluating and discussing their worth and credit. And my actual goal of selling them on large scale was just tossed aside and they didn't even bother about it after that. Ancestor Rajendra sure hinted me of their greediness. But I was not expecting it like this.

After 30 hours, they came to the conclusion that my Epic grade books worth only 15 EC and legendary grade books 20 EC. With a total of high-grade books I have, it became a total of 210 EC. (15*6+20*6 = 210)

I was starting to feel frustrated but I had more deals to make, so I will take my profit from those. Well, just for the information, the basic salary of the lowest soldier in the army is 3 EC a year. You might we wondering that what could be fetched in just 3 EC but then you are very wrong, 1 EC can give you food and clothes for a family of 10 people for a year, or 900 sq. ft. land or 1 unique grade weapon from Empire's Store House or things likewise. The scale of the amount is regulated by the emperor.

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