A part of Japanese culture me, the god of Ronin has read many novels but I think the best of the best is the Chinese novel The World Online. Maybe I should check it out...





Obviously I didn't make the original novel

Lee Cheng Wen was a government official from Country Z. Before the Earth’s catastrophe, his rank had already reached prefecture-city level customs bureau’s head personnel. His age was only 46, a veritable youth among his peers.
Cheng Wen didn’t come from an aristocratic family or married someone influential. He reached his stage by slowly climbing the administrative ladder. Those that didn’t know him thought it was because of his ridiculously good luck, but some knew it was because he was a hero who could rule the world. Of course, this was an exaggeration, but they would all agree that he was definitely a character!
Cheng Wen’s favorite pastime was to read ancient literature, especially books by Lao Zi. He always told his twin that life is like reading a book, cause the books would always teach us how to act, as history tends to repeat itself. However, Cheng Wen was sort of a prude, because he was ethnocentric even in his reading materials. Only ancient Chinese texts had wisdom in them, and those written by other barbaric races didn’t.
Cheng Wen’s son, Li Jing, had always argued with him about this point, especially bringing up the Han Dynasty’s downfall around the seventeenth century. Other people’s cultures weren’t as bad as Cheng Wen made it out to be.
Cheng Wen would go silent every time he was faced with this argument; therefore, Li Jing stopped bringing it up, thinking it might have offended his father somehow.
Deep within Cheng Wen’s heart was a seed of sorrow. He was brought up by his grandfather, who was a famous private school teacher during the period prior to the Red Revolution. Therefore, he was taught a lot of classical thoughts. Cheng Wen was a natural learner; he had always managed to thwart his grandfather in class. His grandfather used to say that if he was born 500 years earlier, he would be someone like Zhu Ge Liang, or at least a learned man like Xun Yu [1].
Cheng Wen had mastered the Han’s antiquated thoughts before he reached age thirty, and very often, the question of why the Han Dynasty had gone into downfall would come up in his mind.
This was a big question pondered upon by many men from Country Z, the Qing Dynasty, and New Country Z. Why was it? Why would such a glorious dynasty face downfall when mankind was entering the modern era?
Cheng Wen thought that the Han Dynasty didn’t start to face its own downfall near the modern era but rather during the Tang Dynasty.
The fall of the Han Dynasty was definitely not because, as many charlatans had said, of Confucianism. While it was true that there was no cultural explosion after the unification of Confucianism like there was during the Warring Kingdoms era, Confucianism too had been changing ever since its conceptualization.
What is Confucianism?
Human need is Confucianism!
Confucianism changes according to human needs. This was a philosophy most suitable for human society's development because it was the most inclusive and deep philosophy there was. As long as the society needed it, it could change to fit the agenda of the day. Therefore, it wasn’t Confucianism itself that killed Han Dynasty, the real killer had used Confucianism as a prop to achieve its own goal.
Then who was the real killer?
Cheng Wen thought it was conceitedness from assuming oneself was the best.
Ever since the Tang Dynasty and the Song, Ming, and Guang Dynasties following it, Han culture had been unbeatable. Other than the actual Han Dynasty, there was no civilization equal to the level of Han culture. The barbarians couldn’t do it, and the Europeans couldn’t do it either. There was no civilization on Earth that could rival the glory of the Han culture. No matter from which perspective, the best civilization on Earth was definitely the culture of the Hans.
In conclusion, the Han’s pride was not something that could be put into words. Calling itself the Kingdom of Gods was a good try though. Of course, when one was at the top, there were no others to compare to and learn from. This was when the Han Dynasty started to fall, when it started to focus only on itself. Its growth had gone stagnant and the Confucianism holding that was society together stopped changing.
Unlike European countries, which had never been united under the same banner, the internal communication and external communication with the Arabic countries had never stopped…
This self-seclusion could only lead to self-exhaustion. Confucianism couldn’t grow tall but instead had no choice but to grow wide like Li Xue [2] during the Song Dynasty and Xin Xue [3] during the Ming Dynasty. In actuality, this did nothing for Confucianism. Wide growth meant more students, but the philosophy itself remained unchanged. This carried on until the end of the Ming Dynasty.
Following the European Renaissance, the other civilizations started to catch up to the Han culture. With the advent of long-distance sailing, the communication between the Hans and the rest of the world began. This communication reached its peak during the end of the Ming Dynasty. At that time, many scholars saw the catalyst needed for improvement in Han culture. This was observable from the beginning of capitalism and scholars of Confucianism realizing the new changes in their studied philosophy.
However, at that time, the biggest threat to the Hans appeared on the scene, the Mans, the Qing Dynasty… had arrived!
In the 300 year period when the European countries were undergoing a metamorphosis, the Hans started to collapse…
The Han culture was completely destroyed during that 300 year period. What remained? Foot-binding? Qipao? What else? Were these the things that defined the glory of Han Dynasty that lasted for thousands of years? How laughable!
After losing the essence of the Han people, in recent years, the people started to turn outwards to look for new cultural inspirations by turning to the west. In reality, ever since the Qing Dynasty, Han culture had completely been unrooted. For example, was the new Z Country really a Han product? No, it was nothing more than an imported good…
Therefore, Cheng Wen realized that the real killer of the Han people was self-reclusion, and this started during the Tang Dynasty…
He fully believed that if given the same resources, the Hans packaged with the thoughts and learning of ancient China would definitely crush the white-skinned people like bugs!
Ever since the beginning of the Hope's government, Cheng Wen was a small level Hope government official worker. He worked tirelessly without complaint. He was a man of few words, but his every word was loaded and to the point. Slowly but surely, his rank started to rise. Thus far, other than people like Yao Yuan, he was the highest ranking Han in the Hope’s government, and also one of the few Hans actually working in the government.
Many Han public officials like himself always complained to him about Yao Yuan’s policies, especially the one about all Chinese people having to start from the bottom rung of the administrative ladder, during meals. How was it that the government, which was in Country Z people’s hands, had all the higher officials be westerners? It was the same thing with the House of Representatives. The speaker was white, 70 percent of the representatives were white, and the rest were Asians from other countries and Africans, only 1 percent was pure-bred Han. Why was that?
These complaints entered Cheng Wen’s ears after he had a small fever. It was a fever that lasted only for several hours. Even though it was during the period when the Homo Evolutis awakening was happening, Cheng Wen’s wife and kids didn’t think it had anything to do with Cheng Wen’s fever, because Cheng Wen’s fever was too short and he was wide awake through the whole process. Only Cheng Wen himself knew that he had become a Homo Evolutis… a Thinker.
This was how Cheng Wen answered those complaining officials.
"…As Lao Zi once said, give in order to take."
The officials were not familiar with antiquated literature, but the phrase itself wasn’t that complicated, so they seemed to have understood a thing or two…
One had to give before one could take… But what exactly was the meaning?
Cheng Wen, who was asked to elaborate, only smiled because he didn’t consider it necessary to do so. Certain things had to be left unsaid. However, according to his recent observations and his understanding of Yao Yuan, the caution the white skins had against Guang Zhen and the small actions taken behind Yao Yuan’s back to undermine his place, from all this he could see…
The plan that had been formed ever since the Hope’s government was created.
Give in order to take…
A few months after the Hope stopped in space, the first batch of corrupted officials, including westerners, Africans, and Asians, were captured. The government asked Cheng Wen to come in to have a talk. They discussed his years of hard work and their wish to commend him. At that point, Cheng Wen knew the plan that had been in planning for 10 years had been initiated!
Give in order to take!
Cheng Wen felt especially kindred to Yao Yuan then, like finding an old friend. He had no clue whether Yao Yuan was familiar Ancient Chinese thinking, but he realized that he was using it to clean up the trash that was plaguing the Hope.
In some way, there was communication without actually communicating…
That night, Cheng Wen got himself blind drunk. The next day, the first ever label of the most honest government worker in the 11 years of the Hope’s government induction was bequeathed onto Cheng Wen. At the same time, he was named the vice minister for the Hope’s ministry of labor and personnel. He was going to take the position of minister until the actual minister returned from being investigated….


Endless sky and infinite space, the cosmos isn’t some paradise waiting to be found, it is full of darkness and danger, death and terror of the great unknown. However, for that glittering swath of blue, we have no fear! For the longevity of men, we have no regrets! Nothing shall stand in our way because it is finally our time, our age! The age of cosmos exploration! 


Pei Zi Yun was walking along the streets. The history of the Southern Kingdom stretched back to a thousand years. For successive generations, people who lived within the Southern Kingdom ran it as an autonomous region independent from the Emperor and Imperial Court. Hence, the layout and structure of these cities were extremely unique and different from most other cities. Their streets crisscrossed along the intersection. The houses and buildings within the cities showed their simple and unadorned lifestyles.
The streets were lined with shops on both sides selling a variety of items. There were many people on the streets as well, and they were dressed quite unusually, carrying bamboo baskets over their backs. A group of sixteen or seventeen years old men wore caps while carrying their children. 
"Eggs, I'm selling eggs!" An old woman carrying a basket full of chicken eggs was shouting. 
"Grasshoppers for sale, freshly fried grasshoppers for sale! Three coins for a stick!" A young boy was selling a stick of grasshoppers as a snack. 
The people on the streets were packed like sardines. Several women carried a basket as they came out to buy vegetables and other fresh food. When they saw something they liked, they would place it in their baskets after paying for it.
Pei Zi Yun was dressed neatly and looked smart. As he walked along the streets some girls turned to look at him, as if they were waiting for him to approach them. 
At this point, Pei Zi Yun looked at his surroundings and creased his eyebrows. The people around here spoke in a different dialect. Chinese was not the primary language here. He then thought to himself, 'The previous dynasty had lost this region for a hundred years. Roughly half of the Traditional Chinese culture has been lost in this area.'
'Although the new dynasty reclaimed this area and started controlling the region, the culture and language of the citizens wasn’t something that could be changed easily.'
A young man looked at Pei Zi Yun, with gleaming eyes. He then approached Pei Zi Yun and bowed, "Young Master, Young Master, where are you from?"
This person was dressed in the traditional Han Chinese robes, and spoke in Han Chinese as well. He looked to be somewhat bloated in the stomach. As he approached, Pei Zi Yun hesitated before laughing, "What can I do for you?"
The young man smiled, "It must be Young Master’s first time here in the Southern Kingdom, and you must be unfamiliar with the place. My humble name is Hong Lin, and I can bring you around to see the sights and tour the city. It’s just that you will have to pay me."
"Oh, how much do you charge?" Pei Zi Yun asked curiously.
"Young Master, it’s not much. I only ask for 10 silver taels. Then, you can call on me anytime you wish. I grew up here and know everything there is to know. If you meet with any problems, I can help you out too. This is a good deal." The young man smiled.
"10 silver taels? Do you take me for a fat sheep? Hmph." Pei Zi Yun pushed past him and continued walking. He was shocked that a person he didn’t even know would demand such an expensive price for something so simple.
Seeing Pei Zi Yun leave, the young man hurriedly caught up with him, "Young Master, Young Master. 5 taels. Fine, 3 taels. I can’t go any lower. I’m only earning money for being hardworking and at your disposal."
"I shall give you 1 silver tael. Take it or leave it." Pei Zi Yun waved his fist, "A proper guide would not even cost me 300 coins a day. You’re asking for too much."
"1 silver tael is fine too." Hong Lin laughed as he caught the silver tael that Pei Zi Yun tossed. After touching the tael and biting into it, he warmly pointed out, "In the Southern Kingdom, the weather changes very often. A part of the city could be raining and the other could have a clear and sunny sky at the same time. Hence, a person should always be dressed for all four seasons here in the Southern Kingdom. Young Master, if you wish to explore the area, you will have to prepare in advance."
The climate within the Southern Kingdom changed very often and abruptly. The difference in temperature could be very great as well, and the city could see any of the four seasons at any time. Pei Zi Yun already knew this beforehand and was well prepared for this. He waved his fists again, "Cut the crap. Show me the way, I wish to visit the broker. I have things to do."
Hong Lin then led Pei Zi Yun. He seemed like he was extremely familiar with the broker, "Uncle Hong, I’ve brought you a customer."
A middle-aged man came out. When he saw that it was Hong Lin, he frowned before welcoming Pei Zi Yun. He smiled at Pei Zi Yun, "What requests does Young Master have?"
"Tell me more about the Southern Kingdom." Pei Zi Yun looked around before saying, "This is not a good place to speak. Let’s go and find a restaurant to speak."
Uncle Hong from the brokerage firm was somewhat hesitant about meeting Pei Zi Yun at first, and yet when Pei Zi Yun suggested this he replied enthusiastically, "Good, Young Master. Very well."
"Young Master, I know that Four Directions Restaurant here in the Southern Kingdom is very reputable." Hong Lin smiled before leading the way.
Four Directions Wine Restaurant

Although the Southern Kingdom was vastly different from the the mid-region of the country, this restaurant looked very similar to any other restaurant. Pei Zi Yun observed the place before smiling, "The style of this place is good, but there isn’t enough charm in poetry here."
As he entered, he realized that they even had private rooms, and went into one of the room. Pei Zi Yun retrieved a tael of silver before instructing, "Serve us some dishes."
The waiter received the silver before smiling and bowing, "Yes, yes!"

Uncle Hong’s face changed too. He had seen how generous this person was. A silver tael for a table was a generous amount to give. He then put on a serious face before looking at Pei Zi Yun, "If Young Master wishes to explore this place and have fun, take a look. Across this place is High Holy Temple. It’s symmetrical on all four corners and is thirteen stories tall. There’s even a golden colored bird on the roof. In fact, if you look, there is one bird every two meters. People refer to this temple as Golden Rooster Pagoda as well."
Pei Zi Yun looked far ahead, and saw that the golden paint over the copper bird had started to peel off. He then asked, "Why do you place golden roosters on top of the buildings?"
"It’s been said that golden birds are able to vanquish dragons. There are plenty of mountains here in the Southern Kingdom, and sometimes the streams from the mountains flood our villages and cause damage to property. Placing these golden birds on our roofs are a way of preventing the damage from becoming too severe. In the past, there were whistles on the mouths of the birds. Whenever the wind blew, these birds would whistle continuously. Over time, dust and dirt got caught within the whistles and now they do not make any sound."
At this point, it was noon and the sun was shining brightly overhead. The three of them sat in discussion, as delicious dishes were served up. After having some wine, their ears started to flush from the heat. Pei Zi Yun then said, "I wish to understand more about the Southern Kingdom, please tell me more."

The middle-aged man was named Hong Kuai. As a broker, he was privy to most of the news and gossips within the city. If not, how could he succeed as a businessman? When Pei Zi Yun asked him, he thought for sometime before replying, "Here in the Southern Kingdom, there aren’t many Han Chinese like you and I, and we aren’t the most prosperous people here. The people who controlled the entire area are the government offices and the tribe chieftains, who are also appointed by the government."
"Since the growth of the empire has been much slower than before, many Han Chinese from the cities came here in search for jobs. Only then did our businesses improve." Shen Kuai extended a pair of chopsticks and scooped up a large piece of meat before drinking his wine.

"Based on the way I see it, on one hand, the Imperial Court repopulated many Han Chinese here. On the other hand they’re controlling the tribe chieftains like puppets. I think…." Hong Lin was about to continue when he was interrupted by Uncle Hong, who cleared his throat.
Pei Zi Yun was unaffected and said, "Tell me about the leaders of the Southern Kingdom, the tribe chieftains, and the different races."
This was not a sensitive topic and the three of them continued drinking their wines before speaking. They both of them were familiar with this place and knew about the happenings. After listening to them explain more, he started to form a clearer picture of this place.
Pei Zi Yun then picked up some peanuts to eat. He then thought to himself, 'Based on what I’ve heard, there are four people who fit my purpose. However, his excellency Wu ranking as an official is too high. Even if I make a visit as a High Scholar, it would raise some eyebrows.'
'His excellency Dai is of an average rank. Even if I do pay him a visit, I can’t get much help from him.'
'And there’s a Registrar Official as well. His family had a tribe chieftain from the previous dynasty. Hence, he has blood relations with many other powerful people as well. Although his rank is considered small, his influence is far reaching. What’s more, he appreciates literary arts, I can consider going to him.'
'As for the last one, his rank was too low to make a difference.'
As he thought about this, he laughed, "Come, let’s all drink."
When the wine and meat were done, Pei Zi Yun then tossed a tael of silver to Hong Kuai. Hong Kuai was somewhat inebriated as well, having drank slightly too much wine. However, he appeared to be extremely alert when it came to receiving the silver. Since Hong Lin often hung out with bad company and was used to drinking, he did not appear too drunk. Pei Zi Yun then told him, "Take me to Registrar Official Shi Ba’s house."
Pei Zi Yun and Hong Lin then went to buy some gifts before they made their way to the Registrar Official’s house.
The Registrar Official’s Mansion was rather lavish. Pei Zi Yun went up and provided a note to indicate his presence for dropping by, "Ying Prefecture Top Scorer Pei Zi Yun requests an audience."
When the door guard saw him, he chuckled and said, "Young Master, please wait."
Shortly after, a normal looking Han Chinese man came out, looking rather surprised. He then politely asked, "You’re the Top Scorer Pei who wrote <Let’s Drink Up>?"
"When I heard that it was Pei Zi Yun, I thought that your name sounded very familiar. I then recalled your poem, which was very impressive. Please come in."
"Serve the tea!" Following the Registrar Official’s instructions, a pair of serving maids stepped forward and served them both tea.
"Registrar official, your excellency is too kind with his words." Pei Zi Yun replied humbly.
"I’m not being kind, it’s the truth from the bottom of my heart." The Official then looked at Pei Zi Yun, "I wonder if Top Scorer Pei has any slightly more recent works which he’d care to share with me?"
Looking back at the Official, Pei Zi Yun’s heart fluttered before replying, "I do. When it comes to poems and essays, it requires a great deal of inspiration. My last work was written for the Emperor and the Grand Princess."
"Oh?" When he heard Pei Zi Yun speak, his eyes lit up, "Top Scorer Pei had been granted an audience with the Emperor and the Grand Princess? The Southern Kingdom is far away from the capital, and we’ve not heard of this matter yet. Please explain more."
Pei Zi Yun then briefly summed up his visit to the capital city and said, "As for this poem, it doesn’t sound as nice as compared to when it’s read."
"Master Top Scorer, please wait." The Official’s face was full of delight, "Bring me some ink and quill."
Immediately, a serving maid brought the inkstone, paper and quill. The Official stepped up to prepare the ink and Pei Zi Yun retrieved the quill. He then started writing. With every word he wrote, the Official gasped in delight, "Indeed a renowned literary Scholar!"

He then stopped smiling before hesitating, and finally placing the paper on the table. He then raised his head and asked, "I wonder what master Top Scorer wants me to do. I am just a mere Registrar Official, and not worthy to do great things."
Pei Zi Yun smiled, "Registrar Shi, you think too little of me. I’ve met the Emperor personally, and the Grand Princess. I have quite a reputation to my name, and have mansions and lands. I do not lack silver as well. How could I possibly put your excellency in a spot?"
"It’s just that I have a relative from my clan, who had been in the Southern Kingdom. I’ve read my ancestral family tree and finally found out about my missing relative. My mother instructed to me to look for him, since he’s related to us. It’s just that I’m not familiar with this place, and thus came to your excellency for help."
When the Registrar Official heard this, his tense features immediately relaxed, and he looked somewhat apologetic, "So that’s the reason. May I request for master Top Scorer to tell me the name of this relative, so that I can do my research."
"Li Xian Lian, he’s a Daoist." Pei Zi Yun then said, "We’re just not sure about what happened to him after reaching the Southern Kingdom. Neither do we know what he did here."
"This should be easy enough. Master Top Scorer, tell me your address. I can order someone to search up the information, and inform you after." The Official said, smiling. Since he was a native, and he came from a family of tribe chieftains, he understood the entire area and knew every mountain and stronghold. It can be said that he had people on both sides of the law and even had contacts within the native population as well. Finding someone should not be too difficult for him.
"I do not have an address as well. How about this, I shall find an inn nearby to stay so that you could reach me there." Pei Zi Yun replied. After sometime, he made his exit.
‘Who said that this man was forthright, outspoken and enjoyed literary arts?’ Pei Zi Yun thought to himself as he left the mansion. He then laughed, "This man is extremely crafty and deceitful."
Although they had only known each other for a short time, Pei Zi Yun was able to understand why the Official acted refined and likable. Ever since the dynasty reclaimed the Southern Kingdom, this man turned over to the Imperial Court and pretended to be fascinated by the Han Chinese’s culture and literary works. He did this so that he could earn the favor of the court, and was thus appointed as an official.
'It might even be the tribe’s attempt to penetrate into the government and plant a spy for their own benefits.'
'However, this is none of my business. This man is a leading figure among the locals, and finding someone should not be hard for him. My relationship with him would only go this far.'
As he was pondering, he cleared this throat, "Hong Lin, take me to a clean and reputable inn."

Earth Immortals are cultivated from a blessed land,
Heaven Immortals move to and fro from the divine mountains.
I have a stalk of plum blossom, and I shall maraud the Will of the Heavens with it!

The next day, in the afternoon.
Lin Fan wanted to buy a mobile phone as he was getting wealthier and he'd be a fool to not use the money. His old Apple iPhone was already outdated. Each time he used it, it would attract the attention of people. As a youngster, he had to take note of his clothing and phone.
He didn't have a choice in the past, he had no money. He could only afford to spend 200 to 300 dollars on that old iPhone. Anyway, it was still an Apple product.
At Xiaomi's authorized retailer.
"Babe, how much is this phone?" Lin Fan looked over the counter to view the phones. He was looking at one model which had a pretty good look and specifications.
The girl smiled and said, "Sir, this is the Xiao Mi 6, 128GB. Selling price is $3999 and it comes with $300 worth of free talking time.
"Alright, I'll take this one then. Give me the black model." Lin Fan replied. Now that he had a bit more money, he was more willing to spend it on things that he liked. Furthermore, he hadn't used the card that Wu Yun Gang gave yet. In any case, he didn't lack money, so he just used it on the phone.
"Sir, I'll delete some of the files on your phone as these are binding software files which take up a lot of space. What apps do you frequently use? I'll help you download them," the girl passionately said.
"That's good, I would like Weibo, WeChat, and QQ." Lin Fan smiled as he replied.
"Alright," the girl nodded and proceeded to download the apps. Then, she transferred the SIM card from the old phone to the new phone. This Xiaomi shop had high standards and the customer service was good. After a while, he held the new phone in his hands. It had a good shape for a comfortable grip, which was better than his old iPhone.
He paid for the phone and took the receipt before leaving the shop. After he casually shopped around the streets, he realized that there was a commotion and a large group of people was there. If one were to stand outside of the crowd and look inwards, he would probably not be able to see what's going on inside. Suddenly, the people started to move backward.
It was a mess.
Then, the group of people dispersed. Lin Fan saw that the old man in front of him had a bloody nose. He looked anxious but he was charging towards Lin Fan.
"Don't run."
A sound emerged from behind the old man. Lin Fan was a little confused as to what was happening. The old man with the bloody nose ran past Lin Fan. Then, a muscular man behind the old man saw Lin Fan and shouted, "Move away."
Lin Fan was a little shocked as the situation looked pretty violent. But this time, he felt that he shouldn't move aside. It was broad daylight and it looked like a fight was going to break out. Furthermore, it looked like he was going to beat up an old man. A normal man with a sense of justice wouldn't move aside and let that happen.
As he witnessed what was about to happen, he slowly positioned his body and his left leg moved a step backward with his left palm closed. He pressed against the man's abdomen with his left hand and his right immediately struck the man on his collarbone.
He dealt a heavy blow and moved his right leg back a little. His movements were light and collected as he moved a few steps backward.
It was so natural and smooth and that frightened the man who wanted to beat up the old man. He was sweating profusely as he did a half kneel. It was extremely painful.
Lin Fan hadn't expected himself to be so good at it. Then, he was about to say a few words to reprimand the man but he realized that there was a group of silhouettes that seemed to be charging towards him.
"D*mn it. It was a gang fight." Lin Fan did not hesitate and he quickly fled the place. Mate, that's the best I can do to help you.
But when Lin Fan fled the scene, the group of people came out with cameras.
"Where is he? Where's the man who was fighting earlier on?" a big-bellied man said loudly.
"I think he ran away."
"D*mn it, who was that guy? He actually dared to mess with Han Lu. Did you guys manage to record everything on video?"
"How could we have been able to record it? Han Lu chased him all the way just to beat him up. We weren't able to run that fast."
Then, the man who had a bloody nose saw what was happening and quickly went forward as he was satisfied. "Kid, you're too arrogant. I had already used my inner powers to hurt you when you were pressing on me just now. That caused you to have internal injuries. You thought I ran out to escape from you? I was using my inner powers to waste your energy."
"Look at the man earlier, he just pushed you so simply and you couldn't take it. It's proof that your energy had been used up by my inner power."
Master Xin Zhen, a master of Ba Gua Zhang explained calmly. He was shamelessly bragging, which left the crowd bewildered.
"He's bragging so much."
"I saw what was happening earlier, the young man was really good. He was familiar with his sequence of movements and didn't even pause."
"A step back, a push, a heavy blow and a jump. I can't possibly learn all these techniques."
The man who was carrying a camera was feeling a little helpless for not capturing everything on film. It was potentially a piece of breaking news.
They tried hard to obtain interesting news and hoped to be able to report big news but in their hearts, they wanted to help the national culture of Chinese martial arts attain a proper title. There were 4 main essences of Chinese culture: Martial arts, Chinese medicine, Beijing opera, and calligraphy.
Chinese medicine had become unreliable in the eyes of many people. If the ancestors were to know about this, they would probably jump out from their graves and beat some people up. They had spent their entire lives studying it and after all their hard work and time spent, they didn't even dare to call themselves masters. As for the current age, people deemed themselves as masters after less than ten years of experience. Furthermore, they were causing a ruckus everywhere they went. Weren't they just blind and foolish?
"Who managed to record it?" the leader with the big belly shouted at the crowd. The people were all stunned. Who would've recorded it?
"I managed to do it," a young man with colorfully dyed hair said.
"Let me see," the big-bellied leader said as he went forward.
"Look," the young man played the video for him to see.
The crowd also came over to look as they hadn't managed to see clearly earlier.
In the video.
Han Lu rushed out and shouted, "Move away!"
The young man just stood there and suddenly dealt a blow to Han Lu, which made him collapse onto the ground.
"That…" the Big Bellied Leader was secretly elated upon watching the video. Then, he grabbed the youngster and said, "Please send the video to me."
"I want a thousand dollars," the youngster said.
"Sure, no problem."
It was going to be breaking news. They hadn't captured it on video but the passer-by had managed to. He would have agreed to the price even if it was $10000 instead of $1000.
But they were wondering why the youngster in the video ran away. Also, it was just a random stranger, so it would be difficult to find him.
Han Lu just sat on the floor with an unbearable pain in his collarbone. At the same time, he was also stunned. With his capabilities, even if the young man had struck his core, he shouldn't have been able to hurt.
But he hadn't expected the outcome to be like this. Meanwhile, Lin Fan had already run miles away. When he realized that no one was chasing him, he sighed in relief.
People are really violent nowadays. Just a dispute can start a gang fight so easily. Although I have mastered a martial art, I wouldn't have been able to beat so many people. What's more, they have weapons with them and even a huge video recorder. If they hit me with that, my head would definitely be split open!


I am Lin Fan and I've become a jack of all trades just because of a powerful Encyclopedia. 
In the first ever competition organised for trolls, all the other contestants lost. The crowd exclaimed, "Brother, you're so good at trolling." 
Lin Fan replied, "But I've never been trolling..."

Mag turned on the tap and gulped down a lot of water. Then, holding onto the edge of the sink with both hands, he took a breath and felt alive again. He'd been already thirsty when he woke up, and instead of drinking some water, he ate that pancake, so he almost choked to death. His throat was still burning even now.
If it were his previous life, he would have written a denunciation thousands of words long and forced shut the restaurant for good. How could anyone eat this?!
Before he knew it, Amy had already come to him. "Father, are you all right?" Amy asked worriedly, tugging at the corner of his clothes.
"Yes. Father's okay. Just choked a little." Mag looked down at Amy immediately, reached out to stroke her hair, and put a smile back on his face again. Being worried about and relied on like this warmed his heart, and his resentment towards the pancake abated a lot.
He was just a normal father now, and didn't want to go through the things that he did in his previous life. He didn't want to travel again.
Letting out a breath, Amy seemed to have relaxed a lot, and then she reproached him with a grim look. "Father, you should eat slowly. Pancakes are good, but you can't rush. Eat bit by bit, and then you won't choke."
"Yes, Amy's right." Mag nodded earnestly as he looked into Amy's eyes. Then, the little one went back to her seat contentedly.
Mag didn't go out at once, but took a close look at the kitchen.
The kitchen was shaped like a strip and had an area of 10 square meters or so—it was fairly spacious. On the cooking bench were four built-in gas stoves, and there was also a silver side-suction range hood and a big four-door refrigerator.
This was a very professional modern kitchen, but most space was still vacant. There was only one wide Chinese chef's knife on the knife block, and the likes of pots and pans were nowhere to be found.
"System, did you forget to arrange the appliances and kitchenware when decorating? The fridge is also empty." Mag closed the empty fridge. His idea of cooking something random fell through.
"The host has no right to use those appliances now," the system answered. "When missions are completed, they will be unlocked one by one. For now, only the necessary ingredients for the recipes that the host has learned will be provided, and they have to be bought first to use."
Mag froze for an instant, but he had no choice. The system really goes out of its way to make me learn to cook… it seems like there is no way to get something else to eat today, and the system said the ingredients need to be bought, so could it be that it will supply all the necessary ingredients?
Mag did a lap around the kitchen, and when he was certain there was nothing to eat here, he could do nothing but pour two bowls of plain boiled water and walk out. It looked like completing missions sooner was very necessary, or all of this was wasted here.
Besides, after trying that horrible pancake, he couldn't wait to eat Yangzhou fried rice. Whether giving Amy a chance to try the delicious food from the earth or conquering this world with the Yangzhou fried rice, it was an interesting idea.
Mag went through his predecessor's memories again. Because the war among species lasted for a thousand years, the human food here was a bit like English cuisine, whose cooking methods were simple and crude—boiling and baking.
No seasoning was added during cooking. People would just sprinkle some salt or pepper before eating based on their taste. It was just for appeasing hunger and balancing nutrition. After all, in the times of war, one couldn't ask too much.
Although the cooking here had undergone certain development through a hundred years of peace, those cooks' mind were so bigoted that even if they had tried to improve, their recipes were still too simple, and few cooking methods and dishes that were refreshingly impressive had ever appeared.
Even the food-loving humans were this lame in cooking, to say nothing of other species. Elves basically lived on various wild fruits from nature, dwarves ate more randomly—anything cooked would do, and demons and orcs even ate their prey alive…
Mag curled his lip. It's like an uncultivated land of gourmet food, waiting for me to cultivate it. Looking at Amy gobbling down the pancake with two hands, a gentle smile appeared on his face. He had little interest in great causes like bringing the food culture to the masses, but he wanted Amy to eat actual good things and have a comfortable life, so learning to cook was not too hard to accept for him.
Mag was really hungry, so he had to soak the pancake in the water and wait for it to soften before eating. He could barely swallow it.
Amy's teeth were very good, and the pancake cracked merrily in her mouth. She finished it in just a little while, and then she picked up the bowl, drank a mouthful of water, and gave a content burp. Watching Mag eating the pancake mush with chopsticks, she smiled happily. "Father, the pancake is very tasty, right?"
Mag shook his head, lightly touched Amy's cute little nose with his hand, and smiled. "I won't say it's very tasty, Amy. It's just something that can barely appease our hunger. Someday, I'll make you the Manchu Han Imperial Feast[1.Manchu Han Imperial Feast consisted of at least 108 unique dishes from the Manchu and Han Chinese culture during the Qing Dynasty.], just for you. You can eat as much as you can."
"Manchu Han Imperial Feast? Is it really tastier than the pancake?" Amy's eyes were shining with excitement, but then she seemed a little worried as she looked at Mag. The food Father has made before tasted weird. Is Father really able to make something much much better than the pancake?
"Sure!" Mag nodded earnestly. "And Manchu Han Imperial Feast is not one dish; it consists of 108 dishes of various exotic food from mountains and seas. It can last you three days in a row." He could guess what was in her mind—apparently, the pancake was the best thing in her eyes. His predecessor's cooking skills were as disappointing as his, and must have left a bad impression on her.
"108 dishes of various exotic food from mountains and seas?" Amy counted on her fingers, trying to picture the table full of better things than pancakes; moreover, it could last three days! Her eyes became brighter and brighter, and her face was happy with a smile. She jumped off the chair, looked at Mag, and cried out happily, "Wow! Amy wants to have the Manchu Han Imperial Feast! Make me the Manchu Han Imperial Feast, Father! Amy wants it now!"
"Um…" Looking at Amy's eyes full of anticipation, Mag felt a little embarrassed—he couldn't even make the Yangzhou fried rice now. However, he had the God of Cookery Cultivation System on him, so the Manchu Han Imperial Feast would be nothing to him in the future. Still, he felt like he had bragged a little too soon as he watched his little girl's eager face.
"Of course Father also wants to make it for Amy, but our restaurant is not open yet," said Mag apologetically, stroking Amy's hair. "There are no ingredients in the kitchen, so I couldn't make so many good things."
"Well…" Amy was a little disappointed, but quickly raised her head again. She took hold of Mag's big hand, patted it on the back, and said soothingly, "It's all right, Father. The food you cooked before was good too. When Amy grows up a little, I can go make money and buy a lot of good things for Father to let you make the Manchu Han Imperial Feast."
Suddenly, Mag felt a little saddened as he looked at Amy's earnest face. He sniffed and then shook his head with a smile. "Father is different than before now. Making money to support our family is naturally my responsibility, and I'll make the Manchu Han Imperial Feast for you as I said. It's our little agreement. I promise." Then he held out his little finger.
Amy looked up at Mag and blinked her eyes. It seems today's Father really is different. His image seems to have become bigger and kinder. She looked at that little finger, held out her own to intertwine with her father's, and then said happily, "Okay. Amy's sure Father can do it."


In Chaos City on the Norland Continent, there is a strange restaurant.

Here, elves and dwarves share tables. Beastmen are prohibited from making a din, and giant dragons can only seat around the tiny square in front of the restaurant. Even demons have to bring their own stools…

But it is such a strange restaurant that has long lines outside every day.

Elves are stuffing kebabs, paying no mind to their manners; giant dragons are sitting around a hot pot, strainers in their hands; demons are eating nice-looking dango…

"There's no other place on this continent where you can find food like that! The boss here is a genius!" a customer provides such a review. Then, he gives a furtive look at the door. "Also, don't you think of kidnapping the boss away or dine-and-dashing, or you will suffer a tragic death."

"Eat, pay, or you will be beaten to death." says a cute little girl in her childish voice as she trots forward. A five-meter tall dragon shivers when it meets her eyes.

"I have also detected the Androids production factory deep in the facility, as well as a powerful Hyperspeed Data and Information Relay Center." 
"Dumb it down for me, would you?" Jiang Fei rolled his eyes. Jargons of other aspects of society was not as easy to learn, especially when it came to subjects that he had never been good at. 
"To put it in simple terms, there is a series of supercomputers used to collect, process, and store digital data. One of its functions is to convert artificial souls into the form of a memory chip that is being used in the Androids."
"Now that, I understand." 
Jiang Fei had one of those things. It was the ring itself. With all the original, authentic technology that came with the ring, he was able to revive Ariel and the other girls, including Hong Yu, into this world. Compared to the military's version, Jiang Fei's was the original, flawless method of resurrection or creating a human being, while the military's version was just a cheap knockoff. The best they could do was to create something that still functioned like an artificial intelligence. 
After listening to 0542's report, Jiang Fei had conflicted feelings. From the perspective of a Chinese citizen, the military was able to enforce their military strength and place China at the top of the world. On the other hand, it was nothing but bad news to the martial artist alliance. If there were to be a breakthrough in Android technology and the military was able to mass produce Level 5 Androids, the martial artists could start counting their days left on earth before the culling starts. 
"What am I going to do about this…?" Jiang Fei thought to himself, frustrated. 
To be honest, there was no enmity between the government and the Martial Artists Alliance. The only reason why the government wanted to eliminate all the martial artists was because of their ignorance and their refusal to cooperate with the nation's interests. If they were to behave like the Mutants, working hand in hand with the government, the government would be more than happy to take them in. 
Unfortunately, pride and honor defined a martial artist. They had always looked down on normal humans and it seemed that they would continue to do so. Not even high ranking politicians, government officials, and military personnel could escape their judgmental glare. Even though they had personally witnessed the prowess of Androids, it was still impossible for them to just change their attitudes that was embedded within their culture for thousands of generations. 
"Captain, if I may interrupt here. It seems that you are conflicted on trying to save the martial artists from the government whilst trying not to disrupt the military. How about moving the entire alliance into your private territory, the Winter Islands?" 0541 suggested a solution as it was reading Jiang Fei's mind. 
"If only it would be that simple…" 
Jiang Fei sighed. 0542's method was logical but it failed to factor in an important aspect—human emotions. 
The Chinese government and the military force did see the alliance as a threat even though they did not do anything wrong. It was a matter of conflict of interest. The entire Martial Artists Alliance seemed to run on its own rules without interfering with the government. They were strong enough on their own to not follow the country's laws and regulations, almost as if they were an independent country. A rise of power within the Chinese borders was unacceptable. If they were willing to pack their bags and leave China, the government would be more than happy to assist them. 
The problem lied with the martial artists themselves. These folks were born and raised in China and to them, their motherland was more important than their lives. To ask them to move out of China permanently was akin to uprooting their entire culture. 
Unlike 0541, 0542 was a new artificial intelligence system that had just been born into the world. The way it calculated solutions was by focusing on the maximum benefits of both parties but not factoring in human emotions and conflicts. Hence, no matter how good the benefit was, when a human was involved, there would not be a perfect solution. 0541 would be able to calculate a better solution since it had learnt plenty about human emotions and the concept of compromising. 
"Tch… If only 0541 was here…" 
Jiang Fei could not think of a better solution yet but since the military had yet to make a Level 5 Android breakthrough, he still had more than enough time to think about it. 
An hour after leaving the holographic entrance, Jiang Fei and Ariel reached where they were picked up from. 
"Mr. Jiang Fei. We have reached your destination," said the driver without turning to face Jiang Fei. 
"Mhm." 
Jiang Fei merely nodded instead of thanking. After getting down, the car sped off at top speed, leaving Jiang Fei and Ariel alone in the empty mountain. 
"Let's go back," said Jiang Fei. The obedient little girl nodded happily and teleported the two of them with a snap of her finger. 
"We're back!" Jiang Fei yelled as he entered the house. After exchanging a few words with the rest of the family, Jiang Fei sat down on the sofa, thinking about what had transpired today. 
"Ariel," Jiang Fei thought, calling out to Ariel via telepathy, hoping that Ariel could hear it. 
"Yes?" she answered. 
"What do you think of today? What is Fan Yao planning?" 
"I can't tell much…" Ariel answered, looking sad. 
Jiang Fei was always thinking about the conflict between the two sides. To be honest, the military had not given him a good impression, especially since Qin Yu had kidnapped Han Tianyu and locked him away. But after today, Jiang Fei calmed down, and started to rethink his opinion on the military. 
Fan Yao's behavior today was enigmatic. Whatever contribution he had made for the military aside, Jiang Fei was still a member of the Martial Artists Alliance of China. For Han Tianyu's case, it was safe to say that Jiang Fei had bared his fangs at them. The military did not need to play the guessing game as they knew immediately that it was Jiang Fei who had saved Han Tianyu from his prison. That information was not revealed but was kept on a need-to-know basis. 
Theoretically speaking, Jiang Fei would be the last man on earth that they would reveal the secret military base to. Furthermore, Fan Yao personally invited him into it! 
Oddly enough, Fan Yao's odd behavior did not stop there. The conversation they had in the meeting room was completely unrelated to the military. 
"0542, playback the footage of me having a conversation with Fan Yao!" 
"Fetching data… Projecting…" 
The footage was being projected directly into Jiang Fei's mind, like some form of recollection. The conversation with Fan Yao lasted for as long as two hours and during most of the time, it was Fan Yao who was doing most of the talking. Nine out of ten times, the conversation was about things that happened during his childhood. 
The only interesting thing that Jiang Fei could remember was how Fan Yao loved to disturb his grandmother when he was little. He had once set his bed on fire just to express his anger when his parents did not allow him to play with his friends. Besides that, there were other naughty stuff that he had done. Most of it were just childish acts of throwing a fit, the kind of stories that a grandparent would tell their grandchildren. That was where Jiang Fei felt odd. Why would Fan Yao, a man of his position, talk about stupid things like his past to Jiang Fei, in the middle of a super secretive military base? There was something amiss and Jiang Fei felt as though there was something extremely crucial. 
"Do not delete this footage. Keep it until I say so," said Jiang Fei after he could not figure anything out after reviewing the two-hour-long footage multiple times. 


Average means nothing to our young protagonist! Why be normal when you have the chance to become a real life superman! Follow Jiang Fei as he discovers a mysterious ring that allowed him to play a Hyper Realistic Immersive MMORPG call Dawn Break! As the thin line between game and reality is gradually blurred, Jiang Fei finds himself having to deal with the troubles that follow him everywhere he goes. This is a story revolving around a real-life cheat code! From zero to hero, follow Jiang Fei as his fascinating adventures unfold!

"We should have dinner first," Song Shijun suggested. He suddenly remembered something and looked at Mu Xiaoxiao, asking, "Xiaoxiao, why is Shaojie not here yet? Do you want to call him and ask where he is right now?"
Mu Xiaoxiao was also curious about why Yin Shaojie was still absent and thus made the call.
However, the cold voice of a woman rang out from the phone.
"The phone you have just dialed has been switched off. Please try again later…"
She became gloomy. "He's shut off his phone."
"Could it be that his phone is out of battery?" Song Shijun tried to help his friend explain it away.
Mu Xiaoxiao thought about it. It seemed possible, for her phone had run out of battery on the way here and she had to charge it in the car.
They had slept in the hospital the night before and not charged their phones. Their batteries were low, and his phone could have shut down easily from that.
However, Han Qiqing said, "If he's driving over, he can charge it up in the car."
Song Shijun spread his hands out and said, "It means that he's not driving over here!"
"How can he not notice that?" Han Qiqing asked.
Song Shijun teased, "Do you think that everyone's memory is as bad as yours? Also, Shaojie will definitely call Xiaoxiao if he's on the way. How can he let his phone be shut off? This means that he's still busy, to the point when he isn't aware that his phone has been shut off."
"What matter can be more important than Xiaoxiao?" Han Qiqing said unhappily.
Their conversation only made Mu Xiaoxiao feel more frustrated.
Mo Xiaomeng noticed Xiaoxiao's expression and said hurriedly, "Alright, stop guessing. Didn't we want to make water lanterns? Shall we go get the materials?"
Ye Sijue added, "Doesn't the courtyard have a table? Let's order some food. We can eat and make the water lanterns at the same time."
"This is a good idea!" Han Qiqing was the first one to agree.
Thus, the group bought some snacks, materials for making water lanterns, and ordered a few dishes from a grand hotel on the way back.
The materials for making water lanterns were simple and ready-made. Once the materials were assembled together, all that was left to do was to write a wish on it.
In the courtyard, after the buying trip.
Song Shijun took out some lanterns from somewhere and scattered them around, which made the atmosphere good.
Han Qiqing laughed till she was leaning on Mu Xiaoxiao's shoulder. "Haha, those who don't know better will think that it's Lunar New Year's! Look at those red lanterns! My goodness, where did you get them from, Shijun?"
Song Shijun rolled his eyes at her. "You just don't know how to appreciate them! Don't the lanterns look simple and unadorned? This gives off such a Chinese feel!"
"That's why I said it really looks like… New Year's!" Han Qiqing rose from Mu Xiaoxiao's shoulder. Cupping a fist with a hand, she said to him, "May you have a prosperous New Year! Give me a red packet!"
Song Shijun whacked her hands away. "Here's your spicy hot big red packet!"
Han Qiqing's hands were numb from his whack. She jumped up in a huff and said, "You jerk! You're going to die today! Stop right there!"
Thus, the two of them chased each other around the courtyard.
Mu Xiaoxiao and the other two looked at them and laughed, as though they were watching an entertainment show.
An hour later, the dishes arrived and the sun had finally set.
Song Shijun placed the lanterns around carefully, creating a nice atmosphere in the courtyard house.
This was Mo Xiaomeng's first experience with traditional culture. She liked it so much that she took lots of pictures, making Song Shijun very happy.


As childhood sweethearts, they were made to engage under the manipulations of their families. It involved having to to live in the same room and sleep together.

One night, she is accidentally made drunk, and in his delirium, he kisses her only to realize he enjoys it. From time to time, he would sneak a kiss on her, but his “crime” is eventually discovered in an accident. After being accused by her, he says with a smile, “You are my wife, why can’t I kiss you?”

The two people’s daily routine is full of bickering and mutual discrediting of each other.

Although he claims to disparage, he actually cares intensely about her. He feels crazily jealous when she is close to other men, to the point of tying her to his side, so that she becomes exclusively his.

Tags: Campus Love, Childhood Sweethearts, Pampering Romance

Xi Wan looked up at the back of the person who was being hugged by the crowd. "Who is she? "
"I don't know, she looks quite familiar. " He Min shook her head and looked at the back of the person. She was wearing grey-green fur, a pair of black leather pants, a pair of high-heeled boots, and a pair of sunglasses. Her hair was tied up with a water drill rubber band into a fluffy ball, and she was dressed very western He looked very much like a Korean female star. "Ah, the focus now is not on who she is, but what if she talks nonsense about us! "
"Oh, I remember now! " He Min remembered who this person was. "She is Han Zi, the captain of DF, a popular group in Korea. Now, she has been poached by Ziguang entertainment media and brought back to China. Speaking of which, she is senior Xiao Yinzheng's current junior sister. "
Xiao Yinzheng's recording contract was with Ziguang entertainment.
"Oh. " Xi Wan nodded. Although she did not know who it was, she had heard of this name before. After all, Han Zi's contract termination lawsuit had caused quite a stir a few days ago. In the end, her current agency had to pay a large sum of compensation to settle the dispute.
Speaking of which, most people had a culture of worshipping foreign countries, especially some young people. They thought that foreign countries were better than domestic ones. When they debuted abroad, they were international superstars. Their starting point and status were much higher than when they debuted domestically. They also thought that our Chinese people debuted abroad to win glory for our country. This was something to be very proud of.
In the eyes of the Chinese people, the artist who went abroad to debut was a hero who won glory for the country, and was highly respected. With many fans and fanatical fans, the artist's value naturally rose. Various resources took the initiative to offer him an olive branch, which made most of the domestic artists envious and jealous.
It was precisely because this kind of overseas debut looked high-class, easy to attract fans and attract money, which created batch after batch of Chinese people who were full of dreams of becoming stars. They traveled across the sea, went to foreign idol companies with strong packaging ability, and after they became popular, they quickly terminated their contracts and returned to the country.
Although they lost a sky-high termination fee, they would soon earn a lot of money.
Han Zi was not the only one, so naturally, she would not be the last.
He Min was anxious. "She shouldn't be spouting nonsense, right? It's all my fault. SOB, SOB, SOB, I won't spout nonsense anymore. "
At that time, Zheng Nuo came back from buying food. When he heard this sentence, he could not help but say, "If you know you love to spout nonsense, then don't say anything. "
He Min:"..."feeling guilty, she did not argue with him!
When they boarded the plane, Xi Wan realized that Han Zi and she were on the same plane, and their seats were across the aisle.
At that moment, her assistant was holding an slr camera and taking photos of her from all angles and positions. Even without the Flash, the clicking sound was quite disturbing.
The two didn't know each other, so they naturally didn't communicate.
When they got off the plane, it was already 11 o'clock at night. Han Zi walked in front, and her assistants followed closely like left and right guardians. People who didn't know would think that some international superstar was coming to China to participate in some event.
When Xi Wan left the airport, she realized that there were still a few fans waiting to pick her up. Most of them were 17 or 18-year-old boys and girls. They were holding signs and shouting "Han Zi, I love you" .
Xi Wan felt that she couldn't keep up with the current trend. It was already 11 o'clock at night, and it was drizzling in the middle of winter. How could there really be a child waiting to pick her up Didn't they know that this was a very dangerous thing Didn't their parents care about it?
But in the end, it was still the artist's own responsibility. If the artist didn't want his fans to take the risk to meet him, most of them wouldn't divulge their itinerary. After all, fans wouldn't know the whereabouts of their idols for no reason. Most of them were the person-in-charge of the artist and the fan. The Fan would then tell the fans below that our idols would appear at what time and where. Then, they would rush to the airport like a swarm of bees to pick them up.
Sometimes, there would be a lot of fans waiting to pick them up. The artistes'team would take a few more photos, and they would be able to write several different types of articles that would make it onto the headlines of all the major websites.
Xi Wan had already foreseen that there would definitely be a few articles tomorrow, such as "Han Zi's low-key appearance in Hangzhou in the dead of winter" , "Super Popular Idol Han Zi comes to Hangzhou, fans pick her up late at night" , and so on.
Xi Wan wore her sunglasses and hurried past with her head lowered.
He Min had been in the entertainment industry for a year. When she saw how popular Han Zi was, she could not help but curl her lips. "It doesn't make sense for that woman with her nostrils as her eyes to have so many fans! " Then, she looked at Xi Wan, who had her eyes closed for a short rest "We will definitely have more fans picking us up from the airport in the future. "
Xi Wan said calmly, "I don't like it. "
She did not like it in the past, and she would not like it now.
The airport was originally a part of public transport. There were a lot of passengers coming and going, and the security section was already under a lot of pressure. If the fans still came to pick them up, it would only disrupt the order of the public places. If the management was not good and any stampede happened, it would not be worth it.
That was why she never let her subordinates tell her fans about her schedule. Even so, there were still many crazy fans who stayed at the airport day and night, hoping to meet her, even if it was far away.
He Min pouted and stopped talking.
The next day, just as Xi Wan expected, many of Han Zi's articles were posted on the major web portals, such as "Han Zi comes to Hangzhou to record the goddess reality show. " "Han Zi is popular, her fans still pick her up late at night, " "Han Zi comes to Hangzhou in a low-key manner, without makeup to attract praise, " and other articles. The photos on them were obviously taken by her assistant, and they had been meticulously edited by the artists.
He Min scrolled through Weibo, but no one mentioned that Xi Wan was going to play Yao Guang. Instead, Han Zi's news dominated the list, and when she searched for the keyword "Jiang Xiwan, " most of them were pictures of her fans licking the screen. Her worried heart finally relaxed.
However, her worried heart relaxed too quickly.
The next day, there was a "Gossip Entertainment" marketing account that released a piece of news: It was confirmed that the female lead of "askance" would be taken by the newcomer Jiang Xiwan. Oh, I also heard that she was chosen Didn't you notice that Xiao Yinzheng had been paying attention to Jiang Xiwan since a long time ago?
As a result, all the major marketing accounts reposted the news and added fuel to the fire. There were also many marketing accounts that made it up out of thin air.
For example, "one week's news, " he said "I heard from insiders that Jiang Xiwan was too beautiful. Xiao Yinzheng wanted to pursue her, so he created a script for her to film and cultivate feelings for her. I hope she doesn't end up like Jin Tian. "
Another blogger said "As a little transparent Paparazzi in the industry, I got the news to shoot Han Zi the day before yesterday. I even took a photo of Jiang Xiwan. I realized that they didn't communicate the whole time. ". "I feel that she is quite arrogant. She didn't even greet senior when she got off the plane. " Then, he showed a picture Jiang Xiwan lowered her head and hurried past. Although she was wearing sunglasses and a thick scarf, if you didn't say who she was, no one would know at all.
These words were quite good. Black people had a strong sense of direction, but the words used on the surface were really beautiful.
The radical comments of the fans below could be imagined. For a moment, Xi Wan was once again pushed to the forefront.

REVENGE IN THE ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY!
COPYWRITER: In her previous life, she was a grand slam best actress, but she was tortured to death by her best friend. Before she died, she was unwilling to accept it. Fortunately, the heavens were hanging down on her, and she was possessed by a fourth-year media girl. Therefore, with hatred, she started from the bottom step by step, and climbed to the top again. She was proud and outstanding!
About Love: In her previous life, she was moved by Jin Zhu, and she died a miserable death.
In this life, meeting him was both her life and career. He was both her benefactor and her benefactor. She was unmoved and unmoved. She stuck to her original heart. In the end, it made him angry: Jiang Xiwan, do you have a heart or not He thought that he would leave her, but unexpectedly, he doted on her even more. He even racked his brains to create a "human life" ... ...
In the world of mortals, it was a touch of brilliance. Believe it, it was there. If you don't believe it, it was also there.
Group number: 486914513. Welcome to the group to play.

Aboard the Vikings, Cao Qingci had been analyzing the intelligence report meticulously all along, as if filtering for the information she needed.
Meanwhile, Chen Zuan, Cheng Qiuqiao and Han You had already become used to her quiet nature.
Han You was a new member, but a talented one. Despite his Class B aptitude, he had accomplished multiple military achievements along the national border. Like Gao Shenyin, he was also a bellicose man.
Before the start of the mission, Han You had the stereotype that all Class A aptitude geniuses were merely spoiled elites, and that only people like him, who grew up in hardships, could shoulder the future responsibilities of the Heavenly Network. However, he soon realized the difference between the geniuses and himself, because the former had always been partaking in dangerous missions and only the cream of the elites could survive.
Han You was confused. "Brother Zuan, who's that Brother Shu you are talking about? Do all of you know him? Is he a Class A aptitude genius too?"
Cheng Qiuqiao was stunned. "Have you not heard of Brother Shu?"
"Well.. Sounds familiar to me." Actually, Han You had wanted to say, who is he? Why must I know him? But judging from Cheng Qiuqiao's face, it seemed like a shame to not know the person.
Cheng Qiuqiao slapped his forehead in realization. "Oh right, his stories in the Lop Nur remains are not released to the public. But you've probably seen him before. He's the captain of the Flood of Bronze!"
Han You was dumbfounded. "OMG!"
The Flood of Bronze had been dismissed right after the closure of the remains, but its legend lived on in the Daoyuan Class.
Nowadays, their fame was almost comparable to that of Class A geniuses. They were a bunch of annoying yet strong people, who would come to rescue whoever was in danger in the remains.
"So it's him," Han You said, feeling excited, "Are you close? Can you introduce me to him?"
Lying on the deck chair, Chen Zuan gazed into the sky melancholy. "I wanted to. But he, our team leader, has eloped with his girl…"
"All forces on the island are after him now," Cheng Qiuqiao said, "I'm not even sure whether he can live until we arrive. Speaking of which, we won't be of much help anyway. If Brother Shu can't settle it, neither can we…"
He glanced at Cao Qingci, expecting her reaction.
By then, Lu Shu was an official Class B, but Cheng Qiuqiao believed that Cao Qingci had attained a similar state too.
In spite of their similar aptitudes, it was commonly thought that Cao Qingci was special as compared to other Class A geniuses. There were a few others like her too, and they were called "super geniuses" in secret.
They had earned their title through their supreme performance during missions and training.
Chen Zuan continued looking up at the sky. "It might be too late by the time we arrive. Why didn't Brother Shu wait for us? He has made tens of thousands of enemies now. Although it sounds sad, who else in our generation can be compared to him? It's no exaggeration to say that he's the strongest in the world, only second to the Heavenly Kings."
At this moment, Cao Qingci suddenly stood up. She said, "We jump into the sea."
Chen Zuan was shocked. "Are you insane? Why must we jump into the sea?"
"It'll take some time for the Vikings to even reach Holland. But we'll save a lot of time by entering the Mediterranean straight from the Strait of Gibraltar and swimming to Sardinia," replied Cao Qingci calmly, "The shortest distance between two points is a straight line."
Chen Zuan was dumbfounded. "I understand your logic. But that means we have to swim over 200km!"
"Is it that hard?" Cao Qingci asked, expressionless. She had already started to pack up her stuff. "I can keep your luggage in my invisible storage equipment. My military rank is only lower than Lu Shu's. Now, I am in command. So, move."
She was not joking!
"What if I tell you that I can't swim?" Chen Zuan asked carefully.
In the next instant, he was lifted up by his collar. Then, he was thrown into the sea, by an immense force much stronger than what a Class C should possess.
"AHH!"
Flop!
All passengers on the cruise ship circled around the railing to see what was happening. Han You and Cheng Qiuqiao looked at each other in hesitation. When Cao Qingci shot them a cold look, Cheng Qiuqiao yielded immediately. "We'll jump down ourselves…"
Having packed up all the items, Cao Qingci looked into the distance towards Sardinia. There was a trace of worry in her eyes. Although it sounded cool to fight against tens of thousands of enemies, Lu Shu must be in danger. She hoped it was not too late yet.
After a whole day of swimming, the coastline was finally within their sight. Chen Zuan felt that his limbs were getting pale and swollen due to the long time in water.
"Finally!" Chen Zuan was ecstatic. 24 hours of mechanical swimming was no joke.
After they came ashore, Cao Qingci asked a passer-by in English, "Is this Sardinia?"
Confused, the person replied, "This is Corsica. Sardinia is in the south…"
Chen Zuan drew a startled breath. He looked at Cao Qingci and complained, "It's true that the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. But you weren't going in a straight line ahhHHHH…" Flop!
Cheng Qiuqiao and Han You squeezed out a flattering smile. "We'll jump. We'll jump…"
Corsica was not too far away from Sardinia. Thus, provided that they were heading in the correct direction, they would reach Olbia, the northern city of Sardinia, in one hour!
...
In the meantime, Lu Shu and Coral were sitting on a truck. To his surprise, there were intercoms installed on the trucks, as though they were a fleet for an organization.
The ice-cream vendor glimpsed at him and smiled. "Long-distance goods delivery is very boring. Thus, we got the intercoms for relaxation. We can talk or even sing to one another to kill time."
That was the local culture here. All of the Sardinia residents were happy because they could find happiness in their everyday lives. World peace would have been within reach if everyone in this world could be like them.
Some people would argue that it was Cartel's protection that gave them the luxury of constant happiness. But Lu Shu disagreed. It was like the age-old question, which one preceded the other, the chicken or the egg? Cartel was also part of the local population. That was why their members were happy, although they appeared strange to the outside world.
"Young man, can you sing a Chinese song for us? We all like the Eastern culture. It's so mysterious," the ice-cream vendor asked, smiling. Over the intercoms, the other drivers echoed his request. Even Coral looked at Lu Shu, her face full of expectation.
But Lu Shu had never sung any songs other than Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, because he did not have time for hobbies in the past. Yet, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star was too childish for his age. Under Coral's anticipating gaze, Lu Shu hesitated and started singing, "You live on the Loess Highland, your dad is your mom's cousin…"
They knew that his lyrics were all wrong, but they still listened for the fun of it. Finally, the fleet arrived in Olbia amidst their laughter and singing.
The sky was clear. It was 3.14 p.m.. When they stepped into Olbia, Lu Shu suddenly sensed danger in the air. As expected, they were there.
...


Magical energy has come to this world; Lu Shu could only stare as one powerhouse after another appear.

Looking at his own peculiar ability, he exhaled a breath of cold air.

Dog balls!

...

This is a story of how Lu Shu used poisonous chicken soup to become the Demon King

Translator Synopsis:

This is the story of an orphan, Lu Shu. He is not any regular orphan, but a metahuman experiencing the changes in himself, his country and the world during the dawn of the magical era. Watch as Lu Shu embarks on a journey to hone his peculiar abilities together with his sister, the adorable and charismatic Lu Xiaoyu. Along the way, they’ll encounter supernatural events, obstacles and even the most powerful people in their country. How will Lu Shu make the best of his abilities and oust his never-ending list of rivals and opponents?

Cha In-soo and the security guard team could get out of Xinjiang Uyghur after visiting a training camp in Tarim Basin at the end and could rest at the Tibetan training camp in the Kunlun Mountains, Tibet, which was near the Pamir Plateau.
While traveling to Tibet, they conducted some operations, such as attacking the oil field near the Taklamakan, to turn the eyes of Chinese forces from tracking down Uyghur camps.
When the oil field was attacked, the Chinese government's operation to root out Uyghur militias seemed to flinch, but it was only for a moment.
The battle between the Chinese forces and the militias continued without ceasing.
The militias used to be busy running away from the Chinese forces before, but they now showed bold moves like attacking battalion-size troops unhesitatingly, which startled the Chinese side. Not only that, but they also showed strategies and firepower equal to that of a regular army.
No matter how many troops were mobilized, it was difficult to root out the militias appearing and vanishing out of nowhere in the mountains with their guerrilla warfare.

The performance of Tibetan armed militias was no less than that of the Uyghur militias.
They were playing the Chinese forces that were not yet adapted to the environment of the highlands with their guerrilla warfare.
Moreover, with the joining of Cha In-soo's private military company's mercenaries, they were winning against the Chinese forces.
Originally, the mercenaries were to be in charge of the logistics only, but they soon became in charge of training the militias, but now their scope of activities was expanded to directly participating in battles.
It was because the local militias they trained were greatly defeated initially, so they had to step forward to show how everything was done.
When the warriors that were specially trained joined, victories from here and there began to be shouted out though they were small-scale battles.


The most outstanding place was the Southwestern Tibet.
It was where so many people were sacrificed from the end of the '50s and the beginning of the '60s due to public uprising.
As the voluntary militias there were highly motivated, they performed amazingly when weapons and training were given. They attacked the Chinese troops and police without fear to repay the past sufferings.
It seemed Tibetans had been compliant with the Chinese government's policies, but it turned out they were more fierce than the Uyghur militias.


Since the armed struggles began, there had been many casualties from the Chinese side as well as the militias' side.
It was indeed overwhelming to fight against the forces of the Chinese Army with the militias who only trained for a week or two.
Nonetheless, the reason that they were able to fight equally against the enemy was their will of freedom that did not fear death.
They felt ashamed that they bowed down to the Chinese government's oppression for the past 60 years. As the Western countries and Kazakhstan were fully supporting them, it was their last chance to be independent.
Their identity as a nation was becoming unclear. As they would have to live as Chinese forever at this rate, they were fighting viciously.


"It looks like the sacrifice of the militiamen is too much. Aren't they overdoing it?"


Although no battle could end with zero casualties, Cha In-soo wanted the militiamen to do it moderately as it was such a waste to lose men who could use weapons.
The already outnumbered militiamen were decreasing and the gap was getting bigger.


"No matter how much we warn them, they become reckless when in battle. When their comrades are down or killed, they rush to the enemy without hesitating."


The employee of Cha In-soo's military company shook his head as he explained.
Despite their short training period, their will was stronger than any other regular soldiers.
Their reckless and daredevil-like attacks were able to intimidate the Chinese troops so far.


"What about their families? They will blame us to have overly driven them when they're dead."

"That's not true. There had been women volunteers who applied to become a militia to avenge their relatives. They don't blame us."

"Even women are applying?"

"Their number is increasing, so many people are applying that we got complaints from the farming industry that there are not enough left to farm. In rural areas, people don't even have enough food to get by. I think we should supply even combat rations."

"Did you request assistance from the headquarters?"

"They said they sent a plane, but the quantity won't be enough. They can only send so much by a propeller plane."


It was a lean year in Tibet last year, Tibetans were suffering poverty as the Chinese government did not provide food supplies. Moreover, Chinese troops were even intentionally burning crops.
It was intended to stop food supplies to the militias, but it became a crucial reason that allowed Tibetans to turn their backs on China.


***


"Man, is this dude determined to live in Tibet forever? And why is he asking to send so many combat rations?"


Youngho, who was reading the combat ration request lifted his head.


"I told you not to let him go alone. You thought In-soo would come back soon as it was planned with his personality? If I were with him, I would've dragged In-soo back home after spending a reasonable time looking around."


Park Jong-il had a long face as he also wanted to go with In-soo from the first place.


"Oh, I doubt that. You two think you are still in your 20s, but just know that you'd be a burden to the young people."


As Youngho snapped, Jong-il changed the subject.


"So, what do we do with the starving people from the shortage of food? Shouldn't we inform the global society and get assistance?"

"Who will step up freely? Everyone's afraid of losing China's favor."


The U.S. was giving financial aid only, but it was hard to expect Europe's participation in the independence of Uyghurs or Tibetans. It was because there would be economic damage if countries lost commerce with China.


"They won't get anything when the Uyghurs and Tibetans become independent in the future."


Xinjiang Uyghur and Tibet had abundant underground resources, so if they became independent, many countries would be interested in them.


"That's for later. First, find a way to send combat food. Get help from the US CIA if you can."

"The US CIA only needs to pay. We've got enough quantity here."

"There would be too much loss if we send them by plane."


Planes were under anti-aircrafts guns, and many times, supplies were damaged and lost.


"I'd like to mobilize nomadic people. What do you think?"

"How much can the nomads carry? Also, would Chinese troops overlook them?"

"We've been able to keep our exchanges with the local militias because of the nomadic people who were adapted to the alpine region. Besides, neither the Chinese troops know the routes that are used by the nomads nor they were accessible by vehicles. It's hard to even breathe, so how can the Chinese troops endure it?"


Most of the Tibetan territory was not developed and many of them were uninhabitable.
Two-thirds of the territory had an elevation of 4500 meters, so even the oxygen was thin.
Nomadic people who had adapted to living in such sterile areas still lived grazing their livestock. Tibet was a hard place to be active for people who had not been adapted to the alpine region.
It seemed possible to use the nomadic people for logistical reasons.


"Can they digest the amount needed for Tibetans?"

"If we give enough money, we'd be more than welcome. We'll at least have to try."

"Then we can also utilize the nomadic people around Xinjiang Uyghur as well."

"If we have success in Tibet, we shall do that."

"All right. I'm going to operate the combat ration factories all over the country at their full capacity, and you can recruit nomadic people to be in charge of logistics."


Regardless of the quantity of the supplies, it was a job to give hope to Tibetans and to show a willingness to help them until they achieved independence. It was an encouragement reward.


***


It was decided that the supplies and food would be moved by the nomadic people.
Although not a large quantity was transported at a time, when they were supplied to Tibet through the Pamir Plateau, Tajikistan, it allowed a breathing room for the people, giving them hope.
Such hope soon turned into anger toward the Chinese government.
It was because a rumor was spread that the Chinese government was planning to wipe out Tibetans. It was because it had burned Tibetan crops, which was a huge mistake.
Then the world media began criticizing its inhumane conduct, saying that it was the holocaust of the 21st century.
Regardless of independence, as Tibetan people who were struggling with a shortage of food, all joined the protest against China.
As a result, a suicide bombing terrorism occurred. Some people chose death over ethnic annihilation.


On the other hand, Chinese who had been dominating markets in Tibet were suffering, too.
Violence against the Chinese in the streets continued and the stores and restaurants run by Chinese were frequently burned down.
The rage of Tibetans was going extremes and out of control.
This movement was soon spread to ethnic minority groups in Western China.  
Although they were minor ethnic groups, they were more than Uyghurs or Tibetans in number.
As minor ethnic people acted out, the Chinese government was embarrassed.
They had been thought to have been assimilated into the Chinese culture, but it was not true.
They were forced to adapt to Han people's culture under the disguise of the government's positive discrimination policy.
It was good news to Youngho because when the Chinese government's focus was divided, the independence struggles in Xinjiang Uyghur and Tibetan would not be as difficult as before.
However, the problem was that the method of the independence struggle was corrupted.
Youngho and Park Jong-il was contemplating over the issue of terrorism. 


"We should refrain from terrorism as much as possible if we want to be recognized by the global community… At this rate, they'd be treated as radical Islamists or Buddhists."

"There's nothing like terrorism to let the world know China's ethnic obliterate policy. They're only doing this against the Chinese military and police, so that's a relief."

"Please don't allow any terrorism against civilians."

"Don't worry. They're acting rationally at least for now."

"Well, I think the situation is ripe. Consider sending the Royal Bodyguards there."

"We should disguise them as mercenaries, right?"

Empire of the Ring is a Korean modern fantasy epic adventure novel that sets in the nations of the Caucasus mountain range which separates Europe and Asia. The nations of Caucasus are regions of many conflicts over territories, ethnicities, and religions. The story begins as Lee Youngho, a warm-hearted Korean merchandiser, takes a business trip to a disputed territory of the Caucasus nations to sell Korean unmanned security systems only to get misconstrued as a spy and caught by Armenian militia. Youngho eventually gets involved with the militia and CIA to help out people of the regions from conflicts and works toward a birth of a new empire in Caucasus.

This is an ongoing novel from Korea with more than 750 chapters as of today. The pace can feel a little bit slow in the beginning but as the story unfolds, you will be drawn into the world of Caucasus. If you are a modern fantasy/adventure lover, you will enjoy learning about different regions and cultures in Eurasia and Eastern Europe as Youngho travels around the places. Happy reading! 

*Disclaimer: The following contains depictions of religion and ethnic disputes. We do not support the author's views, we are only translating and editing the novel. This fictional novel is inspired by real-world people, places, and events — the author has taken these people, places, and events and embellished them as characters with conversations and backgrounds as done in fiction.

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