one day Mar name boy was called by his friend because his uncle sent his a gift. 
and that gift was lamp bit lamp turn out to be magical lamp and a genie came out and gave Mar friend 3 wish. 
and because of that three wish. Mar now turned into a girl. 
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What!? you want more details information.  then read chapter 1.

although I don't know is I should give tags. 
but oh well. 

Tags :-  supernatural, subplot romance (maybe),  video Game, competitive, highschool life, No-harm and impregnation(maybe in future ?)......
okay okay.... final is slice of life too.... 

okay just enjoy.

While Ren is planning what to do in the barren lands, he remembered the all-purpose hoe he received from the God. So he tried to search for it and found it lying under his bed.

When he grabbed the hoe, a panel appeared in front of him.

[Welcome to the interdimensional market.]

Those words greeted him and he is shocked because he saw a floating panel in front of him.

"D-do you see this?" Asked the shocked Ren.

"Yeah I could see it." Yoruichi said.

[Would you like a beginner's crash course of the market?] The panel asked.

"Yes." He said and a voice spoke through the head of the two.
 
It told them the basics of the trading system. You could put up items for sale or auction. You could buy items in the panel as well, there are also designated sub-panels if you want specific items. 

There are also trade panel where you can trade item for an item. There is even chat box where you can speak with the owner of the item through telepathy. 

The market also doesn't allow scamming because doing so will cost your life and the items you are trying to sell and the item you scammed will be given to the opposite party. (It is like the trading house of Dragon Nest but with trade boxes and chat boxes.)

[What would your community name would be?] It said and another blank panel appeared.

After thinking for a while, he just puts in his name.


[Invalid the name's already taken]

"Err. What do you think I should put in?" Ren asked Yoruichi.

"How should I know? Just put whatever you want." He said.

"Hmmm. Ren101? Uhhh invalid.... Ren001... invalid again... Ren123456... Invalid as well? FarmerRen. Oh. It got accepted." Ren heaved a sigh of relief after the community name got accepted.

After his community name got accepted, he then stared at the massive panel in front of him and there's a blinking notification in the corner of the panel as he clicked on it.

[You have a trade offer. (Accept) (Decline)] 

"Oh, someone sent me a trade offer. Accept."

A panel opened up with two windows. One of then is his and the other one, when Ren looked at who wants to trade to him, it was the overseer.

"You have finally joined the community." The overseer said.

"Its you again. Did you do something to me again? My head's a mess and I can't remember a single damn thing!" Ren sent his thoughts to the overseer.

"It was an accident. I didn't do anything at all." The overseer said.

"Anyway, since you have finally made it to the market, I'm giving this to you. I didn't give it to you earlier because you don't have any storage bags or rings at that time." The overseer said and a book appeared in the overseers trade window. When he put his fingers on that book, another panel appeared as it showed what book it is.

"Farming101? You're a God, right? Why don't you just transfer the knowledge to me?" Ren asked.

"Why should I? I don't gain anything with that trade. You get this book from me for free because it is inappropriate to send you with a book. If you want more you have to give me something of equal value. Its should be a basic rule especially for an alchemist like you." He said.

"Fine. I have already clicked accept. Lock it from your side." Ren said and didn't say anymore because he doesn't know the price of trading with the overseer and he doesn't know the prices of the goods up for sale as well.

The overseer locked and accepted the trade and a panel appeared saying that the trade was successful and before the overseer disconnected, Ren asked him since he knows a lot more than him plus his memory is basically gone because of another accident.

"If I ask a question is there a payment?" Ren asked.

"Of course. A question is 100 points each." He said and Ren disconnected from the overseer.

Ren then claimed the traded item and a book appeared in front of him and he grabbed it. He doesn't want to focus on getting seeds right now because basically, he's a beginner in terms of growing crops.

"Is that the book, that guy gave you?" Yoruichi asked.

"Yep. Looks like I have to read this from now on to at least have some basic knowledge on farming." Ren said as he opened the book.

What he saw inside is a table of content. The book was split into three sections, basics of farming, what you need to know about the land, and lastly, crops.

Ren didn't think twice and immediately flipped through until he reached the second section, about the land. He tried reading it from the start.

"Land pollution refers to all forms of pollution affecting any type of soil: agricultural, forestry, urban, etc. Soil pollution is a disruptive element for many biological resources and ecosystem..." Ren read through the book and finally found his answer.

"To cure land poisoning, you must extract the poison or chemicals from the ground. There are two ways to solve land poisoning, the long way, and the short way. The long way consists of taking a land sample and studying it and trying to find out something that would counteract the poison within the land. Or you could use the short way, just pour a drop of sap of rejuvenation into the land to purify it to the roots." Although Ren had found his answers, he still continued reading it for hours. 

Yoruichi just lied down on his bed, not seemingly bothered about Ren who keeps on reading as he lit a lamp and continued reading the book.

After reading for hours, he felt tired. He didn't feel hungry because he's eating the fruits they gave him while reading.

Ren finally decided to call it a night as he blew on the flickering light of the lamp and laid down as he closed his eyes to sleep.

Meanwhile, after confirming that Ren has slept, Yoruichi on the other hand transformed into a slender and well-endowed woman of average height. She has dark skin, golden irises, and black hair. She took one spare clothes of Ren from the table and their size exactly fit each other. 

She then continued jumping all around mount Myoboku. Yoruichi is currently mapping the entire area out. There are three points of interest for Yoruichi at the moment. A cave entrance, Toad Town, and the elder's house. But Yoruichi's curiosity led her to enter the cave entrance.

She cautiously entered the are and so far she didn't see or feel anything dangerous at the moment. When she reached the end of the cave, she saw a huge toad sitting in a high chair with waterfall in his back.

"What can I do for you little cat?" Asked the Great toad sage.

"Looks like you really can see the future." Said Yoruichi.

"Indeed. Although what I can see is only bits and pieces of it." He said.

"Tell me about this world. What are these things I perceive floating in the air?" Yoruichi asked for information.

"You are indeed not from these world. I don't think you're from Kaguya's clan. The boy isn't either." The great toad sage said in amusement.

The great toad sage then obliged as he told Yoruichi about chakra and shinobis but he didn't tell about chakra's origins and the nature chakra. 

He could tell that Yoruichi is perceiving nature chakra but he didn't tell her because simply absorbing them without any form of training could be deadly to anyone.

"Telling all this information, what's in it for you?" Yoruichi asked.

"The boy that's been with you might bring destruction or save this land from impending doom. I wish for you to guide him through the latter." He said. When he tried to see Ren's future, he saw two dreams, the first one is Ren sitting cross legged on the chakra fruit tree and is waiting for it to ripen while the second dream is blurry he can't see much the only thing he saw is Ren emitting light under such dark sky.

Hearing the great toad sage, Yoruichi can't stop laughing as she laughed hearing the Great Toad Sage's request.

"Ahhh, sorry. Its just that I find it funny. You think a mere prediction of the future can depict the path Ren will walk into? He will walk his own path with or without anyone's guidance. He might be naive at first glance because he lost majority of his memories but his instincts guides him on what he wants to do and what he doesn't." Yoruichi said as she went out of the cave and return to Ren's house.
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Somewhere in a dark place.

"So who are you, old man and what can I do for you?" Ren asked the floating old man in front of him.

"Fret not, child. My name is Hagoromo, the founder of ninshu." The old man said as he introduced himself.

"You said you want to be immortal? I can help you with that. I have the elixir of life processed from the sap of Tree of Life." 

"Oh, you also want me to provide some corpse? I can help you with that. You see that tree over there? My killer tree over there has managed to kill so many thieves who were aiming for my garden."

"You want me to provide you with meat for your village? Sure, I've got tons of magic beasts being guarded by my pet."

"Oh, you want to kill me to take everything I have? I have a seed that can take all the nutrients of the land in your village leaving it barren."

"My background? I'm just a farmer. Farming in this land. Don't mind me. Look, i'm just planting seeds over here."

A man transported to another world after dying from bad luck. Instead of showing who's fist is bigger or who's d*ck is longer, he decided to not meddle on everything and built a farm for himself.

I woke up the next day in a different world. I was lying on a sofa in a room with log walls. The window at my feet was speckled with raindrops. But the rain had stopped: I could hear trees rustling outside, and the cries of seagulls circling over the shore of the island.

I had been sleeping in my clothes, and they felt hot and clingy. I threw the blanket off myself and over the sofa's backrest and sat up, rubbing my face. There was a low coffee table in front of the sofa. It was decorated with with an overflowing tin ashtray, an empty pack of Rothmans, a booklet of matches that had just one bent match, and a half-full bottle of Kokanee True Ale. My mouth tasted horrible, so I reached for the beer and made it taste even worse.

I got up and went into the open kitchen and drank some water at the kitchen sink. I remembered dimly that Harry had told me to conserve water: it came from a tank that collected the rainwater from the roof. From what I'd seen of the weather so far, there was no danger of a water shortage.

I filled the kettle and put it on the gas stove and got it going. The coffee was in plain view, a square, squashed pack of Maxwell's on the kitchen counter, and so was the sugar. It was kept in an ornate pewter pot with sculpted handles. Tossing the kitchen matchbox up and down, I went to get a fresh packet of cigarettes.

It took me a while to locate my bag in the living room - I had slid it behind the sofa. I wondered why I'd gone to the trouble of moving the sofa and squeezing the bag in against the wall. I pulled it out and pushed the sofa against the wall and it was only when I'd unzipped the bag that I remembered there was a million-dollar stolen painting hidden inside.

After I'd made myself a coffee and emptied the ashtray, I sat down on the sofa with a foot pressed against my precious bag and began the laborious process of getting a bearing on my situation.

The house I was in consisted of a big room with an open kitchen at the back. There was a rudimentary bathroom next to the kitchen: an ancient shower cabin and a chemical toilet. Entering this bathroom involved bending in half to fit under the ladder-like stairs that led to a large bedroom. When we'd arrived at the house the previous afternoon, Harry made it plain that the bedroom was his very own, very private preserve. The Yale lock on the door emphasized the point.

Harry explained this along with several other things to me while we drank half a dozen bottles of Kokanee True Ale and smoked the last of his excellent Lebanese blond hash. Among others, I learned that the girls I had seen him with when we first met at the A&W were no-one special. He'd met them in the warehouse in Gastown, they were American, they'd gone back to Seattle after traveling to Vancouver with a couple of boyfriends who were draft-dodgers seeking shelter in Canada.

I also got a bunch of instructions. While staying at the house, I was to keep a low profile. Fishing off the pier was okay, but no waving to boats passing by and making friendly with their crews. Shitting was best done in the woods, unless it was freezing and I was really pressed. There was small sapper's shovel by the entrance I could use to dig a hole; it was important to cover up the hole well when finished, preferably throwing a dead branch over the spot to mark it as used.

Harry also made it clear that although there was a gas-powered generator, we were to use it as little as possible. The fridge functioned as an airtight cupboard. There were a couple of Coleman lights and an antique kerosene lamp, and I could also light a fire in the fireplace, provided I collected enough firewood first. There was a ton od dead branches lying around in the forest, and the occasional piece of driftwood on the shore. Did I know how to sharpen an ax? The whetting stone and the ax and a bunch of tools were kept in a storage box by the side of the house, next to a chopping block.

It was pretty clear that staying on the island would mean getting a taste of the good old pioneer life. In addition, we would be working pretty hard once the pot harvest started in earnest. All in all, I would be pretty busy. Was I okay with that?

I'd said that yeah, I was okay with that. I told Harry I didn't want to have time on my hands, time to think too much. Then I really opened up to him, and over consecutive beers I told him pretty much everything except for the museum robbery, and Peter Schmidt. I even told him about Tracy and the Montrose. He really enjoyed that.

It made him trust me enough to reveal that there two guns in the house - a .22 varmint rifle with a scope, and an ancient double-barreled shotgun. Both were locked in Harry's room, but if it made me feel better he could leave the shotgun and a box of shells out in the front room. I'd said no thanks, but as I was thinking about that part of our conversation I saw that the shotgun was standing propped up against the wall in the far front corner of the room.

I got up to take a closer look. It was ancient all right: it had been made by Purdey & Sons in London, 1912. There was a yellow cardboard box of shells on the casual table next to the gun. I broke the gun to see whether it was loaded. It wasn't. I put the empty shotgun back where Harry had left it.

I finished my coffee and made myself another one and did a bit of exploring around the house, excluding Harry's room. The kitchen cupboards were full of packaged food, tons of cans and boxes and bags, enough to survive for the entire winter. Harry had told me that fresh food on the island was limited to the weekly haul of groceries brought in from the mainland. Apart from that, there were only berries and mushrooms from the forest and fish caught in the bay, mostly herring and ocean perch.

It looked as if this was going to be a very different experience from staying at Roch's family cottage by the lake. But funnily enough, when Harry had finished giving me the lowdown on everything, he said:
"I'll be splitting soon. Got stuff to do in the city, and tomorrow I'll be at my parents' place. You know, family dinner and shit."

I couldn't help it; I started giggling, maybe also because of the hash. Everyone around was having Sunday dinners with their parents. I seemed to be the sole exception.
"Yeah," I'd said, when I'd finished giggling. "I understand."
"Great. And hey, I'll bringing in groceries for the week on Monday. You'd better tell me right now what you need, like cigarettes or whatever. But hey - no serious booze. We drink nothing but beer here, and not too much of that. You fuck around with fire all the time, you want to stay sober."
"Getting high is all right?"
"Man," Harry had said, grinning, "I'm at my most sober when I'm stoned."
"Yeah," I'd lied, "I'm that way too."
"Great. Great! You know something, when I saw you in that burger joint, I just fucking knew you were a twin soul. I knew it, man."

He must have meant it. He wouldn't have left me a gun plus ammunition otherwise. It was nice to feel so trustworthy, right after killing someone.

After I'd explored everything there was to explore in and around the house, I sat down to examine the newspapers I'd bought the previous day. I spent several hours with those newspapers. I quickly found out there was absolutely no mention of any deaths on the highway, not even a car crash or some other accident. Then I spent several hours reading the retail ads and the classifieds and thinking about what I'd read. I'd developed that habit while being thrown all around Europe with my diplomatic dad. Reading the ads, especially the classifieds, gives a good feel for the place you're in. It basically provides an overview of what's going on.

I had munched on my biscuits and salami while looking through the papers, but by the late afternoon I was ready for a proper meal. I had rice with a can of mixed vegetables: it was tasteless but filling. I spent some time examining the three fishing rods that were on display in a cabinet near the front door. There were books on the shelves near the stairs, and before it got dark I managed to pick out a couple to keep me entertained. I chose Lust for Life by Irving Stone and The Young Lions by Irwin Shaw; I.S., all the way.

I had read Lust for Life earlier: it's about van Gogh's life, more precisely about how life shafted him left, right, and center, causing him to lose his mind and eventually commit suicide. Of course nowadays he's recognized as a genius and his paintings cost the earth. If there's an afterlife, van Gogh probably feels he got a good deal: an unhappy life is a good trade for an eternity of great success. It's a shitty deal though when you aren't around to enjoy that success, and most likely there is no afterlife. Well, you make your choices and you take your chances, as they say.

I hadn't read The Young Lions so I got going on that once I'd lit the kerosene lamp. It turned out to be fucking good and I kept reading it until my eyes lodged a formal protest. The flame in the lamp kept flickering no matter how many and what adjustments I made to the wick.

It was around eleven at night by then, and I smoked a final cigarette congratulating myself on the fact that Canada wasn't involved in a war, and had no conscription. Fighting might be fun for some people but it accounts only for a tiny percentage of time spent in the military. The remaining time, 99% or more, is spent waiting for the fighting while living the military life, and military life is extremely shitty. It's no wonder soldiers are more than ready to kill people, simply being in the military makes you want to kill people because of all the hardships and bullshit you have to endure.

I was in no danger of being forced into that, which was great. On the other hand, I was in great danger of being forced to live in jail, and life in jail was much worse than the shittiest life in the military.

I tossed and turned for a long time before I fell asleep.

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On the 10th of August, 1972, almost exactly ten months after my eighteenth birthday, I left my home and cut all ties with my family. This is the story of what happened next: to me, to people I knew, and to the world.

NOTE: All of the characters in this story are fictitious; however, many of the events described really took place. One of these, the  Montreal Museum of Fine Arts robbery in 1972, was the greatest theft of art in Canadian history.
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A Senior Apprentice Sister like an insane killer.

That was Lu Sheng's first impression of White Face.

As he followed Song Zi'an forward into the cave, the cave began to slope downwards. Strangely, however, the water between the gaps in the stone still flowed towards the mouth of the cave.

"Don't touch the stream under our feet. It's lethal poison… even we… can't resist it," Song Zi'an reminded ominously.

"Mm." Lu Sheng nodded. Actually, without his reminder, Lu Sheng himself had already noticed the source of the stream.

On the right side in the cave, a giant single-horned black python lay in slumber, its huge mouth unconsciously wide agape. Massive volumes of thick, viscous saliva were dripping out of the corner of its mouth.

As the saliva flowed away from the black python, however, it inexplicably became diluted. What began with the width of an arm was a small river in the distance, multiplying in volume until it filled the gaps between the stones.

"This is the guardian of the Sect—Mi. You can call her Miss Mi," Song Zi'an introduced. "But Miss Mi is deep in sleep most of the time, and flies into rage each time she wakes. Best not to be too near, lest you be eaten."

Lu Sheng nodded, at a loss for words.

They continued forward. After the time it took to brew a pot of tea, they finally caught sight of a glimmer of light ahead. The massive face of a rock wall soon emerged in Lu Sheng's view.

It was a gargantuan and brightly lit stone wall, riddled with caves carved into the face of the wall, packed densely together like a beehive. Each cave was sealed by a stone door and seemed to be inhabitable.

A rugged stone pillar stood before the rock wall, with a massive blood-colored symbol painted on it. In the darkness, the pillar released a gloomy, melancholic, and bloodthirsty glow.

"This is the central zone of our sect. All these caves are inhabitable. You will have to pick one and settle down in it. On top of that, the Sect is now governed by the Grand Elder. Let me lead you to him now," Song Zi'an explained.

Lu Sheng nodded. "I'll trouble you then."

Both of them followed the steps on the stairs to the right of the rock wall all the way up. Lu Sheng clearly sensed an immense power monitoring and scanning every inch of earth in the cave ever since he had entered, much like in White Bell City.

It was an immensely profound force, unfathomably deep. The moment he stepped on the flight of stone stairs, he felt as if he had walked into an extremely viscous sea of sludge; pressure weighed down on him all over his body and even the circulation of inner Qi within him was impeded.

"Oh, right. This place is under the protection and suppression of the sect's Divine Weapon shard. You may feel uncomfortable here, but it'll get better once you get used to it," Song Zi'an explained again.

Lu Sheng did not say a word; he merely nodded to indicate his comprehension.

The two of them continued up the stairs until they reached the topmost row of caves in the stone wall. They came to a halt before the most central cave.

"Dong Dong Dong."

Song Zi'an knocked on the stone door.

"Come in." The clear but deep voice of an elderly man rang out from within.

Slowly, the stone door shifted aside and Song Zi'an led Lu Sheng into the cave.

A warm yellow candle glow lit up the interior of the cave. The insides of the cave were lined with yellow candlesticks. Yellow wooden tables and chairs were scattered around the room. A soft white carpet lay under their feet and several clean white robes were hung on the wall.

An ancient man with a face wrinkled like bark was seated behind the table, slowly reading a paper book.

"I've brought him here, Grand Elder," Song Zi'an said loudly.

"You've worked hard, Zi'an." The old man lifted his head with a smile, his murky eyes landing on Lu Sheng.

"Welcome, young brother Lu. If you've made up your mind to stay, you can take your pick along the caves and settle down in it. Just stay for a night, and we'll take it that you've confirmed your decision."

"I've confirmed my decision to stay," Lu Sheng said placidly.

"Very well then. I'm the Grand Elder of the Prime Devil Sect, Liu Shanzi. Presently, there're a total of three Elders in the sect, two Deacons, and the number of disciples varies. Every morning the bell will sound twice. It indicates the start of my morning lesson. You may choose to either attend my lesson or confine yourself to your cave. Nobody will disturb you. When you go into solitary confinement, remember to hang the sign outside your cave."

Lu Sheng nodded in understanding.

"Should there be anything you need to seek clarification about, you can ask Zi'an. He's always stationed in the cemetery adjacent to the stone wall in the sect," Grand Elder Liu Shanzi explained.

"Alright, if there're no other questions, you can go back and rest. Tomorrow morning we begin lessons." He seemed rather disinterested. Although he was briefing Lu Sheng, the process felt rather mechanical and even the smile on his face felt forced. He felt distant.

Lu Sheng was led away by Song Zi'an.

Watching the stone door to his cave shut slowly, Grand Elder Liu Shanzi sighed by his table.

The sect was going downhill. Ever since their mining district was seized by the Nine Bells Sect, the sect disciples' basic cultivation resources were no longer guaranteed. As a result, many of them have left.

They were finding it increasingly difficult to recruit new disciples in the first place, but now it was like rubbing salt onto wound.

Without resources, nobody would be willing to toil for the sect for nothing in return. The disciples were gone and so nobody was left to even maintain the patrols. The sect could not maintain even its basic vigilance.

And now, this new disciple from Shangyang Family would most probably leave in disappointment before long as well. After all, this was a sect that could not guarantee one even the most basic cultivation resources. What was the point in joining it?

Liu Shanzi sighed at length, walked to the side of his cave and peered out through his wooden window.

His gaze landed on the stone pillar erected beneath, dazed.

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Outside the caves on the topmost level of the rock wall...

"Junior Apprentice Brother Lu, take your pick. Remember, you must not leave our cave after night falls. Now that there're no patrol teams in the sect, should you meet with danger, you've got to hold it out on your own till dawn... before anyone will come to your aid." Song Zi'an smiled at Lu Sheng.

"I got it." Lu Sheng nodded. "On top of that, I'd like to ask Senior Apprentice Brother: where is the sect's library? I'm personally extremely interested in miscellaneous studies."

"The library's at the back of the rock wall. You'll see it if you walk around it. You may peruse any of the books at will, as long as you don't damage them." After the basic orientation, Song Zi'an slowly descended down the stairs.

The manner in which he walked was bizarre; instead of walking step by step, he seemed to float horizontally, without the ups and downs that accompanied usual walking.

Lu Sheng watched as he left. Only when he disappeared at the edge of the stairs did he turn around to look at the caves before him.

Some of the caves were open, while some were sealed. Those that were open emanated a gloomy, ominous air and looked devoid of life. As for those that were sealed, chilly gusts of air would blow out through their windows, sending chills that pierced to the bones.

"This sect..." Lu Sheng was at a loss for words to describe it. He walked past the caves on the topmost level. Finally, at the extreme left of the stone wall near its end, he picked a cave as his place of dwelling.

The cave was wide open, and furniture like tables, chairs, shelves, and cupboards was complete, albeit all made of stone. A heavy musky odor permeated the air in the cave.

Lu Sheng placed his luggage in the cupboard and found the locking mechanism on the stone door. It was half of a sphere adhered to the door, which required a key to open.

The key, a piece of intricately shaped metal, was placed on the tabletop in the cave.

Lu Sheng picked up the piece of metal and hung it on himself. Without further ado, he left his cave and descended down the stairs.

Before long, he was standing before the stone wall once again, gazing at the hundreds of caves staring at him on the wall. His gaze swept from left to right. On both sides of the wall, he could see paths that led to the back.

Lu Sheng chose the path on the left and slowly walked along it.

In the darkness, the stone wall released a faint white hue which mixed with the red glow from the stone pillar, creating a pale blood color which permeated the cavern and split it into two zones—one black and one red.

The red zone was the area lit up by the glow. The black zone was the area shrouded in pitch black darkness.

Lu Sheng quickly walked to the edge of the red glow and paused for a short moment. Before long, he continued and stepped into the inky blackness.

Even without light, however, he could still discern the objects and lay of the land before him through the extremely faint refracted light with his extremely acute senses.

Lu Sheng sped up along the path until he reached a bridge which spanned a crevice that dropped into thick grey fog, which churned as if alive. Many wooden planks on the tattered and worn bridge were already rotten. A careless misstep, and one would fall straight down into the abyss.

Lu Sheng stood at the head of the bridge and gazed into the opposite end of the bridge.

Across the bridge, a series of black towers rose up from the ground. Apparently, those were the library that Song Zi'an had mentioned.

"Hoo..."

Gusts of bone-piercingly chilly wind blew up from the abyss underneath the bridge. Even Lu Sheng's hair stood on ends.

This sensation seemed to originate more from a coldness which he felt in his heart than in his body.

He regulated his breathing, then took a step forward and planted it firmly on the bridge.

"Boom!"

Without warning, he shot forward like a bolt of lightning, the tip of his toes tapping several times on the metal chains linking both sides of the bridge. In the blink of an eye, he was across the hundred meter long bridge.

"Thud."

Lu Sheng landed lightly on the other side of the crevice and turned around to look at the bridge, which swung from left to right in the wind. He relaxed and let out a breath of air.

"This Prime Devil Sect... no wonder not many are willing to come during their recruitment..." He shook his head and continued forward.

A group of towers faced him, standing cold and aloof. The entire group of buildings was surrounded by a tall black wall. Its entrance was right ahead of Lu Sheng, with a giant signboard hung above it.

'Earth Prime Tower'.

The words on the board were written neatly in ancient Song script with red ink.

Lu Sheng glanced at the ajar door. Through it, he could see that the courtyard was completely empty, without a soul within.

He strode in unceremoniously and was greeted immediately with a thick musky odour.

"Creak..."

Pushing open the doors of a building right in front of him, rows after rows of bookshelves emerged in his view.

Casually, he picked a shelf at random and saw that it was packed with books.

"A Medical History of Song Dynasty", "The Beginnings of Divine Weapons", "Myths and Reality", "On the Heavenly Signs", "Ice and Fire: The Mutual Counteracting of the Elements"...

This myriad of books looked like they had been kept uncared for. Lu Sheng pulled out "The Beginnings of Divine Weapons". A fine layer of mould had grown on its cover, and it felt coarse and cold to the touch.

He scanned from left to right and discovered a wall lamp, which he lit up with his flint stone.

Immediately, a pale yellow glow lit up in the room. Lu Sheng carried the book to a table and sat down on a chair. After lighting up the desk lamp as well, he began flipping the book open and reading it, ignoring the green mold.

The book narrated how the Noble Families had fought the great terrors of the world in the beginning, gradually forming an equilibrium against the demons and ghosts, winning a place for humans in the world.

Casting aside the parts of the book that lauded the Noble Families, the records of several major historical events in the book greatly helped Lu Sheng to better understand the history of the Noble Families in the Song Dynasty. But the supposed "great terrors" in the book were not described in detail. From the vague mentions, they did not seem to belong to the category of demons or ghosts.

He continued reading in his seat. Unbeknownst to him, several hours flew by.

Demons, devils, ghosts and monsters
Plunge the mortals weak in horrors;
Arms of gods and blades of devils,
Shroud the world in untold evils.

Lu Sheng was an ordinary civil servant in the modern world. After waking from a drunken stupor one day, he found himself trapped in a dangerous world where demons, ghosts and supernatural monsters terrorize the land. 

In this world, ordinary mortals live in dark fear and helplessness, without any means to fight against the supernatural. 

As Lu Sheng struggles desperately for survival, he stumbles upon a game mod he had designed for a mobile phone app in his previous life. It unexpectedly becomes his special ability, which enables him to instantly level up any skill he learns, albeit at a cost.

Thus, Lu Sheng begins his journey, striving for power beyond the reach of a mortal as he treads the way of the Devil…  

The Ghost Rider turned around and stared at the steering wheel Fang Zheng was holding in shock. 
He looked like he was spacing out. 
The fire on his body seemed like it was about to be extinguished. 
He felt like he was suffering from a hit that decreased his health points by 10,000.
'What the f*ck is this! 
'When did Fang Zheng take away his steering wheel?'
He did not even know when the man appeared outside his driver's seat to grab the steering wheel.
'Did Fang Zheng grab it while he was distracted by his anger?' 
The atmosphere turned awkwardly quiet.
"Do you want it?" Fang Zheng held out the steering wheel.
"Get out of the car and come get it."
The Ghost Driver stayed in the car.
Fang Zheng said in realisation, "So it's true. I was right. You can't leave the very car that took your life, as it's a Hell Car, and you're the Ghost Driver—you've become one. This is just like how people who die from drowning can only become aquatic spirits, people who die at the sea can only kill with the help of a Ghost Ship, and the spirits in apartment buildings must stay in them; they could not go anywhere else to kill. But this is my first time meeting…a ghost, and I'm not even surprised. Maybe it's because I've been reading too many scary posts lately and I've become desensitized."
Fang Zheng checked out the Ghost Driver and his Hell Car. 
The Ghost Driver's voice was hoarse and deep. Through an angry growl that sounded like he had just escaped hell, he said, "You knew the truth from the beginning. It was all a facade from the beginning! You were playing with me from the beginning!"
The Ghost Driver's hoarse voice turned angrier and his eyes were burning in anger as well. 
His chest heaved rapidly and his gaze was vicious.
Vroom!
Vroom vroom!
The Hell Car roared. It was as if it felt the fiery anger from its driver. It roared like an angry beast before pouncing on its prey; fire was coming out of the engine and exhaust pipe and the Hell Car was up in flames. 
"Who are you? Are you a superhuman as well? One of the Awakened?"
The Ghost Driver was mad and anxious at the same time. 
Fang Zheng was shocked. "Do you think about yourself that way as well?"
'Wait a minute!'
Fang Zheng thought about the Human Torch, Captain America, and Flash that appeared online for a brief moment after the blue blood moon last night…'Could it mean that those superhumans could be real as well? That they were not pranksters?' 
He, too, had unexplainable changes happening to his body; it would not be a surprise if there were other peculiar things happening. 
'Was this the first superhuman he bumped into?
'The only difference was that this guy was out here hunting for blood right after getting superpowers.'
Fang Zheng exhaled deeply as he thought about it. His gaze turned cold. 
He realized that the world was no longer in peace!
Amidst this occurrence, the beasts in some people would be unleashed if their powers were a mismatch with their attitude. 
It was like a civilian having access to guns. Whenever trouble came along, he would think that he was unstoppable; he would not think about dealing with the problem amicably and, instead, he would choose violence. 
Fang Zheng found answers to his other doubts as well at this moment.
"You saw the blue blood moon last night as well, didn't you? You did not lose control of your car last night. You saw the blue blood moon while you were racing in the mountains; that's why you fell off the cliff.
"I'm only curious about one thing, are you a superhuman? Or… a ghost? The news reported that the car fell off the cliff along with you in it and the police had already found your body." Fang Zheng stared at the Ghost Driver curiously. 
The Ghost Driver became frightened. 
"Who are you? How do you know so much about my death?
"Are you not… afraid of me?"
It was obvious that Fang Zheng was right. 
Fang Zheng replied, "Why would I be afraid? You're just a stationary coffin; you're only a scoring experience to me."
Fang Zheng was contemplating how he could kill the Ghost Driver before him. The Hell Car was wrapped in flames—it was like the shell of a turtle he could not find a way into. 
Fang Zheng was never planning on letting the Ghost Driver go.
If it had not been for his swift reaction in the beginning, when he… ahem… took the car apart, he would have been stuck in a passive position even if he had not entered the car. 
He would have turned into prey, and the Ghost Driver hunter. 
It was always a life-or-death situation between him and the Ghost Driver from the very beginning. 
Since he had no way to ensure that the Ghost Driver would not come back for revenge, he had to remove all threats. 
Fang Zheng thought that he was killing monsters and protecting the peace of the universe. 
He was not murdering a person. 
That was why he did not feel too guilty about it.
However!
Fang Zheng overestimated the ego of the Ghost Driver. 
Vroom! With his foot on the pedal, the Ghost Driver tried to escape in fear. 
He was only in his twenties before he died. He was a normal, vain kid. 
He was not a cold-blooded murderer.
Panicking was his nature.
However, the handicapped Hell Car only got a few metres far⁠—trailing sparks⁠—before it went out of control and rammed into five or six lamp posts on the pedestrian walk. It finally stopped on top of a flight of steps that led to a park. 
The Ghost Driver was growling in anger in the driver's seat. 
At that very moment, he saw Fang Zheng dragging a long stick over. It was a lamp post from the pedestrian walk. 
The Ghost Driver felt cold all over his body. He had just been contemplating faking his death, but, now, he was truly terrified.
Fang Zheng grabbed the lamp post and threw it in the direction of the Ghost Driver. 
However, the lamp post started burning just as it got near the Hell Car. 
⁠
Something happened at this moment!
Flames, as vicious as a poisonous snake, started moving toward Fang Zheng along the lamp post! 
Although Fang Zheng had let go of the lamp post after the surprise attack, his hand still caught on fire. 
Fang Zheng was stunned. He tried to extinguish it, but both his hands caught fire instead. 
This was no normal flame.
He could not extinguish it.
"You're not part of the Awakened after all, you're just a little smarter than a normal person." The Ghost Driver was shocked as he watched a frantic Fang Zheng. 
"Hahahahaha! Yes, I can't leave the Hell Car, but so what? I'm a superhuman! I'm one of the Awakened! I don't need to do anything and these flames will swallow you up within a few seconds. Hahaha!
"Weren't you showing off just now? Come, beat me up."
The Ghost Driver laughed hysterically. 
He really thought he was about to be finished here tonight. 
The man before him, who was just full of tricks and acting and uncovering all his secrets, did cause him terror. He had really thought tonight would be his end—he nearly peed in fear. 
However, things had changed within a moment… Phew!
Fang Zheng put out the fire on his hands. 
The Ghost Driver was stunned. His face was filled with surprise and disbelief as he stared at the dying flame on Fang Zheng's hands. He was terrified.
He was panicking. 
'How could this be!
'He was just a normal person!
'He had just tried attacking him despite lacking knowledge to do so!'
Only Fang Zheng knew the truth.
It was the Aura of Sunfire he had retained in his body through his training in the day. It was as if it had realized that its host body was in danger. 
Anything that came from the sun had always been the nemesis of evil. 
"Psst, if I said that I was just joking, would you believe me?" the Ghost Driver inhaled sharply and asked fearfully and awkwardly.
Bam!
The Hell Car felt as if it was rammed into by a train. The side of the car was being punched by Fang Zheng.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Fang Zheng continued throwing punches. There were golden flames dancing around his fists. It was godlike and it left golden shadows on Fang Zheng's body. 
It was as if he was a golden statue of Arhat. 
The golden flames were threatening. The Aura of Sunfire was bright and just!
The Hell Car eventually became a huge discus in the end.
The Ghost Driver's limbs were torn apart and he died amidst horrifying screams. 
At this moment, the human skin scripture Fang Zheng had been carrying with him started going through changes—a strong force of suction came out of it. 
White smoke was emitted from the Ghost Driver before it was swallowed by the scripture. 
Fang Zheng watched in shock as this happened. 
He checked the human skin-made scripture—'Yes, another part of the runes lit up!' 
Fang Zheng got excited for a moment before he fell deep in thought. 
Did the white smoke appear because he had just killed a superhuman?
Or…a ghost?


Missing people... Cars mysteriously falling off the Tongjiang Bridge... The world is going mad and it is up to Fang Zheng to prepare himself for it. What will he get himself into? What horrors will he face? Are YOU ready to join Fang Zheng on his journey to hunt the wicked? Ps. Save this one for a lonely midnight.

(reread previous chap)
Xhemin caught sight of what Darryl wanted her to see and the view brought a wave of bewilderment in her face.
"Is that…." Xhemin was trying to say the words that got stuck at the end of her tongue.
"A solar panel," Darryl continued as they both stared at the rectangular metal positioned outside in the clearing. "The one who lived here knew how to make use of new technology, so I don't think he or she is a from the tribe,"
"But the house looks ancient!" Xhemin gasped still in shock, "Besides everyone in the village said the devil's child is imprisoned here,"
"Well he must have preferred to make an ancient house," Darryl reasoned. "Besides we don't really know the story about that devil child. But there's one thing I'm sure of, a child cannot live on its own so I'm thinking that child must have been dead,"
Darryl had a point. Even when she became a princess, she doesn't know all the details of the devil's child since the no one dared to tell her. She wondered by then whether the story of such a child was ever true.
"So, you mean… someone from the mainland lived here?" Xhemin asked, her two eyes brightened with disbelief as she stared at his husband "That's a bomb…"
"Well there's a big probability," Darryl concluded as he gave Xhemin the single lamp they had "Anyways, I'll go and look outside for the plant while you search here. The moon luckily is bright tonight so I should be able to find my way"
"Alright," Xhemin replied and stared at Darryl's back as he left. Xhemin on the other hand went deeper into the house, looking for some places inside the house where a plant like Acamilla Apparaus might have been planted. There were few pots on the room but all of them were empty.
Soon, Xhemin reached a room that looked like a kitchen. It was rather a small space, dusty but not cluttered. Seeing the cupboards and few wooden utensils made only Darryl's words more convincing. In her stay at few homes in the Manggan villages, she had never seen a single house that had cupboards, except from their house in the Pearl haven and the one she was in right now. That only meant, whoever lived here was probably like her and Darryl, he or she must be from the mainland.
While caught in her thoughts, Xhemin's attention was later drawn to a staircase that she had not notice before. It was just right across the kitchen and it looked like it led to a single room upstairs. Thoroughly attracted to her new discovery, she climbed into the wooden stairs, hoping that the steps were still strong enough to support her weight. Well it was, and Xhemin reached the top and found herself in a room that looked like a private bedchamber. There was a mattress around the corner and a huge study table filled with books on the other side facing a window. The room was well arranged but it was obvious that no one had been there for a long time.
Curious as to what type of books was there, she went to check on them only to find they were not books. At least not the published ones she knew as they were notes tucked in together like the book professor Owen gave her. The notes contained different things and subjects but were all written by hand. There were notes about advanced mathematics and physics and books about geography and language.
Xhemin's shock was beyond reach. She herself knew that the notes she found here weren't ordinary ones. The one who wrote them probably was a very well educated being and a smart one. He or she must be well read and well-travelled. Xhemin scrutinized the notes further and she realized that they weren't written by one person only. The handwritings weren't the same but regardless, it contained subjects and matters that an ordinary person would not be interested at.
Xhemin curiosity surged higher and because of that, she ended up checking for more notes. There were few more notes piled under the study table and she scanned as much as she could. She realized that some of the notes too contained information about the island's geography—the Manggan island. There were also notes about the plants that were growing in the island and descriptions of them as if they had already been studied.
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After few more readings, Xhemin thought that these notes were somehow helpful, so she decided to bring them back to Pearl haven. She pulled the blanket that was carefully folded into the bed and gathered all the notes that was in there. She placed them all in the middle of the blanket and wrapped it altogether. After that, she dragged the whole thing down the stairs. It was a heavy thing and so she was breathless when she reached the kitchen floor again. She'll just leave the whole thing there while she looked for the plant or for her husband who seemed to have forgotten about her.
Xhemin found a door in the kitchen and she went out from there to go and look for Darryl outside. She went to where the solar panel was hoping Darryl was there but there was not sign of him.
"Darryl?" She decided to call him, but he didn't head her call, so she decided to go back inside the house to wait for him. On her way back, her attention was caught by something from a far-off direction.
She halted just right before the kitchen door where she once exited and turned her head to a certain direction she had never cared to check previously. Right then, she caught a glimpse of a big garden just right ahead.
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The morning sun was almost rising from the east and so the surrounding was becoming clearer as each moment's past. The garden Xhemin saw was filled with plants and vegetables—some died leaving the garden with their brown dead stems while some of it survived and that view tells every onlooker that such garden had not been attended anymore for some time that's why the stronger plants had taken its rule while the weaker ones died.
Xhemin went to the garden as something within her tells that what she had been looking for might probably be in there and at last, whilst she was drown into the midst of the garden, there, right at the middle of such beautiful unattended lush of green and brown, glowed healthy white flowers.
Those were Acamilla Apparaus.
Xhemin was sure of that.


Warning: Amazingly, absurdly and deliriously funny chaps ahead. Read and laugh at your own risk.

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"You are one of my many dreams, and the only dream I wish I should have chased desperately" 

Darryl Lemmuel was an aspiring engineer. There was only one word to describe him—exceptional.

He was the only male heir of the Lagdameo clan and the future of L Empire. Apart from that, he was rumored to be financially independent at the age of eight, tricked the present president of L empire—his father— into agreeing with his terms and left home at the age of sixteen to live on his own. He broke all the socialite’s rule to have a good taste of adventure! 

Xhemin Lae Dugmoch was a struggling botanist.

Enrolled in an A-list school, she knew nothing but books, experiments and strawberries. As the granddaughter of a retired famous doctor, Xhemin was very keen in keeping her profile low as per her granddad's wishes. Nobody in the elite community knew that she existed and that her grandfather’s corporation— Feather HealthCare had an heir.

One witty heir and one crazy strawberry girl; their predicament started when their life got tangled up against each other in a conference.

HE suddenly became her target prey.

And SHE was a little trouble not worthy of his attention.

The trouble he soon learned to want— so desperately and dearly wanted.

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After a long hiatus, daily updates resumes today (Feb 24, 2019 EST)

Chapter release: 14 Chapters a week 
Regular Updates will be release at 4AM and 4PM EST. 
Bonus Chapters will be marked as bonus


Note: The author publishes raw chapters daily. Editors are still backtracking the unedited parts.

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Kim Anderson's point of view [POV] 

In bed, I kept thinking about the same thing again and again.

I was thinking and beating myself up with the idea that I still loved Carl.

My thoughts were distracted with the vibration of my phone.

It was a text message.

-Hey Kim,thousand and one thousand and one excuses Earl. 
Don't forget you have a photo shoot for the Runway magazine cover tomorrow. Try your best to be here on time and look astonishing as always.-

I raised my eyebrow after reading the message....I almost forgot about the photo shoot.

"Thank you Earl" I smiled.

With that, I switched of the side lamp then there was total darkness.

~*~


                       

The buzzing sound of the alarm woke me up. 

I opened my eyes reluctantly...i groaned as I got up from my bed. I flickered the alarm to turn the annoying sound off.

I was still sleepy. I didn't have enough sleep last night. Thoughts of Carl clouded my mind.
I staggered to the bathroom like a brainless Zombie. 

My head was aching for sleeping late last night. 

The cold breeze of the morning made me shiver. 

I needed a hot bath.

After the bath, I came out a bit refreshed but a cup of coffee would do more magic.

Right then I heard a knock on my door.

"Come in!" I ordered. 

It was my nanny with a cup of coffee. As if she read my mind. 

That was just what I needed.

"Good morning Kim" 

"Good morning nanny"

"You look unwell. What is the matter dear?" That was one of Nanny Mae's many qualities. She could feel it when I am troubled.

"Its nothing Nanny. Just didn't sleep early last night. And I'm also nervous about my wedding."
I lied!

"Its just normal dear. Let's hope everything comes of successfully." She added then she made her way out.

Seven O'Clock. Gosh I was getting late for my shoot.

But I didn't know what to wear.

After minutes of deciding,
I settled for a crop top with a faded cut out jeans and a pair of louboutin and carried a Chanel classical bag. 

I decided on a makeup free face that morning. I wasn't in the mood.

I checked up on my son after having my breakfast then I headed straight to the agency. 

I didn't know what to feel since I will be having my wedding shopping too after the shoot.

When I arrived at the location, I was led to the dressing room by Melanie my assistant. She had to come there early to make sure of everything I will be needing is provided.

We can't miss out in anything. This was a world known magazine I was shooting for.

The shoot began after the dress up and make ups.

The outfit I wore for the first section of the photo shoot was a custom made Dior number encrusted with beads made with precious stones. 

Leroy was already there when we were done with the shoot.

"Hello Dear" 

"Hey, are you done with the shoot? Can we go now?"

"Yes honey"

Leroy is a very persistent guy. 
He knew if he hadn't come there himself i will make up a thousand and one excuses just to avoid the wedding shopping.

I know I've not been fair to him. All he has done is love me passionately but I don't return the love.

He is very kind and has been there for my son and i for the past ten years. It was only enough that I marry him even if I don't feel the same way he feels about me. 

I just hope with time I can learn to love him.

For what seemed like a match made in heaven, Carl Moore fell in love with the daughter of his employer, CEO of a highly reputable law firm in Boston. 

The CEO got murdered in cold blood and Carl was accused of committing the crime.

Carl spent ten years in prison for the crime and returns determined more than ever to win the love of his life back.

Now, Kimberly 'Kim' hates him for killing her father  and seeks to have revenge on him no matter what it takes.
                                                                           
Carl on the other side will do anything to prove his innocence and win Kim back.

But the truth becomes more hard to find as he get closer to it.

Will he be able to prove his innocence and get back with Kim with all the obstacles he would have to face ?



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Bohr arrived at the dock on the Mesmer River at 2 a.m., carrying two large suitcases. He had sold everything of value in his house. His suitcase held all of his research results and equipment. In a sense, Bohr had nothing left to lose.
"Hey, Piquat, where's the ship you were talking about? I don't see anything."
A cold wind tore through the docks. It seemed strong enough to blow people away. Even with a thick jacket, Bohr felt frozen to his very bones, as the wind crept in through his collar and the gaps in his clothing.
Piquat quipped from Bohr's shoulder, "Relax, the ship will arrive right on time. It definitely will not be late. It's your fault for being so anxious and setting off so early."
Right then, Piquat seemed to have detected something. It lifted its head, "The ship has arrived."
Bohr whipped his head toward the river, glancing around anxiously. "It's here? Where is it? Why don't I see it?"
Piquat lowered its head and pecked at Bohr's collar. "Where are you looking? Look down."
Bohr shifted his gaze downward to discover a huge shadow within the surface of the river. Amid the reflection of the moon and stars, a black mass was slowly getting closer, like a giant sea monster rising out of the depths.
"My God, what is that?"
Bohr gaped, dumbfounded. His suitcases fell to the ground. Gradually, a huge seaboat floated to the surface and entered his field of vision. Its white, streamlined silhouette invoked a sense of indescribable beauty.
"Oh Goddess Maria above, this is a ship? I've never seen a ship that could appear from underwater. Also, why doesn't it sail? I don't even see any oars!" Bohr felt as if a new fantastical world was opening up before him.
Piquat immediately replied with a sense of pride. "This is a wizard's boat. Of course an ordinary person has never seen it. Stop dawdling, the wizard servants are here. Hurry onto the boat."
"Wizard servants?"
Bohr looked over to see two black-cloaked figures approaching on a small boat to pick them up. Bohr carefully placed his suitcases on the small boat, then turned to face the two cloaked figures. "Thank you, sorry for the trouble."
It was quite dark, and the hoods of the two figures were quite deep. Bohr didn't look too closely at the appearance of the two. As the small boat made its way toward the larger boat in the middle of the river, Bohr carefully inspected the boat he had never seen in his life. It was white on the outside, made of a material that he could not yet discern, though it seemed to be heavy and sturdy. Bohr suddenly noticed that there were two large eyes on the bow of the ship, staring at him.
"What?" Bohr was terrified. He had thought they were mere decorations and did not expect them to move, "Did you all just see that? The eyes of the ship just moved. The eyes moved!"
The servant, who was rowing at the front of the boat, turned back and replied with an eerie voice, "That ship was created through life alchemy, so of course its eyes can move."
Bohr felt a chill in his heart. Under the hood of the cloak was a face that seemed to be masked with armor. It's body seemed to be covered in a black shell. It was evident that the servant was not human. Bohr suddenly felt as though he had got onto the wrong boat. Was it too late to turn back?
Stupefied, he boarded the ship. He then entered the cabin under the command of the servant. The two servants pulled up the smaller boat and entered the cabin too. The SS Eternity sunk back into the depths. This was the last apprentice of the region, so the SS Eternity was returning to the ocean and heading to the land of the orcs.
Bohr followed the stairs down the cabin, behind the servants. The room inside was huge. The wizard servant gave him a basic introduction of the cabin while it led him downstairs.
"The first level includes the dining room, the conference room, the living room and the entertainment lounge. There are also some other apprentices within the other parts of the cabin. You can go interact with them later. The bar is right over here…"
The servant started doing its own work according to the introduction sequence it was programmed with. In Bohr's opinion, the wizard servant in front of him had an intelligence almost equal to humans. Although in actuality, it was only operating according to a program. If he had asked a question outside the database of the program, the servant would have ignored him.
"Wow, this ship is amazing!" Bohr felt that this trip was rather amazing.
"The library is this way. Within it are books on general knowledge, history of the continent, the biographies of famous figures, et cetera."
Bohr's eyes lit up as he entered the library. He rushed straight inside. There were many shelves, all of which were completely piled with books!
"I can read all of these books to my heart's desire?" Bohr was ecstatic. On Alen, books were extremely precious. The average household definitely couldn't afford any books. Some books could even be treated like precious heirlooms. A family that possessed a large collection of books would definitely be a noble family!
The servant nodded. "You can read and borrow these books as you like. But you are not allowed to take them with you when you get off the ship. Other than that, there shall be no fights or deliberate conflicts on the ship. All rulebreakers will be kicked off the ship!"
Bohr immediately nodded his head, "I'll definitely abide by the rules."
Bohr looked at the books in excitement. He couldn't wait to dive right in. Piquat gave him a look of disdain, "Look at how pathetic you are. The library inside the Tower is much bigger. The shelves extend far past what the eye can see. You would not be able to finish reading all the books there even if you spent a lifetime there!"
"Really? I sure look forward to reaching that place!"
Bohr walked in and immediately spotted a person sitting in a corner of the library. The person was reading by the weak light of a lamp. It was past midnight, and everyone should have been asleep by now, but this person was still reading.
"Hello, I am Bohr, the newest wizard apprentice from the kingdom of Gracchus!"
The person reading lifted her head and looked at Bohr, "Hello, I am Catherine from the Mara Kingdom!"
She was a beautiful young woman with blonde hair, and appeared to be a few years younger than Bohr. He blushed. "Pleasure to meet you. From now on, we're comrades!"
Catherine nodded, then went back to her book. Bohr followed the servant to the rooms on the next level. There was already another apprentice there, but they were asleep. Bohr was also extremely tired, so he went straight to bed after dropping his luggage. He took off his clothes and pulled up his blanket. The covers were warm and comfortable. Bohr quickly fell asleep.


By accident, Lu Zhiyu found the entrance to a low-dimensional world, and thus began a totally different journey!

Free to control everything in the low-dimensional game, Lu Zhiyu felt like a gamemaster, and even God.


Gu Qing entered the palace and met the Emperor right before the court session began. But he had merely bowed to the Emperor in distance in the grand hall and had a brief conversation; Gu Qing actually didn't even see the Emperor's face clearly.
Soon after, State Duke Lu led Gu Qing to the Royal Concubine's palace.
Seeing the small smile on Gu Qing's face, Royal Concubine Hu recalled his disdainful statement the night a few years ago, showing an uneasy expression. And she felt Gu Qing's smile a kind of disgusting.
Gu Qing had no way of knowing what was on her mind; he kept the smile on his face and exchanged some pleasantries.
As the two of them were talking, an old maidservant brought in a little boy who looked like a carved jade figure, very cute. He was the second prince, Jing Yao.
Jing Yao had the Emperor's blood flowing in his veins and the inheritance from the vixen race; as a result, he was extremely intelligent.
Though he was only three years old, he had already known how to judge others by observing their behaviors; moreover, he seemed to have the instinctive ability to sense others' emotions.
At the night a few days ago, he sensed his mother show a tremendous awe and respect to the immortal master of Green Mountain, Jing Jiu, though she was usually not afraid of anybody; so he behaved very obediently. When he learned that this immortal master, Gu Qing, would be his teacher, he was a bit displeased about the arrangement. He also noticed that his mother was not very satisfied with this person, and that also made him behave differently today.
Jing Yao stood in the same spot and looked at Gu Qing with wide eyes, showing tremendous curiosity, though he didn't approach Gu Qing to bow to him.
Gu Qing looked at him quietly, and also didn't have any intention of bowing to him.
Seeing the scene, the old maidservant was upset, thinking that Gu Qing should bow to the prince first even though he was the immortal master of Green Mountain and would become the teacher of the prince.
Didn't he know the order of seniority in relationships: heaven and earth, emperor, parents, and teacher? The position of a teacher was behind the emperor and his family.
Royal Concubine Hu was startled at first, and then understood what was going on. As she was about to say something, State Duke Lu stopped her by signaling with eye expression.
Time had passed slowly.
The spring sun had risen almost to the zenith from the eastern horizon. The flowering trees outside the palace had lost their vigor after being scorched by the sun.
Gu Qing still stood there quietly, like the spring wind that was neither swift nor hasty; and he was not upset either.
Jing Yao was nonetheless a small child, so he could hardly hold his balance while standing, unable to maintain his amenable appearance any longer.
His small face was slightly red, and his body wobbled a little; but in his stubbornness, he still didn't want to speak first.
The old maidservant saw this and was pained, thinking that Gu Qing was an adult and immortal master, yet he was playing a staring game with a small child.
A gust of spring wind blew into the window and onto the little prince; he almost fell onto his buttock when his legs gave in slightly.
That old maidservant went up to support the little prince hurriedly, feeling frightened. "This immortal master, I think it's enough. You can't prove your ability by bullying a small child!"
Seeing the scene and hearing what the old maidservant said, Royal Concubine Hu felt relieved. "You're such a mouthy old fool; you even dared offend the immortal master. Drag her away and slap her on the mouth!" she scolded the old maidservant pretentiously.
The palace servant girls came over and dragged the old maidservant away. The little prince Jing Yao was held in Royal Concubine Hu's bosom.
The whole episode had happened so fast that Gu Qing didn't even have time to react to it.
It should be noted that Royal Concubine Hu reacted truly fast; she used the wrong-doing committed by the old maidservant as an excuse to avoid any further embarrassment. In so doing, she looked like a well-behaved and elegant person.
State Duke Lu glanced at her approvingly, thinking that the naïve young girl in the past had finally become a mature woman now.
Jing Yao propped sideways against his mother, feeling indignant, unwilling to raise his head.
Royal Concubine Hu lifted his head up and demanded while looking into his eyes, "Do you know that you've done something wrong?"
Jing Yao didn't know what he had done wrong; but seeing his mother's expression, he knew right away that he was wrong.
He stood up hesitantly, turned toward Gu Qing, and bowed to Gu Qing as he said in a crying tone, "Hi…teacher."
Gu Qing received it calmly, and then returned his courtesy, "Hello, Your Highness."
…
…
In the White Mountain meditation room of the Justice Hall at the Fruit Formation Temple, Yin San was reading a Buddhist Script, so was the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect.
If all the evildoers in last one thousand years in Chaotian were ranked, these two would definitely be ranked in the top ten; but they were not here to redeem their crimes by reading the scripts under the Buddhist lamp in a temple. No matter whether it was the orthodox or deviant sects, they would by and large merge into a similar path in the end; the devil men of the deviant sects could also benefit in their Cultivation from reading the Buddhist scripts.
The bell for the morning session rang outside the room. Yin San set down the Script in his hands and strolled out of the room and toward the outside of the temple on a narrow passage shadowed by the pine trees.
The surroundings of the Justice Hall were quite safe. If he was careful enough, the entire Zen temple should be safe as well.
He was certain that the alarm that caused the oil lamp to explode while explaining the script to Liu Shisui had already died down, and nobody knew that he and the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect were still in the temple.
Outside the pine forest was the pagoda forest. The lighting grew increasingly dimmer until he passed the Precious Hall and walkway and came to the outside of the temple. It was bright again outside the temple.
The spring scenery everywhere, but they didn't enter the Zen temple, since the monks didn't want to be disturbed while they were cultivating.
Yin San walked along the familiar mountain path and came out of the front yard from its side door. He climbed up a hill close to the vegetable garden and stood on the top of the hill, looking down.
The scene he saw was different from the black and white one in the winter. The whole vegetable garden was greenish during this period in spring, a time in which the melons, vegetables, and fruits were growing pleasantly.
The fields in the vegetable garden and the fruit forest had evidently been tilled many times, and the weeds were cleared out, as none remained.
If one looked closely, they wouldn't be able to find any harmful insects on the vegetable leaves as well as on the fruit trees.
"Using the flying sword to till the fields is quite interesting, but using the flying sword to remove the weeds is rather troublesome; and using the flying sword to kill the insects is even more…"
Looking at the conditions of the vegetable garden, Yin San thought sentimentally that Liu Shisui was very good at growing the vegetables, so he was even more suitable for managing the medicinal grass and mountain fruits on Shiyue Peak.
More importantly, he ascertained by checking these details that Liu Shisui had already overcome that barrier, and that his Cultivation state was not damaged, instead benefitting from it.
The morning sunlight grew brighter. The dogs' barking could be heard in the distance. The sound of opening door of the vegetable garden was heard, and one could hear the fetching of water from the well, and the cooking smoke was spotted in the kitchen.
Yin San turned around and left the hill. He walked under the shadow of the cliff to the front of the temple, entering the front yard by the side door. He then walked into the gloomy and quiet pagoda forest after passing through the walkway, seeing the Precious Hall in the distance. Finally he came back to the front of the White Mountain meditation room. In addition to some pine needles on his collar, he had a script in his hand, though it was unclear where he got it from.
He opened the script while standing in the courtyard, rather than going to the meditation room.
The morning sunlight reddened the sky and colored the script as red as the blood.
The information written in secret code was inserted in the script, recording all the significant events that had happened in the outside world lately.
These were the reports from the Old Ones. Although they were not as swift and abundant as those provided by the Curtain Rollers, the accuracy was perhaps better than theirs.
Yin San didn't care so much about the fact that Gu Qing became the teacher of Jing Yao; this was a trivial matter. What he cared was where Jing Jiu had gone to.
He had learned earlier that Jing Jiu left Green Mountain, but he didn't know that Jing Jiu went to Zhaoge City until the Old Ones had found, which was only recently.
What did Jing Jiu go to Zhaoge City for? For the inheritance of the emperor's position?
Yin San pondered this while standing in the morning sunlight. He suddenly thought of one possibility, and the expression changed in his eyes.
Jing Jiu went to the place in an attempt to solve his Cultivation problem.
Yin San had never expected that Jing Jiu and Liu Shisui would encounter problems in their Cultivation.
He had unlimited confidence in Jing Jiu, like he had back then, even if he had another answer right now.
It wasn't until now that Yin San realized he had made a mistake.
To enter the Free Travel State from the Undefeated State, Jing Jiu would definitely encounter that problem.
It took a long time for Jing Jiu to figure out the way to solving the problem.
It didn't take Yin San as much time to figure it out; it was because he was more familiar with the problem, and he had thought about it for many years already.
"As a matter of fact, you are at Taichang Temple."
Yin San laughed when he thought of something.
His jovial laugh echoed in the quiet courtyard.
A few birds resting in the trees flew up, frightened.


I am the sword.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, no one dares take ten steps.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, no one can take ten steps.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, ten steps? Not possible!
I am the sword, the sword is me,
On the path towards heaven, each shall wield their own.

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