When I was watching Draw with Jazza Chisel Tip Art Challenge this story came up suddenly in my head.It's short but I hope that it mirrors what I felt and how that wonderful artwork made me see the hidden story behind it. Also cover photo it's not mine it's drawn by Jazza and owned by him I only put it here so you would know from where I was inspired.

"Life is a journey. Not a destination." The saying appears true for Adam Crownswell as he laid dead in the cold caress of his own blood.

He had been chasing immortality since he picked up his first wooden staff.

He had went through countless, incomprehensible trials and succeeded them all.

He had even bested the mightiest champions and earned himself the title of World Champion.

Yet,

Even he could not stand against the mighty forces of the Gods and their pantheons of ruthless warriors. Driven by fury and regret, he used his own body as sacrifice to made his last spell.

                                                                  ~ A spell to redo everything.~

As time goes by, except when Qin Yu trains, he spends most of his time trying to figure out the offensive techniques of his own. He determines to break down what he must do in order to figure out his offensive techniques into 3 aspects: body-maneuvering skill, close-quarters offence and weapons.

Body-maneuvering skill,

Body-maneuvering skill and defensive dodging are related. It is also connected to close-quarters offence, pursuit and fleeing. Qin Yu's requirements for his body-maneuvering skill are as follows: quick like lightning, sensitive like a cunning hare. To do research for his body-maneuvering skill, he has to study the art of Qi Men Dun Jia, and study various other body-maneuvering skills.

Close-quarters offence,

During the course of his training, Qin Yu found that he is fond of challenging his limits and fond of being burning with excitement. Therefore when it was time for him to choose his way of offence, he chose to practice ... close-quarters combat! In close-quarters combat, life or death can be decided in a mere moment. It is extremely dangerous but also full of the passion of life.

Weapons!

Until now, Qin Yu has not decided his weapons of choice. Each of the 18 standard weapons such as the knife, the spear, and the staff has its own merits, but Qin Yu likes to use his own fists and legs even more. At least he still has not decided what weapons he is going to select.

In the study,

Qin Yu is reading a book with the name Book of Changes.

'Oh, this chapter's principles seem to … seem to be quite similar to the body-maneuvering skill Nine Appearances of the Cloud Dragon on page 3 of the Ancestral Dragon Art book,' mumbles Qin Yu. Then he puts the book down and spontaneously starts to organize some knowledge he just acquired in his mind.

The principles of various body-maneuvering skills and of Qi Men Dun Jia continuously float through Qin Yu's mind...

'The composition of Liuyi, Sanqi, Bamen and Jiujing forms the circumstances of Qi Men. Bamen becomes Du, Shang, Jing3, Xiu, Sheng, Si, Jing1 and Kai. Qi Men Dun Jia is divided into Tianpan, Menpan and Dipan, which are called Sancai…' Some most basic concepts of Qi Men Dun Jia start to take root in Qin Yu's mind.

Even though they are the most basic ones, they are the foundation. Countless formation arts and escaping techniques have been developed from these principles.

Various mysterious, profound body-maneuvering skills are all more or less influenced by Qi Men Dun Jia.

Because Qin Yu practices external techniques, there is no internal energy in his body. Therefore, he cannot practice ordinary arts of lightness and body-maneuvering skills. He can only create a body-maneuvering skill for himself. The 68 internal secret books all have some internal-energy-based unarmed fighting techniques, knife techniques, body-maneuvering skills and so on.

Even the 28 external secret books also have various offensive techniques.

Like an ocean which contains the water of 100 rivers, Qin Yu reads all the various offensive techniques of the 96 internal and external secret books then combines them with the general principles of Qi Men Dun Jia and the Book of Changes which he already learned. Looking for some hidden essentials of his future body-maneuvering skill is exceptionally difficult but as soon as his body training is finished Qin Yu makes great efforts to research regardless of day or night.

...

To reach the peak of external techniques, it is vital to study the art of medicine. This is what Zhao Yunxing said on the first day he taught Qin Yu. At the moment Qin Yu is reading medical books. For the last 3 years, he has read many medical books and his knowledge has also increased greatly.

'Every bit of strength and every attack must make the enemy pay the biggest price. If I make a chop at the opponent's stomach, I'll only hurt his stomach at best. But if the same chop hits the opponent's throat, he'll die.'

Qin Yu puts the book down. His eyes glitter.

The human body has various vital points. Qin Yu knows very well about the body's joints, the intersection points of the channels and the movement paths of blood and energy. Attacking the vital points is to attack the crucial acupoints, to attack the physically weak parts, or to break the joints of the body using grappling techniques, and so on.

In short, Qin Yu's offensive principles are: each and every bit of strength causes the heaviest damage and no amount of strength is wasted!

Each of his arms has only 100 jin of strength, but his offensive force must reach the offensive power level of experts with 200 jin of strength in one arm, or an even more formidable level!

To do this, he must try hard using various techniques -- using body-maneuvering skill; attacking vital points; taking advantage of the surroundings and time; taking advantage of the opponent's psychological changes; and so on. Qin Yu is very confident because he has a body in which agility, explosiveness, flexibility, toughness and so on all exist in perfect harmony. Moreover, he also has various secret books he can consult.

At midday, on the training ground,

Various mechanical wooden dummies have been put on the training ground, forming a wooden dummy lane. This is the highest achievement of mechanics grand-masters. To fight through the wooden dummy lane is highly difficult. It is not something ordinary people can do. Today, Qin Yu decides to use the wooden dummy lane to practice his close-quarters offensive techniques.

Qin Yu is standing stock-still before the wooden dummy lane. Suddenly, he charges into it. A slight move in one part can affect the whole thing. Soon after he touches a wooden dummy, the other dummies in the lane all start to move. Qin Yu only has calmness in his eyes.

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! ...

His hands, aimed directly at the wooden dummies' joints, attack quickly like a flash. His legs mostly defend, but if an opportunity arises he breaks the wood in one kick. Qin Yu is moving very fast, but only because he is not carrying weights at the moment. Qin Yu knows very well that if he puts on those 100 jin of weights, he simply will not be able to defeat this wooden dummy lane.

Having taken off the 100 jin of weights, Qin Yu is surprisingly agile. But … there are too many wooden dummies in the wooden dummy lane. He is even hit in the head by a nearby wooden dummy. Soon after he gets hit, he is attacked several more times in quick succession. Qin Yu has no choice but to do a roll and run out of the lane immediately.

'Not bad. Every wooden dummy's joints are similar to the human body's joints. Practicing this way is much more effective.' Qin Yu's eyes glitter. He charges into the wooden dummy lane again.

The wooden dummy lane is no more than a relatively easy training method in Qin Yu's plan. There is still the higher-ranked copper dummy lane. The copper dummies, of course, are not only made of copper. Rather, they are wooden dummies with an outside layer made of copper and iron. In this way, obviously a copper dummy's offence and defense both are stronger than a wooden dummy's by a level.

...

Qin Yu has not determined what weapons he is going to use in the end. Late at night on the same day, in the secret room, Qin Yu is carefully reading the offensive techniques in every secret book. Most of them use the knife or the sword. A small number of them also use strange weapons.

'Huh?' Qin Yu suddenly opens an internal secret book. When he reaches the chapter about swordsmanship, there is a passage in it which catches his attention: 'Even though our school's Afterimage Sword is an assassination style of swordsmanship, in terms of close-quarters assassination swordsmanship, the number one is still the Yu Clan's One Sword. It does not matter who the target is, assassin Yu Shi has never failed. In those days, this assassin was the legendary top assassin of the assassination organization Heavenly Net.'

Qin Yu is startled.

Heavenly Net -- Qin Yu has heard of this name. This is an extremely old assassination organization with a history longer than even a millennium. Its influence has spread throughout the whole Qian Long continent. Not even one of the 3 big dynasties on the Qian Long continent has a history as long as that of the Heavenly Net. This assassin Yu Shi was known by reputation as the legendary top assassin so his killing techniques must have been terribly good.

Suddenly --

Qin Yu's eyes pop out of his head.

'Yu Clan's One Sword, Yu Clans' One Sword, ah, the back side of page 3 of the Ancestral Dragon Art book seems to talk about it.' Qin Yu read the Ancestral Dragon Art book carefully before. It has 3 gold pages. Nearly half of the contents are about an internal secret technique. Another half is about the body-maneuvering skill Nine Appearances of the Cloud Dragon, the unarmed fighting technique Flame Dragon Fist, and the sword technique Heaven-Splitting Ultimate Yang Sword. That so-called Yu Clan's One Sword is only described a bit at the end so Qin Yu did not take much notice of it at that time.

Only now does he know that the obscure Yu Clans' One Sword in the Ancestral Dragon Art book is actually the sword technique of the so-called legendary number one assassin.

The internal technique Ancestral Dragon Art absorbs the universe's holy energy at an extremely high speed. Among various internal techniques, it is undoubtedly the number one. The body-maneuvering skill Nine Appearances of the Cloud Dragon, the unarmed fighting technique Flame Dragon Fist, and the sword technique Heaven-Splitting Ultimate Yang Sword are all terrifyingly formidable but to practice them requires practicing the Ancestral Dragon Art in coordination. Therefore Qin Yu can only see them without practicing.

Opening the last page, Qin Yu finally looks at the piece of information about the Yu Clan's One Sword.

'Ah, I didn't think that it even had the practice method of the Yu Clan's One Sword.' Qin Yu's eyes brighten as he goes into ecstasies. No one could have thought that there would be the practice method of the Yu Clan's One Sword in the Ancestral Dragon Art book. Qin Yu immediately starts reading carefully. But the more he reads, the paler he looks. In the end, he even looks a bit pasty.

In a galaxy far away, there is a kid with an innate inability to practice internal techniques. In order to gain the respect of his father, he resolutely chooses to follow the more difficult and painful path of practicing external techniques. As the years go by, he grows up, but what really changes his life is a mysterious meteoric crystal stone — the Meteoric Tear. This stone fuses with the young man’s body unnoticed, and he seems to undergo drastic transformations as a result. After that, everything is changed. Eventually his father knows that the son for whom he hasn’t really shown a lot of consideration possesses astonishing abilities. And there’s a lot more to come.

"Reverent-god level!"
Under the heavenly lightning's attacks, Yun Yi broke through to reverent-god level!
This was an absolutely unexpected surprise!
Yun Yi did not linger after breaking through and continued walking forward again. This time, he did not continue breaking through and was still at reverent-god level after reaching the end.
However, Yun Luofeng believed that the heavenly lightning created from her breaking through to reverent-god level would certainly allow Yun Yi to reach monarch-god level...
After the heavenly lightning passed, a peaceful utopia of peach trees entered their sight.
Countless peach blossoms fell from the trees, painting an exceptionally beautiful picture. A small wooden house sat in the middle of the peach trees, standing out in this scene.
"This is…" After seeing this, Yun Luofeng was startled. Could it be that all that heavenly lightning was meant to protect was solely this small wooden house?
"Let's enter and take a look," Yun Xiao said after a moment of silence.
Yun Luofeng nodded, and they entered the wooden house.
The wooden house was very ordinary without a single distinguishing feature. Pen and paper laid on a wooden table, having turned dark yellow from years of evident disuse.
Yun Luofeng casually picked up a book and flipped through it. She was shocked to discover that the origin of this whole world was written in this book. This world did not merely refer to the Fengyun Continent and the Seven Province Continent, it also included all the continents to make an entire world.
However, Yun Luofeng placed it down after a rough skim and picked up another book. This book was a diary written by a person named Cang Ji.
She was originally only going to take a quick look but when she saw the next page, she was shocked.
"This old man had spent his life researching medicine and later discovered a precious book called Medical God's Code. A space exists inside this precious book. However, this book's requirement for the constitution of the person is too high and only an incorporeal body type can inherit this space…"
"This old man observed the night sky and discovered that a person with an incorporeal body type would not appear on this continent, so due to his fondness of talent, this old man sent the Medical God's Code to another space. This old man thinks that space is called Huaxia."
Yun Luofeng's hold on the diary trembled, It turned out the Medical God's Code did not coincidentally appear in Huaxia. It appeared with the help of Cang Ji!
"Unfortunate, although a person with an incorporeal body type is extremely talented, their love life would be very tragic! Because of her constitution, she can only mate with a corporeal body type person. If she falls in love with a different type of man, it not only would completely destroy her cultivation, but she… would also not have a good end!
Reading to here, Yun Luofeng turned to look at Yun Xiao with a smile. She was lucky to have met Yun Xiao!
Otherwise, it would truly be as Cang Ji said, she would not be able to mate with other men!
She turned back and continued reading.
"However, even if an incorporeal body type and a corporeal body type copulated together, they would be unable to get pregnant unless they have a special element."
The hand holding the book froze. She had known Yun Xiao for more than ten years and they had sex for several years, but she still had not gotten pregnant.
She had checked Yun Xiao and her body already and did not discover any problems. Since there was no problem, then she would let nature take its course. She did not expect there to be a reason behind it.
"Thankfully, this old man treasures prodigies, so this old man naturally can't bear to see such good genetics be wasted. Hence, this old man has used everything he learned in his life to invent a medicinal bed. As long as they mate on this medicinal bed, they can become pregnant in no time..."


Yun Luofeng, the genius of Huaxia Medicial School, died from an accident, and her soul attached onto the useless Eldest Miss of the General Estate in Longxia Continent.
Not only was this trash ungifted in the literary arts and martial arts, but she was also big chested without a brain, arrogant, and self-willed. It was not enough for her to have a perfect fiancé like the Crown Prince. She actually forcibly snatched a pretty boy in public, leading to the Crown Prince to annul their engagement.
However, the waste could not withstand this shock, so she actually hung herself to end her life.
Opening her eyes again, she was no longer the previous useless eldest miss.
With a contract with the Medical God's Code, the possession of a spiritual plant space, and miraculous hands that can bring the dead back to life, her medical skills will stun the world! Extending from the royals and nobles on top to the merchants and old and influential families below, they will all compete to curry her favor. Even His Highness the Crown Prince, who previously broke the engagement, came knocking on the door with a desire to reconcile?
In regard to this, a certain mysterious man finally could not endure it anymore and proclaimed, “Whoever dares to come and harass my woman, let them come but never return!”
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"Papa, read me a book."

One young halk and another, older one lay half-asleep on a pile of green leaves, with everything around -the walls and ceiling, made of living wood. The room was cramped and dark, except for the small streaks of light seeping through the gaps of leaves and branches on one part of the wall.

"Hmm, what kind?" The older halk said, caressing the young girl's brown hair with a comb of his fingers. He embraced the girl with his rough arms and brown wings, seemingly providing a warmth only a father can give.

The girl then struggled and wiggled out of her father's loving grasp, thereafter standing and looking around the cramped room. She then parted the patch of branches and leaves on one part of the wall, revealing a hole big enough for her to pass.

She climbed out of the hole as many more streaks of green and yellow lights welcomed her, lightly playing with her delicate skin and feathers. 

As soon as she got out of the hole, she spread her majestic wings wide as she then glided down below, landing on a wooden platform many meters below the hole she crawled out of.

She eyed the surroundings. She was inside a giant hollow sphere made of living wood, a bloat of some kind inside a colossal tree. She glanced back to the hole she came out of, seeing it being carved deep into the wall. 

The living walls naturally curved and arched, forming a giant spherical room with many wooden platforms hanging from the ceiling, alternating with one another till they reached the top. The platforms hung from thick and bulky vines which then connected to the ceiling -a green canopy.

Willows of light orbs floated endlessly in the still yet gentle air, like giant puffs of dusts demanding awe and attention. The girl then went up close to these willows, lightly playing with them as some flashed yellow, while some flickered green -with the golden eyes of the girl reflecting the mirage of colors. 

It was apparently nightfall, as the colossal moon's gleam of light was seen through the ceiling made of branches and leaves.

The girl then snapped out from her trance as she remembered her task: find a book. She rummaged around the floor, seeing all the unkempt wooden toys and books left hanging around the wooden platform.

She raised a book to her face, but threw it right after. Another one she held and observed, but seemed uninteresting to her perspective. Then finally, she found another one under a pile of toys, and decided she wanted it.

"Papa, this one!" She raised the book over her head.

She then saw her father poke his head out of the hole, seeing his father's warm smile shining down upon her. He then lept over and spread his great brown wings, gliding and descending to the wooden platform.

"Hoh, you want this one?" He asked, fingering the leather cover of the book with a seeming doubtful face.

"Yes!"

"It's a human's book." He said, turning the pages of the book -seeing the black ink. "Interesting, haha."

"Okay then, hold on tight Bepa!" He said as he swept the girl's feet and took her in his arms, embracing her tiny body as he flapped his wings once, twice, and then darted straight upwards, passing the many platforms, and went through the ceiling of leaves and branches.

He then slowly landed on top of the giant tree, on the canopy which was supposedly their ceiling. Moonlight rained down their figures as they gleamed at the horizon, seeing the line of hundreds and hundreds of giant trees with bloated, spherical trunks, making a forest for giants.

Sparkflies lined the leaves of the canopy, greeting the two halks with a mirage of violet and purple lights. He laid the girl gently down, and with a hush of his mouth, he read aloud the book.

"Once upon a moment, a princess named Kara was waiting on a tower's window, waiting for the one she was destined to be with."

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"Boring!" Her father shouted, shutting close the book as it made a loud thud. 

"What?!" The girl said in surprise. "Papa, continue!"

"Now, now, why don't you hear one of my adventures instead?" He said, showing a smug look on his rugged face as he swung his imaginary staff. "They don't call me 'Rhasta the Great Magician' for nothing!"

"But you've told me like, a hundred times already!"

"You haven't heard this one." His father hushed, bringing his finger to his lips as he then started to brag about the times of the past. He started from his early chickhood, then transitioned to his growing years, then on and on it went. The night seemingly dragged on, them both bantering back and forth with all kinds of things really, as finally, they fell asleep on top of the canopy -with starlight hanging over their heads.

A red, ominous light dashed along the canvas of the night.

As the girl fell deep asleep, she felt a burning sensation tugging at her chest, flickering like wildfire. "It's a dream." She told herself.

She was wrong.

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On the coming of the next morning, where the sun was high up in the sky, she found herself laid on top of the canopy -feeling like dried fish.

She sat up and surveyed the surroundings, her dad nowhere to be seen. She stood up, hopefully increasing her range of vision, and yet she still couldn't find him.

What she did find was the sound of a riot below, inside the hollow tree.

With curiosity in mind, she then dropped down through the woods and leaves below her feet, entering the hollow trunk. She spread wide her wings to glide in a slow descent, however, something felt wrong. 

She couldn't feel her wings.

She tried and flapped with all her might but to no avail, falling fast in a deadly descent. She was dead for sure, but as her short life seemingly flashed before her eyes, a figure came to her rescue as it grabbed her mid-fall, securing her landing.

It was her father, staring at her as he laid her beside on the wooden platform.

"Thanks, papa-"

"Who are you?!" Her father howled, aiming the question at her.

"What do you mean-"

Disgusting. 

Disgusting. 

Disgusting.

These were the words that she heard from the crowd of halks surrounding her. 

Crowds? Why are there crowds? Why are they crowding over her in the first place? Why are they inside her home? And why... do they have such faces against her?

"What's going on?!" She cried.

Disgusting.

Disgusting.

Disgusting.

Nobody answered her call. All there was were murmurs and whispers, gossips and such. She wavered, but yet she tried to steady herself as she pushed against the wooden floor, trying to make sense out of all this. 

However, something felt wrong. Very wrong.

Her hands felt wrong. As her gaze wandered -although hesitant, to her pair of hands, it all came falling apart. 

"These... aren't my hands." She said as she raised them both, frightened at what she beheld. She prayed to the Great Beings above, hoping this was just like any other dream.

But it wasn't.

Red, fleshy layers covered the entire hand, with bloodshot eyes dotting the skin -staring right back at her frozen face. Veins pulsed and protruded, like an enigmatic nightmare that the girl wasn't able to fully comprehend.

She then turned her head back in a rush, hoping to see her wings as they were, but all she saw was a pair of branching bones instead, bloody membranes connected to her shoulder.

She vomited.

Disgusting.

Disgusting.

Disgusting.

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"Papa, help me..."

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"Disgusting."

Flo is a hybrid, an offspring molded by a human and a dir. In the world of Fleis, an earth forged in the searing furnace of the great Elders, the act of such was deemed a sin so grim that Flo was then sold to slavery, severing the bond with his parents -never again to feel their warm embrace.

With everything taken away from him, he now survives in the hands of a human master, fighting in a bloody cage built by human kin: an arena. He thrives in the death of other slaves and hybrids alike for the sake of seeing the light of tomorrow. Ruthlessly and mercilessly, he fought -until he met an old man who changed the course of his entire story by the blink of an eye.

Follow Flo's journey, along with a bird-woman and a human deserter, as he turns from a mere slave to something far, far greater in this colossal and mystic world of Fleis -built using the flesh, blood, and bones of a dead Ancient, brimming with mythical races and magic galore that'll leave you biting your fingernails for more.

It was already January in the international sea closest to Naples. The temperature was extremely low, especially at night. On the nameless island, the sea breeze blew wantonly. It was really cold.


Dongfang Mo and Ahao had already been on the nameless island for two days and two nights. Of course, Dongfang Yingwu had not left because he had been wandering around the island. He and Dongfang Yingwu played hide-and-seek.


The night before last, Ahao had discovered a house between two trees. Moreover, that simple wooden house was placed on the tree trunk, giving people the illusion that they had arrived in Myanmar.


This was because Myanmar's da Wang Sheng tribe liked to build their houses on tree trunks. However, this was the northern hemisphere of Asia. Logically speaking, it was impossible for them to have the same customs as Myanmar. It was probably because the sea water was prone to high tides The people who lived on top had probably built their houses on this tree trunk.


The night before last, he and a Hao took advantage of the thick fog to fumble under the two trees. Then, they used a detector to confirm that there was no one in the wooden house. Only then did he climb up the tree and enter.


There was indeed no one in the wooden house at this moment. However, there were traces of people who had stayed there. Moreover, his sense of smell was very sensitive. He immediately smelled a familiar smell.


Dongfang Yingwu had stayed in this house before, which was certain. It was estimated that Dongfang Yingwu had come to this wooden house more than once during the past three days when he was waiting for his money to arrive. It was unknown whether he was resting or setting up some traps.


The wooden house was very simple. The floor was made of a few big trees, and there was a bit of bark on it. Similarly, the walls were also made of tree trunks. The roof was also covered with trees, and the top was covered with grass of unknown origin.


He did not see anything special in the house, so he was slightly disappointed. The moment he turned around and left, he was shocked to find a book. No, to be precise, it was not a book, but a book. It looked like a notebook or something.


He was a little surprised and thought that the book looked familiar, because he had seen it in his parents'study when he was in high school. It seemed to be his mother's diary.

His mother was gentle and loved literature. She was a little sentimental. Although she didn't become a scholar, she had developed the habit of writing a diary over the years. She always liked to write down small things in her life.


He almost instinctively reached out and took the book. Just as he was about to open it to take a look, he heard footsteps coming from afar. Ahao called him from under the tree, "boss, come down quickly. Someone is coming. "


He quickly hid the book in his clothes and slid down the tree trunk as fast as he could. A Hao was waiting for him from below. The two of them quickly hid behind the rocks of a big tree a few meters away Dongfang Yingwu and a capable subordinate walked between the two trees.


"where did those people run to just now? " Dongfang Yingwu asked a little irritably.


"I don't know, " Dongfang Yingwu's subordinate answered truthfully. "The fog is too thick now. It's so thick that even a flashlight can't shine more than two meters away. If those people hide anywhere, we won't be able to find them. "


"D * Mn it, this weather. Do you still want people to live? " Dongfang Yingwu growled in annoyance. Then, as he climbed up the tree trunk, he ordered his subordinate, "you stay here. I'll go up and get something before coming down. "


"Yes, " Dongfang Yingwu's subordinate replied. However, he instantly heard a sound coming from not far away, so he couldn't help but shout, "boss, not good. There seems to be someone nearby. "

Five years ago, she replaced her twin sister to marry him who was burned beyond recognition and even became a eunuch. Five years later, when they met again, he pressed her against the wall in the corner A low voice sounded with doubt. "Is your daughter mine? " The corners of her mouth curled into a sneer. "Are you sure you have the ability to do that? " His originally cold face instantly turned into the darkness before the storm His voice was fierce and low as he growled, "woman, you are challenging me! "

"Can I?" Anna asked Wu Tang touching the door.

Wu Tang contemplated for a moment, Grandpa Li haven't allowed anyone to enter this room. It's very sensitive topic to him. Whenever he feels low he would lock himself inside Li An Shu's room for hours.

Nevertheless Wu Tang nodded letting Anna to go in. After all it's her mother's room and she's no one to stop her. Wu Tang left once Anna entered the room.

Anna was greeted with a beautiful white room, it was elegant just like Li An Shu. The room was clean and well organized even when no one uses it. There's also a office workspace inside the room. The entire wall was filled with numerous books.

Anna walked around casually glancing through Li An Shu's things. Anna was amazed looking at Li An Shu's perfumes notes. Anna had some idea about perfumes after working on Belle. One can easily tell the love Li An Shu had for perfumes. No wonder Yu Han wanted to make a perfume in Li An Shu's memory.

Anna's eye fell on a thick album hiding behind the perfume notes. It looked old and bit dusty. The album was filled with pictures of Li An Shu, from her childhood to graduation. A smile crept up on her lips looking at the pictures. In one of the photos Li An Shu had buried Li Xiong in mud with his head popped out showing a victory sign steeping on him. Poor Li Xiong was crying looking at the camera.

Looking at the pictures you can say Li An Shu was fun loving person and was easily adored by anyone. She had her own charm. 

Anna squinted her eyes looking at the Li An Shu's University pictures. It was Li An Shu and Yu Kong's picture taken in the campus. It was a group photo, Yu Kong was holding the basketball championship trophy with his teammates and others among the girls Li An Shu was looking at Yu Kong in admiration.

The next pictures was all full of Yu Kong's. Their first date photo was also there with Li An Shu kissing Yu Kong's cheeks.

So, it was a campus love. 

There was another photo which grabbed Anna's attention. It was a group photo of three, Li An Shu, Yu Kong and another person. But, the more Anna saw the photo the more she felt she has seen that person somewhere. 

Not able to put a finger on that person's identity Anna closed the album and returned to it's original place. 

Anna's eyes fell on something else, it was a wooden box. Anna stood on her tiptoe trying to reach the box but was unsuccessful. She had seen a similar wooden box in Yu Kong's room as well with initials engraved as 'LY'. Anna was curious to know what's there in that box. Now don't take it wrong, she just wants to find some clue or anything which can clear the mystery behind Li An Shu's death. 

Standing on the swivel chair Anna successfully reached the wooden box. It was filled with love letters and few gifts from Yu Kong. Anna sighed in disappoinment placing back the wooden box. 

The swivel chair moved slightly making Anna loose her balance, in panic Anna grabbed the bookshelf. Her movements only caused the chair to move further away.

*Thud*

Anna fell on her bum. The wooden box and other books fell on the ground with Anna. It was a mess.

 Anna winced in pain rubbing her bum. Her waist hurt a little as she tried to stand up.

Is Li An Shu angry on me for looking into her things? 

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again. Please don't punish me." Anna immediately clasped her hand together and bowed. If there's anything which can scare Anna then it must be ghost's.

Anna began cleaning up the mess she made. Placing back the books Anna came across a book called 'White love'. The name was quite unique, Anna wanted to open and read it but she controlled herself not wanting to be punished by Li An Shu again.

With a heavy heart Anna placed the book back  to its original place but somehow it wasn't fitting in there. With no choice left Anna decided to put it on the top row which was empty. Anna sighed looking at the swivel chair.

"You better don't make me fall this time or I would sell you off." Anna warned to the lifeless chair.

Standing on the swivel chair once again, Anna placed the book. Before she could get down, the book fell on her making Anna loose her balance again and fell on her bum.

"F**k" Anna cursed out loudly glaring at the swivel chair.

The books had fallen once again. The 'White love' book was lying with it's cover open.

Anna's eyes widened as she saw a another book inside that book. The 'White love' was just a cover. The other book was the personal dairy of Li An Shu.

Is this a blessing in disguise?

Should I read it?

Is this a sign of Li An Shu?

Before Anna could open the dairy and read it the door swung open by Wu Tang. 

Wu Tang's eyes fell on Anna who was sitting on the floor with books sprawled all over.

"I heard some sound, are you alright?"Wu Tang asked in concern helping Anna to stand up.

"Yeah." Anna smiled awkwardly. It was quite embarrassing.

"I was just looking..." Anna tried to explain with a embarrassed smile.

Wu Tang smiled back.

"No problem, I'll clean it up later." 

"Now let's go, everyone are waiting for you." Wu Tang said walking out of the room with Anna following her behind.

Anna sneakily took away Li An Shu's personal dairy with her.

Anna was a cheerful, fierce and brave girl she follows an eye to eye and tooth to tooth concept. But due to some unfortunate fate she met with an accident.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a unfamiliar place facing unfamiliar people. What's more shocking is she's no longer Anna Mantis. She's reincarnated as Yu Han who's a rich, soft, shy, caring and beautiful woman, surrounded by the people who love her, who hate her, who wants to hold her in there arm and protect her but also by the people who wants to see her in nothing but pain and wants her dead.

Anna a.k.a Yu Han had finally adopted to her new body and surrounding. Her new life goal is only to take revenge for Yu Han's life.

But fate has another plan for her, one day she has to go back to her ownself but the question is will she be able to leave the people who now has become part of her life, her family and her love??

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sneak peek

"Hubby, do you want to be punished for bringing another woman here." Anna's eye had fire. Ji Yang smiled at his wife.

"I'll be glad when you're the one punishing, I'm looking forward to it.." Ji Yang smirked. Anna is stupefied seeing his shamelessness.

"..and don't worry Feng Yi is not with me.." He switched his position and now Anna is caged between his arms.

"Now let's talk about your punishment for coming with another man here" His voice is low and seductive, Anna lost all her senses as he bit on her earlobe.

Wang Yao went up to Nanshan Hill after staying in the clinic for a while.
San Xian ran all the way down to welcome him. He jumped around Wang Yao and wagged his tail. He was so happy to see his master return.
"San Xian, did you put on weight again?" Wang Yao joked.
Woof! Woof!
"Is everything alright on the hill?" Wang Yao asked.
Woof!
"Good," Wang Yao said.
As he reached the foot of Nanshan Hill, where he planted a large number of trees, he noticed the trees were all growing well. The aura on the hill had started to expand to the foot of it.
"Good work!" Wang Yao noticed the soil underneath the trees was still wet.
Someone had been watering the trees while he was away. He didn't ask anyone to do it for him, so he presumed it was San Xian who had been watering the trees.
"Thank you, San Xian," Wang Yao said.
Woof!
The aura on Nanshan Hill was becoming stronger.
"I need more trees here," Wang Yao said.
He had gained a lot during his trip to the Dragon Tiger mountain. Although Nanshan Hill was a small hill compared to the Dragon Tiger mountain, it would be better off with more trees and plants.
"Wait! Those items should be ready by now," Wang Yao said.
He went into his cottage to take out a jar. Inside it was wooden boards soaked in a special herbal liquid. He took the wooden boards out to dry. He took a good look at the wooden boards and smelled them.
"Good, they are ready," Wang Yao said.
He cleaned the wooden boards before putting them away and walked out of his cottage to stroll around Nanshan Hill. San Xian quietly followed him.
"San Xian, we need to continue to plant trees to improve the environment of this planet," Wang Yao said.
Woof! Woof! San Xian became very excited every time Wang Yao mentioned planting trees.
"Do you like trees?" Wang Yao asked.
Swish! Swish! He heard some noises. The next minute, a black snake appeared in front of him.
"Hi, Xiao Hei," Wang Yao said. He continued to walk, followed by two protectors of the hill.
There were many more trees on Nanshan Hill than the other hills in Lianshan.
"I need to plant more trees here and there." Wang Yao pointed at different locations as he was walking. He marked the locations with his foot by stepping down to make a small hole.
Next, he walked around Xishan and Dongshan hills, especially the two deadly areas on Xishan Hill. The dandelions and bristle grass were growing well around the two deadly places.
"Interesting," Wang Yao said.
He watered the dandelions and bristle grass with ancient spring water and some herbal decoction containing miasma grass, which could kill the poisonous insects. According to his experiment, the insects that transformed from mole crickets were extremely scared of miasma grass. The decoction could easily kill them. Even the smell of the decoction would immobilize the insects. The licorice roots were extremely powerful.
I must kill them all! Wang Yao thought. These places will be alive again.
He could make the two deadly places alive again, but he was not ready to do so.
It had started to become dark during his walk. On his way home, he saw Zhong Liuchuan, who was having a walk in the distance.
"Hi, Dr. Wang, you are back!" He walked toward Wang Yao as soon as he spotted him.
"Yes, I arrived this afternoon," Wang Yao replied.
"Everything alright?" Zhong Liuchuan asked.
"Yeah," Wang Yao said. "Have you had dinner?"
"Yes," Zhong Liuchuan said.
"I've got something for you." Wang Yao took a small wooden board out of his pocket.
On the surface of the wooden board was the carved Chinese character for medicine. On the other side was a carved hill. The wooden board had a unique herbal smell.
"What is it?" Zhong Liuchuan asked.
"Just a small object. Keep it," Wang Yao said. "From now on, I won't charge anyone who comes with this wooden board. I'll try my best to help the person."
"Really?" Zhong Liuchuan asked with surprise.
He knew how capable Wang Yao was, so the small wooden board meant a lot to him. To some extent, the value of the item was equal to a person's life.
"Of course," Wang Yao said with a smile.
"Thank you very much," Zhong Liuchuan said. "By the way, do you have a name for it?"
"Yes, it's a pharmacist's order," Wang Yao replied.
"Pharmacist's order?" Zhong Liuchuan repeated.
"I don't think you'll need it since you've settled here," Wang Yao said. "By the way, have you finished reading the book I gave you?"
"Not yet, I'm still reading it. It's such a wonderful book," Zhong Liuchuan said.
It was not an easy read for him in the beginning. He had no knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine. He was subconsciously a bit resistant to the book. However, he forced himself to continue reading it.
After three days, Zhong Liuchuan started to find the book interesting. The more he read, the more he was into it. The book described the acupoints and meridians of the human body and their functions, as well as human anatomy.
He now had theoretical support for his kung fu practice. He knew how to kill a person or make the person unconscious with one hit. He kept thinking about his kung fu practice while reading the book, although it wasn't Wang Yao's purpose in lending him the book.
"Great. Continue to read it. It will be a great help to your kung fu practice," Wang Yao said.
"You are right," Zhong Liuchuan said.
Wang Yao went home after chatting with Zhong Liuchuan for a short while.
Zhang Xiuying had made fish soup, which was sitting on the table. The soup was milky white and smelled nice.
"Hmm, yum," Wang Yao said.
"Eat as much as you like." Zhang Liuchuan looked at her son. Her eyes were full of love. "Are you going to go back to your clinic tomorrow?"
"Yes," Wang Yao replied.
"Will you be going away again soon?" Zhang Xiuying asked.
"No, if everything stays the same," Wang Yao said. "Why do you ask?"
"Nothing special. Eat your fish," Zhang Xiuying said.
As a parent, she wanted her son to have a successful career. She also wanted him to stay with her, especially as she became older. An ancient Chinese saying said that while parents were still alive, their children shouldn't be away. It made sense.
Wang Yao didn't go back to Nanshan Hill right after dinner. He chatted with his parents for a while and gave them a massage. He didn't leave home until 9:30 p.m.
There was no one on the street. The village was very quiet.
It was nice and cool at night in the evening, even cooler than in Dao. The weather was even more pleasant on Nanshan Hill.
Home is the best place in this world! Wang Yao thought.
He turned the light on after entering his cottage.
…
Sun Zhengrong was talking to Sun Yunsheng in Dao.
"What? Hou Shida is sick?" Sun Zhengrong asked.
"Yes, I just got the news. He was admitted to the hospital. He is very sick," Sun Yunsheng replied.
"What happened to him?" Sun Zhengrong asked.
"It seems that he has thrombosis and gastroenteritis," Sun Yunsheng said.
"That is not serious," Sun Zhengrong said.
Hou Shida was the third son of the Hou family. His condition was strange. They had just received evidence of the crimes Hou Shida committed and had been thinking about how to deal with it. Now, Hou Shida was sick.
"What did he do before he was sick?" Sun Zhengrong asked.
"He was having sex with two college students in his house," Sun Yunsheng said.
"Can you find the two college students?" Sun Zhengrong asked.
"Yes," Sun Yunsheng replied.
"Find them and ask them what had happened," Sun Zhengrong said. "Don't let anyone know we are following up on this."
"Dad, what are you worried about? Are you worried they will blame us for what happened to Hou Shida?" Sun Yunsheng asked.
"Yes. At the moment, we are the prime suspects for whatever happened to Hou Shida in Dao, even if it has nothing to do with us," Sun Zhengrong said as he lit a cigarette.
"I heard he has enemies everywhere," Sun Yunsheng said.
"I know," Sun Zhengrong said. "Anyway, find the two college students as soon as possible. We need to prepare for the worse."
Meanwhile, Hou Shida was lying in the best Dao hospital in pain. His stomach, head, and butt hurt.
"Sh*t! What's wrong with me!?" He cursed.
He was in excruciating pain, but the doctors told him there was nothing wrong with him. He thought the doctors were just bullsh*tting. How could he be fine and suffer from excruciating pain at the same time? He decided to call his family to tell them he wanted to go back to Beijing.
Did Sun Zhengrong do this to me? Hou Shida thought.
It was a long night for him. He was transferred to a hospital in Beijing the next day.
…
The sun rose, as usual, in the morning. Wang Yao spotted two people waiting outside his clinic on his way down from the hill. One of them was the man he had spoken to the day before. The man was in his 40s and dressed nicely. The other person was an old man in his 60s. They seemed to be father and son.


In an inaccessible village, there were a few houses on the hillside. 
People from far away were attracted here and the mountain road was crowded with luxury cars, because, in this town, there was a young man with incredible medical skills  who could cure all kinds of illnesses!

To pick is to choose. This is a story about choices. Three thousand worlds full of gods and demons, with a daoist scroll in your hand, you are able to control the entire universe…

At the beginning of time, a mystical meteor came crashing down from outer space and scattered all over the world. A piece of it landed in the Eastern Continent, with mysterious totems carved upon it. Through the observation of these totems, humankind comprehended the Dao and established the Orthodoxy.

Several thousand years later, the fourteen years old orphan Chen Changsheng left his master to cure his illness and change his fate. He brought a piece of marriage vow with him to the capital, thus began the journey of a rising hero.

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