2 two

Ran MiQian, the seventh child of the eighth generation of the MifeiRan sect, was very weak. He couldn't punch, couldn't run and was anxious about everything.

But while his body was weak, his mind was strong, which caused his cultivation to be quite good. He could think faster, had the best strategies and he was blessed in the arts.

But because of the reputation of his uncle, Ran BenZi, there were only few people that knew about Ran MiQian. But the young man didn't mind that, he felt better with less attention. Adding to that, he was great at disguising himself and others and he had a habit of walking without making the slightest sound, which caused his breath to be shallow and therefore he couldn't perform better at physical activities.

He would often scare people with his sudden, quiet appearance and there was a time where he was called the ghost of Sunspot residence.

When he had been young, he was often bullied for his girly appearance, but his master helped him make his body durable, taught him the silent stepping technique and all the other things.

Then, when Ran MiQian turned fifteen, he had reached his peak of cultivation. Even though he was weak, he succeeded in taking down very strong monsters and by the time he was twenty he was well known in the cultivational world.

He was good a forming teams and giving them the right instructions, strategically taking down his opponents.

But in the same year, he vanished without a trace. Neither his body nor soul could be found, so everyone assumed he was dead because a mission had failed.

„But I am obviously still alive?"

„Yes. But you also do not remember anything."

„Could it be that I made myself forget intentionally?"

„That might be, but we will not be able to find it out."

„Then, did I meet you on a mission?"

The young master nodded. He was a disciple at that time and was put into Ran MiQians team. It was a very good experience for him.

„How long ago was that?"

„Approximately… forty to fifty years ago."

„My god, my cultivation really must be high! I look younger than twenty!"

„Yes, that is true." The young master smiled. „You were quite the cruel teacher. When we wouldn't listen, you would continue talking, and when we would have needed what you had said, you would say „I told you, didn't you listen?". Because of such experiences, everyone listens when something is explained."

MiQian silently approved of this method. Xianxia worlds were often designed to be very hard. If you weren't attentive, you would die. If the cultivators didn't learn that early enough, they would have quite a lot of problems.

„After losing your memory, you character changed quite a lot…"

„From what you said, there aren't many people who remember me, so it should be fine."

„Right." The other man thought for a moment. „My full name is Fei Mo. You will not have to call me young master in the future."

„Much appreciated." MiQian smiled.

Fei Mo sighed in his heart. MiQian still had this face full of smiles, bearing any difficulty and even doing weird stuff when he thought it was necessary.

In the evening, while MiQian was bathing, the system gave him a notification.

„Skill meditation updated, now available again. Meditate to see the skill menu."

So MiQian began to meditate. The skill menu was more of a skill tree, with the branch of stealth completely done, which meant that he was also good at dodging. Good to know.

But the other branches were really bad. Some had only once been touched a little bit, so it was more like they were withering, waiting to be cared for.

He also noticed that there was a box in which stood „class". He curiously opened it and discovered an unpleasant surprise: Depending on your sect, you had different points of interest.

And what were the Ran? Archers! MiQian had no upper body strength, how could he be an archer?!

He looked at the other classes. There was the Shiru sect who specialized in medicine and healing, but they were also fond of using poison when fighting. While the Ran used bow and arrow, for some reason, the Shiru used instruments. But there was a thing called music therapy, so how could MiQian doubt its efficiency?

The Yu sect used metallic strings and were basically the police, having the fighting style of a tank.

There were also the Wang, a branch of the Shiru sect, the Wen, close friends of the Ran, the Qing who did everything, especially logistics, the Anjing who were loners, collected stories and used „the arts" to fight, and lastly the Chen who were specialized in spying and everything that exploded.

Of course, there were also other sects, but they were less well known, since „rich" wasn't a criteria most cultivators searched for when choosing a sect.

MiQian searched a while and found a sect that had great spiritual powers but couldn't channel them through their body to strengthen it, so they used the elements around them. They could make water float, change its state and so on. They were also able to do it with the other elements, as long as they were around them. They were called YuanJian, but because of unknown reasons they had long disappeared.

But MiQian knew that he wanted to learn the technique of this sect. If he could, he could use the fan to create winds or such and it would be a great defense to help him survive, especially since he feared that he would be the villain of this novel.

You see, not only had he forgotten the name of the protagonist, he also didn't know if said person would have a blackening, and he had no idea which role he himself would play in this story. And that worried him. If he couldn't prepare, he would end up having major OOC, which meant out of character. If that happened, would the system try to correct him? Or throw him out? But he didn't want that, he was already dead and he wanted to have a good, long life before dying again!

He shook his chaotic thoughts off and concentrated on meditating. He drifted into the realm of his mind and saw a few memories.

Ran MiQian seemed to have a severe case of something that MiQian liked to call the two-face-syndrome. On the one hand he was that always scared small, petite guy, on the other hand the great schemer that could get rid of anyone that stood in his way. Such a character was close to terrifying and a good choice for the main villain, since nobody would suspect him, but everything would make sense once it was explained.

This state of his mind made him remember himself. In his past life, he had a rather sensitive character, which caused him to have extreme mood-swings and if he had been a character in a story, his personality would have been inconsistent since his attitude changed depending on the situation. His whole family had that case of being hyper sensitive and very realistic, making them notice things that others overlooked and making them seem rather intelligent when it seemed normal to them.

It was exhausting to explain, so they didn't if they weren't asked. Most people wold be too dumb to notice anyways.

Be kind to others, it will come back to you. Meaning? They will be useful. You just never know what hidden talents one has, so its best to be nice and respectful even if you don't like the other person.

Since there wasn't a big difference between him and the original Ran MiQian, MiQian felt that he would be alright as long as he stayed true to himself.

When he snapped out of his meditation, or better the short nap, there were some other workers in the bath.

They hadn't dared to disturb him, so when they saw how the water drops on his body slowly started floating, they were a little startled.

But the water drops just gently floated through the air without harming anyone, just creating the illusion of translucent, shimmering pearls in the air.

MiQian collected the drops, putting them together and forming a small dragon that flew over the heads of the other workers.

Everyone looked at it in awe and MiQian was very happy with himself. His meditation was a success, the talent this body had exceptional. Though he did wonder how the power of the soul was transferred to him… Maybe it was a golden core that was rooted in the body, having a close connection to the soul, but then how could this body be so weak? Were his acupuncture points sealed or what?!

Just as he thought that, his next thought was: Hey, actually, why not? If that is the case, I just have to find someone who knows more about it and when everything is done, I can train and get physically stronger.

An embarrassing thought followed: If I get stronger, will I grow?

He was happy with his new body, but he really missed his old body, being tall and slim, over 180 centimeters! Now he was small and to reach the same tempo as before, he had to almost run everywhere. So annoying!

It was in the middle of the night when he woke up. The town was still glowing as its inhabitants were still in high spirits.

MiQian didn't like the noise, so he had used talismans in his room that kept the sounds from outside outside.

He wondered what had woken him up. He was an immortal, so the need to eat was reduced, but if he woke up from hunger, he still had to eat. But that wasn't it.

He felt a presence in this room. Someone had entered his room and was now hiding in a corner.

Quietly, he sat up, reached out his hand and opened the window a bit. The red light fell into the room and illuminated a person clad in black that swallowed the light like a starving beast. The eyes were the only thing that wasn't covered by black cloth, and they were bright yellow, making the weathered skin around them look even darker. Judging by the eyes alone, he was from somewhere near the gobi desert.

„Who are you?" MiQian asked firmly. This was his room, he had full control over it, so who dared to enter it in the middle of the night?!

„H-huang Hua…" the person answered. The voice was thin and that of a young girl.

„Huang Hua?" He repeated. Yellow flower? Wasn't that a bit lazy? But it also fit the yellow eyes…

„Why are you hiding in my room?"

The girl made herself smaller, almost disappearing in the corner.

Suddenly someone knocked at the door. MiQian gave the girl another look, then stood up and peeked outside, barely opening the door to hide his sleeping attire.

„Have you seen a person of this height in back clothes?"

„I don't know…" he answered sleepy. He blinked intensely against the bright light of the lantern.

„They should be carrying a bag."

„What would be in the bag?"

„Some jewelry from one of the guests. It was just stolen, the thief should still be around."

„Is it an artifact?"

„No…?"

„Then I can't help search. I'm too tired… But A-Ying should still be awake, maybe she has seen someone."

„Ok. Thank you. Have a good rest."

„You too…" MiQian yawned and closed the door. He rubbed his eyes, closed the window and lit a candle on a small, low table, then went back to bed.

„Huang Hua was it?"

„Y-yes…"

„You are quite daring to steal from here."

„I didn't have the opportunity to steal anything…"

„Hm."

He fell asleep.

The young girl stared at him, but after one hour, he hadn't said anything. She blew the candle out and waited in the corner, also falling asleep.

As soon as MiQian woke up on the next morning, he was confused to see that the girl was still there. Immediately, the system informed him: „Companion acquired: Young low level yellow bird demon, Huang Hua."

What, a bird?, MiQian thought.

He clothed himself, got his food and brought it back to his room to share it with the young girl.

She was surprised to find him being nice to her.

„I…"

„I know that you're a demon, but you have no bad intentions. How about you stay with me?"

„A-are you sure…?"

„Hm… Well, it probably isn't allowed, but…" How could he explain that because of the system, he had no choice, but neither had she?

He took out the fan and waved it, losing himself in his thoughts.

„I don't have a home… So I really appreciate your offering… uhm…" the girl scratched her had.

MiQian smiled.

Huang Hua took off her black mask and revealed a young, pretty face that was used to harsher weather. Her eyes were big, reminding one of a small bird, and her hands were delicate with long nails, a bit like claws.

MiQian gave her new clothes and helped her clean herself. With her brown hair, the yellow eyes and darker skin, the gold-yellow clothes looked very good on her.

„Good. Now-…" the bell at his hip rang. He sighed. „Follow me."