Reverend Insanity
With his Three Fundamental Views* unrighteous, the demon is reborn. An old dream in the ancient days, a new author with an identical name. An old story about a time traveler who was constantly being reborn. An eccentric world that grows, cultivates, and uses Gu. The Spring Autumn Cicada, Moonlight Gu, Liquor worm, Comprehensive Golden Light Worm, Fine Black Hair Gu, Hope Gu. . . . . . And a peerless great demon that freely acts to his heart’s content. Translator's Synopsis: A story of a villain, Fang Yuan who was reborn 500 years into the past with the Spring Autumn Cicada he painstakingly refined. With his profound wisdom, battle and life experiences, he seeks to overcome his foes with skill and wit! Ruthless and amoral, he has no need to hold back as he pursues his ultimate goals. In a world of cruelty where one cultivates using Gu - magical creatures of the world - Fang Yuan must rise up above all with his own power. -------------------------------- Gu is a legendary venomous insect, often used in black magic practices. It can take on the form of several insects, usually snakes, crickets, worms etc. * = one's world view, values of worth and philosophy on life
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編集者: Atlas Studios
Luo Mu Zi and Lun Fei were utterly speechless.
They wanted to criticize Fang Yuan, but Qiao Si Liu had made such a remark, if they criticized now, would they not be embarrassing Qiao Si Liu?
Luo Mu Zi and Lun Fei felt like they had swallowed a housefly but were unable to spit it out, it was unbearable.
Fang Yuan was laughing on the inside as he gazed around.
Qiao Si Liu was forcefully maintaining her smile, while Fairy Tian Lu gazed at her concernedly, her gaze seemingly containing some sympathetic feeling. As Qiao Si Liu's best friend, how could Fairy Tian Lu not know of her intention? It was just that Fang Yuan did not take the bait at all, making them be unable to do anything.
As for Luo Mu Zi and Lun Fei, they had such stiff expressions that it was quite funny.
Fang Yuan looked at these two: "How was it? My poem was not bad, right?"
"Not bad?!"