On the streets of the market of Dragnof´s capital, Aversia and Zeldairs were looking at the different wares that were sold there. It ranged from exotic fruits, to carpets, to weapons and armor. 
They didn´t have many chances to come to this place, since they didn't have much free time and in their free time were they most of the time playing with other children, watched Vulcan at his work or were shown many places or things by either Challot, Emrissen, Irene or Belserian.
But, the two of them still loved the market the most, because of the different things that were sold here and that there was always something new to see.
Challot, Emrissen and Vulcan followed the two half dragons from behind and were watching the two as they were looking at ethery thing that was displayed at the stalls.
Aversia was interested at the weapons, armors and accessories made from metals.
She was really interested in her father´s work and forging in general.
Zeldaris was also interested at the weapons and armors, but not as much as Aversia and was more interested at the different kind´s of food and magical objects.
He found the art of enchanting and Irene´s and Vulcan´s art of enchantment very interesting and even more by Vulcan´s try of combining forging and enchantment.
Both also had a love for books, they read almost every day and about almost everything.
Of course, Challot and Emrissen made sure that the two wouldn´t get their hand on mature books.
They continued like this, until they were at the last and most important stall, were books were sold.
The merchant at the stall was an old man, who was always smoking on a pipe.
"Ah, if it isn´t the two half dragons. How can I help you today?" asked the old man as he saw the two.
"Old man do you have anything new?" asked Zeldaris.
"Or something you would recommend?" asked Aversia.
"Let me think, I believe there was something interesting in the new books."
He looked trough the piles of books.
"There they are. I have two books that should be interesting for you. The first is an encyclopedia about humanoid races and the second is about celestial magic."
Both Aversia and Zeldaris were immediately interested and looked at their parents with puppy eyes, who all had a wry smile on their face.
Vulcan paid for the books, but didn't gave Aversia and Zeldaris the books, because he noticed that the two exhaled warm air.
He turned around and looked at Challot and Emrissen, who in turn looked very concerned because they knew what this meant and that this was really the worst timing possible.
The two half dragons didn´t notice anything strange, except that is got a little hot, but were more concerned that Vulcan didn´t gave them their books.
The two dragons quickly grabbed their children, used their magic to form their wings and flew of with the two half dragons, who were to surprised at their mother´s actions to react.
And a few seconds later came a two-meter-long grey flame out of both half dragons' mouth.
The surprised merchant looked at Vulcan and asked, "What was that?"
Vulcan, who looked at the fast disappearing Challot and Emrissen said, "A close call and really bad timing."
"For what?"
"They are developing their dragon´s breath and as far as I know dragons can´t control their breaths at the beginning and become walking flamethrowers who spew constantly fire and burn down everything in their vicinity."
The old merchant and Vulcan imagine what would have happened if Challot and Emrissen hadn´t reacted so fast.
The whole market area and a good part of the city would have been burned down.
And imagine this image, both were sweating bullets.
In the meantime, Challot and Emrissen arrived at one of the castles courtyards with the two flamethrowers, who in turn where overwhelmed by everything that happened.
The dragons were sighing in relief, made their wings disappear and sat down on a nearby bench and watched as Aversia and Zeldaris were continuing to spew flames, with a nostalgic look on their faces.
A few moments later and the two half dragons were finally able to work through everything that happened and realized that they were spewing flames from their mouths.
Initially overjoyed that they finally developed their dragon´s breath, but they soon realized that they couldn´t stop and started to panic.
"Don't worry, your body´s need to adjust to your breath and you will be able to stop spewing flames. Although that may take a while. For example, Challot needed one hours before being able to stop and mine was one and a half hours. So good luck and hopefully your jaws won´t hurt too much."
Both Challot and Emrissen started to laugh and thought back to the time of their first-time breathing fire and their parents laughing at them.
Although they were concerned over the grey flames that the two were breathing.
They felt ancient and felt as if they had no element, but at the same time had.
Was this magic at in its purest form and if so why were Aversia and Zeldaris able to wield it?
Questions upon questions were filling their heads, to which they knew none of the answers, but they were pulled out of their thoughts as they felt someone approaching.
It was Irene and Belserion and as they saw the situation the two half dragons were in and laughed.
"Ah, I can finally understand why parents find it so funny when their children develop their dragon´s breath."
"I was always wondering how it looks like when a dragon develops their dragon´s breath. But isn't it a little too small?"
"Well, they are only half dragons and most of their power´s are sealed, so I am not surprised that their flames are so small. But I have to say that I was worried, those two are after all their children and I feared that they would burn down half the city."
"Really, how big are the flames normally for the first time?"
"About 10 Meters for a normal dragon."
Belserion looked at Challot and Emrissen who were discussing something and continued," When it comes to stronger dragons, like those two monsters, I can´t say for certain."
"They are late bloomers and are going to surpass you and who are you calling monster?" yelled Emrissen.
"Since when is the length of the flame important and why are you concerned about it. Also, for us normal dragons are you two monsters."
And just after he finished, he was hit by Emrissen´s fist and was lying on the floor.
"Just because we were from birth stronger, doesn´t make us monsters and even if we are, you haven't seen the true monsters of the dragon race."
(He really needs to watch his words around those two)
Vulcan arrived after about 30 minutes and smiled wryly at what he saw.
Challot and Emrissen were grilling some food with Aversia´s and Zeldaris´s flame, Irene was mending Belserion, who was lying on the floor, with a fist mark on his head.
(He really needs to watch his language around them.)
"So, they are still at it, by the way can´t they just close their mouths to stop breathing fire."
 When Aversia and Zeldaris heard this, they rolled with their eyes as to say, "Thank you, captain obvious".
 "Thank you, captain, obvious, but it is not so easy, because if they do, the fire will go another route and that is to the most part unpleasant and most importantly if they did, we wouldn´t be able to grill right now." Said Challot holding a grilled fish.
"You two really are sometimes too much, you know that?"
"Isn´t it part of why you are together with Emrissen. Oh, and could you do as a favor and bring two vases with water. I think they are almost finished."
Surprised, Vulcan looked closer at the flames and indeed, they were getting weaker.
Vulcan ran of in order to find some water, while the two half dragons grew exited that it was almost over.
Five minutes later and Vulcan brought two huge vases and placed them besides the two.
The flames were almost out, and smoke began to come out of their mouths.
The second the flames were completely out, drank the two half dragons the water in the vases and drank almost all the water in them.
Steam came out of their mouths the moment they finished drinking and they started to massage their jaws.
"Congratulations you have successfully developed your dragon´s breath and took a very important step. Now go on, show us what you can do." Said Challot.
Aversia and Zeldaris continued to massage their jaw for a minute.
After their jaws didn´t hurt so much anymore, did they strongly breath in and breath out and breathed out a four-meter long grey flame.
This time the flame was much stronger and more brilliant.
"So, they finally show their strength."
"What did you expect Emrissen, they are our children."

I suck at writting a synopsis, so I am going to explain the premis of the story.
The story has two Mc´s Zeldaris and Aversia, both of them are half dragons and are born a few years before the dragon king festival and the creation of the dragon slayers.
They will travel with Natsu and the other dragon slayers into the future and will also join Fairy Tail.
This is my first time writing, so iwould appriciate if you could point out my mistakes.
Updates will be 1 chapter a week.

After all of Arthur's strength returned, he wanted to immediately try his new power, Blood-Blood Fruit. Above Athena's deck, Baby-5 was seen standing not far from Arthur. Where Arthur was seen easily turning parts of his body into intangibles with his Logia element, blood. The knowledge to do so was like being embedded in his subconscious. But when he wanted to create blood with the power of the Blood-Blood Fruit to become his weapon of attack, Arthur ran into trouble.
If other Logia devil fruit users could create their elements for attacks using their stamina, the Blood-Blood Fruit would need to use the user's life force. If someone's stamina is low they will be very tired, but if their life force is low then that person will be dying.
Baby-5: "Arthur, are you okay?" Baby-5 screamed in panic as she saw Arthur turning paler as if the blood on his body had disappeared as he created blood with the Blood-Blood Fruit.
Arthur: "So this is what Queen Otohime means. The longer the Blood-Blood Fruit is used, the faster the user dies. I'm all right, Baby-5. " Arthur reabsorbs the blood he creates making him more fit again.
Baby-5: "You'd better not use the Blood-Blood Fruit power to create your element until you have completely overcome it." Baby-5 was relieved to see Arthur's face bright again.
Arthur: "Did you forget my other devil fruit, Baby-5?" Arthur asked with a smile at the worried Baby-5.
Baby-5: "Ah !? Why did I forget it? Looks like this devil fruit is meant for you, Arthur. "
Arthur: "I think so, [Bloody Art]." Arthur created blood with the Art-Art Fruit ability and controlled it with Blood-Blood Fruit.
Baby-5: "Then can you control the blood in other people's bodies, Arthur?" Baby-5 again asked about the Blood-Blood Fruit's most dangerous ability.
Arthur: "Sorry, Baby-5, I have to try my power on you." Arthur made Baby-5 who touched him slowly drip blood from her fingertips.
Baby-5: "It doesn't matter, Arthur. It's nothing. " Baby-5 felt her blood move by itself out of the wound that suddenly appeared from her finger.
Arthur: "Try to step away slowly, Baby-5." Baby-5 happily complied with Arthur's request.

Arthur could feel the blood running down Baby-5's body the moment she touched his body. But after Arthur lost contact with Baby-5 and she was more than one meter from Arthur, it made Arthur unable to feel it anymore so Arthur felt sad because his ability range was very little.
Arthur: "Baby-5, come closer again."
Baby-5: "All right." Baby-5 walked closer to Arthur until one meter in front of him but still couldn't feel he was able to control Baby-5's blood.
Arthur: "Looks like I need direct contact with you to be able to control your blood and after you move away from me for more than one meter makes my control over your blood disappear." Arthur's conclusion also left Baby-5 a little disappointed.
Baby-5: "But it's not certain since you don't have much mastery over the power of the Blood-Blood Fruit." Baby-5 tries to cheer herself up and Arthur as well.
Arthur: "You're right, Baby-5, so please be my training partner to try out the Blood-Blood Fruit powers."

Arthur tried to develop his Blood-Blood Fruit power with his imagination. He continued to combine [Bloody Art] from Art-Art Fruit with Blood-Blood Fruit abilities as in the anime series Tokyo Ghoul and Deadman Wonderland. He was able to control a drop of his blood to fly through the air with the power of the Blood-Blood Fruit. And that ability made Arthur wonder if he could control the blood in his target's body just by contacting that drop of blood to the target.
Arthur: "Hahaha, I did it. With this, I can control the blood in my target's body as long as my blood is in direct contact with the target's blood although it's not more than 20 meters away now, Baby-5." Arthur was very excited when his experiment was successful.
Baby-5: "Congratulations, Arthur. I know and believe that you can. "
Arthur: "Gru~ ..." Arthur's stomach made their laughter stop for a while but they immediately smiled.
Baby-5: "We can have an early lunch." Baby-5 goes to the kitchen to prepare a meal for Arthur.
Arthur: "Yes, I will try to contact the other member's Denden Mushi babies they brought."

While Baby-5 was cooking for Arthur, Arthur himself was trying to contact the Denden Mushi of the other members. Looks like they're having fun on Fish-Man Island. When Arthur asked their plans for lunch, they all said there was no special plan and just wanted to try the food on Fish-Man Island. But because Queen Otohime and her four children were with his members, Arthur asked them to take Queen Otohime and her childs to Athena. Arthur want to repay their banquet yesterday.
Robin: "So that's why Joyboy said the word sorry through the Poneglyph." Robin's voice was heard entering Athena's cabin.
Otohime: "Yes, even though it's also just a story I heard from my predecessors." Queen Otohime, who had accompanied Robin to the Sea Forest, came fastest to the port where Athena was anchored.
Arthur: "Queen Otohime, welcome to our ship, Athena." A greeting from Arthur who was eating his third portion.
Robin: "How can you want to entertain the royal family but instead eat first... this much too." Robin sat next to Arthur, shaking her head at the empty plate on the table.
Arthur: "What else can I do? This is because I tried Blood-Blood Fruit power. " Arthur continued chewing his food.
Otohime: "Huhuhu… It's okay Robin. I am happy to accept your invitation. But I think this dining room will be too cramped if my four children come. "
Arthur: "Don't worry, we'll eat on the deck of the ship."
Koala: "Looks like it's already in the Fishman's blood so they can easily master advanced techniques of Gyojin Karate."
Kuina: "Maybe that's because of this, not many Fish-Man use swords." This time, the voices of Koala and Kuina came from outside.

One by one the other members came. Queen Otohime's children who accompanied Hancock and the others to shoping and tour the island also arrived. When everyone arrived at Athena, it was lunchtime too. Arthur creates chairs and tables for all of them, while Baby-5 is ready to serve their meal with Sugar help.
The royal soldiers guarding the three princes and Shirahoshi were still on standby. They looked worried because while accompanying Hancock and the others on a shopping trip, Shirahoshi got another letter. Different from before, Vander Decken wrote that he was very sad and angry about the reply from Shirahoshi and the royal family. At the end of the letter, it was also written that if he couldn't get Shirahoshi then no one else could.
Arthur: "This is getting worrying. Hancock, after this, if a letter or something flies to Shirahoshi again, make sure she is safe and go to where it came from. I want this matter to be resolved before we go next island. "
Otohime: "Thank you, my old friend, Arthur." Queen Otohime is truly grateful to Arthur and the others.

Otaku who want to be reincarnated in the world of One Piece, hm. 
Trying to go on an adventure in his second life, hm. 
Enjoy everything in the new world, hm. 
This is a synopsis, hm. 
Hm, that's it. 
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I am a beginner writer so don't expect too much. 
English is not my native language.
This novel is just fan fiction and the only thing that comes from me is all the new characters and places that I have added.
Cover is based on [ K - Yashiro Isana ] and [ Akatsuki no Yona-Kija ], I got the images from google and merge it.

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The night fell and the wind became more chilly. Dark clouds hovered the entire mountan range.
The villagers were all enjoying their food and drinks, some were even singing their hearts out with their wooden accompaniments. A small simple stage was set up infront and the whole area was surrounded by torches burning amidst the lonesome village in the mountain range.
Some families are busy preparing their children who will be involved in the coming off age ceremony. Children who reached the age of twelve and above upon the set date will be obliged to attend.
The village elder, Zi Du will soon take his special seat at the stage once the ceremony begins. Everyone looked at him with reverence. Not only he protected the village from some bandits with his exceptional martial art skills, but his morals and conduct are being highly admired by all the villagers as well.

He came to the village about two decades ago and garnered the respect of everyone around him. Eversince then, he pledge to lead and protect its people. He may look a little aged but with his harp eyes and dignified demeanor, anyone who will see him will surely notice his strong presence. There is a rumor as well about it him being either a nobleman or a high ranking warrior.

Tonight, he`s wearing a blue silk robe that is excellently embroided by white bamboo on its hem. Many believed that this well-suited his character of moral integrity, resistance, modesty and loyalty to his people. However today, his presence is somehow elegant yet lonely, desolate and heavy.

`` Master, it is time`` a middle aged boy bowed infront of Zi Du as a bell rang, resonating in the entire village, signaling everyone to gather and settle down.

Elder Zi Du looked up to the sky and whispered...

``Indeed, it is time.``

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Everyone settled down on their own seats and the atmosphere calmed down. Even children stopped eating and fixed themselves. Men put down their wine glasses and women reminded their children not to make any sound during the ceremony proper.
Elder Zi Du carefully made his way to his special seat with his long silk hair fluttering to the wind. A solemn and sacred song was being played through a Guzheng, particulary being played for sacred occassions.
(*Note: A Guzheng is a Chinese plucked zither with a large, resonant soundboard made from Paulownia wood)
At the ceremony, after all the guests have sat in the right position, the parents would give a short speech.
Then the person who was about to be an adult, would bow and show gratitude to all the guests for attending.
Boys will be given their Guan or Shu Fa, a hair ornament used to bind their hair. Girls will be given Zan, Chai or Bu Yao depending on thier social status or which occassion would it be.

Only Mu Guiying is left to recieve her ornament.
Xiao Yun looked at her daughter lovingly. Coming Of Age Ceremony is meant to be a turning point of one`s life to carry responsibilities. Some are the responsibilities of marriage, a family`s head, to inherit a position or power. However, her daughter might have one of the heaviest responsibilities of her future. Her heart aches for her.

Contrary to colorful Hanfus of the other persons in the Coming Of Age Ceremony, two figure emerged from the dark carrying a thin layer of white silk hiding a small petite figure behind.

``Yingying...it is time``

Every step she take towards him is another step away from his dreams. A mixed strange yet familiar surge of pain and happiness welled up from his chest, it made him difficult to breath.



He gave his respectful bow as their eyes met, hiding a streaming tear against his cheeks. Everyone else followed in unison. His deep ocean blue eyes trembled in agitation, alas, it has been forever. He won`t miss this last chance to be with her in the altar.



She felt her knees trembling. Once upon a thousand years ago, she was nothing but a subject needed to complete a divine prophecy. Seeing the look on their faces right now and how they bowed in utmost reverence, her heart melted in joy.



Another pair of jet black eyes stared right into hers, there she found her refuge for her raging heart. The man with the purest jet black eyes just like hers, went to the edges of the earth just to prove to her that she is more than what she thought she is, who spent another thousand years loving her, looking out for her, and became her strongest foothold.



The man`s purest jet black eyes won`t even come close to his pure love.


Once their eyes met, his body almost gave way. Her eyes, lips, nose, her presence, all of her...


she is indeed the owner of the Last Imperial Crown.


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Hi! I updated the book recently and deleted the previous chapters. Iæm still in the process of writing the new storyline so please be patient and hoping that you would support me more with the new chapter. xoxo

After returning home, Han Sen showed Yan the tutorial of Holy Angel and asked her to memorize it.
 
With the holographic demonstration, it was not difficult to learn. Being intelligent, Yan memorized Holy Angel after watching just a few times.
 
On the next day, the geno solution compatible with Holy Angel was delivered to their home by the staff of Saint Hall. Han Sen asked Yan to drink it in accordance with the instructions.
 
Because practicing hyper geno arts could generate a burden on one’s body and each hyper geno art had different effects, most hyper geno arts would have to be practiced along with the using of its correspondent geno solution.
 
An S-Class hyper geno art usually came with three bottles of geno solution, so it could be practiced by up to three persons.
 
If the matching geno solution was not used, Saint Hall would be exempt from any obligations and medical bills if there was an accident during the practice.
 
Before this, Han Sen did not know how advanced hyper geno arts worked, so he felt lucky that he had successfully practiced Jadeskin.
 
"Yan, this hyper geno art is the secret of our family. Do not let others know about it, OK?" Han Sen did not even tell Yan the name "Holy Angel."
 
Han Yan nodded seriously, "Yan will not tell anyone that I practiced a hyper geno art my brother gave me."
 
"Good girl. If you encounter some danger and someone asks you which hyper geno art you are practicing, tell him you do not know and it’s taught to you by your brother," Han Sen said.
 
"Yan understands," Han Yan said solemnly.
 
"Excellent." Han Sen patted Han Yan's head, feeling pity for his sister.
 
Children who grew up in poor families were better prepared to deal with problems. Han Sen had spent some care-free years when he was a child. When Han Yan was born, however, their family had been declining, so she had never lived a good life. For this, she was more mature than her peers.
 
Luo Sulan was in Second God’s Sanctuary these days and just returned home on the fourth day since Han Sen came back.
 
Han Sen also showed Luo Sulan Holy Angel, which shocked her. Although she didn’t know too much about hyper geno arts, she could tell that this was no ordinary stuff as the tutorial was very carefully arranged.
 
"Sen, where did this hyper geno art come from?" asked Luo Sulan, worried.
 
"Mom, don’t worry. I bought this," Han Sen said.
 
"How is possible that you have this kind of money?" she asked again.
 
"Mom, I am much stronger than before and have joined a military gang in Steel Armor Shelter. This hyper geno art is just a start. We will live better in the future…"Han Sen explained how he joined Qin Xuan's Steel Armor Gang, reassuring his mother.
 
"Son, you have gone far." Luo Sulan’s eyes were wet from happiness. She had endured so many hardships to see this day.
 
"Mom, don’t get emotional. It’s a good thing." Han Sen had more than a million left in his account after paying for the S-level package for Yan. He gave it to his mother and said, "This is what I earned in God’s Sanctuary recently. Mom you can use it to pay for the daily expenses."
 
"You take it yourself. You need the money..." Luo Sulan refused to take it.
 
"It’s fine. I am now with a military organization and my boss is generous. There will be more in the future." Hansen was trying to prepare Luo Sulan for more good news.
 
"Sen, keep in mind that you shall never be aggressive. Don’t get involved in any trouble..." Luo Sulan said earnestly.
 
"Mom, I understand. You know your son. I have always been low-key," Han Sen quickly said.
 
"Good, good. As for the hyper geno art, you’ve got Yan started, right? Tell her never to show it off, in case people would be envious." Since father's accident, Han Sen’s mother had changed a lot and was constantly afraid that her children would be in danger.
 
"Mom, do not worry. I have told Yan and she promised me she would never tell."
 
"No, I have to personally tell her again." Luo Sulan got up and went to find Yan.
 
Watching Luo Sulan leaving, Han Sen felt very upset. If it were not for Dad’s accident, Luo Sulan wouldn’t have become so cautious and live in panic all day along.
 
"What happened?" Han Sen regretted that he was so young and didn’t understand anything. All he knew was that Dad had an accident.
 
He had asked Mom and Mr. Zhang, but they were both hesitant to say anything. Han Sen knew it was not just an accident.
 
In the stationmaster’s office at the teleport station, Yang Manli placed a capsule in front of Qin Xuan.
 
"Stationmaster, you are sure you want to use this?" Yang Manli looked at Qin Xuan who had picked up the capsule.
 
"I have to know why he is not willing to go to Blackhawk, and whether he wants to join my squad," Qin Xuan said.
 
"There are so many guys like him: cowardly, greedy and lecherous. There is no need to win him over. I think we should make every effort to get Dollar on our side instead, who can become the best archer possible," Yang Manli said.
 
Qin Xuan just smiled. "Dollar is of course amazing, but a man like him would not give us any chance to control him. Han Sen is still very talented, and I think he can do well. But the person I need must have a clean slate and be willing to join my squad, which takes me some effort to confirm."
 
Yang Manli wanted to say more but Qin Xuan stopped her, "Unless you can get Dollar to join our squad, Han Sen is my choice."
 
Yang Manli did not reply, but was secretly determined to find Dollar and persuade him.
 
Han Sen did not know what Qin Xuan saw in him that she wanted him to join her squad so bad. Before he entered the teleport station, he made sure that he wasn’t in Qin Xuan’s sight.  
 
Unfortunately, nothing could go unnoticed under her nose.
 
Looking at Qin Xuan standing in front of him with a faint smile on her face, Han Sen had to step forward.
 
"It’s been a long time since we fought. Show me your progress." Noticing Qin Xuan did not mention other matters, Han Sen was secretly relieved.
 
Han Sen was now much better, but he did not dare to show her all he got. Even if he did, she would probably still beat him.
 
"Drink some water." Qin Xuan took off her helmet and fetched two bottles of water. She unscrewed a bottle for herself and handed another to Han Sen.
 
Han Sen had no suspicion and drank from the sealed bottle of water.  
 
"Han Sen, do you think I’m pretty?" Qin Xuan suddenly asked.
 
"Pretty... of course you are..." Han Sen was surprised and looked up at her, not understanding why she was asking this question. It was not her style.
 
"Do you think my lips are prettier or my eyes?" Qin Xuan asked again.
 
Han Sen felt dizzy. He could not help but look to the mouth of Qin Xuan, and gradually his sight moved up and fell on her bright eyes.


In the magnificent interstellar era, mankind has finally developed teleport technology, but when trying to teleport, they are not sent to the future, the past, or any land known to men...

This mysterious space is called God’s Sanctuary, where lived numerous unknown creatures. Here, humans will make the greatest leap in their evolution to create the most glorious epoch in history.

"Sacred-blood creature black beetle killed. Beast soul of sacred-blood black beetle gained. Eat the meat of sacred-blood black beetle to gain 0 to 10 geno points randomly."

Time flew by.
The news related to Master Lin had gradually died down on the Internet. Every day, there was new eye-catching news that drew everyone's attention away.
However, the shop owners of Cloud Street missed Little Boss very much.
Elder Liang and a few other people came to the 'Master Lin' shop.
"Little Boss should be back soon, right?"
Elder Zhang said, "It should be soon. It's already been twenty-something days. He should be back in just a few days."
Sister Hong smiled, "I wonder how it feels like to be in there for a month. But why do I keep feeling as if Little Boss is being lazy?"
Elder Liang said in surprise, "Sister Hong, you have that feeling too?"
Sister Hong smiled, "This isn't just a feeling, it's the truth!"
Fraud Tian came over. "Sigh, it's like this everytime. With a flick of a wrist, he'd be gone and we'd be out of luck. The townsfolk wait for his scallion pancakes every day. Why have I followed such an unreliable person?"
"Haha, Elder Tian, you should be content with your situation. Look at how, ever since you've followed Little Boss, those scallion pancake-buying townsfolk pass you a cigarette every time they see you."
Fraud Tian said cheerily, "Don't talk about that. That has to do with my personal charm. That's why they pass me cigarettes."
"Hey, there's been a development on WeChat. A one dollar art sale and it's by our Nanshan Children's Welfare Institute. What's going on?" Elder Liang said in astonishment as he used his phone.
"Nanshan Children's Welfare Institute?" Fraud Tian was startled as well. He took over the phone. "You're not kidding. I know, it must have been done by him. When I went to Nanshan Children's Welfare Institute a while back, all their artworks had been taken away. They said it was for some activity, to raise funds for the children's education."
Wu You Lan unlocked her phone. "I'm buying an artwork. These children's artworks are really pretty good."
Zhang Zhong Yang was broadcasting, "Brothers, open your WeChats and participate in the one dollar art sale. Do your part to help the children. I, Brother Yang, will thank you all by broadcasting while dressed up as a female as long as the donations reach a certain level. I don't go back on my words."
"666...in order to see Brother Yang's broadcast, I shall contribute a hundred dollars."
"Haha, I am waiting for the female clothing broadcast. I've already bought from the sale."
"Although these drawings are average-looking, they are pretty good as screensavers."
"I've already bought."
"Brothers, WeChat really is problematic, selling one piece for one dollar. How long do I need in order to buy ten thousand pieces? If only I could change the price on my own."
"Wealthy man, please share some wealth with me."
"That's a really wealthy man."
Zhao Zhong Zhang smiled. He was just doing his best on Weibo in order to contribute an effort for the children.
"Brothers, no need to spend too much. Buying one piece each is enough."
"What a kind broadcaster. I'll give you a 'like'."
…
In a certain group.
Autumn Sword Fish Killer: "My underlings, come out. Participate in the one dollar art sale. Whoever doesn't participate, don't call me your Brother anymore."
The group members sprang to life.
"Wow, that's just what I want."
"Haha…"
"This is to help children. One dollar isn't much. We have to buy."
WeChat was now widespread and in everyone's hands, hence, the impact of this was very huge. Many people saw this activity promoted by WeChat when they opened their WeChats.
One dollar sale?
What kind of activity is that?
Many citizens were puzzled when they opened their WeChats.
"D*mn, this kind of sh*tty drawing for one dollar? I wouldn't want it even if it was free."
"WeChat must have gone crazy for money. This is a high-level money-earning method."
"Hey, this is to help children from an orphanage to receive education. It's a charity activity."
"This Nanshan Children's Welfare Institute is here in Shanghai. Most of the children in there were previously kidnapped by human traffickers."
"I never thought these children would be able to do such good drawings. I have to buy them. It's time to change my screensaver."
"F*ck, didn't you just say that they were a sh*tty drawings? Why are you saying that they're good now?"
"This is different. This is charity. "
"I agree."
"This drawing is not bad. It has a good creative concept."
"Creative concept my a*s. These children might not even know what that means."
"Enough nonsense. As long as I like them, it's fine."
…
In the detention house.
Lin Fan knew that today was the time for the WeChat promotion. He unlocked his phone to take a look.
*ring ring*
A call came from Zhang Long.
"Master Lin, the activity is online. We just checked. In ten minutes, we've raised fifty thousand dollars. This is just the beginning. The number of buyers will keep increasing."
Lin Fan said gratefully, "I really have to thank you, Chief Zhang."
Chief Zhang said, "No need to thank me. This is something that we should do. But are you doing well in the detention house, Master Lin? You should be coming out soon, right?"
Lin Fan replied, "Mmm, I'll be out in a few days. I've had to trouble you with this matter, Chief Zhang."
Chief Zhang said, "Master Lin, you're too courteous. Being able to help these children is the wish of all our staff members. Don't you worry, this activity will definitely succeed."
Lin Fan had very much confidence in this as well. The people of this country were very charitable, so this kind of activity would definitely receive large support. However, the follow up must be done well too.
After all, nobody liked not knowing how their donated money would be used. Hence, they had to be transparent with their follow up work.
Also, this kind of matter would definitely draw questions. The charity industry in the country was simply too complicated. There were many cases of people using charity funds to feast and dine, drive luxurious cars and live in luxurious villas. These cases cause even the organizations that do real charity work to be tainted black.
In a certain work unit.
"What are you all doing?"
"Choosing drawings. WeChat promoted an activity, a one dollar art sale, to help those pitiful children."
"I feel that the drawings are really pretty good. I wonder what kind of brains these children have to be able to make such abstract artworks."
"Look at this drawing I've chosen. How is it? Doesn't it look great?"
"Hey, it's really pretty good. What's its serial number? Although I don't know what it's supposed to be, I think it looks pretty good."
"Serial number 003. This is drawn by a Lil' Fatty. The description says that it's a tiger."
"???"
In a certain household.
The daughter said, "Daddy, I want to buy an artwork. I want to help the little children."
The father looked at the activity, then smiled as he patted his daughter's head, "Okay, okay. My daughter is really kind. Daddy will buy it for you."
Across the country, countless people had noticed this sale. To them, one dollar wasn't much and they could buy it on a whim.
Moreover, such a charity project was sure to receive positive comments.
However, what soon followed was negative news.
On a certain web forum.
A thread had been posted.
'Discussion about the feasibility and dark secrets of the one dollar art sale'
"Today, I've been flooded by people in my circle of friends who were all buying artworks. But when I saw them, they simply could not be called art. They should be called scribbles. If I drew these, I could draw several thousand in a day. Of course, that's not the important part. The important part is the motive of this one dollar art sale. Below, I will give an analysis for everyone to see. They say that they're doing this to raise education funds for the Children's Welfare Institute but according to what we know, these Children Welfare Institutes are managed by the government. We aren't needed to worry about their educational aspect. Although one dollar isn't much, WeChat is relying on quantity. If everyone buys from them, it will be a tremendous amount. I can't help but suspect that this one dollar art sale is a way of dredging for money. Everyone, please do not be cheated."
"D*mn, is this true? I feel that it makes some sense."
"Did you all realize that this is all just for one orphanage? What about other orphanages? Just what is the history of this Nanshan Children's Welfare Institute, for them to specially do such an activity?"
"That does make some sense."
"This is f*cking annoying. Everyone in my social circle is raving about this. I won't give a single cent."
"Some of the artworks are really not bad but some are clearly done by four-year-old kids. Do you really believe that a four-year-old kid can draw good Chinese artworks?"
At this moment, another type of public opinion had arisen.
This type of public opinion became more and more popular.


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


As a young lady cloaked by a silver and white Habit walked through a simple, decorated hall. Inching closer to the roof of this large complex.

As she stood Infront of an iron-reinforced door she mumbled. "Oh, Monevia may your strength, spread to this young lamb." She prayed and then opened the door.


Sigh. . .I knew I wasn't that lucky enough to be summoned, or at least be normally Isekaied. The boy said as he leaned on the railing of the rooftop edging onto another fall.

Of course, this kid is… "Astral! "A nun Yelled. . .Oh? why isn't my favorite Holy Lady, I smiled at her as she moved and stopped only a few inches from me.

Astral: Hello Sister Clementine~ are you also here to enjoy this wonderful morning?

As I said this, I turned around and eccentrically Said as I waved my arms wide, starting from my head to my hips, making an illusionary arc like a rainbow.

Sister Clementine: Stop acting so dramatic! (She yelled embarrassedly Because of the actions of her friend.) High priest Mathew's looking for you, he said he'll stop giving you "art supplies" if you keep him waiting. . .what?! No, Don't!

As Sister Clementine Boringly spouted about basically saying that my boss wanting me, to see him or else he'll dock my pay, as a response to that, I already started tying a high-tension alloy weaved rope and after locking it to my custom belt, I jumped off the complex's rooftop. Surprising my caretaker Clementine.

Clementine: Sigh. . .I hate seeing such bright-minded kids. . .Sigh. . . (She said as she looked at the wall gliding Astral Inching his way to the Office balcony of High Priest Mathew. She gave one more glance and left.)


Inside a high Priest's Office Mathew, steadily wrote report after report, and signed documents as one of the responsibilities of Priest he needed to do some administrative work. . .then a White growth emerged from his hand and spoke.

(Unknown)Symbiotic being: Hey Math! I can feel that Kids presence. (Mathew nodded while still doing his work and then shortly said)

Mathew: Alright can you unlock the door for me Light?

Without answering the growth extended and elongated into a tentacle and unlocked the door leading to the balcony. Puzzling Mathew.

Mathew: ahh. . .I meant the office door not. . .

Before he could finish a certain young youth burst opened miss calculating the amount of force, he used for his last jump.

I Got up ignoring the small pain and the little shock look of high priest Mathew, while trying to ignore such a lame landing. . .Dammit! I thought it was locked.

Astral: Ahem. . .Good morning Father Mathew, (I said calmly Not showing a shred of shame, for me literally bursting into his office.) Sister Clementine told me you wanted to tell me something?
As I stated my purpose for coming, Father Mathew finally started to lead the conversation.

Father Mathew: Sigh. . .Astral. (he spoke with a heavy heart and great sadness) your already fifteen and the ceremony of Monevia would begin tomorrow. . .and as your guardian I am the one how would decide if. . .

He didn't finish his words, as even I know what he means. The Ceremony of Monevia is like many Infusion ceremonies, people of this world commonly used to be able to battle Parasites and beasts.

Astral's Thoughts: Sigh. . .I know why he's so worried, unlike the other Ceremonies of the human States like Scream land, Lusheria, and Phage. The Monevia Ceremony often kills, the promising youths sent to her Infusion land.

I know of the rumors of how the founding parasite turned Symbiotic Guardian hates those who see themselves as the kings of their people or just plain old arrogant. . .That's probably why how Monevia is the only holy Human state in the federation.

(Unknown)Voice Telepathy: Good that you already know this kid. . .Believe me, even though I only ever met my father twice, and both times unpleasant. I know that he would rather devour you, than risk giving such a spirit the power to overturn our shared kingdom.

Astral's Thoughts: Oh? So, you must be Father Mathews's "Partner"?

Light Telepathy: That's right, Mathew gave me the name Light, and like him, I've also been watching over the children of this Youth Residents.

And from what I have seen in your character, you're a Rash, Creative, brave, willful, proud, stubborn, kind, friendly, and especially well-read youth. That leans more into being a force of chaotic good than anything else.

Astral's Thoughts: well, those things seem pleasant, but why? would Monevia want to extinguish another source of strength for her kingdom?

Light Telepathy: and that's your answer, in your time living in Monevia, exactly how many times have you seen anyone particularly stronger than his or her peer living in this city?

I'll answer it for you. no one and you know why? My father fears strength, for she lived and saw what strength would do to a kingdom or people.

It destroys, causes chaos, brings death, breaks families apart, and corrupts people. That's why my father hates change and fears strength.

Astral's Thoughts: I... I understand, but can't I even try? I understand that death would almost be certain. But I can't give back the favor this kingdom has given to me without the Symbiotic. I can't use art as the payment for my life. . .

Light Telepathy: Sigh… Okay, it's sad to see another great one leaving our house.

As the voice departed from my mind, Father Mathew has finally broken the silence. And slowly said.

Father Mathew: Child… You take more of my age than the other children, but I loved you as I loved the others and I know that the "Art" you love to practice isn't the only thing you want to do in this world. So, I give you my blessing, and host your coming-of-age department ceremony…

After that, he didn't speak, and I took it as my cue to leave. I walked to the proper entrance of his office and bowed lightly before living the room.


Light: Are sure about this? I know you have fate in my father but he is no god… just a very old Symbio.

Mathew: I know that light, but it's out of my hand, he grew up to the person he is now, not because of mine or any other influence but his own. A silence seems to penetrate the room after his words. Left their womb.

Astral's Thoughts: So, it's like that? Hua (sigh)... But still, I still need to get stronger, or else I'll just be eaten by this world.

Astral: Statues (spoke in English and he did he continued his casual walk.)

System active. . .Current mode, Panel Basic.

Artisan System: Compatibility 70% Evolvable.
Class: Artificer Grade level: Art Student (2/5) Crafting apprentice (3/5)
Physic: 20 (23) +3
Sense: 16 (21) +2+1+2
Mental: 20 (25) +5

Status Effect.
None

Passive and Active Skills.
Iron Will(passive) – Boost against any mental attacks.

Artistic Growth(passive)- Able to unlock and learn any skill that's related to art, to an average level of proficiency only by talent alone.

Painter(active)- Creator of painted beauty. Skill rank: Appealing (2/5) Bonus Stats S (+2)

Sculptor(active)- Creator of Sculpted Beauty. Skill rank: Average (1/5) S (+1)

Sword Dancer(active)- May your dance be feared by the evil of this world. skill Rank: Great (3/5) P (+3)

Crafter(active)- inventor is the title you seek. skill Rank: Apprentice (5/10) M (+5)

Sword Art(active)- lethality and beauty should be the aim of your blade. Rank: Basic (1/10) S (+2)

Race – Symbiotic Human Noble blood 50% Monevian 35% Parasite Beast mammalian 10% Ancient Symbiotic Beast 5%

World Type: Symbiotic Beast World.
Abbreviations: SBW

Dangers: weakest enemy type: F Rate Parasite Animals, common. Second weakest Infected humans, common.

Strongest enemy Type: An Ancient unique bloodline Symbiotic God Beast, Encounter rate: Rare. Note: children are common.

Astral: hmm… Three years, never thought it would take me this long, just to get this strong. Even if it's already my fourth reincarnation…

(Unknown)Girl: reincarnation?

Astral: huh? (I turned around and saw a small girl, grinning at me showing her small chompers) oh, so it's you, Sylvie. no, I was just mumbling on about a new novel I'm writing. Reincarnation is just a concept I'm playing with.

Sylvie: Oh, is it just that? And here I thought you went crazy again. (she said as she twirled around and walked off)

Astral's thoughts: huh… and she's off don't know why but she always does this, wait have I really gone insane before? I don't remember.

And like that, I reached my room at the very top of this cathedral-shaped residence, and as I opened my door room, I saw the clutter I never did cleanout.

Sounds of shifting papers and metallic scrapings sounded in the room, as he walked in. As the floor was cluttered by many things, like books stacked high creating hip-high monuments in one corner of the room.

And then there were the Papers spread around the middle of the room, some filled with different kinds of texts, and others carried with them illustrations drawn using a coal pencil.

Then there were the pieces of wood some shaped into small-scale sculptures of animals or pieces of machinery, and the others were broken pieces of furniture or scraped sculptures that were laid close to the balcony of the room.

And there were the metal pieces that fell from the work table on the balcony, that's occupied by ingots of different metals, and below the tables are the scraps and small furnace, used for the light metallurgy I play around with.

And, lastly, there were the different kinds of tools laid about close to their respected material like the pallet, paintbrushes, and coal penicils next to the piled papers. The carving tools next to the pieces of wood. The molds and small-sized series of mallets and other metalworking tools on and below the work table.

It was a natural mess that I'm too lazy to organize yet I do clean them. My thoughts Swirled as I took off my shoes, as I entered and changed into my foot paddings then laid on my hanging bed, things tightened, like the tensed rope sounds, while the metal parts creaked, and their laying I thought.

Astral's thought's: So, 3 years have passed and I've not met another system user. . .I've done everything I can think of, to get stronger. I only wish it's enough to not get eaten but that doesn't relieve me of my fears.

Sigh, I should have tried making bonds with the children here, playing the solitary prince never did make me happy, but it can't be helped I was to focus on my art to have time for anything else.

But I felt that I did create a reputation. . . (he fell asleep thinking of random things.)


(Unknown)Nightguard: So, Father Mathew, had the child agreed to go through the ceremony? 

Mathew: yes, he did. . .

Father Mathew at this moment was talking with a Night Guard, one of the elite units of the theocratic kingdom of Monevia.

The woman was dressed in the casual female uniform, of the Nightguard unit, her torso was layered by a black Victorian-style long coat, and it covered a clean white renaissance style baggy Doublet, that gives people a good view of her A cupped goodies.

But those small treasures were nothing compared to her long eye-catching legs showcased by her black leggings.

(Unknown)Nightguard: Well, that's good! (as she said this, she clapped her hands and smiled at the middle-aged man. Fainting the act of an excited child.)

(Unknown)Nightguard: I'll take him tonight, it'll better for him to be recruited as early as possible. . .

Mathew: No, it would be too fast for him. He's just turned 15. . .

She moved her hand stopping the excuses from continuing from the man Infront of her. But he continued.

Mathew: Vanessa. . .please.

His voice turned to that of a pathetic ugly guy asking a beautiful girl that's beyond his league for a date. She responded with an exaggerated sigh, while she fixed her Moon night hair behind her ear.

Lady Vanessa: Father, ill tell you why I'm in such a rush. Right now, the Nightguard is too fractured, with no one faction being strong enough to rule the rest. That's why as the nightguard bicker other Monevian "Guard" units started to create power plays.

For example, snatching potential candidates of other divisions. That's the main reason why my family's moonlight faction started to immediately recruit their candidates even before their Infusion ceremony.

Father Mathew looked dejected for him to learn such things the situation must be that horrible he thought, sigh I don't want astral to be recruited early. . .but I would rather have him taken care of by a patron of my cathedral rather than a random guard.

Mathew: sigh. . .Fine but at least let him say goodbye. . .

Lady Vanessa: Sorry father but this operation should be done as discreetly as possible. I'm truly sorry.

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Story Fact: Vanessa is a patron of father Mathews Cathedral, which means she used to live or her family have been sheltered by the cathedral before and being helped by the house they give back using wealth or protection or goods.

In this age of information and escapism, i ask. . .  how many would want, to willingly die like a hero, and then be able to live again? and then in this next life, you'll be given the chance of becoming a god. so, would you take it? or would you sit and read my adventures! through such an event where I fought and loved others who were equally given this chance. as I watched them be eaten by their strength, and be conquered by insanity, and then taken advantage of by others, and then becoming regretful souls in their new life. . . I sadly watched all of this, while being an incapable heroic artist to weak to help anyone. . . but I did succeed in telling their story, in turning their memory into my everlasting Art. at least I'm happy to remember that in the end, In a small way I did help.

[Ding! ! ]

The system prompt sounds.

In the room, Yang Xu was surprised.

He took the initiative to plead for Yang Rong just to get everyone's approval.

Only in this way can he be recognized in one fell swoop and complete the task of regaining the Young Master Position.

[Congratulations to the player, get the task reward:

S Level lottery chance once!

EXP +100000! ]

[Ding! ! ]

[Congratulations to the player, level up! Current level, Innate Realm Level 1! ]

[Congratulations to the player, level up! Current level, Innate Realm Level 2! ]

...

[Congratulations to the player, level up! Current level, Innate Realm Level 5! ]

A series of crisp sounds in the ear.

100,000 EXP makes Yang Xu's level soaring to Level 5 continuously.

Into the leap, Innate Realm Level 5 expert!

Yang Xu clearly felt that the whole body warmed up.

The power in the meridian has increased at an alarming rate.

A trace of energy essence penetrated into Eight Extraordinary Meridians, which made him Fleshy body and further strengthened.

Hey.

Yang Xu clenched his fist, and immediately felt that his strength was stronger than before!

"Blink to Level 5 in a blink of an eye, system you are too powerful!"

More than awesome, it is kind.

In addition to EXP, Yang Xu has another S Level lottery opportunity.

Without any hesitation, Yang Xu opened lottery world.

Suddenly, lottery roulette appeared.

There are cultivation technique, medicine pill, treasure, talisman…

Yang Xu's eyes suddenly flashed:

"S-Rank cultivation technique!"

This S-Rank cultivation technique, the masterpiece "Three Parts Returning Origin Qi".

This art can completely divide any thing or skill.

But what Yang Xu likes most is its special Attribute:

This art combines the rigidity and softness of "Cloud Parting Palm", the longness of "Wing God Leg", and the chilly inner strength of "Heavenly Frost Fist", and integrates 3 unique essences to produce a stronger Finger Art: "Three Parts Divine Finger".

In other words, if you learn S-Rank "Three Parts Returning Origin Qi", you will automatically get 3 A-Rank martial skills:

"Cloud Parting Palm" "Wing God Leg" "Heavenly Frost Fist".

And an A-Rank Finger Art:

"Three Parts Divine Finger".

"This happens to be what I need most now!"

Yang Xu eyes shined.

With "Nine Yang Divine Art", Yang Xu's demand for top level cultivation technique is temporarily less urgent.

What he needs most is some high level cultivation techniques.

Too weak of Yang Family's children is far inferior to other families.

To complete the main task of "rich and powerful family", only make them stronger as soon as possible.

Moreover, if you want to attract loyal men, you must have enough rewards.

In this World where strength is respected, what else can be compared to the preciousness of a superior cultivation technique?

"System, is there a way for me to specify this cultivation technique?"

Yang Xu asked.

If you can't get 10000, you're in trouble.

He asked casually, didn't expect:

"The player can accept the system's time-limited missions and get the opportunity to specify lottery."

system quickly answered.

"Huh, I found that after you updated the version of system, it was more thoughtful and humanized."

system didn't respond…

"Okay, I want to get the designated lottery opportunity to post a limited-time mission."

[Ding! ! ]

[Time-limited mission release: kill Jun Tianci! Task duration: 10 days. Does the player accept it? ]

Yang Xu without the slightest hesitation:

"Of course."

Even if the system does not require it, Yang Xu will kill this guy.

There is nothing more than a 10-day period.

In this way, lottery can be specified, which is simply cool!

[Ding! ! ]

[Players accept limited-time missions! Congratulations to the player, get the designated lottery once, do you use it? ]

"Use now! Choose S-Rank cultivation technique "Three Parts Returning Origin Qi"!"

Hey.

In Yang Xu's hand, a booklet appeared.

Go through it briefly.

Hey.

The door opened.

Yang Rourou in a red dress, energetic and bustling came in.

Seeing Yang Xu, she was shocked:

"Yi! It's only been a while, but you have so much strength?"

Yang Xu even rises to Level 5, Yang Rourou is a little surprised:

"You brat, innate talent is really strong, it must be comprehended."

Having finished speaking, she didn't pay attention to this anymore, but instead asked:

"Younger brother, you tell me, why plead with Yang Rong?"

A little dignity appeared on her face.

Yang Xu expression was slightly correct, he understood the meaning of elder sister.

Not slightly smiled:

"Elder sister, you can rest assured that I am not an excessive tendency to clemency. I know that even if he gives him more opportunities like Yang Rong, he will not change it, let alone make merits."

"Then you have to plead with him to let father kill him directly?"

"What a waste," Yang Xu smiled like a small fox:

"Elder sister, you think, if I plead for Yang Rong and show generosity, my Young Master Position will be supported by more people."

"And most importantly, I plan to use Yang Rong to train!"

"Use of waste?"

Yang softly immediately brightened his eyes:

"You brat! I think the one behind you is your real purpose? Are you planning to train your men and use Yang Rong to practice your hands? It's really my Xiaoxu!"

"By elder sister, do you have a suitable cultivation technique?"

Yang Xu asked.

Yang Rourou said without thinking:

"Nothing is right."

There was a trace of pride on her face:

"You elder sister me, but a rare Divine Martial Body with a through time! Ordinary cultivation technique can't develop my potential at all."

Yang Rourou pretty face is so full of dreadfulness that Yang Xu can't help but say with a smile:

"It turns out that this is why you suppressed the cultivation base in Innate Realm and deliberately did not promote Soul Warrior."

Divine Martial Body is one of the rare Divine Body. It is said that within the body contains extremely powerful power.

It looks like God treasure, once developed, sweeping across the world, unrivalled throughout the world!

No wonder she watched Yang Xu soaring to Level 5, without to make a fuss about nothing anymore.

She is a monster in her own right.

"Elder sister, look at this one, maybe it's for you."

Yang Xu handed over "Three Parts Returning Origin Qi".

Yang Rourou glanced over, and for the first time showed a look of consternation:

"Top level cultivation technique? Xiaoxu, did you really worship a mysterious powerhouse as a teacher?"

The top level cultivation technique is extremely rare, and she automatically believes that it is given by the "mysterious Master".

Yang Xu smirked nodded and asked:

"How is it for you?"

"Why is it not suitable, Xiaoxu, you are a big help for elder sister! Three Parts Returning Origin Qi, can completely divide any thing or skill! This is simply the best cultivation technique for helping me tempering fleshy body and digging within the body God's Storehouse !With it, the elder sister will soon no longer suppress the cultivation base."

Yang Rourou pretty face is full of surprises.

In another room.

Yang Qingtian towering like mountains, dragon walk tiger steps, entered the door.

Yang Xu mother looks forward to:

"How's it going?"

Yang Qingtian nodded:

"Although it was a bit risky, I solved it. They should find it temporarily."

Looking at his beloved wife, Yang Qingtian's firm face showed rare tenderness:

"In these days, you and Xu'er are suffering."

Yang Mother smiled softly:

"You are running around for our mother and son, and I should also accompany them in acting."

She lofty eyebrows slightly frowned:

"It's Xu'er's side, I wonder if he will blame you for being cruel?"

I do not own this book or am I translating it I just noticed it wasn't on this site and I love this book because of how amazing it is but it does have a alot of grammatical errors I also do not the one the picture I just found it on the book cover. 

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Yang Xu a loser with no money and a trash was granted the [endless upgrade system] cheat and crossed over...

"Liu Chong is an A1-tier ancient warrior. A superbly talented champion. His Deca Kendo Strike is rather unmatched too! And yet, someone like him would lose to this kid?! Just who is this young man?!"
"Don't you know? That's Qin Feng! He's the prodigy from last year!"
"Prodigy? Come on, be real! How could a mere young prodigy like that grow so much in just a year? To the point where he could beat Liu Chong?"
"Oh, you've been missing out, man! Lemme tell you his recent feats…"
Discussions and gossip started to spread like wildfire. Qin Feng's recent feats, as a result, began to spread vast and wide to various cities in just a day.
The video of him beating Liu Chong had been watched by various ancient warriors again and again because it was a really good material for reference when one was to fight champions.
Many were curious about the martial arts that Qin Feng used in the fight too.
Just what kind of secret technique did he use to beat this A-tier's S-tier martial arts? 
Some ability users used their abilities and equipment to playback the whole fight in slow-motion. As everyone was impressed by the great display of Qin Feng's skills, one person started to mumble to himself.
"This… looks like the fabled Wanzhong's Spirit Chain Rend?"
Many knew about this Spirit Chain Rend. It was from a tale that many told one another from hundreds of years ago. Every S-tier in the Huaxia Alliance was the talk amongst others in their lands. Some of their feats were retold so much that it became something of an urban legend.
"Hmm, this does look like the Wanzhong's Spirit Chain Rend. But… Qin Feng's Spirits looked more beastly while Lin Wanzhong's Spirits were all humanoids!"
"Well, this is quite understandable. Lin Wanzhong was a devil who murdered millions of people! This was how he perfected his Spirit Chain Rend—by using human souls. This was also why so many S-tiers got together to take him down back then!"
"Wow, so Qin Feng has mastered this legendary martial art? That's impressive!"
"Indeed. And martial arts aren't good nor evil. It all depends on who uses it. Unlike that murderer Lin Wanzhong, Qin Feng utilized the souls and spirits of the ultra beasts that he had slain. It just shows that when in the hands of a good man, a martial art has the potential to do good."
Upon hearing this, the others nodded in agreement. No one had a problem in Qin Feng using this so-called "evil art" that came from a murderer.
Nonetheless, there were still some people who were paying a keen interest on Qin Feng's mastery of the Spirit Chain Rend.
***
On the 9th Floor of the Dragon Capital.
Long Yue, Long Yunyi and a rather elegant looking woman were sitting together in a room, watching a large screen.
"It's only been a while since we parted. And yet, he has already mastered it!" Long Yunyi sighed.
Long Yue nodded with a stern expression on his face.
Meanwhile, a beam of smile curved up on the woman's face. "So, this is Qin Feng, huh? Interesting!"
***
In a fancy club in the Dragon Capital, dozens of clan leaders were gathering for a dinner.
Suddenly, they received a message before switching on a big screen. The screen showed Qin Feng and Liu Chong's fight. 
The joyous dinner turned into a dull torment.
Their faces were all grim and pale.
"So… remember we said we'd give Qin Feng 3 years?" One of the leaders opened his mouth.
They all then recalled that moment. They could not help but feel the sting of irony on their faces.
"3 years? I thought he was just stalling for time after all those bluffs. Now that I think about it… perhaps it was him that gave us a chance to save our faces. He didn't even need 3 years. We can't even touch him after just one year!"
"That Fengli Organization is going to be a goliath corporation in no time."
Everyone then sighed in defeat. They were thankful that they did not openly cross Qin Feng at the time. They were thankful that they hesitated when they got the chance to cross him. 
If not, they would be totally ruined. 
Now, no one in their group dared to touch Qin Feng ever again.
***
There was a cascade of tremors rocking the Huaxia Alliance and even the Dark Coalition. 
However, these were all not of Qin Feng's interest at the moment. 
After Liu Chong left, Qin Feng could finally relax and get back to his aircraft.
However, as soon as he stepped into the aircraft, Qin Feng instinctively felt a surge of danger in the air. Every thread of nerve in his body was perked up for another fight to the death. 
Qin Feng's consciousness immediately locked onto one person in the airship.
That person too did not bother to hide his presence. Instead, he stood up and walked straight toward Qin Feng, approaching him as if it was just business as usual.
Qin Feng's face turned grim. "What the hell are you doing on my ship?"
Z did not mind Qin Feng's hostility at all. Instead, he stood there and looked at Qin Feng's bloodied body with keen interest.
Qin Feng's mouth twitched as he raged in anger, "Do you think those ultra beasts could take me on? The blood is theirs, not mine!"
A clear disappointment crept onto Z's face. 
Qin Feng did not want to entertain him at all. However, it was true that he still needed to report the results of his mission to Z. As such, he said, "Wait here. We need to talk about that mission of yours."
"Oh? But you haven't brought the Devourer back though?"
"There's a change in circumstances!" After leaving another word impatiently, Qin Feng walked into his private cabin to clean himself up.
Despite having the blood washed up and having a change of new clothes, Qin Feng still could not completely wash the stench and presence of ultra beasts' blood off him. If there were young children standing near him right now, they would all weep out in fear and pass out. Thankfully, there were no children around at the moment.
After coming back to the airship's lobby, Qin Feng noticed that Bai Li was not back yet. She seemed to still be busy handling the refugees. 
As such, Qin Feng sat on the sofa and had a stare-down with Z. These two were only acquainted for a short time but they were definitely not on friendly terms. 
A moment later, Qin Feng told Z about Chu Fan.
"This boy seemed to be someone you kidnapped. And he is very well-versed in the subject of spatial overlap. You better watch out because he will devour everything in his path and come back to seek revenge on you!"
"Chu Fan? I don't know who that is. Still, this boy seems to be a really interesting research sample. If he dares to come out of the spatial overlap, I'll definitely retrieve him for further research."
Qin Feng frowned. "If this entire thing is not done under your orders, then can't you at least order your underlings to exercise some restraint?"
Z did not seem to care at all after listening to what Qin Feng had to say though. To him, research and scientific advancement for mankind were the most important thing on this planet.
Besides, a genius like Z was used to closing doors of opportunities wherever he went—after all, he was blessed enough to be a genius. Men like him were never short of opportunities.
This was also why Z was so self-centered and severely lacked empathy.
"Well, even though the Devourer is gone, I realized that this overlapped realm is quite a fascinating research subject. Perhaps we could get something much better than the Devourer too! Okay, a change of plans! I want you to bring some living samples for me from the overlapped realm. If you can do it, then I'll call it even. Oh, you've also humiliated Li Xiao's lackey earlier, right? If you want, I could help you deal with them if they come harassing you."
Qin Feng was stunned when he heard this. However, he quickly recovered his composure and asked, "Li Xiao? You mean that S-tier that Liu Chong swore allegiance to?"
Z nodded. "This man is a genius. A true genius in martial arts. He was the best prodigy I've known in his younger days. Of course, he's quite wary of the emergence of other talented people because he does not want anyone to replace him. So, you better watch your six."
Qin Feng's face turned grim. 
He did not know just how true Z's words were. However, he did not know any "genius S-tier prodigy" whose name was "Li Xiao". 
Unless he did not use his real name when he was out in the world.
Unless he used some other aliases.
Li Xiao, S-tier, a genius.
Then, a name popped up in Qin Feng's head!


The age of darkness has arrived. 
When the rift to an unknown plane suddenly appeared on Earth, monsters invaded, beasts mutated while humans, the once-dominant species fell to the bottom of the food chain. 
A hundred years later, three of the greatest classes evolve amongst humans: ability users, ancient warriors, and gunslingers. 
Qin Feng, an orphan of this dark age was tormented just as he awakened his pinnacle level of special ability, barely surviving for ten years in the post-apocalyptic world. 
Hence, he was reborn...


The children's painting classroom was in good condition.
North Wind was really good at painting. Although she was not an artist, she was an excellent painter. More importantly, she thought highly of teaching children how to draw. She put her heart into it.
Unlike some irresponsible teachers who made some simple graphics for children to copy, she taught from the basic skills of painting, including structure, line, color, layout and so on.
The first lesson she taught was "sketching."
Sketching referred to the use of a pencil to quickly express an idea. Some strong artists like Sui Xiong could use a pencil to draw a picture that made people clearly feel the strength, speed, temperature and even emotion of the picture. Ordinary painters could only draw and copy without emotion.
What North Wind taught was the simplest thing in sketching: drawing a box.
She put a box on a plate and taught the children how to draw it.
It was easier said than done. North Wind taught them one by one. It took her almost a week, but only four or five children learned how to do it.
These children who learned it first were either gifted or had basic knowledge from before. Generally speaking, they could do better in the future.
As for the other children, their drawings were disorderly and didn't even have a basic frame. You could never know what it was at all. If North Wind was a grumpy teacher, she would kick them out, but she didn't do that. Her patience surprised Wood. She divided the children into three groups according to the students' level and taught them with specific training.
Those gifted children made huge progress, but those with slow progress cost her tremendous time and energy.
Luckily, there were no lazy students or mischevious children in the class. Every child who came here was diligent, and they practiced hard. That was the reason why some children could make such rapid progress.
As for those children with slow progress, they were also diligent, but they had neither the basic knowledge nor the talent. They found it hard to build "shapes" in their minds, so their paintings would be very messy.
The basic skills of line and color could be mastered through training, but how to "shape" a picture in their mind was difficult for them.
When North Wind studied painting, her teacher never told her how to master this ability. A person without this talent would never be a painter, so it was better to have those children with slow progress give up.
She didn't want to do that. She wanted to give those children hope so that she could establish her name in Pyroxene Town.
An ordinary teacher and a respectable teacher had completely different social statuses!
For a spy, being a respectable teacher was the best disguise. Of course, it would be better to be a high-ranked official of a country, but that was too difficult. Even Wood could not do that, so North Wind did not believe that she could do it.
Being a respectable teacher meant giving up more than being an ordinary teacher—more time, more energy and more effort.
Wood advised North Wind not to be too hard-working. After all, the teacher's identity was only a disguise. If she was too good, it might cause some unexpected trouble.
"Look at me, I was just going to be a carpenter. And then Felix saw my woodcarvings, I became a woodcarver. Then I became an artist, and now I am a great artist," Wood smiled bitterly and said. "Do you think I can still be a good spy?"
North Wind looked at him calmly and shook her head.
"Yes and no," Wood sighed and said. "The best cover for a spy is to be outstanding but to be ordinary. If I were just an ordinary carpenter, I might be even better at spy work."
North Wind frowned slightly. Even though it wasn't the same as what was taught in a spy training class, she knew that Wood had a point.
"When we were trained, the instructor said, 'A good identity is the best cover.' Of course, there is nothing wrong with this statement, but a good identity needs more time and energy to make, and it needs to shoulder greater social responsibility," Wood said. "If we spent lots of time in establishing our name, there would be no time to collect information."
North Wind thought about it and nodded.
"You're right. You've been taking up too much time in woodcarving. If I spend too much time in art education, the work of my information collection will be greatly affected."
So North Wind suddenly fell seriously ill. The doctor said that it was hard work that led to her illness.
"You've worked so hard these days that you need a few days of rest," the doctor said to North Wind. He was an expert of the New Oriental Polytechnic School. "It is not easy to recover soon. Remember not to work too hard in the future. In a situation like yours, it's easy to get worse and worse if you still work hard like before!"
When the parents of the untalented children knew about this, they came to visit North Wind. They said that they wanted their children to stop learning how to paint.
North Wind was confused. Although these children were had slow progress, they were still very diligent in learning!
She was not really sick though. Instead, she had taken special medicine to make herself sick from the "accumulated work."
A few days later, North Wind recovered from her illness. At that time, she had only about 20 students in her painting classroom.
That was enough.
Looking at these twenty children, North Wind was smiling.
Without the burden of these untalented children, North Wind was able to teach much more easily. In just two or three months, the fast-progressed children had completely mastered the "sketching" skill. It was time to take them outdoors to learn basic color theory and other skills.
That was the fundamental reason why she started this painting class. With the excuse of teaching painting outdoors, she would not be suspected of spying on some places.
If a person just sat there and drew pictures, they would stand out. But if the painting teacher was drawing with a group of children, no one would doubt her intentions.
A few days later, she tried going outside with the kids. This time, they went to the South Gate of Pyroxene Town, and she ultimately painted the South Gate.
The wall and gate of Pyroxene Town were designed by Sui Xiong. He adopted the architectural style of ancient China, and so the wall and gate were very thick. The structure was not complicated, but it had a convincing sense of security.
A group of children who had just learned to paint for several months could not draw the gate vividly, so North Wind drew it first and explained it.
She used the sketching technique.
Sui Xiong, who was concealed in the air, saw her painting, shook his head, and said, "Her painting is not good."
In fact, Sui Xiong and the God of Art and Culture often communicated with each other about painting techniques, and they both had a lot to gain from each other. The God of Art and Culture even said directly, "Your understanding towards painting fully qualifies you to be the God of Painting."
Sui Xiong felt very honored to be called the "God of Painting." To a person who loved painting, it was wonderful to be compared to that level. 
However, he was no longer an ordinary painter. He was a leader of a major force, shouldering the responsibility of a church and a country. His dream was no longer the same as before. In the past, he wanted to be a good painter and then make some money to live peacefully and stable. He now wanted to lead those who believed in him forward and build their homes better. He also wanted to promote social progress, change those unreasonable and unfair conditions, and make society better and better so that people could live and work in peace and pursue their own dreams.
This was a big dream, and it cost him a lot of time and energy. Although he wanted to be the God of Painting, he eventually refused the proposal of the God of Art and Culture.
"I want to be the God of Development and Progress," he said. "Painting is my hobby, but promoting the development and progress of the world is my dream!"
"What's wrong with making your hobby a clergy?" the God of Art and Culture asked. "Many gods do that."
"In my view, my hobby is less important than my dream," Sui Xiong laughed and said.
The God of Art and Culture was silent for a moment and then asked, "Have you ever wondered how much resistance you would encounter if you really wanted to promote development and progress in the whole world, or at least the entire Main plane?"
"Yes," Sui Xiong laughed and said. "Progress is not achieved by saying, but by doing. To achieve this process, there will inevitably be fights and wars... I've been prepared for that."
"Even if the whole world is your enemy?"
"Yes."
Shortly after that conversation, a war broke out. The evil gods besieged Sui Xiong's sanctuary.
Sui Xiong didn't think there was anything wrong with it at that time. It would never be bad to eliminate evil anyway, but there were many good gods among his enemies this time. He felt a little uncomfortable.
"Maybe... I really should have chosen to be the God of Painting..." Sui Xiong could not help but say to himself.
In fact, if he wanted to be the God of Painting, he could do it anytime, even now. But that was not his dream, so he would not make that choice.
Just like North Wind—she could choose to be a real, respectable painting teacher, but instead, she had to be a spy.
Just like Wood, he was a great, respected artist now. As long as he wanted, the Republic of Northwest would give him strong support, and no one could attack him because of his past spy identity.
However, Wood still insisted on his status as a spy and his loyalty to the Mifata Federation.
Even if it hurt the people who cared for him over the years, he would not change his mind!
North Wind's painting classroom was well-run. Half a year later, the people of Pyroxene Town had fully adapted to her existence. It was common for her to go out with her students and draw everywhere.
She often put up students' paintings outside the classroom for people to see. From these works, one could clearly see the progress of the children, even though their paintings were not perfect. Even those who did not understand art could feel that they were getting better and better.
This gave North Wind more courage, and even her request to paint the off-duty miners was approved by Mr. Reif Kawat.
Of course, Mr. Reif Kawat couldn't let her take these children into the underground mine to paint. It was too dangerous. North Wind could only take the children to observe the miners when they got off work.
But this was enough to make North Wind very happy.
In the past, no spy had ever gone to the Negative Energy Crystallization Mine, let alone observe the off-duty miners off closely.
When North Wind sent that information, she was praised by the Mifata Federation.
"Great!" The chief officer of the intelligence station looked at the information and smiled. "It was a good idea to send someone to take over No. 97's job!"
"That's true, but I still suggest that it's not necessary to kill Wood," one subordinate said. "At least, Wood has not caused any hindrance to the work of North Wind. On the contrary, he's actually helped a lot."
The chief officer thought for a moment and nodded.
"You're right. Whether he has betrayed us or not, at least he hasn't stopped sending this information back. This shows that he hasn't betrayed us. There's no need to kill him now."
After discussion, they decided to ask one of the intelligence officers to send this command. Of course, there was no need to use the Transportation portal.
Besides, North Wind and Wood got along well during this period, so there was no need to worry that North Wind would kill Wood immediately.
However, to their surprise, North Wind took action while the command was still on the way.


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