Read the ballad of Hikari, after death he was reincarnafed into the world of Tensei Shitara, in a world where beings that can destroy kingdoms walk freely can he survive?

In the Grand Auditorium.

The Peking University students all revealed expressions of admiration.

Just as Zhang Ye's theory was increasingly taking the upper hand, and just as he was about to end the second class on a high note, a voice echoed.

"Zhang Ye." It was the Redologist, Teacher Yang.

Zhang Ye looked at him. "Teacher Yang, please speak."

Zhang Ye did not know him, but this person had doubted him on Weibo. His tone was not very polite, and he had used his picture for his Weibo picture, so Zhang Ye recognized him at a glance. This person was very authoritative and influential in the world of Redology. It was the same with Yan Yu. Previously when he was questioned, he had used "Vice President Yan". The Vice President of the nation's Writers' Association was naturally famous. Zhang Ye had already adapted to this brand new but slightly different world. He was no longer as unfamiliar to this world's celebrities. He was no longer like he had been in the past where he did not know anything. He was slowly learning and familiarizing himself with this Earth's people and matters.

Teacher Yang did not ask him directly, but deliberately paused for two seconds. Maybe it was to let the focus fall on him and for the cameras to train themselves on him.

He was in frame!

The Peking University students' gaze were on him!

Only then did Teacher Yang say slowly, "I have basically not talked from the beginning. I was listening to you speak and I have to admit that your analysis and understanding has reached a certain standard. However, I'm not sure if others have noticed it. You have been using counter examples. For example, how the Jia family was convicted of their crimes. You are using a method of denying the logical conflict that exists in the chapters after the eightieth and the first 80 chapters to prove your point. This is not comprehensive and just single-faceted. Hur Hur. Let us use the simplest method. We can actually use this method to prove that your theory is unreliable."

Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Sure. Please do tell."

Teacher Yang hissed in his heart. However, he said very casually, "You think you can explain everything? That's a bold claim! Let me tell you the secret and problem in 'Dream of the Red Chamber' that no one can fully explain!"

Zhang Ye only smiled and remained silent.

A young Redologist said, "Teacher Yang, since Teacher Zhang Ye has the confidence and knowledge, then why don't you ask him a logical problem in the first 80 chapters that cannot be explained?"

Teacher Yang said, "Yes, I'll ask that."

These two sang to each other's tunes and were quite harmonious.

Zhang Ye smiled without a word. He gave a posture of listening devoutly and respectfully.

Wu Zeqing turned her head to look at Teacher Yang before turning her head back.

Chang Kaige and Zhen Shuquan were all worried for Zhang Ye. This bunch of people had studied "Dream of the Red Chamber" nearly all their lives. At the least, they had studied for five to six years. Their logical reasoning and analysis might not be better than yours, but they were still experts at picking errors!

Little Zhang, can you do it well?

Don't stumble here!

Everyone had different expressions. All of them were thinking differently!

Teacher Yang spoke as he stared at Zhang Ye. "Since you said that only the first 80 chapters of 'Dream of the Red Chamber' were written by Cao Xueqin, and said that the problems in the first 80 chapters were minor errors that Mr Cao failed to modify in time, but a character's personality exists through the entire text, so there cannot be any mistakes. You gave an example of how Grandmother Jia had a change in personality after chapter 80, and how Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu changed personalities after the eightieth chapter. This was all what you previously stated, right?"

Zhang Ye said, "Yes, of course."

"Alright." Seeing that he had taken the bait, Teacher Yang crossed his legs and said, "Since you just mentioned the matter of Jia Zheng's crime, then you must know that in this plot segment, there was another story. It's the problem with Jia Baoyu's poem. Why did you purposely avoid it?"

Jia Baoyu's poem?

Everyone gasped!

Holy sh*t! Can you not be so ruthless!? You actually asked this?

Chang Kaige and the other lecturers of the Chinese department immediately turned blue in the face!

Yan Yu did not expect Teacher Yang to directly ask this question. This was the truly fatal question!

Senior Song was slightly stunned. Previously, when she met the Jinshi female reporter outside, she had said in her interview about her thoughts on this problem. She was wondering if Teacher Zhang Ye would avoid this logical error in today's class. Apparently, Zhang Ye did not mention this throughout the class, so Senior Song did not plan on asking. She was afraid that Teacher Zhang Ye would be shamed if he failed to answer it were she to ask, but who knew that someone else had asked the question!

Teacher Yang looked relaxed. "That is the question I wanted to ask. This is a major logical error. And this happened before chapter 80. What was written in chapter 78? Jia Zheng suddenly called his two sons and a grandson to compose poetry before him. And what was the topic? He got them to compose a poem to praise a woman, Fourth Sister Lin. She was also known as the Winsome Colonel. This was written clearly in the text. Jia Huan later wrote a poem. Jia Lan also wrote one. Jia Baoyu also did it. He wrote a long ballad. He even went to great lengths to praise Winsome Colonel. During the process, some of Jia Zheng's guests also applauded him. Finally, Jia Zheng also praised him. Now, here comes the problem. What's the matter with Fourth Sister Lin? The story was in Qing-zhou. There was a Prince Heng, who recruited a large number of beautiful women to train in military arts. The leader was Fourth Sister Lin. Later on, when a horde of bandits started to rebel, the city walls could not hold. Many people wanted to surrender to the rebels, but Fourth Sister Lin led the female army out, but died in combat. Hence, Fourth Sister Lin was a leader who suppressed the peasant uprising!"

These was known by everyone. They listened quietly.

Teacher Yang was afraid there were people who did not understand, so he said, "But what kind of artistic image does Jia Baoyu have? He was very against the feudal system of that era! He was anti-Manchu, but here, Jia Baoyu actually praised the leader who suppressed a peasant uprising? At this point, this character's personality suddenly collapsed. Zhang Ye, don't you explain it away as Cao Xueqin not having edited this after he finished writing. That won't do. Besides, didn't you say that Jia Baoyu's artistic image had been destroyed in the chapters after the eightieth? He changed personalities, but you have to know, that the change in the chapters after the eightieth were at least described. There was a private tutor teaching him, that led him to study eight-legged poems, but what about the first 80 chapters? There was no foreshadowing or explanation, right? Since you boasted that Cao Xueqin did not make a mistake because of his illness, then I would like to hear your explanation about Jia Baoyu's poem!"

"Right. Tell us!" The young Redologist said with a sneer.

"That's right Zhang Ye. There's a problem here. How can you explain this?" Meng Dongguo said.

A woman said, "If you can't explain it, then your theory will be overturned. There's no use mentioning anything else! Be it before or after chapter 80, there are flaws. You can't use that to prove anything!"

Ma Hengyuan chuckled at the sight of this. "This problem is really unsolvable. Don't you say that this is not Cao Xueqin's original words, and that it was added on by someone later. These poems have been validated. It was Cao Xueqin's work. No one can imitate that. Hence, it can only be said to be Cao Xueqin's error and failure!"

The literary world's members had hit back and out in full force now!

Yao Mi said in a puzzled manner, "Is that such a difficult question?"

Beside her, Senior Zhou smiled bitterly, "This is one of the most mysterious problems in 'Dream of the Red Chamber'! There might not even be an answer! The Redology world has been researching this for decades and no one has been able to solve it!"

Yao Mi exclaimed, "Holy sh*t! Are these people so wicked?"

Li Ying said in a speechless manner, "Right, they are trying to force Teacher Zhang onto a path of no return!"

"Teacher Zhang Ye's words were too bold to begin with!" Li Li said worriedly, "This is not good! He has been forced into a corner by his own words and can't explain it now!"

At the other side, Zhang Ye's ex-leader at the television station, Zhao Guozhou also broke into a frown, "Little Zhang has met a difficult problem this time. There's no way to solve this problem." He also knew a little about 'Dream of the Red Chamber', albeit not as deeply. He had read many commentaries before and knew that Teacher Yang's question was very difficult to answer as it was the greatest flaw in 'Dream of the Red Chamber'. Even if Jia Baoyu characteristics did change greatly later on, as did Grandmother Jia, all of these could still be swept under the rug without a lot of explanations. As for this poem by Jia Baoyu, it was impossible to sweep it under the rug. He could not even try to change the subject!

Wang Xiaomei looked up to Zhang Ye on stage, "Director Zhao, I don't think so!"

"Hmm?" Zhao Guozhou glanced at her, "What do you mean?"

Wang Xiaomei keep a still face, "I feel that Zhang Ye already has it all planned out." As she said that, she pointed to the stage, "Have you noticed that he is still smiling?"

Zhao Guozhou took a look, "He really is!"

Seated at the back was Hu Fei, who also knew Zhang Ye very well. When he saw Zhang Ye smiling, he knew that the rascal already knew what to say, but as to how Zhang Ye would explain it, he really would not!

Professor Zeng looked to the side, "Elder Qian, has this error been solved?"

Elder Qian shook his head, "I don't know about that. In the research of 'Dream of the Red Chamber', Little Zhang is far ahead of me. I definitely cannot compare to him, so let's see how he answers it."

One second...

Three seconds...

Five seconds...

Zhang Ye was listening all this while, without saying a word.

Teacher Yang mocked, "You can't explain?"

"Why aren't you speaking?" The young Redologist said.

Zhang Ye's expression looked casual. "It's not that I'm not speaking, but it's because it's too chaotic. There's too much discussion, so even if I speak, no one would be able to hear me."

With that, the audience immediately turned silent!

No one discussed further. They were all listening to Zhang Ye's voice.

Only then did Zhang Ye smile while holding his microphone. "Regarding the problem with Jia Baoyu's poem, it is a persistent problem in Redology. The reason why 'Dream of the Red Chamber' is not easily talked about is because of this. Typically, when 'Dream of the Red Chamber' is mentioned, 100% of people would skip this when they reach this point. They would pretend to miss this segment. No one dares to talk about this part. This taboo episode has stumped countless Redologists, but here, in this public lecture, I can tell everyone..." With a pause, he said, "I can talk about this part."

Everyone was stunned!

"You can talk about it?"

"Teacher Zhang you really can?"

"Impossible, there's no way to explain it!"

The Peking University students all had looks of disbelief.

Only Senior Zhou and Senior Song were extremely interested. They were invigorated. He could really explain it? If he could really explain it, then the entire Redology world would be overturned!

To Teacher Yang, it was not a matter of believing. He didn't even bother listening!

No one present believed Zhang Ye had the ability!

Zhang Ye stood there, as calm as ever. He maintained his smiling face and said, "And even if no one asked, I was just about to talk about it. Why? This is because this episode of Jia Baoyu's praising of the Winsome Colonel intertwines with the second charge against Jia Zheng that I did not finish talking about. Was hoarding the Zhen family's illegal fortunes a big enough crime? No, not at all! The development of this episode is Jia Zheng's biggest crime! This is the thing that I revealed through my words...Jia Zheng's heinous crime!"


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

Sports occupies a vital role in our lives. It keeps us fit, healthy and makes us active. The secret to having a healthy and positive lifestyle is to have a positive mind and body. Sports is one such activity which helps us in maintaining a proper physique and a positive mentality.

Apart from keeping a healthy body and mind, sports also helps us in alerting our senses, keeps us aware and an undaunting personality and outlook on life. Hence, sports has a multi-faceted role in our lives. Students in schools are asked to write essays on the topic of sports for their exams and assignments. For their convenience, we have provided sample essays on the subject.One extended essay on sports, one short essay on sports and ten lines on the topic of sports essay have been provided further. The extended essay is of 450-500 words and the short one of 100-150 words. The long sports essay is for students studying in classes 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6. The short sports essay is for students in grades 7, 8, 9 and 10.

It was already evening, and Lei Zhao, Yan Mei, and Niu Niu stayed at the hotel near Disneyland and had eaten dinner there. The three were already in the hotel room, Yan Mei and Niu Niu watching TV. 
Lei Zhao was out on the balcony. He was doing some calls for the company and also asking for some updates in the investigation. 
Yan Mei and Niu Niu were on the bed. The little boy was watching a movie while Yan Mei was busy watching Lei Zhao talking to someone on the phone. 
'He looks so focused... who is he talking to?'
"Boo-boo..."
Yan Mei snapped out of her thoughts as Niu Niu got her attention. 
"What is it?"
"I'm getting sleepy..."
Niu Niu rubbed his eyes as he yawned, Yan Mei smiling as she pulled the sheets, tucking Niu Niu in the bed. 
"Then go to sleep. Boo-boo and your uncle will be here and will sleep in a while," she said, Niu Niu sleepily looking at Yan Mei with droopy eyes. 
"Can you tell me a story that you love, Boo-boo?"
"Oh!" 
Hearing this from him, the title of a Filipino author's poem suddenly popped into her mind. It was entitled "Ballad of a Mother's Heart" by Jose La Villa Tierra. 
She had read this before when she had an interest in reading books. She bought a book with a collection of poems. When she read the book, she read the poem by Jose La Villa Tierra, making her love her poem in an instant. 
"Boo-boo?"
Yan Mei smiled as she realized that she was in her thoughts again. 
"I'll tell you about a mother's love. Is that okay?"
Niu Niu nodded, "Anything that Boo-boo tells me, I would love it!"
Yan Mei nodded as she started patting Niu Niu's small body. She then spoke each line of the poem in verbatim. Since she loved the poem, she knew each line at heart. 
"The night was dark, for the moon was young. And the stars were asleep and rare; The clouds were thick, yet Youth went out. To see his Maiden fair."
Niu Niu furrowed his brows, "What does that mean, Boo-boo?"
Yan Mei smiled, "It means that the boy went out to see his girlfriend late at night."
"Oh!"
Yan Mei nodded, then she continued saying the next stanzas of the poem. 
"'Dear One,' he pleaded as he knelt. Before her feet, in tears, 'My love is true; why have you kept me waiting all these years?' The maiden looked at him unmoved, it seemed, and whispered low:
'Persistent Youth, you have to prove by deeds your love is true.'"
Niu Niu smiled as he understood what the poem was saying. 
"Is the girlfriend challenging the youth?"
Yan Mei nodded, "Yes! Smart, Niu Niu!"
Niu Niu giggled as Yan Mei slightly pinched his nose to compliment him. She then continued the narration of the poem, Niu Niu intently listening to her. 
"'There's not a thing I would not do for you, Beloved,' said he. 'Then go,' said she, 'to your mother dear and bring her heart to me.'"
Niu Niu gasped, "Oh! Is the youth going to take her mother's heart?"
Yan Mei put a finger in front of Niu Niu to silence him. She did not answer his question, but she continued telling him the next stanzas of the poem. 
"Without another word, Youth left and went to his mother dear. And opened her breast and took her heart. He did not shed a tear! Then back to his Maiden fair he ran, unmindful of the rain; but his feet slipped and he fell down, and loud he groaned with pain!"
"Hmph!" Niu Niu harrumphed, "It's his karma! How could he take his mother's heart?"
Giggling, Yan Mei hushed him once more, continuing the next part of the poem. 
"Still in his hand, he held the prize. That would win his Maiden's hand; And he thought of his mother dear, so kind, so sweet, so fond. And then he heard a voice, not from his lips but all apart: 'Get up,' it said; 'Were you hurt, Child?' It was his mother's heart."
"Wow!" Niu Niu furrowed his brows when Yan Mei had finished telling him the poem. "Even though the son took her heart, the mother still cared for him!"
"Yes," Yan Mei agreed, continuing to pat Niu Niu's body to help him sleep. "Now, Niu Niu, let this be a lesson and a reminder. Respect your parents and your elders. Always remember that no one can beat the love of a mother who loves her child."
Niu Niu yawned, slowly nodding at Yan Mei who continued to pat his sides. 
"I will always remember that, Boo-boo," he sleepily replied, his eyes closing. Yan Mei giggled as she found it cute for Niu Niu to be so active, then suddenly quickly falling asleep. 
"Good night and sweet dreams, Niu Niu," Yan Mei whispered as she kissed his forehead, Yan Mei slowly sitting up as she watched him for a few seconds. 
He just asked her to tell her a story, but she did not expect to share the poem that she loved the most about a mother's love. 
She somehow felt melancholic, but the moment she felt arms wrapping around her waist, she was surprised to see Lei Zhao giving her a back hug. 
"He fell asleep?" Lei Zhao asked as he rested his chin on her shoulder. Yan Mei nodded as she slowly turned her body to face him, her arms wrapped around his neck. 
"Want to hang out on the balcony for a while before we go to bed, hmm?"
Lei Zhao chuckled as he nodded. He gave Yan Mei a kiss on the lips, Yan Mei smiling at him afterward as they locked eyes with each other. 
"You never cease to amaze me, Lei Zhao," she complimented him, Lei Zhao grinning ear to ear as he liked her compliment. 
"I would always continue to amaze you, Yan Mei," he said, now holding her hand. "Want some hot drink before going to bed?"
"Mm," Yan Mei nodded, "On the balcony. Order one small cake, too, please?"
Lei Zhao and Yan Mei then walked to the balcony as Lei Zhao called for room service. The two of them finally had some time alone after having fun with the little Niu Niu.


#Nominated in Webnovel Spirity Awards 2020.

(Completed)
Trigger Warning: Novel contains mature content and explicit scenes only intended for adults.
{R-18+, No rape and No misunderstanding}


*Nothing can come between my husband and I,not even death.*


~She was sad, hurt, and depressed. She was a mess, a monster who was slowly fading in her dark, lonely world until he came along. Like a twinkle little star, he brightened her horrid world. He was no one but her happy pill~

(Couple 1)

"Tell me Wifey, has any man ever made you feel the way I do?" Lei Zhao asked.

"Will it hurt if I tell you someone has?" Yan Mei inquired.

A cheeky grin appeared on Lei Zhao's lips.

"It wouldn't because I am sure no one has done it, especially the way you scream with pleasure under me."

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Yan Mei, an aloof CEO known as the devil strongly believes love is a scam because she has experienced the joy and sadness of it. Now her heart has turned into a piece of stone encased by steel.

Lei Zhao only has time for one thing in his life: work, after the death of his brother, which made him devastated and broken. 
After a chance encounter with a woman in a red suit at a club, he finds himself drawn to her. 
Something about the mysterious woman has him determined to make her his and unlock the mystery of the pain that flickers in her eyes.

~But will the devil give him a chance? Even though at times, the devil needs love too.~

*****
(Couple 2)
~She became the monster, parents told their kids to run away from, but she was far from a monster. She was just a lonely girl who wanted a friend who would always be there for her, who would check up on her and ask her how she was~

"This isn't a fairytale or a teen fiction where the bad girl falls for the good boy and tries to change for him, and then they live happily ever after. This is real life, and well, life is fucked up."

Ying Sheng said, and she gulped the beer she was holding, loneliness flickering in her eyes.

"But I-I won't ask you.. to change or want you to change. I just want you to be my bad girl. You --can tie me up in bed- and fu…ck me until I forget my name." Liam stammered as he turned crimson red.

Ying Sheng heaved a sigh, "Cutie, you're supposed to look for a trophy wife who can cook and do chores. Not a monster like me who will destroy your perfect life. Also, we can't be together."

Liam's heart nearly stopped in his chest when he heard her. His shoulders hunched, and he took a deep breath.

'Why?" He queried.

"Because I love someone else."

~At times you have to choose between the one you love and the one who loves you. Ying Sheng learned this in a hard way.~

Two broken-hearted women, each broken in their own way.....with two determined men, ready to fix their broken pieces at all costs.

This is a story of betrayal, love and second chances. Ready to enjoy the journey and learn along?

*No evil mother-in-law, step-sister or cheating bestfriend
*Not your usual cliche flash marriages novel
*Bad girl X Good boy

Tags: Flash Marriage #doting husband, #smut, #bad girl, #good boy, #betrayal #second chances #Strong female lead #Spirity-awards 2020 #Supernatural

Note: Some chapters may be triggering for others but there is always a warning before reading.

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A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants.
Thanks to one small act of kindness,
by providence she comes across a grateful friend;
Fortunate that her mother,
has done an unperceived good deed….

Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor…
Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road?

Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom.
Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost,
a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning.
Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.

Angor thought about following the same steps and creating another cape to see whether the outcome remained the same. But he gave up on this plan since it was too difficult to find enough resources at mortal lands.
The extra effect was beneficial, and this was more important right now.
The cape had a simple black design combined with pale golden markings that occasionally faded from view as the cape moved. The inner lining of the cape was made from a special beast hide resistant against cold and dust. There was a single shoulder pad over the right shoulder, while a teardrop-shaped crystal was attached to it.
The crystal was both an extra decoration and a simple space storage, which could be used to keep the cape when it wasn't in use. At the same time, the energy source was also placed inside the crystal.
Angor was pretty satisfied with the general coloring of his new garment. The golden patterns and the red fur interlining went well with his noble style, and he could fasten it tighter to remain inconspicuous.
However, the first designer of the cape, which was Nano, would get mad to see the final outcome. During their initial discussion, Nano used really bright colors on the cape, such as purple, light green, as well as shiny embroideries. And Nano was probably the only individual in this world who would walk in public in such chaotic colors.
Last but not least, he must see how well the Empty Ballad magic array turned out.
He took out a magic crystal and put it near the "teardrop charm", which quickly absorbed the crystal and began to glow with a golden light.
Angor then put on the cape and activated Empty Ballad, which received the energy provided by the teardrop object.
He didn't see any visible effect. In fact, he couldn't tell whether the magic array was working at all if he had not seen the energy stored in the teardrop depleting rapidly. He knew he was now protected.
He took a moment to observe the consumption rate and estimated that Empty Ballad required a new magic crystal to remain in effect for three days. This didn't sound like much at first, but it was in fact rather expensive since he needed to keep the magic array on at all times to prevent Prophets from looking at him or his family. Since he couldn't predict when exactly a Prophet would "scan" him, the magic crystals he spent on the cape would serve no purpose most of the time. Apprentices usually couldn't afford to waste money like this.
Angor did save a lot of magic crystals to keep the cape working for now, but he still felt his heart bleeding for it.
He studied Empty Ballad just to keep himself and his family safe from peeking eyes, and that was what he would do. From this point and on, he would leave the magic array activated at all times. Thankfully, the effect could cover a small area around its position as well, so he didn't have to wear the cape twenty-four seven. He could leave the cape inside the "teardrop storage" and carry the teardrop crystal with him. However, in this way, the covering effect would only protect him, and just barely.
"One less task to do…" He stretched his arms and took out his personal notebook to record his new crafting experience as well as several unsolved questions such as the unknown effect of the cape and Cassini.
Also, he came up with a name for his cape—The Crimson Aegis.
The cape had solved his most imminent concern. At least the Centipede Guild couldn't locate him as easily from now on. 
He had a night of much-needed good sleep and felt safer than ever. It was as if Crimson Aegis came to life and was guarding him against looming threats while also soothing his mind by chanting a gentle poem.
He woke up the next morning, feeling refreshed from head to toe. He was glad to notice that all the uneasiness and anxiety that had been bugging him during the past days were all gone. Now he somewhat understood why the magic array was named the "Empty Ballad".
The snowy weather continued.
In the early morning, Angor took out his Gondola and found a spot among several barren mountains several thousands of kilometers away from Lost Paradise City. He then took out his tools and materials to begin another crafting session.
Another alchemy omen occurred in midway, but he passed it without trouble since he already had the experience.
When the omen fully ended, it revealed a single gray feather floating in front of him.
This was the Dusky Feather, a mid-tiered alchemy item made for Toby.
Angor made this one to grant a similar stealth effect to Toby since he saw more than once that people could use Toby to track him down.
Dusky Feather was also enchanted with Infinite Reticence. With this, Toby could help him keep track of targets without being discovered.
After blending the item with Toby's usual gray feathers around his neck, Angor noticed that he would slowly forget about Toby's presence if he wasn't paying attention, just as expected.
"Let's go back." He summoned Toby, who was hopping around happily for getting a new toy, and left on his Gondola again.
He came to Lost Paradise City to look for Lucas' traces. But since he decided to quit this matter so as not to aggravate Jebra and the other investigating parties, and that there were no talents to be found here, he was going to head back to Yothur City, find Tulu, and continue their journey. 
Before leaving, he paid Ross Manor another visit. He had not given Neet the bottle of Indigo Elixir yet. He wasn't going to fail such a simple promise.
Within several minutes, Gondola took them to Oak Mountain. Angor put away his boat and moved toward Ross Mansion by using his flying boots.
After arriving at the snow-covered mansion and scanning it using spirit feelers, he soon found Neet happily talking to a young lady in the backyard.
Then he landed right behind Neet, which startled the poor sailor for good.
"Do you need something, sir?" Neet recovered from his shock and asked his partner to be polite in front of Angor.
Angor remained silent for a moment to observe the blushing pair.
"Apologizes. It seems I interrupted something."
"Ahem! No, sir, Sonata is just here to—"
The lady named Sonata, who was wearing a plain-looking dress, helped Neet by picking up the subject. "Sir Wizard, I'm a humble gardener working at Sherry Patio. I'm only a common friend of Mister Neet, and I'm glad we are."
"But Sonata, I truly—" Neet disagreed.
Sonata looked at the ground in sadness. Being a lowly servant meant she had no hope of accepting the love of a noble member.
Meanwhile, Angor instantly knew what was going on since this drama was too common in storybooks.
"Fine, I'll not meddle with your love affairs. Neet, you can take this."
He tossed a bottle of blue liquid to Neet, who quickly accepted it with a delighted look. 
"Thank you very much, sir!"
"You're welcome." Angor looked at Sonata. "Did you just say you worked for the Sherry Patio?"
Sonata nodded.
Angor frowned. He saw this name in Moyah's journal. It was a small garden full of a type of flowers called "sherry blossoms", and it was also where Moyah lived most of her life.
He wondered if the "Sherry Patio" mentioned by Sonata was the same place.
"Where is this patio?"
"This place right here is the Sherry Patio, sir," said Neet.
Angor looked around the small yard and saw patches of violet flowers striving against the snow.
An old well covered by haystacks in the corner of the yard suddenly caught his attention.
"When did your family start to live here?" He looked at Neet and asked a question that just came to his mind.
"Um, while Anrum has been constantly affected by wars, they never reached Lost Paradise City. The king granted us our territory at Winterrange, a city pretty far from here. But the descendants of the Ross Family have been living at Lost Paradise since the Age of Gold."
"You mean your family has existed in this city since three thousand years ago?"
"That's right, sir."


A young traveler who receives enlightenment from another civilization is on a mission to save his beloved mentor. In his journey to seek the ultimate truth, he travels extensively and along the way, he experiences some unpredictable encounters. Will he be able to save his mentor or will his path be derailed?

What concern of yours is the abyss of a woman, Gallus Baeticus?  
This tongue of yours is fit to lick the middle of men.  Why was your dick cut off with a Samian sherd,  if a cunt was so pleasing to you, Baeticus?  
Your head should be emasculated: for although you're a Gallus in your crotch,  nevertheless you cheat the sacred rites of Cybele: you're a man with your mouth.  
 
The joke in this poem that Baeticus is still a man because he interacts with female bodies, even though the act of cunnilingus itself is considered degrading for a man to perform. The poet offers another edit for Baeticus' body: that he remove the offending part—his head—because he is not using it correctly, according to his gendered role as a Gallus. The term Gallus brings with it a sense of intentionality: Baeticus has chosen to be emasculated, or perhaps has even emasculated himself. Death is the only solution for the man who has chosen to voluntarily remove his phallic power, for the man who still tries to use his non-masculine body for penetrating. Removal of phallic (generative) power from a body negates self-control and the personhood of the body. The type of sexual violence representative of altering the epigrammatic text that we shall see in chapter 2 will not usually apply to the text represented by the female body (although in certain cases, specifically prior to publication, the text is figured as a vulnerable body, e.g., a woman or puer, who are figured as having less control over their bodies than men).  
Since Martial's poetry has taken much from Ovid's poetic corpus,  we consider here an example of sexual violence as it represents the author and his work. The body as a gendered, editable text (especially representing the author) in tension with genre is on display in Ovid's 
Metamorphoses in the story of Procne and Philomela (Ov. Met. 6.412–674), which has, among other things, been interpreted as the poet responding to censure and criticism of his text.  This story puts on display the fundamental vulnerability of the female body. Philomela's safety should by all social conventions be assured while she visits her sister's family. She is, however, put into peril, not during her journey, but when she arrives by her sister's husband, a man who is 
  
effectively a family member. The poet or the text may be represented as a similar body-type with this specific vulnerability. This showcases for the reader the potential social danger toward the text and the poet's reputation. The reader may choose to safeguard the text for the poet or to abuse the text. There is also a stated anxiety within the text of punishment against the poet by a ruler or other authority. The poet attempts to mitigate this by describing his life and poetry in completely opposite terms. When a poet experiences punishment as a result of a social mistake that comes from his text, he is being punished physically and silenced metaphorically, which is represented by the text in a strictly physical way: the poet Ovid made a mistake in his text (carmen et error, Ov. Trist. 2.1.207), suffers the consequence of being exiled, and has written himself into his text in the figure of Philomela, who is physically punished (the removal of her tongue) for threatening to make a public accusation against Tereus for raping her.  
Talibus ira feri postquam commota tyranni   
nec minor hac metus est, causa stimulatus utraque,  quo fuit accinctus, vagina liberat ensem   arreptamque coma fixis post terga lacertis   vincla pati cogit; iugulum Philomela parabat  spemque suae mortis viso conceperat ense:   550 
ille indignantem et nomen patris usque vocantem   luctantemque loqui conprensam forcipe linguam   abstulit ense fero. radix micat ultima linguae,   ipsa iacet terraeque tremens inmurmurat atrae,   utque salire solet mutilatae cauda colubrae,   555 
palpitat et moriens dominae vestigia quaerit.    hoc quoque post facinus (vix ausim credere) fertur   560 
saepe sua lacerum repetisse libidine corpus. (Ov. Met. 6.549–562)  
 
Then, by these words the rage of the brutal tyrant was incited  and no less than this, his fear, goaded on by both reasons,  he draws from its sheath the sword with which he was equipped  and he grabs her by her hair and forces her, arms behind her back,  to endure chains; Philomela was offering her throat  and conceived a hope for her own death when she saw the sword:  
The tongue, indignant and continuously calling the name of her father  and struggling to speak, grasped by pincers that man removed with his brutal blade.  
The remaining part of the root of the tongue quivers,  trembling it lies on the dark earth and murmurs,  just like the tail of a maimed serpent is accustomed to spasm,  the dying part pulses and seeks the footsteps of its mistress.  After this deed it is also said—I scarcely dare to believe it—that  he returned often to the mangled body with his own desire.  
 
This description of added violence immediately follows Philomela's declaration to make a public accusation of **** against Tereus. Tereus responds with rage and fear to Philomela's threat with more physical violence against her body: he removes her tongue so that she will not be able to speak against him. Her disembodied tongue is endowed with human characteristics as it moves, makes sounds, and seeks to be reunited with Phlomela (6.558–560); Philomela, on the other hand, is reduced to a "mangled body" (lacerum… corpus, 6.562) having lost the power of speech. This is a metaphorical emasculation because the tongue represents speech, which is a masculine power particularly in Rome.  The tongue is one of the most powerful organs a person can possess, but women misuse it. We see a similar event played out in Martial's epigrams with the power of speech being equated to the power of the mentula particularly with its associations with obscenity and obscene speech. Ovid figures the tongue as the organ of poetry, but Martial figures the penis as the organ of poetry. If the text is expurgated or bowdlerized, the poet is emasculated. When Tereus removes Philomela's tongue, he is rewriting (bowdlerizing) her body, making it into something that he prefers. Tereus tries to rewrite the narrative of his physical violence against Philomela by rewriting her body (i.e., cutting out her tongue), but she uses other means (weaving, a women's craft) in order to tell her story and the truth of the events. Both poets 
  
reject—just as Philomela does—this fashioning by another of one's own self and one's own narrative. Ovid writes a character that tells her narrative any way that she is able: first, with her words, and when that ability is taken from, with her weaving. Martial fashions his own textual world  and populates it with people needing correction, like his text (1.3).  The poet acts as an educator, a praeceptor omnium. The poet is the ultimate authority of textual alteration,  and he may alter other bodies and texts, but may not be altered by others.  
The story of Procne and Philomela demonstrates the power of the voice represented by the tongue as well as the power of the material object on which a narrative is represented. 
Philomela's ****, exile, and mutilation is analogous to Ovid's exile. Tereus attempts to remove every piece of power that she has, but nevertheless she persisted telling her story by any means available to her (weaving). So too Ovid uses his poetry in an attempt to mitigate his punishment. 
We shall see that Martial makes reference to Ovid's exile and uses key themes of mutilation in Book 3 of his poetry to make a joke on censorship, Romaness, and obscenity (chapter 3).  
In the surviving examples of inscribed bullets from the glandes Perusinae, text-objectbody intersect among many examples of obscenely inscribed bullets.  Two examples of these bullets will suffice.  
FVLVIAE / <L>ANDICAM / PET<O> / (image of a thunderbolt) (=CIL XI 6721.5) 
I seek the clitoris of Fulvia.  
 
PET<O> / OCTAVIA / CVLVM (=CIL XI 6721.7)  
  
I seek the asshole of Octavian.  
 
The glandes are relevant to this discussion because they are texts that are phallically aggressive (in a metaphorical sense) and physically threatening in a literal sense. Both of these texts present themselves as a penetrator with the first-person verb (pet<o>) and the obscene description of the body part being sexually engaged (landicam, "clitoris" and culum, "asshole"). These two bullets come from opposing sides of the siege; one figuratively attacks Fulvia, the wife of Mark Antony, and the other insults Octavian, represented as effeminate with a feminine form of his name.  The physicality of these object-texts is felt more than most texts that are contained in a roll or codex.  
Bodily interaction with the text as an object is also felt in Catullus, for example: si qui forte mearum ineptiarum / lectores eritis manusque vestras / non horrebitis admovere nobis, … ("if by chance you who will be readers of my trifles and will not shudder to put your hands on us, …" Catull. 14b).  This poem is considered fragmentary, but the nobis at the end indicates a conflating of text with author. When the lectores hold the book, they hold the author himself and interact with him. The poet-text-reader interaction becomes a sensual experience. The poet cautions against conflating himself with the text two poems later and threatens another type of bodily interaction in poem 16, demonstrating that while the poems are trifles, the poet is not one to be trifled with.  
 
 Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo,   
  
Aureli pathice et cinaede Furi,   qui me ex versiculis meis putastis,   quod sunt molliculi, parum pudicum.  nam castum esse decet pium poetam 5 ipsum, versiculos nihil necessest;   qui tum denique habent salem ac leporem,   si sunt molliculi ac parum pudici   et quod pruriat incitare possunt,   non dico pueris, sed his pilosis,  10 qui duros nequeunt movere lumbos.  vos, quod milia multa basiorum   legistis, male me marem putatis?   
 pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo.  (Catull. 16) 
 
I will buttfuck and facefuck you,  Aurelius the bottom and Furius the twink,  you who think me excessively immodest from my little verses,  which are small and soft.  
For it's fitting for a pious poet to be chaste himself,  but it's not at all necessary for his little verses;  which precisely have wit and charm,  if they are soft and immodest and  if they are able to excite that which itches,  
I'm not talking about boys,  but about those hairy men,  who can't move their inflexible loins.  
You think that I'm a bad man because  you read about my many thousands of kisses?  
I'll buttfuck and facefuck you.  
 
The mistake of Aurelius and Furius is to equate the poet with his text too much: a phenomenon that later poets (including Martial) will generally encourage—though not in a monolithic way— because the description of later epigram changes.  In this poem, the poet becomes aggressively 
  
masculine whereas he allows for his text to be soft and pleasant. This description of the text conforms to the elegiac idea that the text stands in for the beloved (puella, puer), who ought to be tender, an idea that does not find a home in the later epigrammatists, namely Martial, the Carmina Priapea, and Ausonius. The text as a body becomes solidly masculinized after Catullus, with the emergence of the CP and Martial's epigrams. Martial's epigrams will be pleasing as well, but in the way that a husband's mentula ("dick") pleases his wife (1.35): a soft dick will not cut it. Catullus, conversely, describes his poems as "soft" (mollis) and contrasts this with his own life, which he calls modest and pious (nam castum esse decet pium poetam / ipsum, 16.5–6). In epigrammatic poetry, the text as a body loses its softness, and it becomes a stand-in for the poet or subject of the text: a phallically penetrative man. Martial himself does not use the language of mollitia ("softness") to describe his text.  The text is still playful (lasciva, Mart. 1.4.8).  The text representing a phallic man can be gleaned from Catullus' poetry when it represents the male body or the text as a defender of the poet or as a surrogate of the poet threatening the suitors of his beloved. In poem 37, the relationship between pictorial representation of the body and the text as a body coalesce.  
Salax taberna vosque contubernales,  a pilleatis nona fratribus pila,  solis putatis esse mentulas vobis,   solis licere, quidquid est puellarum,  
 confutuere et putare ceteros hircos?       5 
an, continenter quod sedetis insulsi  centum an ducenti, non putatis ausurum   me una ducentos irrumare sessores?  atqui putate: namque totius vobis   
 frontem tabernae sopionibus scribam.      10 
  
puella nam mi, quae meo sinu fugit,  amata tantum quantum amabitur nulla,   pro qua mihi sunt magna bella pugnata,   consedit istic. hanc boni beatique     
omnes amatis, et quidem, quod indignum est, omnes pusilli et semitarii moechi;   tu praeter omnes une de capillatis,   cuniculosae Celtiberiae fili,  
Egnati, opaca quem bonum facit barba      15 
et dens Hibera defricatus urina.        20 (Catull. 37) 
 
Lusty tavern and you frequenters,  
nine doors down from the pillars of the brothers with hats,  you think that dicks are yours alone  and that only you are allowed to fuck whichever of the girls  and to think the rest of us are goats?  
Or because you sit together awkwardly in a group of one or two hundred,  you don't think that I would dare  to facefuck two hundred of you sitters one-at-a-time?  
But think it if you want:  
for I will completely cover the front of the tavern with dicks.  For, my girl, who fled my lap,  
one loved as much as no girl will ever be loved,  because of her I fought great battles,  she lays up in that shithole.  All you good and fortunate men  love her, and indeed, what's really harsh,  all the petty and wandering side-pieces  love her;  you beyond all one among the long-haired men,  
son of rabbit-infested Celtiberia,  Egnatius, whom a thick beard  and a tooth brushed with Spanish piss makes into a good man.  
 
Catullus has lost his girl (puella… mi, 37.11) to the brothel and other men pay to enjoy her company (perhaps an analogy for his text). Much like poem 16, the poet denounces his rivals/critics as men who would submit to his sexual aggression (non putatis ausurum / me una 
  
ducentos irrumare sessores? 37.7–8). The poet's boast of being able to penetrate orally 200 people sequentially (una, 37.8) makes his phallic aggression hyperbolic. Perhaps he means for his drawings of dicks or writings about dicks to assist him in the next lines (namque totius vobis / frontem tabernae sopionibus scribam, 37.9–10). With the phrase "scribble dicks all over the tavern," by using a term that also appears in graffiti, the poet could be referring to insulting poetry that calls out his rivals by name using graphic illustrations, words, or perhaps a

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At No. 60 High School, music classes were as rare as Old Antique's theory of history classes.
Teacher Ding who taught music was called Ding Yu. He could be considered a veteran in the music industry who had nurtured the talents of quite a number of students and written plenty of songs, big and small. 
However, apart from his famous masterpiece Ballad of the Bastard Immortal, it seemed he no longer had any other wonderful works to offer.
Teacher Ding worked part-time at many schools and used the pitiful number of classes allotted to him to unearth kids with musical talent and potential.
He was very bitter, but unable to voice it aloud.
A while back, a variety show had invited him on as an honored guest. Then a bunch of people had surrounded him and began to take turns teasing him…
Some people said that Teacher Ding had once been at the forefront of pop music and used to know which way the wind blew in the industry. Now, after all these years, he was still part of the ranks, but lingered at the tail end. Also, he was unwilling to be left behind… because they had to carry him, the pop music scene in Huaxiu nation couldn't run forward even if it wanted to…
It was supposed to just be a little satirical. Teacher Ding knew that these words were only a joke because musicians were supposed to be entertainers, but after hearing this, he still felt sad in his heart.
It had to be mentioned that this "vicious" joke was what made him re-examine his own musical path.
Have I really… gotten old?
Teacher Ding had refused to accept that he was getting old and felt that he still had the same young mindset as children nowadays. However, whenever he met Headmaster Chen at the school, the latter would respectfully call him Old Ding… this truly suffocated his heart.
Most of the time, music composition was a matter of theme and creativity.
Back then, for the Ballad of the Bastard Immortal, Teacher Ding had fused R&B and showtune elements with a traditional melody and increased the tempo in the early stages of the song, and the drama chorus gave people a sense of exhilaration.
Of all the songs that he had composed over the years, the most well-known was this song, Ballad of the Bastard Immortal.
In addition, there were a few others that Wang Ling liked very much. For example, Immortal Asura, The Great Famine of Old and so on…
This was a talented person whom Wang Ling greatly admired.
As a composer, Teacher Ding tried his best to convey his ideas using the musical literacy that he had learned over the years so that he could pass them on to the current ranks of musicians… even in the Scientific Cultivation era, music remained very important and indispensable in shaping the heart and soul.
Teacher Ding felt that any existing musical genre would never be abandoned and would always have a loyal audience. However, to be a musician, one had to pour a lot of blood and sweat into their work. The path of music was not a jigsaw that could be put together, nor like a parrot could it rely on mimicry.
This was his music philosophy, which he always liked to espouse in class. At the same time, he utterly detested the phenomenon of plagiarism in the music industry. As someone who composed original music, he felt that he couldn't get old just yet and still had many duties to discharge…
...
The last class on Friday was Teacher Ding's music lesson. When he walked slowly into the classroom, it was completely quiet and no one spoke. The students in the Grade One elite stream respected this old artiste quite a bit.
Today, he was different than usual and seemed especially happy.
"Has Teacher Ding found new inspiration?" Lotus Sun asked with a smile.
"That's right…"
Teacher Ding didn't deny it. "Soon, I will release a new song. I hope everyone will enjoy it."
When he said this, the whole class immediately exploded with noise.
"Wow! Teacher Ding is going to release a new song! What genre is it? Where did Teacher Ding's inspiration come from?"
It had already been a very long time since Teacher Ding had released a new song. The older one got, the more cautious they became; and he was no different. In his music lexicon, there was no such thing as shoddy compositions — he would be unfailingly and wholeheartedly devoted to any song that he created.
This most likely had to do with the moral integrity of the old generation of artistes.
Hearing the students' questions, Teacher Ding smiled. "It's a campus pop song, the inspiration for it… it's from all of you. You were the ones who inspired me!"
"Teacher Ding, don't be so secretive. Can you sing it for us?"
"If you want to hear it, of course that's not a problem. But I also have two small requests…"
Teacher Ding smiled faintly. "I don't know if all of you have been seriously practicing the guitar homework I gave you these last few days. I hope someone can volunteer to come forward and cover the guitar part. In addition, I hope a female student can join me in singing this song, since this is a male and female duet."
Before he finished speaking, Master of Dopey slapped his thigh. "My god! Teacher Ding wants to exploit the Phoenix Legend[1] trend…"
Wang Ling, Lotus Sun, Super Chen and Feather Lin: "…"
"Student Guo… please mind your behavior!"
After a long silence in the classroom, Lotus Sun came forward first. "Teacher Ding, I'll sing. But the guitar… I'm not very good at it."
"Good! Thank you very much for your cooperation, Student Lotus Sun! Then for the guitar part… I'll just get any of the male students to come up. If it's a male and female pair, it won't feel tiring!"
Teacher Ding glanced at the roll book and selected a name from the list. "Wang Ling… who is Student Wang Ling? Please come up!"
Wang Ling: "…"
He hadn't expected Teacher Ding to single him out.
He was used to staying low-key; he didn't like to put himself forward and liked showing off his abilities before people even less.
However, now that Teacher Ding had called his name, he felt that there wasn't really any reason for him to avoid it.
This was a teacher whom he respected very much, so he felt that he should give him face.
For the time being, he didn't have to worry about being unable to control his power, since he now bore a new Dao talisman seal invented by Wang Ming on his arm. The first three months after the new Dao talisman was put on was when it was at its strongest.
From his pocket, Wang Ling took out the practice guitar which the school issued to students and slowly walked up to the dais.
"Then, I'll impart the song's structure to you." Teacher Ding smiled gently. His hands emanated a spirit light which slowly seeped into Wang Ling and Lotus Sun's minds to convey what they needed to know, from the lyrics, the melody and the musical arrangement to the voice and instrument techniques involved…
After about five minutes, it was done.
"Do you understand everything?" Teacher Ding asked.
Both Wang Ling and Lotus Sun nodded.
"Then, let Student Wang Ling, Student Lotus Sun and I sing this song The Helplessness of the Immortal King for everyone…"
After Teacher Ding finished speaking, Wang Ling strummed a key… the lively and fresh sound of the guitar was then accompanied by Teacher Ding's magnetic voice, like a poem carried on the wind that contained a special kind of charm which touched the audience listening.
...
Last night I cultivated until midnight again
Worrying about a trifle
The helplessness of the Immortal King~ who can see it clearly
Give me a catty[2] of levitation Dao talismans
Who will listen to tales of the past
Actually, my real wish~ is for world peace
...
Campus life is like duckweed
Drifting, drifting, meeting and parting
Chase the dream far ahead
Remember the little elves caught in childhood
Remember the awkward scenes of those years
...
Hold hands~ look up
I have seen the splendor of every year
...
Don't look back~ use the rhythm
Sing the song Ballad of the Bastard Immortal
Stride proudly ahead~ keep your head up
As long as I have you~
I won't be led astray…
...
Everyone was drawn into the song; they marveled at the sense of nostalgia contained in the lyrics, like vintage wine hidden away in the cellar, resplendent with charm.
In the deeply melodious and cheerful vocals, they heard a beautiful overture to youth…
The wheels of youth never stopped spinning…
A simple old guitar gently strummed out their salad days…
It sketched out old, dusty memories that might or might not have already disappeared…
The elites of Grade One Class Three couldn't help sighing with mixed emotions.
This song was the theme song of everyone's youth.
[1] Phoenix Legend was a well-known Chinese pop music duo made up of a female vocalist and a male rapper.
[2] One catty, or jin, is roughly equivalent to 500 or 600 grams.


As a cultivation genius who has achieved a new realm every two years since he was a year old, Wang Ling is a near-invincible existence with prowess far beyond his control. But now that he’s sixteen, he faces his greatest battle yet - Senior High School. With one challenge after another popping up, his plans for a low-key high school life seem further and further away...
Wang Ling: I just want to eat my crispy noodle snacks in peace...
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