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?

"foreigners are more important than me? ! "
"Don't dwell on it. Let's go quickly. It's about to start. "
"Then give me a kiss. "
" ... " Xiao Yezi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She kissed him and said, "let's go. "
"Okay. "
He got up from her body and buttoned the back button for her.
Xiao Yezi looked at him with a red face. "You're really getting more and more indecent. "
"Why are you being so indecent in front of your girlfriend? " He kissed her face again.
"Hurry up and go. "
"Okay. "
"Did you say that Lord Jue and Lord Ling went out to play? "
"Yeah, let's wait a little longer. We'll get married when they come back. It'll be more lively with more people. "
"Hurry up and go. The concert starts in five minutes. " Xiao Yezi pulled his hand and ran down.
"..."
Tang Yuan and Tang Wan squatted by the window, dumbfounded.
"Do you think Xiao Yezi was bullied by buttface? "
"He likes Xiao Yezi so much, why would he bully her? "
"just now he pressed Xiao Yezi down, Xiao Yezi was very sad. "
"That's happiness. " Tang Wan held her little fat paws, "hurry up and go, it's starting. "
"Oh. "
The two flew towards the concert venue, found a flower in the front row and lay on it happily.
"buttface, go for it! "
"Eh, Xiao Yezi is actually sitting in the front row, I'll secretly go and scare her later. "
Very soon, Ye Qing went on stage, and the first song he sang was the famous song "she as a child" 
It was a ballad with a very gentle style, but the lyrics were written very well, touching many people's childhood memories.
"She had two little braids, every frown and smile was like a flower in the wind. At that time, Niu walked in front, and she walked beside me, the most beautiful poem was just like this... "
Tang Wan poked the sugar pill beside him, "do you want to write a song for me? "
"No. "
"Look, the handsome young man wrote love poems for Lord Jue, and buttface wrote a song for Little Yezi. If you want to be my family's Tuan Zi's father, you must write me a song or a love letter! "
"... can you use your brain now? Do you even know about love poems?"
"I don't care, or I'll let little Tuan Zi call Lord Jue Father. "
"..."
"sugar pill, sugar pill. "
"Alright, write. "
"You're so nice. " Tang yuan kissed it on the face and continued listening to the song.
Next was an electrifying song.
"Ye Qing! Ye Qing! Ye Qing! ! "
"Ye Qing, I love you! ! "
"Ye Qing, AH AH AH AH! "
"MY PRINCE CHARMING! ! "
"..."
Looking at the dancing people, the people at the venue were all excited. Ye Qing was really too handsome, her looks and talent were all mixed together.
"hello everyone. " When the concert was about to end, Ye Qing stopped and stood on the stage, panting heavily.
"thank you for your support, I would like to announce something here, I have a girl that I have liked for many years... "
He slowly explained everything, and the people at the concert venue were all excited.
Some people even started to cry.
"Why did you have to do this! "
"I like Lord Jue, Lord Jue married Lord Ling, and I like Lord Xi, but Lord Xi got married in secret and retired. Now I like brother Qing, and brother Qing actually confessed his love to the goddess at the concert venue! Oh my God! Who Am I going to like? All of you are the men I want to sleep with! "
"..."
Tang Wan chuckled and held little Tang Wan's hand. "They might not know that the Lord Tang Yuan they like also has a ball that they like, even though this ball is very annoying, Hahaha. "
Tang Wan pinched its face. Tang Yuan's head could finally be used.


She, the tribe leader of the Miaojiang witch tribe, was reborn as a pitiful little girl that everyone could bully.
She rose to power, brought her natal Gu, played in the entire business and entertainment circle, and became the national prince charming in the hearts of women.
It was just that she accidentally seduced the diamond man who was ranked first on the diamond list She was doomed just like that!
One day.
"I have to do something. " She finished getting her equipment, and her face had a stern look.
"Hmm? " The man raised his eyebrows slightly.
"someone offered a billion dollars to buy your life. "
"You want to avenge me? " The man thought to himself that his wife still loved him.
"No, he offered a hundred million dollars for my life, but he offered a billion dollars for yours! " She pulled his collar. "I'm the real master, why am I so much less than you! So, I WANT TO SEND HIM TO HELL! "
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The bright light made Kiko dizzy. It was blinding, and though they were strongly threwn, he forced himself to stay awake and see what had happened. However, the invisible impact was too powerful that he succumbed and laid flat on the ground.

Kiko had always felt the need to do the best in eveything he did. He was not the best in everything, he knew that, so there was no point in doing something he could not be any good. He also knew who was the best in everything - his brother Jackson.

How did he know that? Simply because Jackson was admired in all aspects. He was the kind that could make all girls turn their heads. He was in first year high school, tall, good-looking, and smart in everything. He was pretty brilliant in science and super quick in math. He read a lot so he was remarkably knowledgeable in history, geography, and current events. He was also athletic. Despite being just a freshman in Subangdaku Rural High School, he was an indispensable player in the school's basketball, volleyball, and track and field varsities. Above everything else, he could sing really well. He was not the singing contest type, but he could melt any heart once he sang ballad and jazz.

And Kiko always felt a pang of envy and sadness everytime he was compared with his brother. When he was younger, people did not see any potential in him. He was an introvert boy who would rather sulk in his room and draw random shapes in his pads than basking under the sun and play with other kids.

"Why does Kiko keep locking himself up in his room? Is he that shy? What future awaits him if he is like that?"

"Look at his brother. He is very reliable!" 

"Is Kiko not like any normal kid?" 

"No wonder he is not good in school, he is not doing any good with his time."

"Why is he not like his brother?"

Kiko always heard those words, and though he kept telling himself not to be affected, he was still hurt each time people insulted him. It was as if people enjoyed stabbing him continuously. At a young age, he was deeply wounded. 

He did not hate Jackson. It was not his fault that he was the perfect son, but there was always a pressure for Kiko to do well. Not to mention that he bore his father's name - Francisco Banting, Jr. So when he got older, he strived to be perfect in the things he did best. He needed people's approval, especially his parents. He did not have to surpass his brother, he just need to be in equal footing with him. So when he was in third grade, he abandoned his shy self and became the annoying Kiko.

He became outspoken and cheeky. He played sports but he was not really into them so he crossed them out from his "excellence" list. He also did not perform satisfactorily in his academics (he was either in the second or third section) so they were also disregarded. However, Kiko had interest in writing poems, essays, and short stories. He kept notebooks of his literary outputs. So when he auditioned as a writer in the school's publication, he was instantly accepted. That gave him a lot of confidence, so much that he ran as president of his class and as officer in other clubs in school. And yes, he won them all.

He might have ruled the election results but Kiko felt that most of the kids were not sincere in voting him. They did not believe in him. They just voted him to see when he would fail and to prove they were right - that Kiko was good for nothing. 

Yet, Kiko countered their expectations, proving them all wrong. He turned out to be an effective student leader. He was hard-working and meticulous. His projects were accomplished on time and with pleasing results, like their classroom Christmas tree, donations for victims of fire, and tree planting activity in the school. By and by, he gained everybody's respect and they followed him. Still, the kids kept their distance from and Kiko remained alone with himself most of the time.

It was in fourth grade when he became friends with the trio. Jamie and Tonton submitted a couple of poems to the school publication and requested at least two must be published. Kiko, being critical and perfectionist, was blown away with their demand. He was not also impressed with their works and rejected them outright. The boys argued and they ended in a funny tussle.

"You know what, I think you are cool," Jamie said after they were sent to the guidance counselor's office.

"Did not expect that you have a good punch," Tonton complimented, his left eye beginning to darken already.

Kiko flashed a big smile despite the sore in his left cheek. He felt great having a fight with other boys. It was two against one. That very day, they became friends. Nonetheless, two poems from Jamie and Tonton appeared in the school paper. 

Kiko knew that the duo were popular in school and he felt honored to be part of their circle. He finally had friends and it was like being at home at last. Kiko could not be any happier and he would do anything to keep and protect their friendship.

Then one day, he found himself waking up to a distressed place. Subangdaku was ashen and devastated. On the ground were his three friends, lying in a pool of blood....

Kiko jolted to the vision. It was scary and the dizziness he felt earlier instantly evaporated. He felt like he was suspended between dreams and reality. It was unbelievable and shocking, he remained motionless.

Later, his eyes surveyed the surrounding. It was still night and the blinding spectacle up in the heavens had finally ended. It happened only minutes ago but it felt like years in the dreamworld. He needed to see his friends. He turned around and saw a broad silhouette approaching.

"Bogart," his whispered, happy to see his wobbly body moving around. And for certain, he believed that no harm could have happened to his friends.

Situated between a large river and verdant mountains, Subangdaku is a peaceful and laid-back community. For the Biker Brothers - Jamie, Tonton, Bogart and Kiko, life in the district was all fun and easy. Until something happens.....

Two "meteors" hit the once quiet district. In the succeeding days, scientists and media flocked in Subangdaku, disturbing its serenity and bringing changes to the community. How far can the people face the challenges?

Meanwhile, a girl with golden locks arrives in the primary school. She swept the hearts and eyes of everyone, including the Biker Brothers. Yet, the four friends felt something is really off about her. Who is she? What are her secrets?

As Subangdaku embraces the consequences of the "meteor" impact, the Biker Brothers must race to confront the changes within them. As evil lurks and intends to destroy the townspeople, the boys must speed to stop it with the help of their friends and loved ones. Will they triumph? Or will the evil simply destroy them?

New chapters every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday/Sunday.

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.

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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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!

The Animated Peach leaped and disappeared into the dense veil of mist. It popped out curiously to eye Meng Qi before briefly vanishing from view once again.
Meng Qi loosened the sash from his waist. With a somersault, he leaped forward and sped ahead with blinding speed. Gu Xiaosang followed behind at a comparable rate, and illusionary blossoms of lotuses were appearing at her feet.
There was barely time for them to lament or grumble. Like a wounded beast, they hurried as fast as they could, for the pursuers of the Dharmakaya Realm could be at their heels any minute now!
The Fairy-banishing Pool gurgled as they passed by it, having claimed the lives of countless deities and immortals through the millennia of its existence. Many might have fallen into the pond during the fall of the Ninth Heaven. Without anyone to save them, they all lost their lives there as their powers were stripped off together with their ability to fly.
Catching another glimpse of the Fairy-banishing Pool, Meng Qi whispered to Gu Xiaosang telepathically, "The liquid from the Fairy-banishing Pool can strip a person of their powers. It may be useful for us to store some in a flask."
Since the peaches could be plucked and consumed, the liquid from the Fairy-banishing Pool should be able to be scooped and stored in theory.
"You cannot store the liquid of the Fairy-banishing Pond in common vessels. Even items that bear magic, runic seal scripts, and the enchantment cast by martial techniques would be 'cleansed' of their powers and reduce to ordinary items. Only the Fairy Jade containers from the Celestial Court can store such liquid. Unfortunately, it is marked as "Unavailable" in the Exchange List of the Dominator," Gu Xiaosang explained in haste.
Even if they'd brought any of these Jade containers with them, none could say what perils and dangers awaited in the Fairy-banishing Pool. A slight mistake could cost them their lives. It was an endeavor that was hardly convenient for them given their pressing need for time.
The cloud-built path grew wider before them as the mists also grew less dense. The mists were covering only at the top of the skies and the horizon ahead. Meng Qi was silent for brief moments before he asked suddenly, "Lady Xiaosang, do you know of the romance of the Mad Prince of Gao Lan?"
"Why this now? You are implying that he is the unknown Dharmakaya practitioner behind us?" Gu Xiaosang was indeed quick to the catch. With just a little slip by Meng Qi, she had guessed that the Sword of the Human Sovereign had fallen into the possession of Gao Lan. After all, he had then appeared mysteriously out of nowhere to take Meng Qi and the True Emperor Seal. It would not be hard for her to guess that his aim then was the Dragon Stage.
At the juncture of life and death, Meng Qi chose not to conceal the facts any longer. "That may be him, or one of the other unknown Dharmakaya practitioners. Still, we cannot wait blindly like lambs waiting to be led to the slaughter. If it were other unknown Dharmakaya practitioners, we could follow Xi's example and leap off the path and try gliding to safety. But if it is truly Gao Lan, we can try to pinpoint on his schizophrenia."
Not knowing if Gu Xiaosang knew of Gao Lan's condition, Meng Qi still has vivid recollections of his sworn brother's schizophrenia. One of his personas was passionate and friendly, while the other was cold and distant. There could be ways for Meng Qi and Gu Xiaosang to survive without risking their lives by jumping off the path if they could trigger the shift between his personalities.
With the hint of a smile, Gu Xiaosang remarked, "It seems that you have a close friendship with the Mad Prince due to the incident of the True Emperor Seal, husband."
"We have been sworn brothers..." Meng Qi grimaced at the problem. They would have to bet that they will be able to invoke Gao Lan's other persona now.
Gu Xiaosang wasted no time as she compelled her memories of Gao Lan's tale, speaking at a slower pace. "He was said to have butchered the nobles of Changle city due to the pain of losing his lover. Indeed, we might be able to direct towards triggering the mental shock and invoke the other personality of the 'Mad Prince.'"
At which, she giggled quietly, "The name of his lover was Yan Ran, a daughter of common lineages of the Yan Clan. From an early age, she was sent to the Shui Yue Nunnery to study martial skills and Buddhism, but not as a nun. She was most senior of the generation of students there then, gifted with tremendous potential and incomparable beauty. She was benevolent and compassionate, and yet she did not allow her kindness to stand in the way of her judgment. She was well-known across all of Northern Zhou that many in the Jianghu admired her."
Meng Qi detected the hint of a scoff in her voice, a sign of her probable disagreement.
"Yan Ran was contrary to what people portrayed her to be?" he asked.
Without slowing down her pace, Gu Xiaosang replied with a smile of disdain. "Yan Ran was undoubtedly remarkable, lest the finicky Gao Lan would never have fallen for her. But she was but a mere pawn in the hands of other entities where she was sacrificed and discarded when her use had run out, even if her feelings for Gao Lan were true."
"Pawn... Sacrificed..." Meng Qi murmured, his heart thumped as he finally understood. "She was one of the Nirmanakaya incarnations of the Mystic Fairy?"
Gu Xiaosang was still wearing her smile as she replied, tacitly confirming his guess, "No one else would have been able to guess her true identity. But I, on the other hand, controlled one of the Nirmanakaya incarnations of the Fairy for some time. The encounter has allowed me to wring a good many secrets from her. Since Yan Ran had 'retired' from her place as one of the Nirmanakaya reincarnations, the Mystic Fairy did little to conceal the fact of her demise."
"What a pity..." Meng Qi could not help himself from feeling slightly sorry for his sworn brother. It was nothing short of a tragedy that two lovebirds have fallen for each other and yet they have been separated by fate just because one of them was just a Nirmanakaya incarnation, a mere pawn to be discarded if not used. He would have also crumbled with grief and desolation if met with the same fate. To add salt to the wound, Gao Lan's cultivation of his powers, the All-life Treasured Body, tend to drive its users to the brink of sanity, thus the sobriquet 'the Mad Prince.'
"Damn these entities who toy with the feelings of others!"
They came before a fork. Both paths diverged into the unknown, masked by dense, ethereal mists. However, Gu Xiaosang immediately turned left without hesitation as she explained to Meng Qi via telepathy,
"We will continue towards the Three-life Temple!"
Strokes of steel rained mercilessly on him. Fearing he could hold on no longer, the Dharma King Dushi vanished into thin air and slipped away swiftly, tracing the steps of Meng Qi and Gu Xiaosang. He would try to see if there were still treasures or riches that he could plunder to prevent the trip from being nothing more than a fruitless endeavor.
In his hand, Gao Lan's sword hung aslant from within his fluttering sleeves. With one step, he strode over the scorch marks-littered path and swept over the Monster-slaying Stage, entering into the domain of the Fairy-banishing Pool.
As if enjoying a walk in his courtyard, Han Guang strolled with his hands held behind his back. Ripples broke out from around him from his resonating powers. He looked intently at the Sword of the Human Sovereign in his companion's grasp as he cast a spell to increase his pace.
"For all their efforts, the Han Clan of the former dynasty had failed to recover the Sword of the Human Sovereign and had only been able to replicate the True Emperor Seal. Otherwise, the entire country would still be under their dominion and the noble clans would be cowering at their feet!"
With increased pace, it took merely breaths for them to reach the fork. Han Guang paused for brief ponder before he spoke, "The left."
Despite the erased traces and the veil of the dense mist, Han Guang has the gift of partial foresight inherited from the disciplines of the Heaven Sovereign. His sixth sense urged him to take the left turn.
Gao Lan nodded sternly without a word and took the left fork.
They had merely stepped for a few paces when his gaze froze.
Han Guang looked forward after noticing the change in his companion's demeanor and found the inscription written with purple thunder hanging in mid-air amidst the dense mist.
"Through Fate Love comes; At which End Love flies; What say you; Of the pains of Life; If Love is so freely severed?"
The mood of the ballad seemed to convey the pain felt by a heartbroken lady.
"Through Fate Love comes; At which End Love flies..." Not even Han Guang himself – with his cunning intellect – could have resisted feeling bewildered by the verses. For reasons unknown, the verses seemed to reveal a probable origin of their author. "It seems to have been written in how a member of the Sect of the Plain Lady would feel. Could they be also related to the Sect and have left this to distract us?"
Gao Lan scoffed with scorn and replied coldly, "Parlor tricks. How vile."
They continued further on, only to find another ballad similarly written with lightning bolts of purple color.
"I am me and only myself; Me alone, my special Me; Why one other self? I refuse to be "Her"; I love and preserve those that I love!"
The phrasing of the verses was chaotic, yet they conveyed a swelling fear, anxiety, and resolve that burst forth in its expression without waiting. Readers of the phrases were able to feel the emotions seeping from the words despite Han Guang's incomprehension of the true meanings.
For the verses conveyed the inner and truest emotions of their author in a charming display of psychological leverage.
Gao Lan froze in his steps. His gaze fixated upon the verses hanging before him. He had been looking for pretenses to dismiss "her" from his thoughts to prevent himself from plummeting into the quagmire of his despairful romance. No excuses he concocted seem to outweigh the words before him.
For it was his desires and attempts to lie against his feelings that have caused his vulnerability to the deception of others!
"I am me and only myself..." Gao Lan muttered. The icy tone lingered in his voice that came from behind his mask.
Immediately Han Guang thought of the misery that has plagued Gao Lan's past and noticed something was not right. Despite not understanding the meaning conveyed by the passages, he knew about the training they had in regards to the exploitation of Gao Lan's mental instabilities.
He hesitated before he uttered a blunt warning, "Have care against their ruse."
Han Guang had deliberately avoided berating his companion, telling him that he should have ambition towards power and authority instead of romance. He was fearful that such reproach would instead hurt Gao Lan even more and kindle the flames of his companion's mental volatility.
Gao Lan merely answered dispassionately, "I know."
Without any dawdling, he strode past the Purple Thunder verses and employed his Body Movement techniques to push forward with Han Guang. They zipped past a few more poems similarly written, but they did not stop to read them.
With sights set upon ambition and power, he showed the resolve of steel!
At length, a half-battered palace hall loomed ahead of their sights. The construction of the palace divided into three halves: two almost-obliterated wings on either flank of a still-standing central edifice, which was still stood obstinately despite losing half of its structure. A cracked and decrepit wooden plaque sign laid forsaken before the steps of the hall in the thick of the mists. Upon it, an inscription read,
"The Three-life Temple."
They stood still before the entrance of the hall. Gao Lan raised his sword and swung the Sword of the Human Sovereign into space before them. Silhouettes and imaginary visions of the common folk, terrains of mountains and rivers flitted before them and converged into the sharp glimmer of his stroke. The blow from his sword hewed across into space before the entrance to see if any traps or magical barriers could be trigger before their entry.
Crack! The view of the central edifice of the palace broke into two and shattered; the protective spells were defending the hall from trespassers undone. With skillfulness in harnessing his powers, Gao Lan twisted his blade and directed the stroke from his sword away from hitting the mirror in the hall, preventing any damages on the Secret Treasure.
Suddenly, bolts of purple lightning crackled brilliantly and shot into the mirror. The face of the mirror shone with blinding radiance and illuminated everything around them.
Gao Lan held the Sword of the Human Sovereign across his chest in a defensive stance, and Han Guang held the Diabolic Monarch and a glimmer saber that sealed all brightness of the light outside.
Nevertheless, before their eyes, the mirror displayed to them visions and memories of their past, replaying their recollections in a mere but seemingly dilated instant.
Han Guang stepped forward proudly, his recollections strengthening his resolve. He could feel the aura of Meng Qi and Gu Xiaosang hurling themselves towards the collapsed chambers at the wings of the central edifice with vain hopes for survival; without even the cover of the clouds and mists.
"Hmpf!" He sneered with despise. Meng Qi and Gu Xiaosang felt the colors fading from their sights as everything around them turned black and white. Nothing seemed to have occurred them, yet everything seemed to come to a standstill around them; their movements and even the thoughts of their minds seemed to freeze.
At the moment, an arm stretched before Han Guang, preventing him using the Diabolic Monarch, breaking even the suspension of Time.
Agitated and surprised, Han Guang looked and saw it was Gao Lan who was blocking him from beside.
In a deep voice laced with repressed sorrow, Gao Lan called out,
"Show yourself, Little Brother. There is no need for aggression. It's your Second Brother, Han Guang."
The wind blew into the hall with complete silence. Except for Gao Lan, the words he spoke left Meng Qi, Gu Xiaosang and even Han Guang with speechless disbelief.
Boom!
The magical barrier broke asunder as bolts of purplish lightning shot into the air.


I care not of my past and neither of my future.
Conquering all heroes and foes while looking with disdain at the horrors of the Samsara, I yearn only for a life of thrilling wonders!
History will repeat itself after many ages as the menace of the Great Calamity rises once more.
Which will rise with triumph in the face of adversity; the Golden Form of the Great Buddha or the invincible Heavenly Taoist Form?
Which will seize all glory amidst all struggles; The Buddha's Palms or the  Seven Strokes of Heaven's Interception?
From the sanctum of the Shaolin Temple, Meng Qi's adventures and struggles through the Samsara begin as we follow his climb to claim the title of "the Unrivaled and the Invincible One"!


Han!
How could Li Changshou not know what Han Xiaoying's name meant when she met Ke Zhen'e?
Ke Zhen'e was the blind hero in the classic martial arts story 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes' in his previous life. Later on, he debuted in the form of the 'Seven Monsters of Jiangnan' and achieved great success in the Jiangnan region. He was a classic proof of 'flying alone is not as good as forming a team'.
Han Xiaoying was the little sister of the "Seven Monsters of Jiangnan" and Ke Zhen'e's foster sister.
The greatest contribution that the "Seven Monsters of Jiangnan" made to the martial arts world in the martial arts story was to nurture the "Iron Man" Guo Jing, also known as Brother Jing.
Most importantly, the name Han Xiaoying was mentioned by Goddess Nuwa!
Li Changshou's heart sank. His entire body tensed up as crazy thoughts surfaced in his mind.
No, there might be a trap!
In the blink of an eye, Li Changshou forced himself to calm down. A series of options appeared in his mind.
Did Goddess Nuwa came from a beautiful blue planet like me?
Can a Saint really time-travel and see through the past and future generations?
Is the place I came from a parallel world to the Primordial World?
Can Goddess Nuwa read minds?
Does the mother of the human race have abilities that other Saints don't?
Could it be that Nuwa had heard the story I told Ling'e… Uh, that is definitely impossible.
Not to mention something as unstable as telling Ling'e the story of his previous life, Li Changshou had been extremely careful when he recalled his previous life since he was eight years old. He would never reveal any vital information!
In fact, Li Changshou did not even dare to recite the 300 poems when he was in a bad mood.
The Primordial Heavenly Dao was omnipresent. In theory, Saints could use the Heavenly Dao to deduce everything in the Three Realms. How could Li Changshou make such a low-level mistake!?!
Of course, in theory, Saints had many restrictions too.
In all these years, Li Changshou had only slept a few times. He had never let himself get drunk…
"What's wrong, Little Disciple?"
He could sense the spiritual will of the Mysterious Yellow Pagoda.
"Goddess Nuwa is asking you a question. What are you waiting for? Let's please Goddess Nuwa and meet the embroidered ball! "
Li Changshou immediately asked in his heart, "Pagoda Master, does the Saint have a mind-reading technique?"
The Mysterious Yellow Pagoda scolded jokingly, "There are many people in this world who slander the Saints. If there is really a way to read minds, wouldn't the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder strike every day? However, if you stand in front of our master, he might see through your essence soul and see through some of your thoughts. I'm not sure if Goddess Nuwa can do it."
Li Changshou's essence soul trembled slightly. Wisps of immortal light circulated and wrapped around his essence soul.
According to what the Pagoda Master had said, the Saints could not directly predict the human heart. Then, most of the dozens of options in his heart could be eliminated.
At this moment, he could not be anxious. He had to believe that there was complete logic behind everything. He had to believe in his own judgment…
At such a critical moment, who else could he trust but himself?
Firstly, what were Saints?
Saints were immortal and indestructible. They could refine wind, fire, water, and earth. They could destroy the Primordial World.
However, there was still a Great Dao above the Saint. The Primordial World also had the Heavenly Dao to maintain the stability of the world. The strongest Saint in the ancient times, Dao Ancestor Hong Jun, had already given up on the opportunity to become a Great Dao Saint. He had merged with the Heavenly Dao and existed in a completely different form.
The strongest of the six Saints was the Grand Pure One. The Grand Pure One was the best at deductions and had several supreme treasures.
He remembered that the Grand Pure One had shown him the 'original information' that he had deduced.
When he subdued Daoist Wen Jing, the Great Dao insight of the Grand Pure One released a scene, indicating that Daoist Wen Jing was the most important person involved in the destruction of the twelfth-grade golden lotus in the Western Sect.
The Grand Pure One wanted Li Changshou to take action and divert the chaotic storyline back to ensure that Daoist Wen Jing took a sip…
That incident gave Li Changshou a lot of confidence. At the same time, he confirmed three things.
The six Saints were not omniscient and omnipotent. Their strength had an upper limit. They could only deduce some possibilities in the future.
The future was not constant. There were many possibilities that could change at any time.
The Saints were also seeking change. They wanted to reverse what they didn't want to see and ensure that what they want to see happened.
Thinking up to that point, Li Changshou had already decided on how to respond to the Pagoda Master's urging.
In front of a Saint, he could only fight!
Although he had already obtained the approval of the Heavenly Dao, he could not let anyone know that he had transmigrated to the Primordial World!
The other explanation of a disciple being extinguished for being too outstanding was too rare of a specificity. It must be eliminated!
Li Changshou maintained his Dao salute. He frowned and blinked. He said slowly in a puzzled tone, "Reporting to the Saint, Ke Le'er was an alias that Ao Yi had used to deal with the Deep-Sea Demon Clan. At that time, a Deep-Sea Demon Clan pretended to be Ao Yi in order to tarnish Ao Yi's reputation. Therefore, they used that method to counterattack. At that time, we discussed and created a baseless identity for Ke Le'er. She would be the good friend of Ao Yi's wife, Jiang Si'er. In order to get rid of the negative karma demons at the foot of the Demon Ascension Mountain, and to attract more negative karma demons who were in cahoots with them to the Demon Ascension Mountain, I used a small trick and asked Ke Le'er to use a honey trap. I used the identity of Ke Le'er's elder brother to cause trouble and achieved the tactical goal of boiling the demons in warm water. Ke Zhen'e was just a name that I casually gave him. His name signifies that he wants to suppress evil and protect the universe. Goddess, the person that you mentioned… Han Xiaoying? I… I have never heard of this person. This is definitely not because you heard the wrong question!"
"Never heard of it?"
There was a hint of doubt in the voice in the pavilion.
Li Changshou hurriedly said, "Please forgive me, Goddess!"
The attic was quiet for a while. Li Changshou was also thinking very quickly.
There's a problem. There's a problem.
Does the Goddess Nuwa really have the same background as me? If that is the case, why… why?
Why can't she get the joke? Uh, of course, it could be that she has never heard of it, or that she did not catch it…
Also, the words 'boiling the demons in warm water' and 'tactical purposes' are completely different from the usual words used in the Primordial World.
If the Goddess of Saints had summoned me this time to "confirm each other's existence", then the subsequent reaction…
Why is it completely wrong?
Li Changshou needed more information!
A sigh was heard from the pavilion. However, the mysterious voice of the Great Dao sounded again.
"I haven't heard of it, don't be so afraid. Perhaps it's just a coincidence. Listen to the second question."
Li Changshou heaved a sigh of relief and hurriedly said, "Please give it to me, Goddess."
"The water of the Yellow River flows from the sky. What do you think the next sentence should be?"
Lord!
Ah… After all, even the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan knew about it. It is not a big deal to mention some poems written by Li Bai.
Peaches are not worth making a fuss about!
What the hell is this Goddess Nuwa doing?
Did she call me over to tell me a secret signal?
He knew that with the Great Daoist Master's abilities, he could already block the detection of the Saint and the Heavenly Dao within a thousand feet of him. The conversation between the Saint and him could definitely be kept secret.
Under that premise, the two questions asked by the Goddess of Saints revealed too much information, but they also seemed to contain scruples…
Li Changshou's mind was in turmoil.
Hypothesis: If I were the Goddess Nuwa and a transmigrator, how would I deal with a suspected transmigrator?
Exterminate them to protect my background and prevent my secret from being exposed.
There is no other option.
The reverse deduction method: What kind of situation would make the Goddess Nuwa speak up to test me? Before that, would she explain her background and position?
This…
There was insufficient information and he could not deduce it. However, it already explained the problem.
"Goddess Nuwa…"
Li Changshou smiled awkwardly and looked troubled.
"I feel that there's something wrong with that sentence. The Yellow River is the great river of the South Continent. It is said that the Primordial World is the burial place of the Ancestral Dragon. I am inexperienced and I do not know the details. However, I had previously checked the waterway of the South Continent. The water of the Yellow River does not come from the sky, but from the central region of the South Continent. If it's reasonable, I can continue it with… The water of the Yellow River flows from the sky and into the East Ocean."
The pavilion fell silent again.
A myriad of thoughts ran through Li Changshou's mind. At that moment, he decided to take the initiative.
He had to obtain more information to verify the remaining options in his heart!
Call her Goddess Nuwa? Why not take the initiative to take a small step forward and call her Aunt-Master!?!
"Aunt-Master, do you prefer poetry?"
Goddess Nuwa's voice sounded again. "I've heard of it, but I don't like it. It's not appropriate for you to continue like this. The latter half should be 'it surges to the sea and never returns'."
 Li Changshou's eyes lit up and he muttered, "Don't you see? The water of the Yellow River flows from the sky,surges to the sea, and never returns? Although it does not make sense, the concept is rather profound. I also feel that this is… wonderful! I really don't know what kind of talent I must have to be able to come up with such a beautiful line."
After Li Changshou finished speaking, he suddenly heard a sigh from the pavilion…
A sigh?
The sigh contained the charm of the Great Dao and faint emotions. It seemed that Goddess Nuwa's state of mind had slightly fluctuated.
Li Changshou quickly analyzed and wrote thousands of words for the paper in his heart. He then came up with a bold idea!
Could it be…
 Then, he heard Goddess Nuwa say, "Although it's useless, I'll ask you the third question. Have you heard this ballad before?"
A wisp of Dao runes floated over from the pavilion and wrapped around Li Changshou's ear. Li Changshou heard a gentle female voice humming a melody beside his ear.
To be honest, he almost sang it in his heart…
Twinkle twinkle little stars?
How I wonder what you are?
Ah, it is just a very ordinary tune. I thought that it would be something like "Catching Prawns" or "Seven Fragrance".
Accompanied by the melody, Li Changshou felt as if there were portraits in his heart. One choice after another popped up, but he kept rejecting them!
Although the possibility of Saint Nuwa having transmigrated was very low, he could not eliminate it.
However, the Saint Nuwa must have come into contact with the "blue planet culture" and the "information" of the world that he had experienced in his previous life!
Moreover, it had a deep impact on her!
Do the other Saints know about this?
If other Saints knew about this matter, they would definitely not be able to hide it from the Saint of his sect. On the other hand, the Saint had already imparted the Dao to him and taught him alchemy techniques. In reality, he had already accepted him as a disciple…
There were many things that did not make sense.
A breeze blew over. Li Changshou realized that he had been bowing for too long.
Just as the melody ended, he heard a voice from inside.
"Someone, bring the Water God to the front hall. Prepare a banquet to entertain Xuan Du and the Water God."
Have I failed to answer the questions and lost the chance to enter the pavilion?
Outside the pavilion, a barrier that Li Changshou had not noticed before slowly dissipated. A fairy in a colorful dress walked over with her head lowered and answered respectfully.
Goddess Nuwa said, "Water God, go and rest. I will appear later. I have a few small matters to ask you."
Li Changshou said loudly, "I will follow your orders, Goddess."
Pass…
Not only did he pass, but the last few words of the Saint had given Li Changshou enough logic!
After following the female immortal's graceful figure, Li Changshou went down the stairs and began to organize the short conversation from the beginning…
Although it was just three questions, three answers, and two or three casual conversations, Li Changshou had already figured out a rather clear path based on the identity, position, and various situations of the Saint, Goddess Nuwa.
The reason he was called here today was not because of the demons.
From the beginning, Goddess Nuwa had made it clear that the demons were a race of ten thousand spirits. Most of the demons who had ties with Saint Nuwa had died. Whether the demons lived or died did not have much to do with her. However, due to the restrictions of karma, Nuwa would protect the last wisp of survival luck of the demons.
Today, she had called him over because of that name — Ke Zhen'e.
The Saint, Goddess Nuwa must have paid attention to the battle at the Demon Ascension Mountain. However, she had only called him over after half a month. Perhaps it was because the Saint Nuwa was uncertain and was hesitating…
After calling him over, she sent the Great Daoist Master away and asked him the first question. Saint Nuwa even deliberately used a 'normal and slightly playful' tone to observe his reaction.
Li Changshou felt that his micro-expression management should not have been wrong. After being stunned, he was puzzled.
IT The homophonic joke has to be deducted… ahem, let's not talk about the homophone joke about ginger coke. From the reaction of the Goddess Nuwa after I answered the first question, as well as the fact that she did not get the answer she wanted, and the two questions that she continued to ask, it is very likely that the Goddess Nuwa is not from Earth. 
If I were to make a bold assumption and carefully verify it, would it be possible…
There is once a transmigrator who appeared in the ancient times. He copied stories, poems, and ballads. Moreover, he had already made connections with the Goddess Nuwa who had not become a Saint yet back then?
If that is the case, it would explain why the Saint seemed to be "searching for answers" and not "verifying"!
If I follow that train of thought, where did that 'senior' go?
Is it because he was too unrestrained and unfettered? Or had his identity been discovered and he was destroyed with a brick or the Heavenly Dao?
Once all possibilities were eliminated, the last one would be the truth even if it seemed impossible.
From the perspective of the "senior" who had guessed this, and who had brazenly copied the culture of the blue planet, he could tell that the "senior" might have been too unrestrained and ended up tearing himself apart!
If he wanted to verify his hypothesis, he only needed to completely eliminate the possibility that the Goddess Nuwa was a transmigrator, that she had once come into contact with the blue planet, that she had deduced the future, and so on…
How could he rule it out?
I still need more limited information…
"What's wrong? What are you thinking about?"
Li Changshou looked up.
At that moment, he had already arrived at the main hall and saw the Great Daoist Master eating the immortal fruits in the main hall.
Li Changshou sighed and said softly, "Senior Brother, we're in the main hall again. Won't we be punished by the Saint?"
Great Daoist Master Xuan Du shook his head and chuckled. He blinked at Li Changshou, as if he was asking him what had happened.
Li Changshou deliberately smiled bitterly. Just as he was about to discuss with the Great Daoist Master and see if he could provide some information, he heard something.
"Don't mention what I say to anyone else."
As soon as he finished speaking, golden light shone everywhere in the main hall. A figure walked out from the golden light. The pressure of the Great Dao unique to Saints filled the magnificent hall.
Li Changshou's heart skipped a beat.
The Goddess Nuwa who had scared him half to death had arrived.


After being reborn in the ancient times before the Great God-Conferment War, Li Changshou becomes a minor cultivator. He is neither destined for great things nor great woe. His only dream is to live a long life as a cultivator. In order to survive in the cruel Primordial Times, Li Changshou tries hard not to accumulate any karma—killing inevitably leads to feuds. 
Thus, he always plans thoroughly before doing anything and never allows himself to walk into dangerous situations. He hides his trump cards well, trains himself in escape techniques, refines poisonous pills, and masters his mystical abilities. Before making any moves, he takes on an extremely steady demeanor. Yet, every move of his ends up earth-shattering. Once he is done, he will disappear without a trace. 
Li Changshou originally plans to remain hidden and safe in the mountain. There, he is supposed to cultivate until he ascends to immortality. However, everything changed one year when his master seems to think that their lives are too peaceful... He takes in a junior sister...


The Crown Prince was currently being besieged by endless demonfire, the result of all sorts of spell formations. And yet, he wasn't being harmed in any way. In fact, it almost seemed like a tempering of sorts for him.
When the Crown Prince spoke, his voice echoed like thunder. "You should abandon any thoughts of capturing me, Great Sage Shroud-Heaven! I've already reached out to the immortal planes, and acquired the sealing marks of immortals. I've severed the psychic connection between you and me, and now I'm a Great Sage, making me completely invincible. Soon, I will unite the Rich-Lush Continent under my rule, and eventually, I'll come to the Hanging Mountain and take your demon head off your shoulders."
As he spoke, the images of immortal planes flickered in and out above his head.
He was able to communicate with them because of the so-called Operation Azure Heavens. Not only did it allow him to have access to boundless power, it also gave him incomplete immortal motes, which were gathering to himself to increase his strength even further.
Because of that, the demonfire in the area shrank away from him and didn't dare to touch him.
Soon, the power of the fire began to fade, and he emerged from the cocoon.
Looking out into the far distance, he could see the curved heaven and flat earth that was the Rich-Lush Continent and its greyspace. He could see the Planar Pearl at the very peak of the greyspace, and the primal chaos vital energy beneath the continent, as well as all the countless terrain features of the lands.
'So, Yang Qi actually saved the plane. From that alone, it's obvious that he has a spectacular, almighty backer. Sadly for him, that backer can't enter the continent in person. Most likely, his backer is just trying to turn him into a puppet.' Cold light flickered in the Crown Prince's eyes, as though he were making a calculation of some sort.
'It doesn't matter. The first thing I'll do upon returning is kill Yang Qi, ferret out the truth of his backer, and take his power for my own.
'Then, I'll unite the Demi-Immortal, True Dragon, Sun Moon and Sea God Institutes under my authority. At that point, I'll rule the world.'
With that, he waved his hand to extinguish the final remnants of the demonfire.
'The most powerful institute in the Quake-Dawn Continent, the fabled Quake-Dawn Cathedral, will soon be mine as well. For now, I need them to keep the chancellors in check. Among all the Great Sages in the Rich-Lush Continent, Chancellor Demi-Immortal is the strongest, and also the most mysterious. I can't believe he actually helped Yang Qi, and foiled my plans to get the Grand Emperor's Pagoda. Thanks to that, I was injured by that trashy Young Master Shroud-Heaven. What an utter humiliation.'
All the Crown Prince could think about was how to slash down anyone who stood in his way along the path to glory.
'I've already awoken part of my true will. I am an almighty being from an immortal plane, something rare in all creation. Considering the being I represent, no one can possibly be a match for me. Even the Yore-Wilds Continent itself could be considered nothing in my eyes.'
Even his mere thoughts caused everything to shake, and the plane he occupied to sink downward.
** 
Yang Qi was currently in the Rich-Lush Continent, cultivating with the help of the Ballad of the Dao Testimonial. Many days had passed, and the appointed time for the final duel approached. Everyone in the continent was waiting with bated breath.
Of course, Yang Qi had no idea exactly when the Crown Prince would actually return. Therefore, although he allowed himself to seek enlightenment with the Ballad of the Dao Testimonial, he still kept some attention focused outward. The process of working with the ballad felt like connecting with some immensely powerful spirit, and the more time that passed, the more that it seemed that the spirit represented the only truth in the world. That spirit being was the entity that had created the Ballad of the Dao Testimonial, a sovereign being who could lord it over heaven and earth, who could create natural law, and was virtually invincible.
Yang Qi felt like he absolutely had to exercise faith in that great dao, and become a true disciple.
At the same time, he managed to keep his own thoughts clear in his sea of consciousness. He knew that the Ballad of the Dao Testimonial was a tool being used by some immortal to try to gain faith and followers. If that immortal could convert an entire plane to its worshipers, and then help them to spread further out into the universe, it would be a path to immense power.
Any other person would already have succumbed. But not Yang Qi. He was using the Ballad of the Dao Testimonial to directly contend with the will of that immensely powerful immortal. By doing so, he could temper his own spirit, and hopefully, reach the next highest level of enlightenment.
The fluctuations of a great dao swept to and fro over him, and pulses of immortal energy emerged from the top of his head, to the point that they were visible to the naked eye. It was almost as if he were connecting to some unknown natural law, and that the immortal energy was connecting to his soul itself.
'The valiant go into the mountains even though they know tigers lurk therein?' Nie Chaoguang thought as he looked on coldly. 'This guy is strong, but I can't believe that he intentionally wanted to cultivate using the Ballad of the Dao Testimonial, all to provoke his soul and cultivation base, and achieve a breakthrough. Doesn't he know that it's playing with fire? The Ballad of the Dao Testimonial can be used to communicate with a mysterious immortal plane. Once he does that, the will of a mighty immortal will enter his sea of consciousness and brainwash him. He couldn't possibly fight back. Even Great Sages are like absolutely nothing compared to immortals, and this guy is only a wimpy Legendary."
Of course, Nie Chaoguang didn't dare to do anything tricky; he knew that Yang Qi's energy field could crush him out of existence in the blink of an eye.
Anyone other than a Great Sage would be forced to bow and scrape to Yang Qi now.
However, Nie Chaoguang simply couldn't wait to see the will of the immortal take over Yang Qi and force him to become a disciple. He would become the most powerful disciple Nie Chaoguang had come across so far, and in fact, he was fairly certain the immortal would reward him because of it.
That thought caused his eyes to glitter brightly. 
**
Suddenly Yang Qi's eyes snapped open, including the Lord's Eye, which sent a beam of light stabbing high into the sky, where a door suddenly appeared.
It was immense, the type that seemed could never be opened for all eternity. It was bronze, covered with spots of age and rust, and emanated the most ancient of auras. However, as soon as the light of the Lord's Eye touched it, the door cracked open.
Bam!
The platform Yang Qi sat on was reduced to rubble, and Yanhaven itself was affected, almost as if by an earthquake, which caused numerous buildings to sway back and forth.
"Be suppressed!"
Porcelain sagelight erupted out, a manifestation of Yang Qi's mighty power that instantly quelled the vibrations shaking Yanhaven.
He had established a connection with the immortal plane.
'The brat's playing with fire,' Ghost Emperor Yama thought, looking up into the space-time wormhole up above. In the depths of that door was a flickering light that was powerful enough to eradicate Great Sages. 'Can he really communicate with a higher heaven using only his own will? And can he actually defeat the will of an immortal?'
It was obviously an impossibility for ordinary folk to do such a thing when dealing with the Ballad of the Dao Testimonial. Whatever immortal had created the song must have been shocked at the strength of Yang Qi's soul, and then directly taken control of his will to make him into a disciple.
After all, a disciple like him would be more terrifyingly strong than any other disciple from the mortal realm.
'This is the so-called will of an immortal?' Yang Qi thought. 'Are you kidding me? So, you think you can enslave me and turn me into your disciple? Guess what? I used the Ballad of the Dao Testimonial to draw you out for training purposes. You're like a training dummy!'
The light from the Lord's Eye turned into a godly beam that carried Yang Qi's will into the enormous bronze door.
RUUUUUMBLE!
A moment later, a mountain-crushing, sea-shattering sound erupted from the bronze door, like millions of explosions all occurring at the same time. Thankfully, Yang Qi had already thought to protect Yanhaven, otherwise it would have been wiped off the map, turned into either lava or ash.
The bronze door was actually a space-time wormhole leading to an immortal plane, and not even Ghost Emperor Yama could have entered it if he tried. It was sealed tightly by the magical laws of the plane it led to.
However, Yang Qi had offended the mighty immortal who had created the Ballad of the Dao Testimonial, and in that entity's fury, it wanted to enter the world, enslave Yang Qi, and destroy everything else in his plane of existence.
To such an immortal, the people of lower planes like the Rich-Lush Continent were essentially bugs. And for a bug to use the Ballad of the Dao Testimonial to try to establish contact in this way was blasphemy.
It was a complete, utter humiliation, like a mighty emperor suddenly being slapped across the face by a beggar.
Without any warning, the space-time wormhole suddenly opened fully.
POP!
The bronze door turned into a meteor, shooting downward as fast as lightning, moving more quickly than anyone could comprehend. In the blink of an eye, it was on top of Yang Qi's head, about to smash into him.
RIIIIP!
Suddenly, bronze light spread out to cover Yang Qi's body. At the same time, his aura became different, as though he had been possessed by some ancient god-spirit.
'That's…!' Ghost Emperor Yama's eyes went wide. 'A god from heaven descended into the mortal world! He's been inhabited by some reincarnated being who will destroy any who blaspheme it. Either that, or he's been transformed into a slave! Hold on. Now it makes sense. That must be what happened to the Crown Prince's mother, the Holy Daughter of the Quake-Dawn Cathedral. She angered an immortal and then ended up pregnant as a result.'

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