【Hiroshi Itsuki】for a certain reason, has to attend Yokosuka High School. Upon entering, he was commanded by his homeroom teacher to enter the school’s Classics Club because he hadn't joined one yet. Although reluctant, he proceeds to do so. Hiroshi soon finds out that the Classics Club, as his homeroom teacher had promised, is actually “quite interesting”.

Chen Mo liked calling himself a video game designer, despite being a mere video game producer.
After dying one day from work-related stress, he transmigrated into a parallel world as himself, right after he graduated. He was now in the body of his younger self, who also aspired to be a video game designer. 
Will he be able to fulfill his dream after being reborn in this oddly different new world, and become the best video game designer in that world?
Follow Chen Mo on his romp through video game classics as he brings the great games of the past to a whole new world in pursuit of his dreams!


Chen Mo liked calling himself a video game designer, despite being a mere video game producer.
After dying one day from work-related stress, he transmigrated into a parallel world as himself, right after he graduated. He was now in the body of his younger self, who also aspired to be a video game designer. 
Will he be able to fulfill his dream after being reborn in this oddly different new world, and become the best video game designer in that world?
Follow Chen Mo on his romp through video game classics as he brings the great games of the past to a whole new world in pursuit of his dreams!
Note: This Novel has been continued as a passion project by its translator. The continuation of this novel will not affect the result of Trial Reading or Voting Pool. 

The next day.

In the morning, in his bedroom.

Dong dong, his mother was knocking on his door.

"Little Ye, get up!"

"OK mom."

"Quickly, you have to report to Peking University today!"

"I'm already up and putting on my clothes."

"Your dad and I have to go to work now! Do well."

Thump. The sound of the door closing sounded from outside. His dad and mom had left the house for work.

Zhang Ye stretched himself and walked to the bathroom to wash up. He then changed into a casual suit, something that didn’t look too rigid on him. Soon after, he left the house too.

......

Today was the 2nd of January.

Some people were still enjoying their holidays while others had already started work and school.

For example, students from Peking University, who were locals or had relatives here, were now going back to school after the New Year’s celebrations. The main entrance was filled with students and teachers walking in and out. Everyone here had a face and aura that was lacking in other normal universities -- Confidence, maybe even that slightest bit of pride. It was not strange, since they were students of a prestigious institution in the country that was ranked first. The people here were the cream of the crop. They had the qualities to be proud of themselves.  Zhang Ye himself could be considered as someone who graduated from a prestigious university. Beijing Broadcasting College -- now called the Media College was also considered one of the top institutions in the country, but compared to Peking University, it wouldn't even be worth a mention. The two were on two totally different levels.

In front of him was Peking University.

Beside it was Tsinghua University.

In the past, when Zhang Ye was still schooling, he would look up at these two universities whenever he walked past Zhongguancun Street, but now, he no longer had that awe and envy when he faced them. This was because the Zhang Ye now was no longer the same as before.

As he did not have his breakfast, he was feeling a little hungry. Zhang Ye was looking out for a place to eat when he was still in the car. The street opposite conveniently had a stall that served breakfast. He got off his car and walked over. In the stall, the tables were full. Zhang Ye could only choose to sit out in the open.

The boss of the fried dough sticks stall shouted over, "What do you want to eat?"

Zhang Ye did not hesitate, "Stir-fried liver and half a tray of buns, please."

"OK, it'll come at once." The boss said.

On the other side of the open air sitting area, there were around 7-8 university students. It was not known whether they were from Peking University or Tsinghua University, or from other universities nearby. This was a place where all the famous institutions were located at.

The fried liver arrived and Zhang Ye, who was still wearing his shades started eating. He did not use a spoon. It was an old Beijing tradition to eat by holding the bowl and then 'sucking' in the stir-fried liver into the mouth. As to why there was such a tradition, Zhang Ye did not know. He had been eating it like this since young. It was a matter of being used to it, yes, even though this style of eating was loud and inelegant.

The students seated over there were chatting.

Yao Mi bit into her fried dough sticks and sat with her leg raised said, "We really chose the wrong elective class this time. Don't you think we're really such fools. Why did we even choose 'Appreciation of the Classics' elective?!"

Li Ying was also depressed, "Yea, that's right. Back then, the elective name made it sound like it was a really simple class, at least compared to the other electives. We had mostly read the Four Classics and some other classic literary works. Even if we had not read them before, we'd have watched the dramas on TV. We would at least have some understanding of it, so we thought it would have been easier if we chose this elective, but goddamn it, who'd have thought that Professor Wang's health could not keep up? This semester's almost over and the other elective classes are already preparing for their exams. And us? This semester's 'Appreciation of the Classics' classes have not even had a few lectures. We did not learn anything or know what would be tested. How can we even pass like this? I think none of us should expect to get credit for this class. If we don't pass, we'd still have to choose another elective next year. We've wasted this semester for nothing!"

Her brother, Li Li did not know to laugh or cry, "We can't blame Professor Wang. His diabetes condition worsened and I heard that he's still in the hospital. It seems rather serious."

Li Ying smacked his lips and said, "Then we should at least have gotten a substitute teacher!"

Yao Mi blinked and said, "I did hear that the school was currently looking for someone, but there hasn't been a suitable candidate so far."

"There are so my famous teachers in the country, how could there be no suitable candidates?" Li Ying asked.

Yao Mi replied, "I know there are a lot of people who'd want to come teach at Peking University, even if it's just as a substitute teacher, the glory is still the same, but it seems like our Vice President Wu who's taking charge of the Chinese department was not interested in them. She felt that they did not have the abilities, that's why it's been dragged out until now. It's not wrong, famous classics have already been taught over and over too many times. Even television dramas about them have been overproduced. The knowledge of those classic are already quite well known to many people, so how could they be expected to be taught differently. It's only our Professor Wang who managed it rather well, which is why finding someone to replace him would be difficult. Do you even know what kind of place Peking University is? We're the 1st placed educational institution in the country. A normal teacher would never be admitted casually. The school definitely demands for the best amongst the best, otherwise we wouldn't be called Peking University."

Li Ying stroked his unshaven mustache, "They demand for the best, but neglected us. At least arrange for a substitute teacher to guide us through the examinable materials!"

Li Li said, "Who knows, they might even pass us without an exam."

"Wishful thinking. Other schools might do that, but how could it happen in Peking University." Yao Mi sniffed, "Don't think about such wonderful outcomes. Even if there are proper reasons, the school would never resort to such methods. At most, they would relax the grading requirements, but even so we've only had 2 lessons this whole semester. How can we pass like this? And the classes were even from a few months back. I can't even remember the things that Professor Wang taught us anymore!"

"Me too."

"Hai, quickly get us another lecturer."

After finishing this topic, they skipped to other topics in their conversation.

Zhang Ye overheard everything as he was having his breakfast. These were Peking University students? "Appreciation of the Classics" class? The lecturer was sick and in the hospital with diabetes? Not many lessons in the whole semester? Zhang Ye suddenly had a very good understanding of the situation. Now he understood why even though Wu Zeqing only had less than an hour of conversation with him after spotting him on the plane, she'd invited him to teach at Peking University. It turned out that it's because of this tricky situation that had led her to invite him to save the situation!

She really does trust this bro!

Not bad, you've found the right guy after all!

If it were about other things, he wouldn't be so confident, but speaking about famous classics, this was his strong point. The "Analysis of the Three Kingdoms" that Zhang Ye had brought over from his world, didn't it get rave reviews from everyone? When he thought of this, Zhang Ye was reassured after feeling jittery about his teaching skills. If President Wu had pulled him in to teach contemporary literature or similar classes, he would definitely not be confident. This was due to the fact that he hadn't even read most contemporary literature, novels, or poetry that existed in this world. He might not even have heard of some of them before, so of course that would be quite difficult to teach, but for classical literature, it was different. This world's Four Classics still existed, other classics like "Classic of Mountains and Seas", "Analects", or even foreign classics like "The Holy Bible" all still existed. All of these works had affected and influenced the world too much. The game ring had been unable to change any of these background history, otherwise the cultural development or even the whole social structure of this would would be greatly affected. The world would no longer be what it was now.

After accidentally finding out the situation from those Peking University students, Zhang Ye felt very happy and relaxed. After he had his fill, he stood up and drove his car onto campus. He did not choose to walk as the school compounds covered a very wide area. Even a public bus would have to go around 5 stops before it could complete a round of the compounds.

On campus.

Zhang Ye made a call to Wu Zeqing. Du, du, du. 3 rings and the call connected.

"Hello, President Wu. I've arrived."

"So early?"

"Yes, I said I would be here early. Should I go around the school a little?"

"We're preparing to start our meeting here, but...why don't you join us? It would be good. You can come directly to the Chinese department. It's on the east side of the artificial lake where the flower beds are. You should be able to find it, I will send someone to meet you there." Wu Zeqing's voice was ever so demure.

Zhang Ye liked listening to her speak, "OK, I will be right there."

He arrived at the flower bed area. His car was not allowed in here, so he parked it nearby.

......

Peking University.

Chinese department, West Building 2, 6th floor.

It was a small meeting room, with a conference table in the middle. Around it were about a dozen Chinese department leaders and professors. Other common lecturers were not qualified to join this meeting.

Wearing casual white pants and light yellow suit for ladies, Wu Zeqing sat at the end of the table. She sat down with a smile as she hung up the phone. She then placed the cellphone on the table beside a fountain pen, which she aligned almost perfectly, "He'll be arriving soon."

A middle aged man said with satisfaction, "President Wu's network is really large. This hole in the wall has finally been patched up."

Another old man said thankfully, "Finally someone has come. The students have become very unsettled over the past 2 months."

A middle aged man, who was in a suit, said, "Yes. If there's still no lecturer filling in, our 'Appreciation of the Classics' elective would no longer be offered next semester."

The three people who just spoke were:

Chang Kaige -- Dean of the Chinese department.

Yan Jiantao -- The oldest and most experienced professor in the Chinese department. He's also a symbol of the Chinese department, as many students applied to the Chinese department just based on the name of Professor Yan.

Zhen Shuquan -- The secretary of the Chinese department, the nominated head of the department, but had little real power. He was in charge of the administration of the department and his qualifications and prestige were not as high as Professor Yan.

These three people were the main leaders of Peking University's Chinese department.

Wu Zeqing asked, "How is Professor Wang doing now?"

Yan Jiantao sighed, "I went to visit him at the hospital yesterday. His health is recovering slowly, but he’s definitely still not fit for teaching. I had a chat with him and he told me that he plans on retiring."

Wu Zeqing nodded, "It's more important to recuperate. Professor Wang has been at the forefront of education for so many years, even at his age. It was already very hard on him. About this year's opening of full Professor, I think we should give it to Professor Wang. I will report it to higher management and push for it to be approved within the month. Does anyone have any objections?"

"No objections."

"He deserves that."

"Of course there's no objection."

All of the Chinese department's representatives at the meeting nodded their heads.

Whether it was Professor Wang's qualifications, or from a special treatment point of view, no one could refute this decision. Besides, the matter had already been decided by President Wu. They couldn't possibly refute that. Wu Zeqing was Peking University's Vice President, who also oversaw the Chinese department and several other key departments. She was the leader of all those present at the meeting.

Secretary Zhen Shuquan suddenly said, "President Wu, who is the professor that you invited to join us?"

Chang Kaige said, "I heard that Professor Sun from Renmin University retired? His research in the field of classical works is considered to be very good. Did President Wu invite Old Sun over?"

Yan Jiantao was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "Old Sun would never come here. He spent his entire teaching career at Renmin University."

Zhen Shuquan also frowned, "Professor Sun? It can't be him, right?"

Wu Zeqing smiled slightly and took a sip of tea, "I did not look for Professor Sun. I recognize his teaching qualifications, but I didn't think he'd be suitable for an elective like 'Appreciation of the Classics'. His style is too rigid and wouldn't be attractive to the students. As for Doctor Chen, who was recommended by Old Chang, after finding out more about him, I did not ask him to join us either. I've seen Professor Chen's literature research papers and though I found them to be very outstanding, I do not think that he has the eloquence in speaking. He can write, but not speak, so he would not be able to take over the role from Professor Wang."

Oh?

Professor Sun was not suitable?

And neither was Doctor Chen?

Isn't that setting too high a standard?

Yan Jiantao asked, "Then who did you find?"

Wu Zeqing casually looked at her watch, "When he arrives, you'll know. I feel that this person is the most suitable candidate to teach such an elective class. In my opinion, from his teaching style, his lecture style and his literary level in literature, no one domestically would be more suitable than him to teach a class like 'Appreciation of the Classics'."

Chang Kaige, Zhen Shuquan, and the others all looked at each other.

The other Chinese department professors and lecturers all had their curiosity roused.

No one more suitable than him? Isn't President Wu's assessment of him too high? Who could it be? Who was it? Which professor? Hai Gui? Or could it be someone from a famous school?

Suddenly, there was knock from the door.

Dong dong. A school administrative staff said from outside, "President Wu, he has arrived."

"Come in." Wu Zeqing revealed an elegant smile.

The door opened and the staff showed him the way in, "This way, please."

The next moment, Zhang Ye walked into the meeting room, "President Wu."

The moment they saw Zhang Ye, everyone except for Wu Zeqing looked dumbfounded! Who was this? Why was he so young? He looks like he's just past twenty years of age?

Among them, someone had recognized him!

"Zhang Ye?"

"Isn't this the lecturer from 'Lecture Room'?"

Some did not know him well, as they were all in the academic field, but as Zhang Ye was quite well known in Beijing, they knew who he was the moment they heard his name!

"That's him?"

"Isn't he the one who did the Talk Show in Shanghai?"

With Zhang Ye's appearance, Chang Kaige, Zhen Shuquan, and the others nearly fainted. They couldn't react at all!

Wu Zeqing ignored the uproar and spoke calmly to Zhang Ye, "Teacher Little Zhang, why don't you introduce yourself to everyone?"

So Zhang Ye introduced himself to them. Actually, even if he did not do a self-introduction, everyone would still know him. After all, Zhang Ye was considered to be a celebrity unlike those professors here. His exposure rate was so high, that even the old Professor Yan Jiantao knew him. In fact, he knew him to be a literary hooligan. In the literary circle, Zhang Ye's name was notorious!

Subsequently, Wu Zeqing invited Zhang Ye to take a seat and then introduced him to everyone present.

Those who attended the meeting kept staring at each other, some wiping off their sweat, some tapping on their heads, some speechlessly looking at the ceiling. Their expressions were all very strange!

It was him!

Why did President Wu invite such a hooligan to join their department!?


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!

Sang Hanshui faced the pink petals flying in the sky. There was a look of determination in the triangular eyes as ripples of energy were unleashed.
The bronze mask could barely be seen behind the flurry of pink petals. There was a gentle sigh of pity amidst the melodious sounds before the cold murderous intent became clear! Sang Hanshui knew that the enemy would be going for the kill and would not show any mercy. The next attack would undoubtedly be a fatal blow!
The triangular eyes stared at the shower of flower petals. Beneath the cruel and violent eyes, one could almost make out the peaceful surface of a lake.
All of the things that he has had to go through for the past few years, including the highs and lows, flashed past his eyes. He could not help but feel emotional.
All of a sudden, a rough and unfamiliar voice broke the tension of their confrontation and Sang Hanshui was quickly pulled back to reality.
"Not bad. I don't quite like Faya's style either."
A strong-looking man slowly walked out from the shadows. He had large eyes and thick eyebrows eyes, and his eyes are clear and calm. The grey coat, that he was wearing, was torn in a number of places and full of dust and dirt.
The triangular eyes of Sang Hanshui suddenly shrank. He was stunned! "When did this person come so close to us? I didn't even notice it at all."
The petals, that had been dancing leisurely, seemed to have been given a jolt and began to dance wildly. After two seconds, the shower of flower petals was back to normal. Sang Hanshui could not help but try to figure out the identity of this thick-browed man. Even someone as powerful as Faya seemed to be taken aback as well.
After a moment of silence, Fang Shi's voice could be heard through the shower of flower petals, "Are you Jie Yanbai?"
Sang Hanshui was completely taken aback. This was Jie Yanbai, the top master of Central Repository of the Classics?
The thick-browed man seemed surprised, "Oh, I never expected Senior Fang to be able to recognize me. What a surprise." He looked calm and relaxed.
The shower of flower petals dissipated and Fang Shi stepped out. There was a unique magnetic quality to the voice beneath the bronze mask, "Brother Jie is capable of taking on the Comprehensive Federation Academy on his own and defeating them all. How can anyone not recognize your style?"
Jie Yanbai's eyebrow twitched and he replied with a smile, "That's considered as defeating them. I merely took advantage of the fact that Tang Hanpei was not around."
"Brother Jie is too modest. Very few in the Heavenly Federation can do what you did. Nevertheless, why did Brother Jie come all the way to an insignificant place like Dongrui instead of overseeing the Central Repository of the Classics?" Fang Shi asked easily and casually. There was an easy charm about him that made it difficult for anyone to dislike him.
"Dongrui isn't an insignificant place though. The student of Caesar is here, Miss Tan Yumin is here and even the top card artisan of Faya, Mr Fang Shi, is here. So, how can this place still be considered as insignificant?" Jie Yanbai looked directly at Fang Shi's face behind the bronze mask, with a smile on his face. All of a sudden, he remarked, "On the contrary, I find it strange that Mr Fang Shi dared to travel all the way to Dongrui despite knowing that Miss Tan Yumin is also here. Haha, beware of the rage of a beauty."
The eyes behind the bronze mask narrowed. A few seconds later, Fang Shi broke into laughter, "I never expected such news to have travelled to Brother Jie so quickly. Come to think of it, Faya and the Central Repository of the Classics are allies. Any one who decides to face Tang Hanpei and the Comprehensive Federation Academy on their own will be in for a tough time."
"Looks like the injuries that Senior has sustained has also affected your confidence. What a pity!" Jie Yanbai shook his head and sighed. The look of regret on his face was undeniable.
The look in Fang Shi's eyes suddenly turned cold, "Is Brother Jie determined to ignore the friendship between Faya and the Central Repository of the Classics and interfere with this matter tonight?"
Jie Yanbai replied calmly, "Central Repository of the Classics is Central Repository of the Classics, while Jie Yanbai is Jie Yanbai. Senior is still injured. It is better to rest, so that they may recover quickly."
Fang Shi stared at Jie Yanbai but the latter showed no fear. Instead, he still looked very relaxed and at ease.
"If that's the case, then I hope that Brother Jie will have fun." With that, Fang Shi disappeared into the night.
Sang Hanshui could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. Only now did he realize that his back was completely drenched with sweat. He was clearly under tremendous pressure just now! He knew that his opponent was powerful but never in his wildest dreams would he have thought that it would be the first card artisan of Faya! The first card artisan of Faya could most certainly stand amongst the best of the best in the Heavenly Federation.
Although Sang Hanshui was not too lousy himself, he was still a distance away from that sort of standard.
Jie Yanbai, the first card artisan of the Central Repository of the Classics, and Fang Shi, the first card cartisan of Faya, were the two of the strongest of the Heavenly Federation. For both of them to appear in front of him, Sang Hanshui almost felt as if he was dreaming. He had a sudden urge to pinch himself to see if this was really happening.
"You are the subordinate of the White Commander?" Jie Yanbai turned around and asked.
"Yes." Sang Hanshui replied respectfully. He could not help being respectful even though he was much older than Jie Yanbai.
"Do you mind passing a message? Just tell him that the disciple of Shui Qingyan of the Central Repository of the Classics, Jie Yanbai, hopes to meet him!" Jie Yanbai was very serious.
"Oh oh." Sang Hanshui could not react in time and subconsciously made some sounds. "Goodness, why would the first card artisan of the Central Repository of the Classics ask to meet boss in such a respectful and humble manner?"
All of a sudden, there were two terrifying ripples of energy that rose together simultaneously.
Jie Yanbai snorted once and looked up before vanishing. Sang Hanshui could sense that one of the ripples of energy was unleashed by that show-off. Finally going all out? His face was solemn as he flew up as well.
Indeed, Xiaobo had gone all out. There were only eight small Orderly Wave Wheels surrounding him, but each of them was shinier and blinding than before. He was in a pitiful state as his white coat was torn and tattered and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.
Opposite him, card artisan Kushou was not in a better shape either. The red light lance was dim and the veins on Kushou's arms were protruding very clearly. There was a bloodstain on his left shoulder and even part of his mask was broken.
Xiaobo stared viciously at his opponent with his bloodshot eyes. There was not a hint of his usual handsome looks, and instead, there was only ferociousness and berserk! At this moment, he was like a wounded wild beast in the forest. As for card artisan Kushou, there were no signs of life in his grey eyes. Only his rapid panting showed that he was still alive.
The air around them was suffocating. Both of them stared at each other. They knew that the next attack would be key to deciding the outcome of this duel!
All of a sudden, both of them struck at the same time.
Xiaobo's slender fingers were still trembling a moment ago, yet they were unusually steady now. He stretched out his arms and the remaining eight small Orderly Wave Wheels gathered in front of him.
The eight wheels arranged themselves into the formation of a bigger wheel that resembled a circular light shield.
All of a sudden, the small Orderly Wave Wheel on top vanished and shortly after, the second row of Order Wave Wheel Wheels below it vanished as well. The speed at which they were vanishing was increasing as the third row and fourth row…
When the last Orderly Wave Wheel also vanished into thin air, there was nothing left in front of Xiaobo. But at this moment, his eyes widened.
'Eight-wheel Air Shock'!
There was a terrifying absoluteness in the space between the both of them. A destructive ripple of energy suddenly expanded!
The eyes of card artisan Kushou turned from grey to black. It was different from an ordinary black color. There was not a hint of light, and it was the thickest and heaviest black of the night sky. On the other hand, both of Kushou's arms were transparent like crystal. This was an illusion caused by both his arms being covered by an energy that seemed to be made up of physical substance.
His red light lance had undergone an incredible transformation. Pa pa pa, there was a clear and rapid popping sound coming from his light lance.
Amidst the popping sound, the red light lance was expanding and contorting! The veins on card artistan Kushou's forehead were protruding and it looked like he was trying to squeeze out every ounce of energy in his body.
Bright red scales shot out of his hands and on to the light spear. Everything happened so quickly that in the blink of an eye, the entire lance has been covered with bright red scales. There were two rows of serpent-like spikes at the tip of the light lance, which had now transformed into the head of a serpent. The light lance had swiftly transformed into a snake lance!
Two narrow rows of light flowed along the bright red scales before stopping at the tip of the snake lance. Two rows of golden strings opened in the middle to form a pair of golden eyes!
All of a sudden, there was a shout in the air, "'Jiamu Snake Lance'!"
Card artisan Kushou could not afford to care about the people around him at this moment as Xiaobo's attack was much more dangerous than his previous attacks. All of a sudden, his eyes widen with rage as he shouted, "Go!"
The red light lance turned into a stream of red light that shot towards Xiaobo!
While floating in mid-air, Jie Yanbai was somewhat surprised to find two people in the midst of a duel but shortly after, he appeared behind Sang Hanshui, at the speed of lightning, and grabbed the latter's collar to dodge behind.
Boom!
White and red light exploded together behind them. The ripples of energy in the air was so intimidating that Sang Hanshui's face had turned pale!
All the card artisans outside of the tower, regardless of the card artisans of the Tai-shu family or other card artisans, were scared stiff by this terrible clash of power. Everyone could not help but stop whatever they were doing.
Just as the ripples of energy of both men were rising, Little Bu Mo had caught up with Si Dongkou. He had just used Double-fisted Punch so both his arms were terribly sore. But after sparring with Wei-ah so many times, he was aware of the importance of grabbing opportunities.
There was no hesitation in his actions!
Upon discovering these two powerful ripples of energy, Si Dongkou suddenly felt overwhelmed. He could sense that it was two powerful card artisans that were going all out against each other! But what scared him the most was that these two card artisans were too close to him!
If he remained where he was and was struck by such incredible energy, he would probably be dead.
From the corner of his eye, he saw the little monkey trying to sneak up on him. He began to panic. How he wished he could tell his opponent that it was best for both of them to flee right now!
Little Bu Mo was not distracted. He did not possess the ability to sense energy so he was nonchalant to the incredible ripples of energy. There was only one goal in his mind right now, and that was to defeat this fellow in front of him!
Bang!
His right leg struck the opponent's energy shield once more. His opponent's hesitation has allowed Little Bu Mo an opportunity. He had no idea why his opponent would be distracted in the middle of a fight, but all he knew was that this was an opportunity!
In the instant that his right leg struck the light shield, he bent his right leg abruptly before lightly hooking onto the energy hook on the surface of the light shield. His left leg, which had been lowered all this while, suddenly raised up and swung towards Si Dongkou like a whip!
It was all happening too quickly!
At this exact moment, Xiaobo's 'Eight-wheel Air Shock' had clashed with Kushou's Jiamu Snake Lance. The turbulence of destructive energy caused Si Dongkou to be distracted for a moment. It turned out to be a fatal one!
Before he could react, the tip of Little Bu Mo's left foot struck his throat!
An astounding power abruptly exploded out of the foot and the cracking of bones could be heard at the same time.
At last!
Before Little Bu Mo could celebrate his victory, a hand grabbed his throat from behind. The world spun around him as he resigned himself to being dragged along.
It was Wei-ah! He finally relaxed after the initial shock. He had sparred with Wei-ah for so long that he did not even need to turn back to know that it was him. The only question in his head was why would Wei-ah drag him away in his moment of victory?
His face was filled with question marks.
All of a sudden, his black eyes froze. A light, that was as bright as sun, was rising from the tower!


This is both a work of science fiction and an exploration of the meaning of life, love, literature and art. Brainpower is no longer the main ingredient for being human in this far distant future world.  Spirituality, physical balance, and diligence all come together as integrity for Chen Mu, the Card Apprentice.  The cards which Chen Mu masters in his own scrappy way, distill all the powers of the cosmos –  human and nonhuman –  into something that is not a book, not technology, and neither art nor magic, but is these and more.  Learn about these strange cards, which can embody everything you might imagine for the future of technology, but also a future beyond technology which promotes the best, and sometimes the worst, from mankind’s past.

Lei Jing looked at the five pieces of jade on the table with some contempt. There were three jade bracelets and two jade rings. The material of the jade was not bad, but still quite common.
A few pieces of carved Jade were nothing for a Martial Arts master. A piece of Spiritual Crystal could buy a whole basket of them.
Lei Jing pursed his lips and picked up a Spatial Ring with his two fingers. He played with it for a moment as if there was a dung beetle in his hands. He dumped it on the table and rubbed his fingers on the cloth violently. He said lightly, "You want to sell them at the Auction House? Don't make me lose face. The Auction House of the Devil Martial City is the largest one in the Omen Ridge. Only the best treasures can be sold there. Only prominent figures of the first class can enter the Auction House."
Lei Jing meant simply, take your dung beetles... no... carved jade away and don't make a fool of yourself.
Zhang Ruochen smiled. "Master, can you please look at them again?"
"Look again?"
Lei Jing stared at the table with doubt. Was there some mystery to these carved jade pieces?
Out of curiosity, Lei Jing picked up the Spatial Ring again and infused a stroke of Genuine Qi into it.
"Boom!"
A thin layer of white light appeared from the surface of the ring. It was like a fake door to a secret space.
When Lei Jing discovered the secret of the Spatial Ring, an overwhelming light came into his eyes. He looked at the pieces of Jade on the table like a sugar daddy looking at a bunch of beautiful naked women.
Lei Jing looked at Zhang Ruochen again and piled up the five Space Treasures. He covered them tightly with his big hand, afraid that they would fly away.
Lei Jing dry-coughed twice. With a serious expression, he said, "You haven't been with me very long and don't know this, but I have five wives. I think these Jade pieces are very fine and I want to bring them back as gifts for them"
Zhang Ruochen was not impressed. He hadn't expected that the master of the Silver Gowned Elder's Hall was an old scoundrel and would want to take away his own disciple's treasure.
Luckily, Zhang Ruochen had prepared and said lightly, "Master, don't you want to know how I got these Carved Jades?"
Lei Jing showed a curious expression as well and asked, "Right! I was going to ask you."
Zhang Ruochen said, "Once I discovered an ancient cave from medieval times and found some treasures inside it. I found not only these pieces of Jade, but also several top level books of practice skills."
In order to cover his identity as the son of Emperor Ming 800 years ago, Zhang Ruochen could only make up a story.
There was nothing else he could do!
Lei Jing knew long ago that Zhang Ruochen must have had some adventures. Otherwise, he was just a prince from an inferior commandery, how could he have opened up 27 Meridians?
At least, the exercises he practiced were quite amazing.
This was not that strange. Kunlun's Field had a long history. There had been many masters since ancient times. Even for Zhang Ruochen to discover the cave of an ancient saint, it was not that odd.
Lei Jing was a man of principle, so he didn't ask about Zhang Ruochen's adventure. And he never considered stealing Zhang Ruochen's practice skills.
Yan Lixuan had had a heart knot because of a book of sword techniques at the Superior Class of the Spiritual Stage. He hadn't broken through the Realm for decades.
Loss was greater than gain.
Lei Jing stared at Zhang Ruochen intensely. "What do you mean?"
Zhang Ruochen smiled. "As far as I know, a warrior has only one chance to revitalize his exercises. That is at Fish-dragon Realm."
"Fish-dragon Realm is also called Nine Changes in the Fish-dragon Realm. At this realm, a warrior will go through nine changes. A warrior who can complete it is a fish forever and can never get the holy door.
"A warrior at the Fish-dragon Realm can exchange a practice skill every time he experiences a change. The higher his practice skill is, the faster his practice speed is, and the higher his future achievement will be. Master, don't you want to get a higher class of practice skills?"
Lei Jing smiled, "The Blood Cloud Scripture I practiced is an exercise at the inferior class of the ghost level. Compared to the most powerful one, Holy Universe Reaching Skills, in Yuntai Suzerain, there is no difference. Can you bring out an exercise more powerful than Blood Cloud Scripture?"
Zhang Ruochen replied, "Unfortunately, I found an exercise at the Superior Class of the Ghost level, which is called Blood and God Classics. It seems to have the same origin as Blood Cloud Scripture. Revising Blood and God Classics was certainly an easy thing. I wanted to give it to you. Since you're not interested... then..."
Zhang Ruochen hadn't even finished talking, when Lei Jing stood up suddenly and roared, "You are such an unfilial disciple. When did I say that I wasn't interested?"
Lei Jing seemed to notice his malpractice and sat back awkwardly. He said with a smile, "Zhang Ruochen, your cultivation is still at a low level after all. You may not understand the exercises at ghost level. Take out the Blood and God Classics, so I can appraise it for you. It may be real."
Zhang Ruochen didn't bother to whet Lei Jing's appetite any further. He took out the Blood and God Classics which he'd written long ago and gave it to Lei Jing.
Lei Jing looked at the Blood and God Classics with his hands shaking. He seemed to be calm but was very excited.
It was just a copy, not an original exercise.
Lei Jing opened the first page of Blood and God Classics and read the first sentence. He fell into it, stuck in the mysterious exercise like he was enchanted. He was very fond of it and unable to extricate himself. He kept shouting "Bravo."
"Excellent! It is indeed excellent! It deserves to be an exercise at the Superior class of the ghost level. It is exquisite and profound. Even a Saint can't explain its subtlety."
Two hours had passed. Lei Jing didn't remove his eyes from the Blood and God Classics. It seemed that he had forgotten Zhang Ruochen was standing beside him.
If he kept reading, Zhang Ruochen suspected that he would continue for a month.
"Master. Master. Master."
Zhang Ruochen called him three times. Lei Jing removed his eyes from the Blood and God Classics unwillingly. It was like he was holding a unique treasure. He held the Blood and God Classics tightly in his arms. He was so afraid that Zhang Ruochen would take it away from him.
Never mind Zhang Ruochen, even if the owner of School of the Martial Market wanted to take the Blood and God Classics away from him, Lei Jing would fight to death for it.
The exercises at the inferior class of the ghost level and the exercises at the Superior class of the ghost level were only two classes apart. But the value of the exercise was more than 100 times different.
Originally, at Lei Jing's age, he'd had no hope of breaking through to the Half-Saint Realm.
But the Blood and God Classics gave him hope again.
As long as he practiced these exercises at the Superior class of the ghost level, he had a great chance of reaching the Half-Saint Realm.
The more Lei Jing looked at Zhang Ruochen, the more he felt pleased. He was so lucky to have such an incredible disciple.
He not only had incredible Talent, he also had incredible Luck.
If his Luck was not incredible, how could he have been able to get such an incredible practice skill like the Blood and God Classics?
"Master,"Zhang Rouchen began."Have you made your decision about the auction?"
Having received the Blood and God Classics, the five Space Treasures were not so attractive to Lei Jing anymore.
Lei Jing looked at the five Space Treasures and said proudly, "Zhang Ruochen, don't worry. I will handle it properly for you. You just sit back and wait. And get a sack to hold the Spiritual Crystal for when auction day comes!"
"I don't need a sack, I have more powerful Space Treasures."
Zhang Ruochen took out a newly refined jade space bracelet and passed it to Lei Jing. "This jade space bracelet is a present from me to you and 100 times better than those five Space Treasures. I hope you can take it."
Lei Jing picked up the jade space bracelet and looked at it carefully. He discovered that the internal space of this bracelet was extremely broad. And there were defensive inscriptions and owner recognition inscriptions on it.
Compared with it, the five Space Treasures on the table looked like defective goods.
He had been joking when he discussed giving the five Space Treasures to his wives.
His disciple had had five Space Treasures and wanted to sell them at auction. He hadn't wanted to give them to his master. Lei Jing had been unhappy about it and had just wanted to scare him.
But now he could see that Zhang Ruochen was not unwilling to show filial respect for his master, rather he wanted to give him something better. Lei Jing was certainly in a good mood.
When Zhang Ruochen left, Lei Jing put on the jade space bracelet. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it. He couldn't help but laugh. "Good boy, you deserve to be my disciple."
"Zhang Ying, Ji Fantian," Lei Jing called.
Hearing Lei Jing calling them, two silver gowned Elders rushed to the Silver Gowned Elder's Hall and bowed to Lei Jing with one knee on the ground, "Hall Master, what do you want us to do?"
"Please rise!"
The two silver gowned Elders stood up.
Lei Jing took a very thick pile of invitation letters and said, "Zhang Ying, I order you to send these ten letters within three days.
Zhang Ying felt surprised that they were just letters. Was the Hall Master really making a fuss over a trifle thing? Asking a silver gowned Elder to deliver them personally?
When Zhang Ying took the ten letters and saw the names on them, he was shocked.
"Master of Yuntai Suzerain, Han Li."
"Head of Godblood School, Sima Mingde."
"Master of Tai Qing Palace, Ye Huiyi."
"Prince of Minshu Commandery, Xia Xuecheng."
...
The names on the envelopes were all famous overlords in Omen Ridge. If any one of them sneezed, the 36 commanderies in the entire Omen Ridge would shake.
What on earth had happened? The Hall Master wanted to invite these people.
Zhang Ying asked, "Hall Master, Are… Are you holding a decennial Martial Arts Meeting?
Lei Jing said, "Zhang Ying, your memory is getting worse. Didn't we just have the Martial Arts Meeting three years ago?"
"But..."
"No 'buts'," Lei Jing said. "You just need to deliver the letters."
Lei Jing didn't mention a single word about the contents of the letter.
"Yes! I'm leaving right now."
After saluting Lei Jing, Zhang Ying walked out of the Silver Gowned Elder's Hall quickly.


Eight hundred years ago, a legendary man passed away. Zhang Ruochen, the son of Emperor Ming, was killed by his fiancée, Princess Chi Yao. Then, eight hundred years after his death, he came back, only to find that the one who had killed him had already unified Kunlun's Field and built the First Central Empire, and was now known as Empress Chi Yao... Empress Chi Yao—Her Majesty governed the mortal world and enjoyed prestige in all directions as well as an eternal life. Zhang Ruochen stood outside of the Imperial Ancestral Temple, looking at the statue of Empress Chi Yao, and the flames of hatred burned in his heart. “After I practice for 13 years, I shall send the empress to her doom!”

Tang Xiu didn't seem to hear Firecandle's compliments. Countless scenes from back when he got along with Star Tears flashed past in his mind. If there was anyone in the Immortal World who he could trust without reserve, Star Tears was definitely one of them.
However, he just couldn't reveal his identity at all. Even if he trusted Star Tears 100%, he was perfectly aware that there were some arts in the Immortal World that could search someone's memories. If those few fearsome enemies of his were to strike Star Tears and search her memory, the chance was high that he would be found through her.
Further, he also realized something else from the encounter with Star Tears. That was the terrible circumstances the Vermillion Bird Holy Sect's region was in. It was very likely that a large number of the sect's disciples were scattered about in other regions, and the people he cared about were confined in the Convict Arenas or elsewhere. These people were highly likely facing enormous tribulations, suffering, and under the threat of death.
There's still time and I still have a lot of time…. But… the Vermillion Bird Holy Sect has not much time left…
Not only that… neither those people I care about have much time left.
Tang Xiu clenched his fists and his eyes gradually filled with a cold glint. It took him a long time before he eased his tightly gripped fists and pressed all the pressures to the deepest recess of his heart.
"Firecandle, I suddenly recall that there are some more important things I need to tend to, so I can't keep accompanying you here. I'd like to give some reminders before leaving." Tang Xiu got up and turned to speak to Firecandle.
"What reminder is it?" Firecandle was bewildered.
"Refrain from hurting others, yet guard against those trying to hurt you," said Tang Xiu. "And if you want to live longer, be on guard against everyone, even to those who are the closest to you."
Firecandle pursed his brows deeply and savored Tang Xiu's words silently. The more he thought about it, the more reasonable he felt the reminder was. As he raised his head again, he found that Tang Xiu had long left already.
"I'll always keep this reminder in mind. Thank you." Firecandle took a deep breath and recited the lines in his heart repeatedly.
In the wide corridor, Tang Xiu at both sides of the passage. Although some people passed by, he looked at Qin Yu and said, "If I remember correctly, there should be a special place for purchasing particular items in the Convict Arena. Take me there."
Qin Yu nodded and said, "Please follow me, Sir."
At Canon and Classics Vend building.
With Qin Yu as a guide, Tang Xiu came to the special shop of Convict Arena. He directly looked at the welcoming attendant and lightly said, "Take me to your VIP room and notify your Canon and Classics Vend Master. Tell him that a distinguished guest is waiting."
"Understood!"
The attendant wore a respectful look and took Tang Xiu to the VIP room on the second floor. Just as Tang Xiu took a seat, a blue-robed old man stepped inside with a smile as he glanced at the group. When his eyes landed on Star Tears, however, he was suddenly stunned. But he quickly suppressed his surprise before he came to Tang Xiu and smilingly greeted. "Are you looking for me, Honored Patron?"
Tang Xiu waved his right hand, motioning for the man to sit at the opposite side. Then, he said, "I want to sell a classics manual of immortal cultivation and the recipe and concoction method of the Primordial Chaos Pill."
With that said, he took out the classics and recipe from his interspatial ring and put them on the table in front of him.
The blue-robed old man's complexion changed. He quickly read the classics and the recipe of Primordial Chaos Pill. A shocked expression appeared on his face. After a long time, he slowly said, "Honored Patron, these two items are extremely precious. I don't dare to make any decision without authorization from my superior. Please wait a bit. I'll call the Director over."
"Alright!" Tang Xiu nodded calmly.
Quickly after, the old man in charge hurriedly rushed over. After reviewing the classics of immortal cultivation art and the recipe of the Primordial Chaos Pill, his expression was as if he had found a supreme treasure as he looked at Tang Xiu and said, "Immortal Friend, would you like to sell these items directly, or would you like to exchange them with some other things?"
After thinking for a while, Tang Xiu asked, "How many Perfected Golden Immortal gladiators do you think these items can be exchanged for?"
The old man slightly creased his brows and his eyes were thoughtful for a long time. Afterward, he said, "2 Perfected Golden Immortal gladiators plus 5 million Crystal Essences. What do you think?"
"2 mid-stage Perfected Golden Immortal gladiators plus 8 million Crystal Essences. If you agree, the classic manual and the recipe are yours." Tang Xiu bargained.
"No problem!" the old man finally nodded after calculating it.
After four hours, Tang Xiu led Battle Peng and Star Tears and the other two mid-stage Perfected Golden Immortals and appeared at the Convict Arena's exit entrance. He didn't hurry to leave but waited until his four Golden Immortal subordinates returned. He then asked the four with a faint smile, "How is your harvest?"
"It's all here, Master."
The four men handed out interspatial rings to Tang Xiu.
After using his spiritual sense to check the content in the four rings, Tang Xu suddenly looked surprised. "You got quite a good harvest? You won more than 80 million Immortal Crystals?"
The four men happily smiled and one of them respectfully said, "We know too well of the Convict Arena ourselves, Master. We do have quite the experience in regard to how to judge and pick our bets here."
Tang Xiu faintly smiled and threw 2 million Immortal Crystals to each one of them, then gave Battle Peng 1 million Immortal Crystals. He then put away the rest and lightly said, "Well, we've been outside for a few days already, so it's time to go back."
Having said that, he turned his head to see a spot some kilometers away at Qin Yu, who looked like a delicate pure lotus. He flicked his finger and sent an interspatial ring to fall into her hand. Immediately after, the group of nine then stepped out of the Convict Arena front entrance.
Qin Yu stared blankly at the ring that appeared in her hand. She looked at Tang Xiu's direction again and found that he was already gone. After hesitating for a moment, she used her spiritual sense to see the space inside the ring. Her figure slightly shook after seeing what was inside and a crystal light filled her eyes.
10,000 Immortal Crystals and a cultivation manual.
When Qin Yu took out that cultivation manual and skimmed it for a while, a disbelieving look immediately painted her beautiful face.
"An immortal cultivation manual that can be cultivated up to the Perfected Golden Immortal Stage?"
Qin Yu's delicate figure slightly trembled and two lines of tears slipped down her face.
She recalled how disappointed she was the first time she saw Tang Xiu. However, after accompanying him for some time, the benefits she received from him were much more than everything she had earned for more than 10 years working here.
"Thank you, Benefactor!"
Qin Yu raised her hand and wiped the tears off her face as she muttered to herself.
"Heh, are you that disappointed, or have you been humiliated? You crying so sadly will make you useless as a guide. You won't even receive Immortal Stones doing that, no?" Wenwen approached silently in a lotus step style to Qin Yu's side with a ridiculing smile evident on her face.
Qin Yu hurriedly put the cultivation manual into her interspatial ring before turning to look at Wenwen and saying, "You guessed wrong. Not only did I got some tips, I even got more than you can imagine."
Having said that, she walked straight towards the entrance of Convict Arena and went to pay off her high-interest loan. At this moment, she also made up her mind to quit her job at the Convict Arena and planned to go to the outside world to explore, hoping that she would be qualified to meet that benefactor again in the future.
At the Hessen Castle region.
After Tang Xiu took everyone back to the Stargazing Pavilion, he took Gu Yan'er straight to the Heavenly Abode artifact. While watching her strange expression, he slowly said, "What did you notice from those three Perfected Golden Immortals I brought?"
"Uh… Black-face Auntie." Gu Yan'er's lips wriggled a few times.
"You're right. It's Aunt Star Tears." Tang Xiu wryly smiled. "I found her in the Perfected Golden Immortal prison cells of Heavenly Net Immortal Domain's Convict Arena by chance. She became a convict and a deathmatch fighter there, so I bought her."
"Did you tell her your identity?" asked Gu Yan'er hurriedly.
"No." Tang Xiu shook his head. "Not only did I not tell her my identity, but even her Soul Plate is also still here with me. I didn't say anything to her from beginning to end."
Gu Yan'er's nervous expression eased up and she curiously asked, "Are you afraid, Master?"
Tang Xiu forced a wry smile and said, "Yeah, I'm afraid. I fear that if I talk to her, she will find out my true identity. Yan'er, there may be some changes in my previous and present appearances, but those really familiar with me may still be able to guess who I really am. So…"
"Master, the number of people in the entire Immortal World who can guess the connection between the current you and the past you is definitely less than 20 people. Aside from me, her, and those two enemies, as well as Grandpa and Grandma, only those nine Sisters who know it."
"That's more than a dozen." Tang Xiu shook his head.
"Nay, the Immortal World is way too vast. And even those people can only guess and can't confirm your identity," argued Gu Yan'er. "Just like Black-faced Aunt. I've been observing her and she doesn't seem to recognize your identity at all. The way I see it, she's trying to identify your identity through your appearance."
Tang Xiu nodded and asked, "Then what should I do, Yan'er? Should I return the Soul Plate to her and let her leave immediately? Or… keep hiding the truth from her and let her follow us?"
Gu Yan'er thought for a long time before she slowly answered, "Master, I think the best course is to keep hiding the truth from her and make her follow us for now. After all, she's still a Perfected Golden Immortal. If you were to give her Soul Plate back and yet she refuses to leave, it would be troublesome if she insists on learning your identity. Further, Black-faced Aunt is the sister of the Sect Master of the Vermillion Bird Holy Sect. With such status and yet she got captured and became a deathmatch fighter of the Convict Arena, a tragedy is bound to happen if we let her leave alone. Since you have returned, it's best to take her with you. On the one hand, she can help us manage our entourage, whereas, on the other hand, we can also ensure her safety."
Tang Xiu said, "Aside from that, have you ever thought that there are only a few people who know her identity? Only our enemies know her, so in case…"
Gu Yan'er said, "Then she must change her appearance."
Tang Xiu thought for a while and felt that it was a sound idea. Then he nodded and said, "It seems that we can only proceed this way. Yan'er, the identity of Aunt Star Tears, aside from us and the other nine, must never be disclosed to the outside world. Additionally, tell those nine sisters to never show any flaws in front of Aunt Star Tears."


A supreme expert in the Immortal World had died, and a strand of his soul returned to its original body on Earth. Tang Xiu discovered with amazement that ten thousand years passed in the Immortal World, yet only a single year passed on Earth.

Wang Yao checked the herbal field using the light of the torch. The damage was not major, only a few leaves of radix gentianae were taken. Wang Yao guessed the thief was very cautious. He must have run away after hearing the noises in the cottage.
Wang Yao looked into the distance and could see the corner of the village. The village was quiet and peaceful under the moonlight.
For some people, if there's no coffin then they'll shed no tears! Wang Yao thought.
It started to rain the next morning; autumn rain was cold.
Wang Yao still watered the herbal field using ancient spring water although it was raining. Afterwards, he returned to his cottage to prepare herbs and started brewing.
East mulberry leaves, Licorice, Campanulaceae, Mint, Forsythia, Reed Rhizome...
Inside the cottage, there was one man, one pot, one set of fire, and the smell of herbs. Outside the cottage, the autumn rain continued to come down on the quiet and peaceful Nanshan Hill.
A lot of special things can be done in this kind of weather, such as having a cup of coffee in a quiet corner, reading a book at home, meditation, or having a nice nap. It was usually quiet on a rainy day.
Wang Yao was sitting in his cottage and looking at the fire. He could smell the herbs coming from the pot. It was so much fun and it was a very meaningful thing to do to brew decoctions.
Arctium, Nepeta Ear, Honeysuckle flower, Bamboo leaves...Atracdylodes, Poria Cocos, Chinese yam, Lotus seeds, Licorice...
Maybe it was because of the rain that Wang Yao was quiet and calm. He successfully made three formulas by the end of the day. Wang Yao was so relieved after the success. He put out the fire, cleaned the multifunctional pot and did some stretches.
Let's call it a day, Wang Yao decided.
Wang Yao had successfully made four formulas in less than two days. The process was much smoother than he had expected, so he didn't need to rush anymore.
He sat on the chair and took out the book Natural Classics and started to read it. Although he didn't quite get the meaning of the book, he could feel it was a profound book. What made Wang Yao thrilled was that he started to understand the methods of self-renewing to induce Qi which he didn't know about for a long time.
Inhale, exhale...
"The essence of Tao is secretive and unseen. The extremes of Tao are dark and quiet—no vision and no hearing. Embrace the spirit with rest, your figure will shape itself. The means of nature will stay clear; the means of Yin and Yang will stay calm and the means of being a human will last forever. As the name of the book: Natural Classics, the great Tao is invisible. The sky and earth are fertile; the great Tao is ruthless. The sun and the moon come and go as always. The great Tao has no name. Everything in this world is being nourished—humans, law and Earth—Earth, law and sky—sky, law and Tao. The method of Tao is all about nature."
The book, Natural Classics was not thick. It didn't take long to read through one chapter, so Wang Yao took his time. On one hand, the content was not easy to understand. On the other hand, Wang Yao wanted to thoroughly understand the philosophy it contained. It started to get dark, but Wang Yao was unaware of it—he was still reading the book.
Suddenly his phone rang. Wang Yao closed the book and packed it away in the system. What a shame! he thought.
He had just started to get the meaning out of the book as if he touched something wonderful, saw something miraculous, and felt something different. But the phone ringing stopped everything.
This book is truly extraordinary! Wang Yao thought.
"Hello, mom?" Wang Yao picked up the phone.
"Come home and have dinner. I haven't seen you for a whole day!" Zhang Xiuying sounded concerned.
"I know mom," said Wang Yao.
He then locked the door of the cottage and went down the hill with an umbrella.
The hill in the rain was quiet, especially when it was dark. The hill was quiet and spooky. But Wang Yao had gotten used to it. He went down the hill and returned to his home. His mother had prepared dinner; she cooked four dishes and one soup, including fish and meat.
"What a superb meal—special day today?" asked Wang Yao with a smile.
"Don't be silly, go and wash your hands," said Zhang Xiuying.
"Okay!" said Wang Yao.
Wang Yao and his parents were having dinner happily together.
"Do you still need to go to the hill at night?" asked Zhang Xiuying.
"Yes, I need to keep an eye on the field," said Wang Yao.
"I'm a bit worried about you being alone on the hill at night!" This was not the first time Zhang Xiuying said this.
"I've got San Xian keeping me company," said Wang Yao with a smile.
"Maybe you can get your dad to go with you?" suggested Zhang Xiuying.
"Are you kidding? There's just one small bed in the cottage. I will be fine. Don't worry about me!" said Wang Yao.
It took Wang Yao some effort to convince his mother that he would be fine. After dinner, Wang Yao talked a bit with his parents, then went back up to the hill.
"Fenghua, why didn't you say anything to stop him!" Zhang Xiuying blamed her husband as soon as Wang Yao left.
Wang Fenghua was smoking and didn't say a word. After a long time, he said, "Just let him do what he wants."
"What? It was you who didn't allow him to grow herbs a few weeks ago," said Zhang Xiuying.
Wang Fenghua didn't respond. He just had dinner with the village secretary a few days ago. Wang Jianli, the village secretary talked a lot after a few glasses of drink and Wang Fenghua kept some of his words in mind.
"Your son, Wang Yao is such an extraordinary young man! He knows the way of people and the world. All the villagers were wrong about him!" said Wang Jianli.
In the village, Wang Jianli had praised a lot of people but not sincerely. Everybody who knew him well knew that he only sincerely praised people after drinking a couple bottles of beer. In addition, he rarely praised young people. At that time Wang Fenghua realized his son had truly changed.
Maybe I should leave him alone, thought Wang Fenghua.
Wang Yao went up Nanshan Hill with a torch in his hand. He soon arrived at his cottage to hide from the rain and wind outside.
He turned the light on and started to read Natural Classics aloud. The rain continued outside and it didn't stop until after midnight.
It was much cooler the next day.
After watering the herbal field, Wang Yao went further up on the hill and sat down next to a rock. He started to practice a method of inducing Qi according to Natural Classics.
He had done some research online. Rumor had it that the book was written by a Taoist called Guang Chengzi. But the version he found online was different from the book given to him by the system. A lot of information was missing in the online version and there was no mention of the method of inducing Qi. It was like an abridged version.
Wang Yao closed his eyes to practice inhaling and exhaling. Suddenly, he felt light through his eyes as it was dawn already. Mornings were the best time of the day to practice breathing as the air was fresh and the sunshine was mild.
After sitting on the rock for about one hour, Wang Yao went back to the cottage to continue brewing decoctions. He saw people starting to show up on the hill.
Baa, Baa. Moo, Moo. A herd of cattle and sheep came along the road of the hill.
"Hi uncle, you are so early today," Wang Yao said hello to a man following the herd.
"Hello," the man waved back.
"What is that smell?" a villager asked.
"It's the smell of herbs. I don't know what Fenghua's son has been doing again," another villager said.
"He's been on Nanshan Hill all this time, never looking for a proper job!" the villager added.
"Well, it's not bad to do farming!" said an old man who was smoking.
"Not bad? Can he actually make any money?" a middle-aged man said with contempt.
"Better to mess with a senior than a promising young man in his temporary sorry state!"
　　


In an inaccessible village, there were a few houses on the hillside. 
People from far away were attracted here and the mountain road was crowded with luxury cars, because, in this town, there was a young man with incredible medical skills  who could cure all kinds of illnesses!

Besides Honorable Xuan Qi and other high-level officials, the few great Daoists were among the crowd, looking at the library with surprise.
"Dao enlightenment, Elder Senior Brother has actually reached enlightenment."
"He already possesses a Supreme Daoist Physique. Now that he's going through Dao enlightenment, Elder Senior Brother will rise to the top of the young generation in Azure Dragon domain in the future."
"According to the rumors, the world's number one divine predictor said a few years ago that Emperor's Path will restart and there will be another emperor in this era! In my opinion, Elder Senior Brother will surely be able to ascend to the throne!"
The few Daoists could not contain their awe.
Nangong Huang, who had just been defeated by Chu Kuangren, showed a wry smile. "It seems that it'll be close to impossible for me to surpass him."
Although he was utterly convinced by Chu Kuangren, there would be no man that would not want to be the best of their generation and be on top.
Nangong Huang was no exception.
However, Chu Kuangren was so enchanting that he could not help but feel weak in his presence.
...
In the library.
Chu Kuangren was still reading various sword Dao classics.
In the state of Dao enlightenment, he was learning and comprehending sword Dao methods faster and faster. A sword Dao classic could be mastered just by glancing at it once. This was a dream for any swordsman in the world.
Nevertheless, Chu Kuangren was calm, without sadness or joy.
At this time, he was immersed in the mystery of sword Dao.
Soon, he had read all three thousand sword Dao classics on the third floor of the library, and his understanding of the sword Dao far exceeded how it was before. 
"Go to the fourth floor!"
Chu Kuangren immediately went to the fourth floor of the library.
The classics here were fewer when compared to the third floor, but all of them were supreme techniques, and there were hundreds of them. Moreover, there were nearly a hundred types of sword Dao methods.
Chu Kuangren picked up a copy of a supreme technique.
"Heaven-Defying Azure Dragon Sword Art!"
He flipped through the copy of the sword art.
Compared to the methods of the third floor, the supreme methods on the fourth floor were much more intriguing as they were not at the same level.
Even if it was Chu Kuangren, he occasionally needed to pause and think to understand the mysteries behind each classic. If Chu Kuangren had not read the three thousand sword Dao classics just now, he would need more than a short pause.
Nonetheless, it was still terrifying in the eyes of others!
If the other cultivators wanted to comprehend one supreme technique, even the true disciples of Black Heaven Sect would take a year or so to achieve success, but Chu Kuangren had mastered nearly ten supreme techniques in less than half a day!
"Exquisite Nine Orifices Sword Heart plus the state of Dao enlightenment is really terrifying!"
"It's impossible for an ordinary person to comprehend supreme techniques without ten years of practice, even if he was a genius, it would take a year and a half, but every time the leader flips a copy of supreme technique, the sword hymn in him becomes stronger!"
"Looking at what he's done before, I think he's already mastered it. It's just too frightening that ten supreme techniques could be mastered in half a day. What kind of fairy tale is this? I wouldn't believe it if I had not seen it with my own eyes."
Several high-level elders were all shocked as well.
Honorable Xuan Qi was no exception.
At that moment, they were all ecstatic.
"With him here, the Emperor's throne will belong to Black Heaven Sect!"
"Haha, my Black Heaven Sect will usher in an era of endless glory!"
On the fourth floor of the library.
Chu Kuangren was constantly learning and mastering the supreme techniques and the other sword Dao techniques while the sword hymn emitting from his body was getting more intense.
He was sitting by the window, flipping through the classics with serenity while the sun shone on his body, as if covering him with a golden gauze.
Coupled with his divine aura, handsome face, and the sword rhyme about him, Chu Kuangren seemed immortal.
Tens of thousands of disciples outside the library watched that scene in front of them. They were all amazed and felt that Chu Kuangren was beyond human.
At this moment, some people actually believed that he was a deity.
A high-level female elder looked at Chu Kuangren with a pair of beautiful eyes. "This person is both too diving and devilish at the same time."
Beside, Honorable Xuan Qi laughed. "Elder Ruyan, you seem to be excited, do you want to try it?"
"If I were a thousand years younger, I would definitely would, unfortunately, however, I'm already an old woman and I'm no longer the same as before." Elder Ruyan touched her fair and flawless cheeks and said with emotion.
Honorable Xuan Qi rolled his eyes. "Elder Ruyan, you're barely more than one thousand six hundred years old. In the realm of Honorables, you are considered young. It is probably not a problem to live for several thousand years more."
Ruyan shook his head. "I feel that my potential has been exhausted. If the fates do not will it, I am afraid that it will be difficult to move forward in this life. But Chu Kuangren is different, he is a Supreme Daoist Physique with age-old talent. It might be possible for him to be supreme within a hundred years and be on the Emperor's throne within a thousand!
"Compared to that, I'm a mere side character. I am not qualified to stand with him and I'm aware of that."
"Hey, that's not true, you are an Honorable. Even if you're not his wife, you could still be Kuangren's concubine."
"Damn you, I'm not shameless."
Elder Ruyan smiled and cursed.
The two joked but their spiritual thoughts surrounded the area to protect Chu Kuangren. Neither of them dared to be careless.
Time flew by and another two days passed.
Chu Kuangren had almost finished flipping through the supreme techniques but he still had not come out of the state of Dao enlightenment.
In the past few days, in addition to learning the sword Dao methods in the library, he had not forgotten his once-per-day lucky draw.
The morning sun rose and a brand new day arrived.
Chu Kuangren looked at the Fantasy Roulette that only he could see and muttered 'lucky draw', and the roulette instantly started to turn quickly.
"Congratulations to the host for drawing a Golden Dao Enlightenment Card."
Huh?
Chu Kuangren said softly in his heart, 'enlightenment card?'
This was the first time he had drawn a Gold-grade item from the lucky draw, and he was now in a state of Dao enlightenment. He was pleasantly surprised that he would draw a Dao Enlightenment Card right at this moment.
An Enlightenment card, as the name suggested, was a card that allowed people to enter the state of Dao enlightenment. It had the same effect as the Nascent Soul cultivation base experience card drawn before, and both had time-limits.
"I am now in the state of Dao enlightenment. What would happen if I use this enlightenment card again?" Chu Kuangren thought.
The state of Dao enlightenment was rare. After this time, he did not know when he would be able to be in the state of Dao enlightenment by himself again.　　 
"Well, nothing to lose!"
Chu Kuangren thought to himself and then used the enlightenment card.
In a blink of an eye, his mind shook, as if his skull was split open and ice water was poured into it.
Immediately afterward, Chu Kuangren just felt that his head was clearer than ever before, and countless thoughts and feelings poured in.
This was the state of Dao enlightenment plus the usage of the Golden Dao Enlightenment Card. At this moment, Chu Kuangren had an unprecedentedly clear understanding of the Dao, and countless lines seemed to emerge in front of him... All within reach!
He took advantage of this state to master all the remaining supreme techniques on the fourth floor one by one!
Outside the library, Honorable Xuan Qi and others looked at each other.
"Am I hallucinating? His enlightenment of the supreme methods became faster!"
"No, it's not a hallucination, his enlightenment of the supreme techniques has indeed become faster, and it's just a little bit faster!"
"Gosh, what's happening?"


Chu Kuangren has teleported to the cultivation world. With him was a game plug-in that gave him ten consecutive lucky draws right as he began. 
Congratulations! The host has pulled the Legendary-tier Banished Immortal Aura, the Legendary-tier constitution, Exquisite Nine Orifices Sword Heart, the God-tier constitution, Immortal Body, and one Legendary Winged Soldier… 
Join Chu Kuangren as he becomes a legend of cosmic proportions, and triumphs over every being in the world!


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