Noku was walking home from the store one day until it all changed. Not remembering anything about how he ended up in some hospital full of Dokas, people who looked somewhat like humans but with blue skin, antennas, and slime coating their skin. Noku runs from the hospital for what seemed like an eternity until he ran into other “humans” only to discover he is in the same time period but on a different world. Follow Noku’s journey as he unravels mysteries of his new world and tries to go home to deliver his groceries to his mom.

The moment the thoughts turned in his mind, Meng Qi felt heavy all over, like the weight of heaven and earth were added on the surface of his body, causing ripples in the Supreme Endless Premier auspicious cloud.
Sensing it, he saw an ancient seal fall from the sky. It grew longer with the wind, quickly filling the sky. The pattern on it was simple, and it didn't have the power to connect the various worlds, hence couldn't borrow strength from the various universes, but it pressured the Celestial Vase Ambassador to use the world isolated by the projection of Lifeless Heaven and the Void Hometown to collapse rapidly.
Faced with the greenish-gray ancient seal, Meng Qi seemed to have witnessed a portion of the real world falling from the sky, a weight that exceeded logic and oppression that exceeded the concept of illusion and realism. It was enough to turn heaven and earth upside down ⁠- flip the various heavens and bury the netherworld!
Flip Heaven Seal!
These three words spontaneously came appeared in Meng Qi's mind. Heavenly Lord Guangcheng's Flip Heaven Seal!
The Flip Heaven Seal that displayed mighty power as a non-Peerless Heavenly Weapon during the War of Deification!
Pah!
The Flip Heaven Seal fell, bringing along the shattered world as it hit the dark swirl that was emitting clear light.
Bang!
The ancient patterns of the Flip Heaven Seal emerged and surrounded its body, while its body carried the vicissitudes of the last era, showing a translucent state. The inside was like a myriad of fragments flying, and every piece was shaped like a real world, hitting the approaching hand back to dust, tearing the swirl apart and breaking down the clear light such that there was no more majestic presence emerging!
"The material of the Flip Heaven Seal is many fragments of the real world of the last era during ancient times. It contains part of Celestial Sky-Supporting Mountain. When the era was destroyed, Heavenly Lord Yuanshi specially collected it and gave it to Heavenly Lord Guangcheng. Because it was too difficult to make, it wasn't able to be a real magic weapon and could only rely on its own weight and specificity harm its enemy. But just this alone was already comparable to most peerless items," Gu Xiaosang's explanation rang in Meng Qi's ears. Her tone was relaxed and she was slightly smiling without showing panic. It seemed like she knew the Luo Sect's arrangement at her fingertips, had full confidence in Meng Qi, and had speculations about the changes.
So the Flip Heaven Seal wasn't a Peerless Heavenly Weapon because its material was too strong, so such Heavenly Lord Guangcheng could not completely refine it.
Many fragments of the real world of the last era...
Coming to a sudden realization, Meng Qi gave up the preparation of activating the Wu'Ji Seal to its fullest and also the idea of recalling the Sea Calming Pearl to block the Celestial Creation Ambassador of the Luo Sect.
Heavenly Lord Guangcheng had awakened?
It seems that there's a reason why Xiaosang chose to resurrect at the point of me attaining the Legendary realm…
After smashing the swirl and breaking the clear light, the Flip Heaven Seal flew up and immediately going to fall again, hitting at the four Celestial Ambassadors of Ceremony, Lamp, Vase, and Curtain Folding without any hesitation or mercy!
Seeing the Flip Heaven Seal approaching in a determined and murderous manner, wanting to crush himself and the other celestial ambassadors, the Celestial Ceremony Ambassador blurted out, "Guangchengzi, how dare you try to kill us?"
"You're bullying the weak!"
His Celestial Creation Ambassador only tried to seize Su Meng without any killing intention, but this Guangchengzi was this unreasonable, trying to kill the four of them!
The Flip Heaven Seal paused for a while, giving off a bantering yet resolute voice:
"After the World of Deification, who doesn't know that the Jade Mirage Palace is best at protecting our own people, seeking revenge for the smallest grievance, and bullying the weak!"
This... Meng Qi felt at a loss for words.
As the voice was being heard, the Flip Heaven Seal came crashing down, determined to kill!
The Wanderer Lamp lit up again, the vase overturned, the scepter flew, and the white lotuses formed a boundary. The four Celestial Ambassadors had used all powers but were smashed by the falling Flip Heaven Seal with its unstoppable momentum!
The power of the Heavenly Lord could be seen from here!
Just as Sha Wujing was being pressed down such that he could barely move but watch helplessly at the approaching Flip Heaven Seal, a golden cudgel suddenly appeared from the void in front of him, hitting the side of the Flip Heaven Seal and putting it to a stop.
At this very moment, a golden-haired giant hand appeared and grabbed Sha Wujing, dragging him out of the area covered by the Flip Heaven Seal.
"Senior!" Sha Wujing's surprised voice echoed as he disappeared.
Grabbing this opportunity, the other three celestial ambassadors conveyed out of the isolated world and escaped.
As for Meng Qi, he was stunned by the words of Heavenly Lord Guangcheng. Also, he didn't wish to anger the Ajati Matriarch for now, hence he didn't stop them.
…
The beautiful picture of the mountains and river fell, and Gao Lan and the Heaven Conferring Platform had no more loopholes. The picture scroll had to be broken in order to take away or destroy the sacrificial altar.
And breaking the picture scroll was equivalent to directly fighting against the core of the real world and the territory of the twenty-seven states. Not to mention whether a Legendary or Creation realm character could completely break the foundation of this region, just the terrifying counter-force was enough to stop the supremes and powerful characters from doing anything rash.
More importantly, the collapse of the core of the real world brought about as a result was very likely to cause a chain reaction, causing the appearance of the end of an era that had not come during the fall of the Heavenly Court, and no one would have any more chance.
As all kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind, the Roc Demon King looked coldly at the majestic Heaven Conferring Platform and Gao Lan before giving a cold snort, "Is this the last reliance?"
"The picture of mountains and rivers isn't unbreakable. As long as one state has taken over and the ruling is dispersed, the corresponding mountain and river would also disappear. After attacking Changle, you will have nothing else to rely on!"
Spreading his wings, he turned to look at the few demonic sages hiding in the dark and said in a deep voice, "Return to your own race, gather powerful experts, attack Zhou, and establish the Heavenly Court of the demonic race!"
The picture of mountains and rivers of the Heaven Conferring Platform relied on the authority of the emperor and corresponded to the various states of the territory. Once the jurisdiction did not belong to the Great Zhou Dynasty, it wouldn't be able to resonate and connect completely. If there was only Changle left in the end, the picture of mountains and rivers could be easily broken!
Maitreya retrieved his palm and the Human Sack, and said smilingly, "Mister Gao, the Buddhist Kingdom will also be appearing on earth."
With this, he and the two great Bodhisattvas, Fahualin and Damiaoxiang disappeared. The White Lotus Buddhist Kingdom that have been preparing for many years was about to stage an uprising!
At this moment, Shaoxuan and Xi'e seemed to be able to see war all around the Great Zhou, and smoke was everywhere.
If the two left the area of the Heaven Conferring Platform, they could just stop two or three demonic race sages, or maybe Fahualin and Damiaoxiang. But how were they able to stop strong enemies the level of Maitreya and the Roc Demon King?
…
The power from the Lifeless Heaven and Void Hometown disappeared, and Kunlun Mountain regained its quietness and tranquility. The frightened Daqinggen looked at the ancient seal in the sky and said in tears, "Master Guangcheng, I've finally waited for your return!"
The feeling was real and seemed to have no pretense.
Meng Qi looked up into the sky, and conveyed immediately to the real Jade Mirage Palace with ancient wells in front of it.
Passing through the darkness and numerous halls, he arrived at the Jade Pure Palace. Before he could step in, he saw the yellow door open, and the Flip Heaven Seal flew in.
After adjusting his clothes, Meng Qi walked into the main hall and saw prayer mats laid on the ground. On the front left sat a Taoist priest with a pale golden face and five long beards His hair and beard were all black, looking like a middle-aged man and showing an extraordinary disposition with the Flip Heaven Seal in his hands.
Meng Qi took a bow and said, "My greetings to you, Heavenly Lord."
When he was adjusting his clothes earlier on, he had thought about how to address him, and which generation of Jade Mirage disciple was he himself considered to be?
If it was about the Principles of Karma, he was the most direct disciple of Heavenly Lord Yuanshi Tianzun, hence should be the second generation. But he also addressed the descendant of Jiang Ziya, Xiaobai, as his master's junior, and Immortal Qingyuan Yang Jian had to call him senior. It was really difficult to judge his position, and he didn't know how to address Guangchengzi.
And at this time, Gu Xiaosang seemed to be in hiding and gave no advice.
After thinking it through, Meng Qi decided to address him as Heavenly Lord, a title that did not involve seniority.
Guangchengzi was a true blue Heavenly Lord of Taoism, and there weren't many with this title!
Even though one would be qualified to be called a Heavenly Lord after entering the Creation realm, but with Yuanshi, Daode, and Lingbao at the top, how would an ordinary Creation realm character dare to self proclaim this title?
Only those who had made great achievements or have great potential among the Creation characters, and had certain hope of achieving Nirvana could be considered as true Heavenly Lords of Taoism.
And Guangchengzi was one of them!
Guangchengzi also seemed to not know how ascertain Meng Qi's seniority, hence he did not say much but pointed to one of the prayer mats, and smiled slightly, "Have a seat."
Meng Qi walked over and sat down cross-legged. With a smile, he said "I didn't expect you to have awakened so fast, Heavenly Lord."
"I was already prepared before going into deep sleep. Moreover, I had only given out a little strength and arrived with the help of the Flip Heaven Seal. Hence, it is still not considered as my original body yet," Guangchengzi said with a warm attitude before giving advice. "The Ajati Matriarch has quite a bit of connections with Jade Mirage, but is also an influential Nirvana character. It's best not to fall out unless there's no other choice."
Meng Qi was a little stunned listening to him. Who was the one who was murderous and all out to kill just now?
Seeing him go blank, Guangchengzi snorted, "With the return of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, would there be no one to save the Celestial Curtain Folding Ambassador?"
"This would not only amplify Jade Mirage's protection of our own people and brazenness so that others would dare to deal with us anymore, but also not fall out with the Ajati Matriarch. It can be considered as having the best of both worlds."
Fuck! Guangchengzi is so scheming... and he could say brazenness with such righteousness that even I cannot match! Meng Qi was a little speechless.
Before he could talk, he saw Guangchengzi look out of the hall, his expression slightly changed as he sighed, "After going through the trial and returning here, I wonder how many of my seniors and juniors are left..."
Meng Qi looked outside the door, and a thought suddenly struck him:
How many more are there who rushed over hearing the bell?


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"!





   Lincoln , Josh and Erica came down to the dinning room after their mom called . "Have a seat" their mom said while gesturing them to a chair.
"Ok mom" Erica said as she sat down . 
    They were all eating  when their door bell rang 
din!! 
" I'll get it" Josh said as he stood up.
"Dad! it's dad" Josh exclaimed.

Erica almost choked at the sound of that.
The next second she was also running towards her father .
"Dad! you are here "
"Of course darling"
 He cleared his throat and said
"But I will be leaving two days
from now" 
      " Can't you stay  a little longer" this time it was mom that spoke 
"Honey you know that is not possible right now."
     After a while the family just sat down and continued their meal .After they were done Josh and Erica went straight to the living room and got themselves busy watching TV.
While Lincoln stared at his phone .
       (The next day at Lincoln's school)
  "How was your weekend" Lincoln's best friend asked.
"well, it was the usual except that my father come unexpectedly."
The two friends chatted for a while before class began .
      "Take your text book and open to page 90"
 flip flip flip flip flip
the sound of books being flipped echoed the classroom. 
 "Well today we will be leaning about che..."
He was interrupted by the door badging open. Sir Jones  excused himself and spoke to the principal .
   After what seems like forever  sir Jones walked inside with a grim "well guys welcome your new class mate  Angle" Sir Jones said with a gloomy voice. A blond hair girl walked in .She was a pretty girl and had an innocent look with green sparkling eyes. Lincoln's mouth opened with shock at Angles beauty.
"wow"he exclaimed .
Henry, Lincoln's best friend saw this and hit lincoln in the back.
"Slow down there" he said while giving Lincoln a mocking smile .
     Angle sat at the seat right infront of Lincoln .(After the bell rang for break) 
    Another girl walked in and to say her beauty out looked Angle's own by ten folds .
She walked to Lincoln and Henry and greeted them 
"Hi I am Wendy and it is nice to meet you" 
This time Lincoln was so shocked by her beauty that he bit his lower lips causing it to bleed. Wendy saw this and pointed to his mouth indicating that he should have a look at his lips. He saw it and quickly excused himself . He went to the washroom and stared at the mirror. Lincoln was shocked to see a pair of fangs and some fang marks on his lower lip . "What the hell is happening to me" He mumbled to him self.
  (At home )
     Lincoln told his mom everything that happened at school .The moment his dad came back from work , Lincoln's mother gave his dad a look that said 'we need to talk '.
Dad understood that and went to the kitchen. After a while dad called Lincoln . Lincoln walked hurriedly into the kitchen (well, who could blame home he was damn curios)
   Dad stared at Lincoln before giving Lincoln's mom a quick glare. "well, there is something that I have to tell you. You are experiencing all of that because , you are a vampire"
Lincoln's mouth parted in shock, he was a vampire. In his mind being a vampire was awesome . His father looked at him and was surprised he wasn't  scared at all, infact he looked very happy and excited. "Hey buddy don't be too excited it has its cons and prons " The smile on Lincoln's face faded .
"What do you mean?" Lincoln said , now look a little scared .
"l mean ,there some disadvantages of being a vampire."


  

A young man grows up not knowing that he is a vampire. He falls in love with a demon vampire's sworn enemy. Tag along and witness the journey of their forbidden love

Looking at Hubr while eating breakfast and feeding Hegla, Blink kept thinking that his nephew had made good progress since he arrived. However, with less than a month before he had to leave Kasgar for his mission to become a wizard, Blink felt he needed to speed along the process of Hubr's development.

Teaching him the palm technique turned out to be a wise decision on his part. With his palm attacks, Hubr held a frightening advantage for as long as he could get close to his opponent. It also helped that none of the other trainees had ever seen someone fight with his palms instead of his fists.

In fact, with the exception of Master Tszarek, no one in Ragha had ever seen a palm strike before.

More importantly, with the palm technique, Hubr's hands that looked somewhat damaged before were slowly recovering.

Blink decided to teach Hubr that day how to use his hands like a hammer. He had analysed that when the hand was clenched into a fist, the fleshy part below the little finger could cause a jarring effect when struck upon the face or chest. Like the palm technique, it would also avoid injuries to Hubr's hands.

Teaching Hubr another way to fight would not actually speed up his development. It would just provide the boy with an alternative during a fight and nothing more.

Blink was, of course, very much aware of this.

What Blink was thinking was somewhere along the way he had progressed in martial arts combat.

When Blink entered the academy six and a half years ago in 1485, he didn't know anybody on the first day. Thus, during their break he went to a spot where he thought no other disciple was headed to. As he was about to take a spot, another boy was also about to take that spot.

That other boy was Flip. It was a very awkward moment for both of them. However, Flip was not about to go back and join the rest. Thus, a friendship was born.

Blink learned later on, that Flip seemed to suffer from a very low self-esteem. Aside from losing almost every single time during sparring before Blink came along, he also lived a very sad life. 

Flip lost both his parents within the same year when he was only five years old. His mother died due to an accident while his father, in his insurmountable grief, killed himself just two months later. Flip was taken in by an aunt who treated him worse than a servant and made him feel like he was such a grave burden to her. In fact, Flip was almost sold as a slave by this very aunt.

If Flip had not taken the chance to sneak off and try his luck during the recruitment conducted by one of the senior disciples in their town, Flip would have really ended up as a slave.

Blink and Flip helped each other out during the former's first few months at the academy. Later on, with Blink's unprecedented growth in martial arts training, the helping relationship became a one-way traffic, with Flip always needing Blink's help.

However, Blink did not begrudge him any of that. Blink was very much aware that without Flip, he would not have made the kind of progress he was able to achieve. In Flip he had a game and willing sparring partner who practiced with him daily, thus speeding up his progress. Flip made some progress too, but not as much as Blink did.

Recalling all that, Blink came to a decision to take in another student who could serve as Hubr's sparring partner. And as it happens, he had just one particular student in mind.

For that day, Blink decided to help Senior Brother Gart with the training of the trainees in the morning.

Blink had two objectives at the time. First, he wanted to test if his assessment of the boy was on point. He would pair the boy up with a ten-year old during sparring to prove this. Secondly, after proving his assessment to be right, he would speak to the boy's father and make subtle hints of his plans for the latter's son.

The boy's name was Zugr. He was a skinny eight-year old who impressed Blink with his subtlety and even more so by his ability to adapt to a developing situation. Those were stuff that could not be taught. More so, it was already a shocking thing in itself that an eight-year old possessed such qualities.

When the morning session had ended, Blink approached Zugr's father and casually told him to see him after the next day's training.

"I have a lot of interest in your son's progress," was all Blink told him.

That afternoon Blink told Hubr that they were not doing any training and would go out for a stroll instead.

Naturally, Hubr was very disappointed. To him, anything not related to martial arts training was just a waste of his time. He was getting better and better each day under his Nangku Kraszad's guidance and wanted to take advantage of every single day while he had yet to set out on his mission.

Seeing the hesitant look on his nephew's face, Blink encouraged him to speak his mind.

After some hesitation, and a few more encouragement from Blink, Hubr finally expressed his thoughts.

"It's not that I don't want to accompany you for a stroll, Nangku," he said in earnest. "I just think that the time spent on going on a stroll would be better spent practicing instead."

Blink smiled at the boy's persistence. He was just like him. When he began his martial arts training, he also didn't want to do anything besides practice, practice and practice some more.

"There is much to learn from everything around us that you could not possibly learn by isolating yourself for training," Blink explained.

"Maybe, but they have nothing to do with martial arts," Hubr retorted.

"Martial arts is in everything around us," Blink corrected him. "It's in the motion of the wind, the flow of water in a river, or the simple act of hoisting and carrying a sack of rice over your head."

Blink looked at his nephew who now looked rather cute with his brows furrowed in puzzlement.

"I don't understand what you meant just now, Nangku," he said.

"You don't understand yet," Blink said emphasizing the last word.

"I'm sure I would understand those things by practicing my martial arts techniques," Hubr concluded.

Blink had to smile at his nephew's insistence.

"Your understanding of martial arts right now is very narrow," Blink stated gently. "And if you keep on like this, your martial arts will turn out to be well-honed but very shallow."

Once again Hubr looked like his uncle was talking in riddles.

Blink tried his best to explain an important principle he had gained along his martial arts journey.

"In your lonely journey towards martial arts excellence, you'll need a thousand and one enlightenments. Practice is not always the best method to gain enlightenment even though it is the best way to hone the products of your enlightenment."

Obviously, with such a profound explanation, Hubr could only scratch his head.

Blink was stomped. He wanted to convince his nephew that there are a lot of other ways to understand martial arts, but he realized that Hubr was simply too young to even understand his words.

In the end, he simply said: "All right, no more talk. Let's just go on a stroll right now!"

Hubr obediently followed his uncle and didn't utter a single word in complaint.

As they were walking back a strong wind blew and shook the leaves of a tree in front of them.

"Look at that tree," Blink pointed out to Hubr. "Look at how its leaves sway along with the wind instead of stubbornly resisting."

"Is this related to martial arts, Nangku," Hubr said.

"It could be."

Hubr had an uncomprehending look on his face.

"The wind is like a force that is impossible to resist and the leaves could be a martial artist whose power is inferior to resist such a force with his own force."

"I'm sorry, Nangku, but I can't understand."

"You can't understand yet. You must always think on those terms. Just because you cannot understand something today does not mean that you won't be able to understand it tomorrow."

Looking at his nephew's blank expression, Blink sighed and shook his head. He had just realized that he was talking to a seven-year old child of things that maybe even a young man his age might not necessarily understand.

"All right, let's go home," he declared.

Hubr was only too happy to oblige.

In the large common room of their house, which served as the practice area for Hubr, Blink made his nephew demonstrate the two movements of the palm technique he had taught Hubr. He noted a number of minor mistakes that he asked Hubr to correct anyway.

After three rounds of demonstration, Blink asked his nephew to block his punch with an open palm. Blink controlled the punch, but the boy was still pushed backward by several steps.

"That is called resisting force with force. It doesn't work, right?"

Next, he asked Hubr to block the punch by slapping his hand sideways. Blink's arm got redirected and did not connect to its target.

"That is called redirecting the force. It works, right?"

Hubr nodded his head.

"Think about it. I am the stronger force. When you tried to directly resist my force with your own force, you got pushed back. In a real fight, that would have sent you in a lot of trouble. But when you redirected my force with a slapping palm block, you were able to create an opening. Utilizing the moves from the second movement of the palm technique, you could easily have struck me right after the block."

With that, Blink went over the practical application of the second movement of the palm technique in a real fight.

Somehow Blink realized that he needed to give a name to the first and second movement of his palm technique. In fact, even the palm technique should also have a name.

Although it was Blink's plan to teach Hubr the Hammer Fist technique, he realized that he actually had just created it in his mind that very morning. As such he needed to give it form and formulate a set of movements to help Hubr to absorb the technique. 

After training Hubr, Blink walked towards the training center for his sparring sessions with Senior Brother Gart.

While they sparred, he asked the Kasgar martial arts instructor if he would not mind should he take in another student besides his nephew. Blink was sure Senior Brother Gart would not take issue with him training Hubr as he was his nephew, but he might take exception if he were to accept Zugr as his student when he was training under Senior Brother Gart.

The senior disciple assured Blink that he could take as many students as he wanted for as long as they would still report to him at the training center.

With the matter settled, the two disciples from the first two classes of the Ragha Martial Arts Academy happily sparred to their heart's content until they were too tired to go on.

Due to his lack of talent in martial arts, Blink is forced to leave the academy that has nurtured him and gave him the happiest moments of his life. But this cruel twist of fate leads him to a perilous journey that gains him not only strength but, more importantly, a sense of purpose.

Along the way, he discovers the beauty of friendship, the joy of belongingness and the absurdities of love. For a warrior whose fate it is to decide the destiny of the world he knows, these are the only things worth giving his life for.

"Welcome to Livonia!"

"What a welcoming sign." Markus retorted at the burned, half slanted sign that was clearly made of plastic. 

"Are we really going to enter this town with the same attitude you had when we left our old one?!" Beth questioned in her best "I'm your mom, but also your wife" voice.

"I don't understand why you think we need to continue to move everytime someone glances suspiciously in your direction! Why can't we just settle down somewhere, far away from civilization so we can finally raise a family? Isn't that what you want?" Marcus begins to feel agitated as he reaches for the medicine bag in the console of his car. "Can you help find my 'angry boys' as you love to call them?"

"Here, haha, it's still so funny to hear you call your medication that. Look I don't want to....

'Angry car squeals, and a sudden BOOM.'

The vehicle is airborne out of nowhere.

"Flip 1, Flip 2, Flip 3 looks like I still have the flipping title, ha, and you thought you could beat my high score." The shady man behind the sign said to the now gloomy, slightly smaller girl next to him.

"You are such a show off, how is anyone supposed to beat a 7 flip record, when it was caused by a tiny Mazda, idiot." The short girl growls back, with her bright pink pigtails bouncing as she nods her head angrily. 

"Your always so cute when your mad, I guess I just can't help but pick at you 'munchkin'. The man responds while giving a slight tug to her hair.

"Whatever, jerk, let's just get back to town before we get caught for this mess. I don't want to be locked up again." the short girl starts walking back toward town while showing her tongue to the man.

"Hey, wait up, Kaitlyn. I don't want to get left out here by myself, what if they survived and want help. I can't be responsible for that kind of trouble." The man dashes off after Kaitlyn in a hurry.

Jason POV
I was late to the pool. My sister, Thalia, kept going off about wanting to come with me, but I knew that Percy didn't want too many people there.
It was his first time swimming again, so I understood. 
As soon as I walked into the pool room, I noticed that Percy was in the pool already. Coach Hedge was watching closely. 
Leo and Frank were on either end of the lane. 
"Hey, Percy, you're back in your domain," I said brightly. 
He turned around with a smile. He was treading water in the deep end with Frank. 
"It feels great, bro," he cheered. 
"Did you actually swim, yet?" I asked. 
"He's just about to," Coach Hedge said firmly. 
Percy nodded as he used his hands to measure the width of the lane. In swimming competitions, it was one swimmer per lane, so he'd have plenty of room to swim straight. 
Then, Percy lined himself on the wall at the end of the lane. 
His hands and touch were saving Percy right now. He was rightfully relying heavily on his sense of touch to map out the lane and the pool. 
"All right, Percy, you've been swimming in competition all of your life. You know how to swim straight, and that's all that matters now," Coach Hedge said. 
Percy nodded. 
His feet and one hand were against the wall. His other hand was outstretched in the direction that he'd push off towards. 
"All right, Percy. Move your hand slightly to the left," Coach Hedge said. 
Frank and I both nodded at the suggestion. Currently, his arm was slightly slanted. Percy adjusted his arm quickly.
Now, his arm was perfectly in line with the lane. 
"Whenever you're ready, Percy. Also, stop when your reach Leo," Coach Hedge said. 
While Coach Hedge's face rarely showed any emotions other than toughness. Today, he seemed a little bit optimistic. I could tell that he was happy as a coach today. 
Percy took a breath before pushing off of the wall. 
Watching Percy swim was fantastic because he was that good. He initially glided through the water before starting a freestyle swim. 
Percy swam in a good straight line, and he reached Leo in a matter of seconds. 
Percy was fast and powerful in the water, and he was only warming up right now. I've seen him go faster before. 
"Great work, Jackson," Coach Hedge barked as we walked to that side of the pool. 
Percy was standing in the shallow end with Leo. Leo was rubbing his stomach after Percy's arm collided against him. 
Percy, one of my best friends, was smiling brightly. 
"All right, let's keep it going, Jackson. This isn't a tea party," Coach Hedge announced firmly. 
I spent over an hour watching Percy swim. Leo and Frank caught him on either end of the pool, and Percy's times were pretty good for not swimming in months. 
We all knew that he could do better with some practice. 
Right now, Percy was only swimming blind, but you didn't need your vision to simply swim. I knew that the hard part was coming up in the next few practices. 
"Jason, do you have any suggestions for how to handle the edges?" Coach asked. 
"Err, no sir," I said earnestly.
During the competition, Percy wasn't allowed to have other teammates in his lane, obviously. We'd have to figure out how Percy can do his flip turns at the right time. 
The standard races were 100m swims in various strokes. A 100m swim required that Percy swam through four lengths of the pool in one go. This was an easy feat for Percy. The problem was that he had to do a flip turn at the right time. 
"Percy is going to have to know when to flip turn based on his timing. He's going to have to memorize the number of strokes/time it takes to cross the length of the pool," Coach Hedge said. 
I nodded in understanding. 
No one could signal Percy when to turn. He'd have to know on his own. 
I watched my friend swimming through the water. He was an amazing swimmer. His times were pretty fast even after taken a months-long break. With a few practices, his timing would come back to normal (very competitive) levels. 
However, he has to do flip turns to succeed and keep those times.  
That was the hard part. 
***
Luke POV
I watched as Percy Jackson did laps in the Goode High pool. 
Percy had been doing private practices with Coach Hedge all week, and he was honestly getting back his swimming skills. 
Currently, I was the best swimmer at Goode High. I had been ever since Percy Jackson lost his eyesight and had to quit swimming. 
However, Percy was back now. 
He was a very good swimmer and an even better competitor. He was the best swimmer in our town, and I didn't really like it. 
Even blind, Percy's times were very competitive. Given a few more practices and time to figure out the flip turns, his times would practically be back to what they used to be. 
Percy Jackson would be the unreachable best swimmer again. 
I quickly walked away from the pool windows. 
I knew that I should be happy for him, but I didn't want to be second best anymore. I had gotten a taste of glory, and I wanted to keep it. 
I quickly stormed towards the athletic director's office. 
"Ares, are you actually going to let a blind individual compete and swim on the team?" I asked as I entered his room. 
"Luke Castellan, you better have a damn good reason for just barging into my room," he replied scarily. Ares could be scary and tough, but I didn't care. 
"You are the athletic director, and you're allowing a blind guy to be on the swim team," I snapped. 
"You've got a nerve boy," Ares said dangerously.
"I know how to handle situations to get what I want," I said back. 
Ares sighed as he gestured towards a seat. 
"I am just as unhappy as you are to let Percy Jackson swim and compete. However, there is nothing I can do to stop it right now," Ares said boldly. 
"I am the best swimmer of Goode High, and I want to stay that way," I said aggressively. 
Ares simply chuckled. 
"You're only the best when Jackson isn't there. I suggest you get used to that. The only way that I can do something is if Jackson messes up somehow," Ares said. 
I simply stared at Ares. He was correct. 
Ares leaned forward onto the desk. His elbows rested on the top. The tattoos on his large arms bulged as his body flexed. 
I internally gulped even though I remained stable on the outside. 
"I tell you what. Keep your eyes on Jackson. If you see anything that can be used against him, you tell me. For example, if he gets hurt because of being blind while swimming, I need to know. That's the only way that I can help you, boy," Ares explained. 
I nodded firmly. 
I could certainly do that. 
After all, Percy Jackson was blind. Because of his disability and liability, Jackson would have to mess up at some point. 
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Annabeth POV

"Percy, your hair is freaking soaking. Why couldn't you dry it?" I asked loudly as I watched Percy walk out of the school. 
His walking stick was bouncing in front of him as he followed my voice. 
"Wise Girl, really, you could've just signaled me over to your car with a honk rather than yelling at me about my hair," Percy said as he approached. 
"You're literally soaking your shirt," I said with a laugh. 
Percy fixed his path as he continued walking towards me. He stopped a few steps away. 
I did admit that Percy looked good with wet hair, but it was too wet today. He was literally soaking his shirt and backpack. 
Percy sighed as he reached for the car door. 
Instead, his hand hit my waist. Percy's face reddened as he retracted his hand. 
"Err, Wise Girl, I'm sorry," he said. 
"It's fine, Seaweed Brain," I said as I fixed my shirt. "But, I'm not letting you into my car with soaking hair."
I tried to ignore the sensations of his touch against my waist. 
"Oh, come on, Wise Girl." 
"No, take out your towel," I said firmly.
He sighed as he dropped his bags on the ground. He quickly took out the towel from his swim bag and lazily started to rub his hair. 
"Oh my god, you're so lazy and stubborn. Give me the towel," I said chuckling. 
I grabbed the towel from him while guiding him to sit against the hood of my silver car. 
"Stop grinning, Seaweed Brain," I said. 
The towel covered his head as I dried his hair softly. Percy had smooth hair. After a few minutes of talking with a towel separating us, I was done drying his hair. 
"See. Now, was that so hard?" I asked softly as I pulled the towel away. 
I didn't realize how physically close we were. Percy was breathing heavily. I could feel it against my chest because we were only inches away from each other. 
Percy had such attractive, sparkling sea-green eyes. 
It was such a shame that he couldn't see through them. However, it was a gift that everyone else could see his eyes. 
For a few seconds, we just stayed there very close to each other. 
My hand came up and gently brushed against his cheek. I wasn't sure about my feelings for Percy, but I really wanted to kiss him at the moment. 
Percy moved away, suddenly. 
I immediately felt the absence of his warmth. 
Percy's head stayed downcast as he gripped his walking stick tightly. I could see the turmoil and pain in his eyes and face. I didn't get it. 
"Um, we should get going, Wise Girl. Right?" he asked softly. 
"Yeah," I said softly. "Our friends are already waiting for us at Demeter's cafe."
The car ride was awkward. We both knew what had happened. We were about to have a moment, and it was shattered because Percy pulled away. I didn't understand why.
Did he really not like me like that?

Percy Jackson is the beloved star swimmer of Goode High. The school's football team and Percy's swimming success have put his rural town on the map. Percy's life was close to perfect. 

However, a freak accident was all it took to destroy everything. Percy permanently loses his eyesight, and his life changes forever. 

Now, Percy's not sure of anything anymore. His future, swimming, girlfriend, and even some of his friends are gone now. Not to mention his vision. Can he swim again? Can he love? Can Annabeth, his family, and his friends help Percy put his life back together?

I turn to look for Rune and feel my world spin. I lift my hand up to my spinning head and try my best to stop the spinning but it doesn't help. I slightly shake my head and feel Fig nearly lose his grip. "Are you okay?" I ask holding Fig up. 

"Everything is spinning.." Fig says holding my hand. I frown and wonder why him and I are both dizzy. I pick him up and slip him into the front of my dress and say "I know this isn't ideal but I need to put you in here so I don't lose you." He grunts but agrees.

I grit my teeth and steady myself the best I can. When I catch sight of Rune and Ryder I take off running. I dodge in-between the mass groups of fae fighting to the death and try my best not to think about what I see and step on from time to time. I'm pretty sure that was someone's head... Don't think about it, don't think about it..

I finally get clear and take off at full speed. I'm half way to Rune when something hits me from behind and I'm suddenly lifted up by my shoulders. My stomach flips at the speed. I twist around to find a large and fierce dragon carrying me. 

I look back down and find my world spinning again. Though I don't know if it's from my head or the height we're at. I look back up to the dragon and find it looking back at me. For a second I thought it might have wanted to eat me but I quickly dismiss the idea.

I see quite a few dark fae riding dragons so I assume they're on our side... Why had it picked me up? "Umm... nice dragon... Can you please put me down?" I say with a forced smile. The dragon snorts and lifts me higher turning towards the castle.

"No, no, no! Wrong way! I need to go back the other way!" I yell but the dragon seems to be completely ignoring me now. I think about struggling but I don't want to end up as a pancake. Every time I try to use my powers I'm hit with another dizzy spell.

So I decide to try again "You stupid overgrown, flying lizard!!! Put me down!!" I yell and I suddenly find myself falling. I try to use my powers only to find myself becoming dizzier and a splitting headache hits me. I flip around a few time before I level out and look down at the fast approaching ground. Well... I guess he gave me exactly what I asked for..

My stomach was doing summersaults and I would totally be screaming if I wasn't holding my breath. As I get so close, I can see all the gory details of the battle I'm suddenly snatched up again. My stomach flips again at the speed and I'm pretty sure I'd be throwing up if I had anything in my stomach...

I look back up at the dragon with a glare and find the thing smirking! Smirking! My glare intensifies but I keep my mouth shut. I was a quick learner.. No need to piss the big dragon off again. As soon as he puts me down I'll just make my way back. My stomach starts to flip again as it suddenly dives down behind the castle wall.

I squeeze my eyes shut as the ground below comes rushing up to me at a neck breaking speed. The dragon suddenly drops me right above the ground and I come to a rolling stop. I flip myself over and on my back panting. "Are you okay?" I ask reaching for Fig and he weakly pops his head out and nods.

I frown and look him over. I don't feel well but that's because of everything that's happened lately.. Was he connected to my power? Didn't he say something about that when we first met? What does that mean for him? Would I hurt him if I keep using my powers? My frown grows as he closes his eyes and lies down on my chest. "Fig?" I ask in concern and my heart drops when he doesn't answer.

Syn is just your normal DJ at a night club enjoying life until she lands herself in another world with no idea why or how. Even if the new world is magical and the supernaturals are beyond hot... She needs to find a way to return and fast!

PLEASE NOTE: The first installment/book is free.
The second installment/book will take place and can be read as a stand-alone or a continuation. 
YOU DON'T HAVE TO READ BOTH BOOKS BUT YOU WON'T BE DISAPPOINTED IF YOU DO ^^

The second book starts at Chapter 131

Willow is comfortable in her life and in her world but when her familiar demands an adventure and runs off, she can't just turn a blind eye and leave him. She follows him and demands they go back but what happens when the portal is gone!? Does this mean she's stuck in this new world!?

This new world is unlike her old world, they have power but it's different from her magic! They call it cultivating and gradually they become stronger but when they call her trash, she decides to unleash her Magic to set them all straight! Only... by her doing that, she attracts the attention of very powerful people and dangerous men who wish to claim her and tame her as their own. 

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          "They say energy works in mysterious ways. As it turns out, the infamous theory of relativity was just that, a theory, and the theory was just that, relative."
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        The world has reached a tipping point. Up is still up, and down is still down, but with one mind-bending alteration - Up becomes down twice as quickly for anything sunlight touches. Scientists have come to the conclusion that this phenomenon applies to every playing piece in this game of life, ranging from distant planets, to the grass around people's feet. A simple portrayal that was broadcast to the entire world soon after the "Flip" occurred in the laws of physics was the Sidewalk Observation.

          "Two gentlemen are walking to work. One gentleman walks on the sunny side of the street, and the other in the shade. Walking at the same exact pace, the gentleman on the shady sidewalk observes the gentleman on the sunny sidewalk traveling twice as quickly, whilst the gentleman on the sunny sidewalk observes the gentleman on the shady sidewalk traveling twice as slowly. Both gentlemen observe themselves like ever before."

          Observation is relative. Make no mistake, the gentleman "crimson-lit" by the sunlight arrives at work twice as quickly as the gentleman in the shade, despite walking the same speed. Like a toll road, a price is paid by people who step into sunlight, with a currency of incomparable value -- Time. These people are called Crimsons. The people who choose to avoid the sunlight, and live life at the constant pace it used to be are called Shrouds.

          A Crimson ages twice as quickly as a Shroud, as time occurs twice as quickly in the presence of the sun for the matter their organic building blocks are designed from. A troubling choice is made numerous times a day by any person going from one place to another during daylight hours, but as the sun lays down on the horizon, balance is restored for a brief period of time, as it removes the option to become or remain a Crimson.

          Though anything can become a Crimson, not all matter can make the conscious decision to step into sunlight. Building exteriors degrade at an increased rate when the sun's altered energy shines down, causing subtle, yet inevitable issues with infrastructure. In the few days (for some) since the Flip, windows have been temporarily boarded up or tinted as per government orders to keep the integrity of any given building's contents and inhabitants safe from unnecessary aging. Most housing is masquerading as a make-shift vampire bunker. Foliage grows faster now, too, causing civil areas to have a hint of abandonment, despite the same level of upkeep from before the Flip occurred. Making civilians work 8 hour days as the sun shines down on them is now an ethical toss-up in most parts of the world, but there are no government restrictions set in stone.

          The first day of the Flip was the most demoralizing for the human race, though, and the unforeseen issues and general tragedies caused by the sun's new unfathomable behavior began to stack. The accommodations simply did not exist for simple tasks, such as driving a vehicle. Human error was at an all-time high as speed limits became a relative term. Traffic lights, as little as they were obeyed before the Flip, are an enigma to the average citizen now. A car's engine is in the shade, while the tires are Crimson in the sunlight, causing catastrophic failure. For this reason, amongst watching out for pedestrians with lower reaction times, and the exponential increase in fossil fuel emissions, Government mandate dictates that all vehicular activity be completed after sunset and before sunrise until further notice. Entire airlines were grounded due to de-sync between tower operators and pilots, but not before several collisions occurred at cruising altitude.

          The economy ceased to exist, as people were too scared to leave their house. The news anchors that happened to show up to work reported the event, comparing it to an invisible hurricane, and periodically replaying the "Sidewalk Observation" for those who may have missed it. Misinformation was widespread, as half of the world was in the dark when the Flip occurred, but the shear amount of video evidence posted online was enough to gain the attention of other countries. The societies that had a handful of hours to prepare did the best at preventing casualties, but no matter how many times the "Sidewalk Observation" was broadcast, there was trouble yet to come.

          As the first daytime curfew in American history was enacted the next day, backlash was widespread. People were scared to lose the freedom that they themselves were scared to use. It wasn't until society started to grasp the concept of the Flip that people began to search for some sort of resemblance to what it had been like prior to the Flip. After three days, consensus of the world arrived that this reality is not temporary, and strides were made towards understanding. Not so much how the Flip occurred, or why, but what the world should do now, and how to adapt to the new universal system. Some of the population is in the business of becoming Crimson in order to complete more errands in a single day, or profit from doubled human and electronic efficiency, while others are dead-set on preserving every drop of time they can by staying a Shroud. Many live the best of both worlds. Hopping in and out of the sun freely as if its new laws of physics don't apply, people have all but mastered the art of accommodation for being a Crimson or a Shroud on the fly.

          See, from a lone perspective, a person is swimming in the ocean. The ocean in this case is thousands of moving parts consisting of people, animals, and other urban activities that a person wades in, but the wading is simple. As soon as that person "swims" into the sunlight and become a Crimson, or into the shadows to become a Shroud, it's a riptide, and learning to normalize the feeling of that transition is something that not many enjoy doing. A select few with serious health conditions have immediately died on the spot. Cardiac arrest, organs bursting, pretty terrible stuff. The brief moment where half of your body is Crimson in the light and half is Shroud in the dark assuredly comes with all sorts of long-term health defects, but in the weeks since the Flip, many institutions have shown that withstanding the riptide is possible, and most likely. Though, there are many Shrouds still too scared to make that weighted coin toss.

          Half of the planet realizes the inevitable political and economic rift on a grand scale. Impartially, Earth does this thing where it spins, approximately one time every day. This leaves one side of the planet Crimson, while the other side is shrouded in darkness. As far as scientists are concerned, there isn't enough evidence to suggest that there are any geological abnormalities detrimental to our existence caused by the sun's new effects, and the Crimson side seems to cancel out the effects of the Shroud side. Mostly. Outside of incredibly terrifying waves in the ocean further isolating one country from another, and increasing death tolls in coastal civilizations due to abnormal mega-flooding, the immediate concern being broadcasted in the media is half of the planet's civilization being able to time travel while the other half is forced to live in the shadows. Nothing has come of it so far, as our time being Crimson is relatively equal, but tensions are increasingly dangerous. Despite the constant riptide on the earth as a whole, I think the world is at a stand-still for now, as the majority is surprised we've made it this long with the new laws that the universe forced us to abide by, or the new laws of our individual governments. Besides, the other half of the planet is concerned with trivial issues, like deciding if sun tanning is worth it anymore, or agreeing on a cohesive conclusion about just how quickly ice-cream melts in the sun. Any science used to explain these phenomenons is just theory, and people have a difficult time believing in those anymore.

          On the fourth day, a fast knock repeated on a bedroom window. Thinking it was all a dream, as most people had hoped for, the boy looked at his clock ticking away on the wall; 7 in the morning. The universally accepted "time" was time relative to a Shroud, meaning in line with how time worked before the Flip, making it necessary to keep mechanical clocks out of the sunlight out of fear that they'll need to be constantly readjusted. It took another quick knock at the window for the boy to throw the sheets off and swivel out of bed. Wearing nothing but sweats and socks, he walked slower than a Shroud is known for due to fatigue, and made his way to the bedroom window. "Ace!" whispered another boy silhouetted through the plastered-on newspapers used to keep the sunlight from penetrating the window. "I know you're in there buddy," and with a slightly amplified tone, "your pack is still laying in your lawn!"

          After slipping on running shoes in the dark, Ace began to peel layers of plaster off the glass to see his best friend outside. "Keep your voice down Bax, you know how my mom is about me going out during the day." Peeling the last few bits of plaster off needed to unlock his window, he caught glimpses of the Crimson world outside, and his friend pacing back and forth at a doubled speed. This is the first time he'd seen Baxter since the Flip occurred -- nearly the longest they've gone without seeing each other since Bax landed himself a girlfriend last year during summer break after middle school ended. Their record-time apart is debatable, though, as Baxter has been Crimson in the sunlight plenty since the Flip occurred, while Ace has been locked inside his run-down home as a Shroud for most of his experience. What felt like four days for Baxter felt like three days for Ace. An interesting, yet fleeting revelation that both boys had come to before focusing once more on each other's silhouettes through Ace's bedroom window.

          They work together, they hang together, and their circle of friends is more like a triangle. Ace knew he'd stop by sooner rather than later because Bax's dad split long before our physics did, and his mom is has been swamped with her work downtown. Ace has been stuck in a dysfunctional neighborhood, where his parents prefer that the family stick together during this time until this whole thing blows over. Never one to disappoint, he'd still prefer to sneak out or lie, rather than stay locked inside. His parent's sleep schedule is out of wack, which helps, because daytime doesn't really exist for them, so he has yet to be caught leaving the house.

          With a soft scrape, Ace opened the window. Ambient light from the morning sun poured into his bedroom, blanketing his whole body. He was focused on the pair of birds darting by, the tall oak tree in his yard dropping its leaves as if they weren't weightless anymore, and a glimpse of a stray, white dog across the street with movement that had an animatronic quality to it. After a few seconds, that focus was replaced by the churning in his stomach, similar to the drop of a roller coaster. As the fleeting feeling of the riptide ended, Ace became Crimson. He climbed out of the window, shutting it slowly behind him. Stretching in an attempt to ready himself for the busy day to come, he turns around to face his friend. Ace looks at Baxter for a brief moment, and they both grin uncontrollably, followed by a short hug, ending with a couple pats on the back.

          Baxter steps back with a concerning look. "You smell like shit, buddy, and you look worse." Ace hasn't had running water since the Flip, alike much of the lower-end neighborhoods. County officials say they're working on it, but obviously aren't as fixated as they are with the wealthier areas where Baxter lives. Handing him a delivery shirt that matches his own, "Put this on, it'll mask your sad stench with a healthy dose of outdated style." Ace slips on the ugly, white t-shirt that his friend pulled out of his backpack. It has a small, green logo; winged Hermes shoes. Combing his fingers through his messy, brown hair, which looked darker than usual with grease, Ace looks to Baxter. "You'll smell just like me, soon enough. I hope we make bank today, I need to get out of this junk yard."

          They both liked their job, but Baxter has had a rough time with the increased demand, and he's made a lot more solo runs recently because of Ace's lack of freedom. Considering they make their share from gratuity, the increased demand hasn't bothered Ace, and he enjoys running. Bundle Boosters was a high-school gig that paid their way, but was always supposed to be a stepping stone to something new. An environmental-friendly app that hired people to run items from one address to another. Sugar, toilet paper, and other small things neighbors wanted to borrow. It'd always been a terrible business model, but the tips were way better than other delivery services because the customers always felt bad for the kids having to run all day instead of drive. Even riding a bike "ruins the image of the brand" according to corporate. This stepping stone had them running in circles for the last 3 years. Fortunately, when half of the city is scared to step into the sunlight, or can't drive during the day, Bundle Boosters proved to be a gold mine.

          Ace raised his brows, "You got new ones without me?" Baxter finished tying his red running shoes with a sarcastic grin, "Hey, I've worked the last two days, I didn't get vacation time because I live in the ghetto. Besides, after today, you'll be able to afford a new pair, and probably a new backpack, too." Ace snuck around his house, sure to duck under his parent's bedroom window. He reached the front porch where a hollow, musty backpack was lumped over on the steps. Impulsively, he gave it a whiff, and pretended not to gag, "My pack is fine." Pausing only to wipe his watering eyes, "This job is supposed to be good for the environment, right? I should get a bonus for carrying around a safe habitat for whatever is growing in here." Ace zips his backpack shut, and they both look at each other. For a brief moment, they have a combined sense that maybe there's a chance that this isn't the end of the world. That, so far, they're better off being Crimson.

          Baxter gets a Bundle Booster notification on his phone. The stray dog across the street perks his hears and looks in their direction, panting in the sun. With its dirty white fur and a wagging tail, it no longer has the animatronic movement from Ace's previous perspective in his bedroom as a Shroud. The boys approach the dog, and after some much-needed petting, they both start running East towards the big city. Exchanging friendly banter, they run underneath a bypass, historically designed to separate the rich downtown areas from Ace's neighborhood. The dog looks back down at the spilt trash as their banter fades in the distance. The dog, confused, perks back up as the boys' banter returns in volume, despite them running further away. As the duo disappears from site around the block, the dog forfeits his attention to the sidewalk trash once more. Rummaging through some rotten food and crumpled, wet paper, the dog starts sniffing the source of the audio. A handheld, low-volume device broadcasting the current banter between Ace and Baxter, who are nowhere nearby.

A group of friends find their calling in a world in which an unusual flip in the laws of physics occurs. Since the Flip, time occurs twice as quickly for anything sunlight touches. From corporate and political rifts, to environmental changes and social divides, life only resembles what it used to be after the sun goes down.

‘Honest Qi’s Provision Shop’ were the few words displayed. If one did not focus enough to see the words, he might not be able to see it.

An elder with a messy beard was at the corner of the shop hammering something. As Mo Wuji walked in, he lifted his head and grinned at Mo Wuji showing a mouth full of black teeth.

Mo Wuji lifted his head to scan the surroundings. He could not tell whether the things hanging all over the walls were spiritual or magic equipments. The dusky lighting was not helping the cause.

Other than these, there was a cabinet filled with holes which contained a few old porcelain vases of which Mo Wuji had no idea whether it was used to hold medicinal pills or anything other items.

The more ridiculous thing was that at the bottom shelf of this cabinet, there were over ten dried spiritual herbs which were all covered in dust. This method of preserving the spiritual herbs was evidently ruining it.

Mo Wuji rubbed his forehead a few times as he suspected that the shop assistant was being ungrateful after accepting his six Earth Yuan pills. Mo Wuji could not believe that he was brought here and to think the shop assistant still mentioned that the items here at Honest Qi’s Provision Shop were the most authentic.

Elder suddenly spoke, "Feel free to look around. If you see anything you’re interested in, I will give you a discount for it."

Mo Wuji was speechless as he took a step back. Just as he was preparing to leave this shop, he suddenly realised something at the corner of his eyes. His eyes fell once again on the dried spiritual herbs placed on the lowest shelf of the cabinet. A spiritual herb that looked like a stick attracted his attention.

Even though it was dried up, the aura emitted from the spiritual herb felt very familiar.

Mo Wiji recognised what it was in no time. It was the rhizome of the Purple Jade Toad Lotus which he had many of it with him.

The Purple Jade Toad Lotus was a Tier 7 spiritual herb and it was very rare. Mo Wuji knew very clearly why he was able to open 99 meridians. It was mainly because of the effectiveness of his channel opening solution. If he did not have the Purple Jade Toad Lotus strips and continued using the Treasured Blood Lotus strips, would he still have been able to open 99 meridians?

It was recorded in Mo Xue’s <Land-based Spiritual Herbs> that the Purple Jade Toad Lotus was the best spiritual ingredient for spirit channel opening and recovery purposes. This was a treasure every cultivator yearned for and yet it was treated like trash being thrown to the bottom of the cabinet by this elder.

Mo Wuji forcefully controlled himself from using his spiritual energy to look around. If that was truly the rhizome of the Purple Jade Toad Lotus, then this Honest Qi was definitely not honest. Things could go really wrong if he were to find out about Mo Wuji’s spiritual will.

He withdrew his step backwards as he scanned through all four directions once again.

Only after a while did he feign hesitation to ask, "Shopkeeper Qi, I want to visit the Lost Sky Ruins but because of my low ability, I would like to purchase some items which could increase my chances of survival there. However, I really cannot see anything good here…"

Honest Qi supported his knee as he struggled to stand up before chuckling at Mo Wuji. He casually took out a locker from the cabinet filled with holes. The moment the locker was pulled out, the surrounding was suffused with dust.

Honest Qi had no reaction as he retrieved a vase of medicinal pills from the locker before saying, "This is the most powerful antidote pill. There are poisons everywhere in the Lost Sky Ruins and only my antidote pill would be able to detoxify the poison. The price is 260,000 Earth grade spirit stones."

Mo Wuji breathed in a mouthful of cold air as he was wondering why would he spend 260,000 Earth grade spirit stones to purchase an antidote pill when he had a lot of it with him? It was not as if he was crazy.

Honest Qi took out a piece of torn paper from yet another locker the moment he finished his sentence, "This is the most powerful Group Assault Talisman I have here and you can lock your target and finish any opponent with it, no matter how strong he is. This only costs 310,000 Earth grade spirit stones…"

310,000 Earth grade spirit stones is cheaper than 260,000 Earth grade spirit stones?

Just as Honest Qi was about to open yet another locker, Mo Wuji hurried to stop him before saying, "Shopkeeper Qi, I have my own antidote pills and I doubt I can get used to using a talisman. I was actually wondering if you have any map of the Lost Sky Ruins or rather… the general location of the place where they produce the treasured spiritual objects in the Lost Sky Ruins itself…"

"I have this too, hold on…" Honest Qi kept taking out lockers after lockers from the cabinet to check.

Mo Wuji would never have known that there were so many lockers in this old cabinet if Honest Qi did not take these out one after another.

After retrieving seven to eight lockers, Honest Qi then took out a piece of leather map as well as a booklet, "This is the best map of the entire Lost Sky Ruins as I am confident there will not be a more complete map than this. This booklet recorded down the location of the various treasured spiritual objects in the Lost Sky Ruins. They are both very cheap, only…"

Honest Qi described every item as the best or the most powerful that Mo Wuji was already immune to it. Before Honest Qi could finish speaking, he interrupted, "Shopkeeper Qi, may I flip through the book first?"

Mo Wuji said as he pointed to the booklet, he wanted to see if there was any mention of the Sky Channel Flower in the booklet itself. To him, the most important thing in the Lost Sky Ruins would be the Sky Channel Flower.

Honest Qi laughed cheekily, "It is not impossible for you to flip through the booklet. However, I will only allow you to flip through if you purchase one of the items I introduced earlier."

Mo Wuji became speechless momentarily. How is this guy honest at all? He is scarily scheming. However, he was really interested in seeing if there was the Sky Flower Channel in the booklet hence, he replied, "Shopkeeper Qi, I have some spirit stones with me now but these are for my cultivation...Is it possible for me to purchase just one of your antidote pill?"

Of all the items Honest Qi introduced, the antidote pill was the cheapest.

Honest Qi frowned and contemplated for a while before showing a stern face saying, "Since this is the case, I shall let you flip through the book if you purchase just one antidote pill. Seeing how poor you are, I will give you a discount on the price of the pill too so it will only cost 30,000 Earth grade spirit stones."

The fella could flip his face faster than he flip a book.

Mo Wuji was secretly scolding this old fella in his heart because he originally charged him a vase of 12 pills for 260,000 spirit stones and now he charged 1 pill for 30,000 spirit stones. Even though his intention was to ultimately flip the booklet, Mo Wuji was still feeling very unhappy with the old fella.

If he did not see the rhizome of the Purple Jade Toad Lotus and believed that this Honest Qi might really have good things, Mo Wuji would have turned around and left long ago.

"Alright, 30,000 Earth grade spirit stones then. However, I have to say this first. I would not really be just flipping through the booklet, I have to at least look through every page of the booklet briefly," having experienced Honest Qi’s cunningness, Mo Wuji had to say this before he paid. He had seen so many of such traps within sentences.

Honest Qi was surprised at Mo Wuji’s ability to detect the trap he set up within his sentence before saying, "No, I will at most let you flip through thrice."

Mo Wuji could not believe it. If he did not mention this trap, he would have suffered losses once again.

"Since this is the case, the deal is off and I will patronise the other shops," Mo Wuji turned and left after saying that. He started to suspect that the rhizome of the Purple Jade Toad Lotus could have been placed there as a trap by the old fella. Also, the house covered with dust could have been on purpose too to make it seem like it was hidden from the world to attract people who knew their business.

This was unlikely too because if it was not for the fact that he had obtained a Purple Jade Lotus before, he would have not been able to recognise that as its rhizome.

"Alright, I will let you flip through five times. If you are still not agreeable, please leave," Honest Qi halted Mo Wuji by shouting.

Maybe this fella was really a hidden expert. Mo Wuji took out the 30,000 spirit stones with a little reluctance as he used it to purchase a jet black pill from Honest Qi who refused to even provide him a vase to store the pill.

Fortunately, Mo Wuji did not mind as he casually threw the pill into his storage bag. He was simply too excited to grab that booklet.

"Remember, five flips only and you’re not allowed to stop at any page…" Honest Qi exhorted Mo Wuji before using both eyes to stare at Mo Wuji’s hand just in case he refused to listen to him and flipped one extra time.

Mo Wuji looked at the booklet and realised that it had at most six to seven pages only. By flipping five pages, he would have covered most of the content in the booklet.

Mo Wuji did not bother looking at the first two pages because for something as unique as the Sky Channel Flower, it would definitely not appear in the front few pages.

Mo Wuji opened the third page straightaway and saw Pneumatic Falling Bamboo, Purple Plum Fruit, Deep Soul Crystal...

So many different kinds of weird shaped treasure appeared in the two pages which Mo Wuji had never heard of before. However, as long as the treasure was written down, the booklet would pinpoint out the general location of it in the Lost Sky Ruins without any exception. In actual fact, Mo Wuji needed something like this. This gave Mo Wuji a confidence boost as he was starting to believe that this old fella was actually acting like a pig to eat a tiger. [1]

Flipping through the fourth and fifth page… Mo Wuji still did not see the Sky Channel Flower.

As Mo Wuju flipped to the next page, he was wondering if he should put a question mark on this booklet if he still did not see the Sky Channel Flower. This was because even without asking, Mo Wuji knew that Honest Qi’s items would definitely not be cheap.

However, just as he opened the sixth page, Mo Wuji spotted the Sky Channel Flower. If not for his vast experience, Mo Wuji would not have been able to contain his excitement.

Mo Wuji had experienced more shocking incidents in the past for example, being reborn into a new world, the opening of his first meridian, the Immeasurable Soul-prolonging Flower, etc. For a small incident like this, Mo Wuji was still able to control his emotions.

The scheming Honest Qi would notice even his slightest signs of excitement. If Honest Qi was to find out about his purpose, he would definitely increase the price of the booklet. Even if he did not raise the price, Mo Wuji did not wish to let Honest Qi know what he wanted. Whether or not Honest Qi was acting like a pig to eat a tiger, his thirst for spirit stones was definitely real.

It was a real pity because the location of the Sky Channel Flower was too complicated, coupled with the fact that his hand was not allowed to stop at this page. Moreover, Mo Wuji did not wish to use his spiritual will in front of Honest Qi which was why he could only glance through it.

Carrying an undetectable disappointment, Mo Wuji flipped to the page 7...

Mo Wuji was confident that Honest Qi would be able to tell his disappointment even if other people was unable to tell.

Just as he flipped open the page 7, the shop assistant who previously brought Mo Wuji over to this shop came rushing back into the shop. When he stood at the entrance of the shop and noticed that Mo Wuji had not left, he gave Mo Wuji a worried look.

[1] : Acting like a pig to eat a tiger is the direct translation for a chinese idiom to say that one is pretending to be weak in order for his opponents to lower their defence against him before defeating them easily.





Here, only those with spiritual roots can cultivate while those with mortal roots are destined to stay mortal.

Mo Wuji only has mortal roots, but will he only remain as a mortal? 

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Watch as Mo Wuji fights against this destiny with his grit and tenacity. Feel your hearts pound as he goes through exciting adventures and encounters. Cry as tragedies befall him. Smile as he crushes his enemies and forges his own path. Where will his cultivation ultimately lead him?

"Beginner's Guide for the Privileged Mage"
"While the power to control mana is largely genetic, there are many cases where children of Magi come out unable to sense the mana around them. A recent census showed that roughly 1 in a 100 children are able to sense mana, but the extent of which could only be tested when their mana core first completely developed—anywhere from their early adolescence to late teen years. It will be apparent when a mage first awakens by the initial repellence of the surrounding mana when their mana core manifests . This results in a translucent barrier forming around the awakened that lasts a couple of minutes."
Flipping through the pages, I found something that caught my attention.
"…Mana can be used in a couple of ways. The two most common methods of utilizing mana are: enhancement of the body with mana (augmenter), and emission of mana to the outside world (conjurer)…"
"…. augmenters are most commonly seen amongst warriors who utilize mana, channeling it through their body to strengthen themselves and their attacks."
"… The practice of conjuring is seen in Mages, who, after utilizing their mana, can cast spells to give off a certain effect on the surrounding area or directly at a target."
Weaknesses and Limitations
"While augmenters can possess incredible strength, defense and agility, their weakness lies in their limited range…"
"conjurers possess unfathomable powers, being able to bend their surroundings to their will. However, such powers come with limits. Unlike augmenters, who utilize most of the mana in their own mana cores, conjurers need to borrow mana from the outside world, in addition to their own mana core, to exert mana into their surroundings in the form of a spell."
"While both types of Mages, or Mana Manipulators, for the more scientifically accurate term, depend on and are categorized by their mana core, augmenters and conjurers also have different ways of measuring their aptitude."
"flip"
"An augmenter's prowess or talent is measured by the strength of the mana channels in their body, which measures the speed and efficiency in relocating their mana from their mana core into various parts of their bodies..."
"…A conjurer's power and talent, comparatively, is measured by the power of their mana veins, which indicates the speed and effectiveness of absorbing mana from the outside world to cast a spell."
"flip"
"…Mages (Mana Manipulators) are typically categorized into one of these two divisions since attempting to be proficient in both from an early stage is incredibly time consuming and inefficient. Most are born with a skewed difference in their mana channels and mana veins…"
"…augmenters do not need very strong mana veins because they mostly utilize the mana from their cores, while conjurers do not need very powerful mana channels because they do not release their mana into their own bodies."
"As proficiency level rises, the distinction between augmenters and conjurers lessens naturally, but that is only so at an advanced level…"
Hmm… So my idiot father seems to be a decently competent augmenter and a less than average conjurer.
That healing light though… What was my mother?
"flip, flip, flip"
AHA!
"There are a few, rare deviants. The two most well-known types of deviants are elemental deviants and Emitters. While there are still some undiscovered, ones that are highly sought after are the Emitters, more commonly known as healers. Healers possess the rare ability to cast their unique restorative mana unto others, directly, recovering injuries and impairments."
Wow… mother is the best.
Fundamentals of Conjuring
"The proper steps of utilizing mana for conjurers is to gather the surrounding mana in the area, drawing it into your body, then, after circulating it into your mana core to stabilize and purify the atmosphere's diluted mana, you channel it into an appropriate conductor (a staff, wand, ring, of some sort) with the incantations as a mental controller for your will into shaping the mana into whatever spell you want…"
"flip"
"…The more powerful the spell, the longer it will take to draw in surrounding mana, store it in your mana core, where it is condensed and purified, and finally channel and release…"
"flip"
"Because conjuring involves exerting focused mana into a particular spell, conjurers will notice that they have a special aptitude of certain elements (Air, Water, Fire, Earth), but with proper training, can become adequate in the basics of all elements.
"flip, flip"
Fundamentals of Augmenting
"Unlike conjuring, much less time can be spent gathering the surrounding mana. Efficient use of augmenting requires speed and precision in the use of the mana from your core and less from the mana in the atmosphere.."
This was where it clicked…. augmenting was very close to using ki, except you could also draw mana in from your surroundings. The reason why there weren't any kinds of conjurers in my old world of Earth was because there was no mana in the atmosphere to draw from and create a phenomenon.
My gaze tensed as I read on.
"…augmenting requires proper distribution of mana into different parts of the body, depending on how the user sees fit. While it seems simple at a glance, augmenting requires much insight into the individual's own body. Being able to utilize the mana channels efficiently requires years of both mental and physical practice."
"flip"
"Because augmenting involves extracting mana in its purest form from the user's mana core, there are no highly notable distinctions in an elemental sense at an early stage. However, augmenters are able to control their mana more freely, resulting in vastly different forms of fighting through augmentation."
"flip"
"The phenomenon called 'Backlash' occurs in both types of practitioners. For augmenters, it occurs from depletion of the mana core, causing extreme bodily pain, depending on how strenuous the damage to the mana core is. For conjurers, backlash occurs from overfilling of the mana core. This is caused by overuse of spells beyond the practitioner's capacity, or using a spell too powerful for his or her mana core to handle."
Closing the book, I propped myself up on my butt, digesting the overload of information that I had just read.
Because of the uncanny similarities between the ki center from my old world and the mana core in this world, I found it hard to believe that you needed to be a young adolescent to manipulate mana. In my old world, children could already meditate and sense the ki scattered inside their bodies. Once the ki migrated into a single place, the ki center would form.
Testing my hypothesis, I began meditating, trying to sense the mana in my 7 month old body when…
"There you are! Art, honey, are you having trouble taking a poopy?"
Mother! I'm about to begin my journey to become the greatest mage in the world! Do not make me out to be a constipated infant!
Picking me up and gently placing me in her arms, I was forcibly taken away to have my diaper changed, which, surprisingly, was full by the time I noticed.

King Grey has unrivaled strength, wealth, and prestige in a world governed by martial ability. However, solitude lingers closely behind those with great power. Beneath the glamorous exterior of a powerful king lurks the shell of man, devoid of purpose and will.

Reincarnated into a new world filled with magic and monsters, the king has a second chance to relive his life. Correcting the mistakes of his past will not be his only challenge, however. Underneath the peace and prosperity of the new world is an undercurrent threatening to destroy everything he has worked for, questioning his role and reason for being born again.

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