Moon Yul is a famous K-Pop solo idol that people have come to love.

Fans love him because he’s talented, kind, respectful and lovable. Everyone who has had the chance to talk to him, falls for his charms.

But there’s one thing people don’t know and can’t know about Yul.

He is a She.

Just letting you know now, the idea came from watching AKB48’s Mendol Ikemen, but the story will not be like the J-Drama. I hope you like it. Pleeeeeeease enjoy

The Shadow is what this story is about and this is a short story covering a serious topic.

I looked around at the my library. I had almost read every book here. I wonder what I'll do after I finish reading all these books? 

I am not even allowed to go out. 

Life is hard, really really hard. I mean who hasn't gone out and played at the streets? 

Spoiler: Me! I, Bae Ye ji, I haven't gone out the mansion ever since I was born. 

I feel like Rapunzel, trapped inside the mansion. Longing to go out. 

"Princess, dinner is ready. " Maria, one of the maids said walking inside the library with a tray full of the same old porridge that I need to eat because of that thing. 

I walked and sat down at the floor.

 "Princess! Your dress will get dirty! "

I pouted at her. 

"I have atleast a thousand dress. I won't mind if this gets dirty! " 

She smiled at me, "Of course Princess, but this dress was bought by the ma'am herself. " 

I frowned at that. "Ma'am doesn't care what I do so why should I care about the things she brings for me. "

"That's not true, Princess. " she said setting the table. 

"Ma'am and Sir really cares about you. They might not show it but they love you the most. " 

I ignored her words and stood up and dusted my dress. I looked around while she set the table just when something catches my eyes. 

A book? It was shining brightly on the third shelf in the middle of some old books. 

I went over and took out the book. 

"I will be there for You", I read the book cover out loud. The cover was pink and blue in colour with some kind of flowers in the cover and the sides lined with gold. It looked gorgeous and had almost thousand pages within. 

Was this book always here? This is strange. Why didn't I ever notice this book? 

"Princess! " Maria called me. I took the book along with me. 

"Princess found a book? " she asked. 

I looked at her nodded. 

"May I? " she asked eagerly looking at the book

I passed it to her and began eating. God, the taste is worsening every week. 

"Princess, it's blank. " 

I looked at her. "Blank? " I asked and took the book. 

I flipped through the pages. What was she talking about? The pages are filled with ink. 

"It's filled. " I replied. 

She looked at the book again and then with a confused looked said, "It's blank. "

I took the book and read the first paragrah loudly

"A girl walked inside the school gate, she was not rich not poor. She was just a normal girl, she had worked hard to get in this school. The school for elites. The school where the sons and daughters of the 4 Houses studied. The King Academy."

I looked at her after reading it. 

She looked confused. "There is... nothing there. "

"Maybe you should rest. " I suggested. 

"I think so...Princess. I will send another maid." She said confused and walked from there. 

Weird girl. As she walked from there I stopped eating and continued reading. There is something strange about this novel.

Frozen in place, what I see nearly makes jump out of his skin. "What the fuck! What the hell is that?!" I say in a startled yet suppressed voice. I subconsciously bring up my hands, hop back a little and start looking around the room to see if there really is something there. What I see reflected on the TV panel is two faintly luminescent dark blue lights, but when I look around all I see is the darkness shrouding my room.

I look back at the panel and notice that the lights mirror my head movements, though slightly slower by a fraction. I blink hard to see if that will help, but it is to no avail, so I try rubbing my eyes, also to no avail. Thinking that it may have to do with spending too much time staring at a screen, coupled with my grogginess, I vigorously shake my head and slap my cheeks to be fully alert. It is only then that the lights finally disappear. I breathe a small sigh of relief while holding my chest, "Thankfully it was just my imagination, or else I'd have to ask to switch rooms and I'd rather save myself the hassle." -Anyways, what would my reason even be? I saw a ghost in my room? Yeah right! Not only would I not get a new room, but I'd also piss off the dorm manager and become a joke to the other dorm boarders.-, I think while shaking my head at the obscured notions in my mind.

Taking one last look at the black reflective TV screen, I shake my head once again, getting rid of such useless thoughts and get back into bed to have a good sleep.

***

Waking up to a new day, I somehow manage to get up before my alarm can go off. Feeling the warmth from the morning sun's rays shining through the curtains, I sit up and wonder what could have possessed me to wake up so early.

Why I still have the alarm active you ask? Well, I simply could not be arsed to deactivate it yesterday, mostly because it slipped my mind.

*Beep! Beep! Beep!*

Just as I begin to muse over the matter, the alarm on my phone goes off, jolting me from my mental gallivant. I reach out subconsciously and turn off the alarm. As I put my phone down I notice a pure white book among my novels on the shelf.

Not remembering having such a book, and still feeling somewhat out of it, I get up and reach for the book without giving much care to my actions. I pull out the book and discover that the book is slightly cool to the touch, almost as if it has been kept in a cool, temperate area. The coolness that seemingly radiates off of the book gives off a refreshing feeling, like a cool summertime breeze. I also discover that, despite my earlier conjecture, the book I assumed to be pure white actually has a faint gentle blue hue to it when hit by the light. "What a fancy cover. I wonder where I got such a book." I say aloud to himself while wondering what the exact name of the colour of the book is.

I continue staring at the book, flipping it over and studying each side of it. It is only then that I realise that the book has no title, author, descript cover page or publisher, greatly confusing me. Scratching my head, I decide to open the book to peruse its contents. As I open to the first page I find it to be blank. This does not dissuade me though as I have encountered some novels like this before, on more than one occasion mind you, so I continue to flip though to the next few pages but soon discover that they are also blank. Refusing to believe that all the pages are similar, I continue to leaf through the novel at an increasingly rising speed. 

Alas, what I find nearly makes him chuck the book with fury, "Bloody hell, who the fuck is so bored that they decided to spend their time making a freaking blank book!?" I roar, fuming at wasting my time with the confounded thing. Trying my best to calm myself I say, "Well, whatever, at least it has a nice cover, and I'm pretty sure that I wouldn't have spent much on it even if I did indeed buy it."

I then proceed to toss the book onto the desk opposite my bed and go have a shower. What I didn't see is that after throwing the book onto the desk, it began to softly shimmer, giving the blue-tinged white cover a more mystifying and mesmerising air to it.

"Phew..." Stepping out of the bathroom, I sigh contentedly, feeling energised from the shower. Walking towards the other counter that has my toiletries, I happen to shoot a look over at the book on my desk, "Eh? Isn't the blue colour on the book a bit stronger?" I inquire aloud to no one in particular. Scratching the back of my head, I shrug and chalk it up to be nothing and continue to go finish getting dressed. However, I once again neglected to realise that the bluish-white hue on the book resonated with the bluish-black glow within my eyes.

Having gotten fully dressed, I look over at the book once more. Coincidentally, it happens to be sitting alongside my laptop, which has thankfully finished its update. While gazing at the book I feel this inexplicable connection to it, as if it is something dear to me that I simply cannot part with. 

With my gaze still transfixed on the book I finally take not of the changes in the blue hue of the book. I notice that its change is not caused by the light from the sun's rays, but rather it seems as if the book itself is being lit up from within itself. 

As I take notice of this the blue-black light in my eyes proceeds to strengthen simultaneously with the blue-white on the book.

I subconsciously put my mind to work to figure out just what colour the book's cover is. "Just what colour is this? Let's see, blue-white would usually be associated with something cold. Ice? No, that's not a bit too blue to describe this. Then what exactly?!" I mutter as I continue to contemplate this quandary, squeezing my temples with a bit of force.

"Ice… snow… frost..! Yes, that's it!" I exclaim in epiphany. Carrying on along that line of thought I think, "Okay, but frost doesn't seem to fully convey the colour? Wait, let's combine frost and snow, so frost-snow..? Nah, snow-frost sounds better, plus the thing is mainly white anyway. But then again, snow doesn't fully hit the target."

Suddenly, a line pops into my head, "Snow-Frost Jade White." For some reason this seems to aptly describe the book's colour.

As I mutter the string of words the book abruptly lets out an intense yet resplendent shine, dazzling me and forcing me leap back. Simultaneously, the light in my eyes shines out, striking the light from the book. The two lights clash, but instead of a chaotic collision of lights, the two lights seems to resonate with one another and coalesce into one at the meet point.

As the two meld a sound pervades my conscious…

One was a was an intricately crafted and expertly designed gold and silver lined journal, with the journal's cover and pages were made of an unknown material that is as flexible as cloth yet also as tough and as hard as even steel, adorned with precious jewels and gems, one can easily see that the journal must have cost a small fortune.
 
And on the beautiful yet somehow unostentatious azure blue metallic cover, one can see the cover lined and embossed with some sort of golden and silver metallic silk, the embellishment done so in such a natural manner in which it formed an intricately beautiful design which surrounded while also accentuating the ornate crest in the middle.
 
The crest displayed was extremely odd as it showed both a beautiful flower reminiscent of the simple yet elegant lily flower, yet at the same time, Locke could also see the shape of a majestic phoenix clad in flames, rising from the ashes gilded within.
 
Though even a layman could see the extreme work and machine like detail that went into crafting the book as well as the regal and supernatural aura practically wafting off the journal, it still paled in comparison to the second book; or rather, codex.
 
Bound with some sort of unknown leathery material, the second book seemed just like any other ordinary book, albeit being quite ancient, having an archaic aura wafting off it.
 
Lacking any of the grandiose and imposing nature that the other journal possessed or its beautifully intricate design, the codex should have been just like any of the aged and faded books strewn haphazardly about on the table, yet it was not.
 
If one decided to not…well, judge a book by its cover per se, and decided to take a closer look, one would very clearly realize just what made the codex so unique, and stand out above the many books and even the clearly magical journal, going so far as to completely eclipse it in terms of its wondrous nature.
 
Like a titan standing in front of an ant, the two are worlds apart when one truly dived deeper than what was merely shown on the bare surface.
 
Upon further inspection, one could clearly see that prolonged exposure in the codex's immediate vicinity would result in the person's learning capability heightened beyond what was humanly possible.
 
One's mind would be made clear and free of any thoughts or distractions, and it would seem to one that they could now see what was previously hidden from their eyes, and be able pry into the world shaking hidden secrets of the universe as mysteries and knowledge long buried and concealed reveal themselves.
 
This heightened state of mind and sharpened sensitivity and thought process could be described as the enlightenment of legends, that was how miraculous the ability was.
 
However, if they were not careful, prolonged exposure to the codex would easily result in the weak minded gaining a minor headache and migraine which would slowly grow stronger over time.
 
And if they continue staying and ignoring the obvious warning signs, then they clearly are in desperate need of the codex's miraculous powers as even the strongest willed and minded of individuals would eventually go insane from prying into the forbidden knowledge of the universe, devolving into a beast or simply dying from an aneurysm if one was lucky.
 
Clearly, those who went insane despite the obvious warning signs are clear proof of Darwin's theory of evolution and natural selection in progress, for those stupid and foolish yet selflessly altruistic people have thankfully and kindly removed their D.N.A from the gene pool of the betterment of mankind's future. No longer would stupid people like them live among other non-braindead humans.
 
Though it does bring the question of how they have not killed themselves or why natural selection have not rid people like them already, but that is a question for another time. 
 
Anyways, getting back to topic, upon flipping the codex, one could see that the faded yellow pages; while seemingly extremely fragile and brittle, could not be further from the truth as each page was a heavy as a boulder requiring massive amounts of effort just to flip one single page.
 
And no matter how hard one tried or how much force was used, it was impossible to even budge the fragmented pages, let alone attempt to tear it.
 
Not only that, one could see that despite the archaic and mysterious aura imbedded deeply in each page, the faded yellow pages were clearly blank, with not a single word written on each page.
 
However, if one observed very extremely carefully, they would soon come to the realization that the pages were not actually blank, but rather; greyish words formed from an illusory grey mist would appear and disappear as rapidly as they formed, forming the illusion that the pages were blank.
 
However, every time the misty grey words formed on the pages, they would always differ in content, writing style and even language, with no two words alike.
 
Sometimes one would see a recipe for a mouth wateringly delicious steamed hams written in ancient Arabic, other times it would be a heart rending emotional masterpiece of a play which would touch even the coldest of hearts composed of entirely Chinese characters and so on and so forth.
 
Though if one paid attention, they would see that the disappearance and reappearance of the words are not random but rather cyclical, with the contents changing every few seconds just like a human heartbeat.
 
Speaking of the devil…
 
Pulsating with energy, the codex suddenly started to vibrate as waves of light blue energy is released like a pulse before suddenly erupting in a brilliant azure blue glow which illuminated the entire room.
 
Shaking silently, the codex shook erratically as the faded yellow pages started to flip over rapidly by itself, as the now azure blue words started to release an illusory grey mist like the one the words are made, which swirled and gathered together.
 
Eventually, a human figure could be vaguely seen which grew more and more distinct before the illusory mist finally calmed down and formed a complete female figure.
 
Though her body and clothing were created entirely from the illusory mist, it was practically unrecognizable from that of an actual human being's the lifelike figure virtually indistinguishable from a normal, albeit pretty human.
 
"Eve"

" It's harder than I thought ", Vice buried his face in his hands. " What am I supposed do now ?" * Sigh*

" So? you two know eachother huh? What a surprise !", Spoke a well known voice. Vice looked up at the owner of the voice. "Then what do you want me to do Aron? Tell her , yes I'm a werewolf and I was sent to the Earth to protect  yo----" 

"What !? You were sent to Protect her ? " Aron grabbed Vice by his collar. "You don't know about it?", Vice raised a brow "Woah ! This is a lot more messed up than I thought " 

Aron's eyes turned crimson , "Tell me what else you know" .  "I can't remember anything else aside from that ", Vice slapped Aron's hand off him  "Don't tell me even you lost your memories !" 

★★★★★★★★★

"I think reading books will help distract my mind" , Silver walked up to the books rack  . She looked at all the heavy binded books. "This one seems interesting " Silver picked a thick leather covered book . "The History of Fuchsia huh?"

There was a red moon picture with a star at its centre, on the book cover . "Nice" Silver gently ran her fingers over the image.  Suddenly , the book began to glow. "what the !" She dropped the book .

Then book flew open , the pages turned rapidly "what's happening ! " Silver moved far away from the book . The turning of pages suddenly stopped . Silver slowly moved forward and took the book in hand.

The page read : Five Kingdoms and True Heirs   

The Legend says , several centuries ago , Fuchsia was the most powerful kingdom which ruled the entire Realm , with the only heir Aron Delacroix Fuchsia. 

"No way ! I think this book is playing tricks  or it must be some other person with the same name. How can a person live for so long " Silver burst into laughter . "This makes Aron several centuries old " Silver laughed and turned the page not bothering to read the rest . 

"You gotta be kidding me !", Silver dropped the book in shock. A black and White pic of Aron was there in the next page  , there stood a girl bedside him and he had his arm wrapped around the girl's waist. The girl's face part was Tron apart from the book.

"No no no this can't be real " Silver's leg gave up and she kneeled down beside the book . She looked at the girl and suddenly her vision blurred with tears . "Why am I crying ?" The tears rolled down her cheeks "I have to find Cyd !" 
Silver took the book with her and went in search of Cyd . 

Few minutes later .....

"This is a bad idea . I got lost again ", Silver sighed looking at the never ending hallway. "Or is it some kind of magic ? No matter what I'm not giving up !" Silver began walking .

"Finally a door !", Silver ran to it . "Here goes nothing " she opened the door. She was greeted with a vast land of greenfields.

"So wonderful! " She steeped outside , taking in the sweet smell of grass. Suddenly , the winds picked up speed.  "What in the world !" She looked up . She saw Fire diving down towards her. 

"Why don't you go land somewhere else ?" She yelled, running to take cover somewhere safe . Silver tripped on a stone and fell face first on the soft green grass . "Ouch that hurt !" Silver tried to stand up, she stepped on her dress and fell again.

"Look Fire ! Miss pain the neck has now even started eating grass " Aron burst into laughter. Silver brushed off the grass sticking on her face .  "Stop making fun of me and help me up " Silver ordered. "Then cover your body fully . I don't want to get hurt by touching you " Aron shrugged. 

"No thanks you big Jerk ", Silver got up dusting her dress. "What's that ?"  Aron asked picking up the book . " Hey give it back !" Silver extended her hand out. "No " Aron opened the book . "Don't read it " Silver snatched the book from his hands . 

"What's there to read in a blank book ?" Aron asked . "What ?" Silver flipped open the book and all pages were blank . "But ....but  how can it happen ?" Silver skimmed through each and every page and found everything blank . Aron had a look of "What the heck is wrong with you " 

"Aron! There you are !" Echoed Cardia's cheerful voice.  "What are you doing here Cardia?" Aron asked with a fake smile . Silver hid the book behind her. "I'm here to see my lovely Aron " Cardia opened her arms wide , to hug Aron.

"No, I'm good " Aron disappeared before Cardia could come any closer. Cardia then turned towards Silver "You !" She pointed a finger at Silver. " Stay away from Aron " .

"Alright Cardia " Silver smiled. Cardia then walked away , her heels stomping on the poor grass. 
"There she goes " Silver heaved a sigh of relief. "Back to the mission now"

★★★★★★★

Aron was about to enter his room when, "Aron? Did you inform Silver about the upcoming festival? " Cyd Asked. "No I didn't " Aron opened the door.  "Get it into your head that she's your fiancée " Said Cyd.

"If you don't have anything else to say, I've got work to do" Aron closed the door with a loud bang. "Ah! This guy is still searching for the girl in his dreams " Cyd heaved a sigh. "Which girl?" Asked an angry voice from behind him.

"Oh Cardia ? Didn't see you there" Cyd turned around. "And if you'll excuse me , I've got a lot on my plate " Cyd walked away leaving Cardia. "What exactly is going on in this palace ?" 

★★★★★★★

"No matter what happens , you should not let Silver meet that werewolf again. I didn't think things would go south ! " The King barked . "Yes your Highness" Said Cyd and Nowe.
"Get out already" he shouted.

"What should we do master?" Asked Nowe once they were out . "Don't worry I've got something in mind " 

★★★★★

1000 years ago,
A boy and a girl were born in the magical realm with an unique birthmark of a Cresent shape with a star at its centre. 

The King's brother was greedy for the throne and for that to happen , he needs the girl's heart
So, he made a deal with the ruler of underworld.

In order to save the magical realm , the girl killed herself .

 In frustration and anger of losing his love , the boy lost control , burning down the entire realm.

The king, in order to protect his people and save the world , erased the boy's memories and concealed his powers.

The wheel of fate has began to turn......

The girl Silver is born again , will Aron get back his memories and save Silver ? Or will the past repeat itself ???

 Updated frequently....

Chase's POV

There is no greater indignity than to be raped by a poet.

The gentleman drove me home in the morning. I sat like stone in the seat next to him. He opened my door for me. "Sister Soul," he whispered in my ear. "The worst thing ever would be to lose your friendship." The Worst Thing. I had another Worst Thing.

This time Carl and I sat in my car and we both sobbed. "You got in his bed," he said. "I said no," I said. I had messed up. I had failed at being a Good Person. Carl's heart was broken, again, by me. His eyes hardened. "Marry me," he said. I recoiled. I am poison. "Yes," I said, "but not now."

The fuck?

"The fuck? I thought you left. I told you to leave." Natalia says in the calmest and most gentle voice. When I turn around, she's looking at me, her eyes bloodshot. "No, you told me to feel free to leave and I do." I answer.

"So why haven't you left yet?" 

Trust me, I'm wondering the same thing. "Because firstly, you're cute when you're annoyed, secondly, this book is too good to leave without finishing it." I tease and lie at the same time. I also reveal to her that I think she's cute. Shit.

"Let me see." she says, squinting her eyes at the book and I close it to show her the title on the front cover. "You can't be serious. Surprise and disbelief?" she says. So she's read it. 

"It's a really good book." 

"Oh good then it'll hurt more when I tell you that they get married in the end." 

"Awesome. Now I have to find another book to read." I say, getting up from the couch on the one side of her room with a smirk disguised as a sarcastic smile on my face. "Where do your parents think you are?" she asks and I turn around and look at her for a long time. 

"What?" she asks me, her brown eyes looking at me blankly.

"I'm twenty one." I say, looking at her like it's the most obvious thing, which it is...at least it's supposed to be. "Sorry. My parents never cared for me my entire life so how was I supposed to know that parents are generally supposed to give their children space at twenty one?" 

Okay, her excuse is valid. "My parents aren't even here. England remember?" I turn around and resume my walk to her bookshelf. 

"Oh, shit yeah I remember. Well, I'm gonna go take a nice warm bath. I would say "make yourself at home", but you've obviously got that covered." she says behind me and I can hear her getting out of her bed.

All the Lives We Ever Lived: Seeking Solace in Virginia Woolf - read that one. American Spy - read that one. Bowlaway - read that one. The Collected Schizophrenias - read that one. Blank. Blank? I take out the brown blank book from in between a bunch of other books. It's basically made out of plain brown cardboard and then there's tiny flowers and leafs decorating what's probably the front cover. 

I open the book and it's completely blank. Emptiness covers every single page. I turn around to find Natalia's bathroom door wide open. She's using her hand to check the running water's temperature and the other one, she's using to hold on to the bathtub for balance...or the jacuzzi...or hot tub...from the looks of it, there's absolutely no difference. 

I start walking to her just when she leaves the water and moves to her enormous mirror and starts doing something to her hair. I reach the bathroom and lean against the doorway. For some reason, I clear my throat first before speaking, "Hey, what's this book?" 

She turns and faces me, while putting her hair in a ball shape at the same time. Her extremely short dress does a terrible job at keeping her legs hidden. 

"Oh, uhm, that's my fifth birthday gift from my parents. I actually forgot about it." 

"You never used it?" No shit, Sherlock.

"Nah. My parents wanted me to become a successful author. They can literally get me anything I want anytime I want, so at least they have an excuse for getting me the worst birthday gifts when it counts." she jokes, her hands leaving her hair in a big ball on the top of her head. 

"Now, if you don't mind," she says, casually putting her hand on the doorknob on her side of the door. That's my cue. I turn around and walk back to her bookshelf. I put her empty book back in it's spot and look for more books to read.

I'm scanning the books she has that I haven't read when Natalia opens the bathroom door, sticks her head out and says, "My personal favourite is The Girl On The Train by Paula Hawkins." 

She then retreats back into the bathroom, leaving me with a genuine smile. Clearly she wants me to stay, otherwise why would she recommend her favourite book to me? I take out the book and move back to the couch. I lie in the same position as earlier and start reading. It's getting a bit dark outside so I hope she finishes soon, because I have no idea where her light switch is. 

By the time Natalia comes out of the bathroom, it's already dark and I'm lying on my back on her bed, the book I'm almost finished reading being held up in the air and the two lamps on either sides of her bed being the only sources of light. 

Eventually, I finish the book. She's still not finished so I get off her couch, leaving her book on it. I open her balcony door and take the random, black water bottle from her desk and out with me. It doesn't surprise me that there's a table setup on her bedroom balcony. 

"You haven't left yet?" she gasps sarcastically, walking out and joining me on her balcony. She returns barefoot in shorts and an oversized white t-shirt. "You're alive?" I mimic her gasp and a smile appears on her pink lips before she rolls her eyes at me.

"I didn't take that long." she says with a smirk. "I read that entire book from the beginning to the end and then came out here while you were in there." I say.

"Hey, I didn't ask you to stay in my room the whole day." 

Okay, she makes a valid point.

"Yeah, whatever." I mumble. "What're you doing anyway?" she asks me, referring  to the black bottle in my hand. I don't answer. Instead, I pour a mouthful of water in my mouth, which I deliberately and with style, spit out on the other side of the railing. "Why would you do that?" she asks, clearly a little amused. "This should've been vodka." I say and she laughs before grabbing the bottle from me and standing right next to me, so close I can smell her. But she moves away before I can make out what her scent is.

"How was it?" she asks, moving to sit on one of the chairs around the table. "The book." she clarifies, drinking from the same bottle I just drank from.

"Well, I'm not surprised that your favourite book is a psychological thriller. It was dope." 

"I know." she answers casually.

"Besides reading, what else do you do?" 

I can see her hesitate for a second before answering. "I don't do much." 

"That's not true." I say and she looks at me, confusion occupying the entirety of her face. "You draw." I state. 

"How would you know that?" 

"I bumped into another blank book except this one was only blank on the outside." I say. 

"Really it's like you're rediscovering all the things I completely forgot about." 

"You forgot you can draw?" I ask her humourously. 

"Well, yes. I got that book when I was thirteen and I took drawing lessons just so that I could be at home less." she says. 

"I also draw, you know." I tell her. "You're probably better though. I didn't have drawing lessons at thirteen." 

"But that's the thing. I can only draw because I had people teach me how. You're drawing abilities are based on pure talent, so you're probably definitely better." 

I don't respond and she says, "I guess there's only one way to settle this."

After shutting the door of the high grade spiritual energy tempering room, the first thing Mo Wuji took out was that book of Immortal Mortal Technique. Because he was in the Heaven Seeking Palace’s Immortal Training Tower’s spiritual energy tempering room, he was confident that there was absolutely no way anyone could spy on him.
Mo Wuji had no intentions of flipping to the last few pages of the book as he chose to start from page 1 instead.
As he flipped through every page of this manual, Mo Wuji’s face turned slightly ugly. It wasn’t because there was a problem with this manual but because there was a problem with the Immortal Mortal Technique that he bought at Luo Hai Merchant House.
When he flipped through the first 10 pages, he expected that this 10 pages would cover about 90% of the content of the manual he bought at Luo Hai Merchant House. However, Mo Wuji realised that the Luo Hai Merchant House’s Immortal Mortal Technique added some more content to the real Immortal Mortal Technique. This extra content allowed those who don’t understand it to read it more smoothly and logically.
Now that this manual removed these extra informations, Mo Wuji realised that he made a lot of mistakes in his spiritual circulation routes when cultivating using his previous manual.
The main reason was because the added content Immortal Mortal Technique was like taking off your pants to fart: an extra move.
The good thing was that these added content did not affect the cultivation in any way. Mo Wuji decided to refer to this manual’s spiritual circulation technique and scrapped any extra content added to the Luo Hai Merchant House’s manual.
After these 10 pages should be the Transcending Mortality Stage’s cultivation technique and even though Mo Wuji was extremely excited to flip to page 11, he managed to control himself to start from the first page instead. He did not dare to flip to page 11 of the book back at the storeroom because he was afraid that the old man might be using his spiritual will to track his actions. On the road, he was afraid he could not concentrate.
Only until now did Mo Wuji truly flipped open page 11.
Seeing the content or rather lack of content in page 11, Mo Wuji was momentarily dumbfounded. He was deceived as page 11 was just a blank page.
Mo Wuji stared blankly for a few seconds before bursting out cursing and swearing as he continued flipping impulsively...
"Darn it!" Mo Wuji could not help but curse at the Tian Ji Sect’s head.
This book only contained 11 pages and he already had the content of the first 10 pages in a modified manual. Page 11 was actually just a blank piece of white paper.
Page 12...
There was no page 12, or rather, after page 11 was a thick back cover of the book. This back cover was at least 10 times thicker than the thickness of the first 10 pages. When the book was sealed up, he could still see the individual page marks of this thick cover. However, without the seal now, all Mo Wuji saw was a thick back cover.
There should naturally be no writings on the back cover of a book.
I can’t believe I just spent over 10,000 contribution points to purchase this piece of sh*t.
After a round of cursing, Mo Wuji could only put down this Immortal Mortal Technique helplessly. He pulled out the ring hanging around his neck as there was another book of Earth grade technique that was found on the alien cultivator’s body.
Tian Ji Sect was after all still a Xuan grade sect. How dare they commit such acts? After he got out of his closed door cultivation session, he was determined to personally bring this book to the sect to lodge a complain. Do you think it was that easy to earn those contribution points? He actually exchanged his small life for these points.
Something’s not right. Mo Wuji suddenly thought that Tian Ji Sect’s actions would only earn them some contribution points. However, if he were to bring this matter up and lodge a complain, wouldn’t it ruin the entire Tian Ji Sect? Furthermore, the sect leader of Tian Ji Sect was also not an idiot to charge such a high price on one average quality good like this one just to earn that extra 10,000 over points.
After coming to this realisation, Mo Wuji quickly let go of the storage ring and picked up the Immortal Mortal Technique which he cursed at for half a day.
This time, he used his spiritual will to scan page 11 only to realise it was still a blank page. Following which, he tried his spiritual will on page 12 too but it was to no avail as well.
Using his spiritual will, he managed to sense that there were a few lines on the back of the book cover. Could this be a seal?
No way, Mo Wuji thought to himself as he quickly realised that it was not a seal. Because of his recent research on Chu Xingzi’s Array Dao, he knew quite a fair bit about seals. These lines did not look anything like seals but they looked more like the streams of spirit channels in one’s body.
Mo Wuji cautiously placed his hand on these invisible lines as he shut his eyes to feel it. After half a day, he still could not feel anything special about these lines.
He decided to transfer some elemental energy into the lines and to Mo Wuji’s pleasant surprise, his elementary energy could actually enter these faint lines.
After a short while, Mo Wuji had a new discovery. His elementary energy could only be mobilised in one of the lines and not split up to enter two lines. However, no matter how hard he tried to transfer and mobilise the elemental energy in the line, the book remained in its original state. 
Mo Wuji then started directing his spiritual energy on the remaining lines. When he used his second meridian to transfer a stream of elemental energy into one of the lines, it was exactly like his prediction where the second stream of elemental energy could only flow in the second line.
Just as the two spirit channels started flowing simultaneously, it was forming a simple spiritual circuit. However, Mo Wuji could only cultivate such spiritual circuit in his body and not on the book itself.
Following this method, Mo Wuji continuously transferred elemental energy into the lines of the book and since he possessed 101 meridians, he might as well transfer all elemental energy into 101 independent lines of the book.
The 101 streams of elemental energy on the back cover of this book started to collide against each other unexpectedly and spontaneously forming a massive spiritual circuit.
"Hua…" Sounds of paper flipping were heard and Mo Wuji swiftly withdrew his elemental energy as he was worried he might ruin the book. Then, he was momentarily stunned at what was in front of him.
What used to a thick back cover of a book was ultimately split into more than 10 pages in front of him. As Mo Wuji hurried to flip open page 12, his eyes were filled with tears when he saw real content inside.
There were clear descriptions of the spiritual circulation techniques after the Transcending Mortality Stage as well as the the various spiritual circulation paths. Additionally, there were even pictures and explanations within this book. As compared to the first 10 pages, the explanation on the pages behind were far more detailed.
Holding this Immortal Mortal Technique, Mo Wuji apologised to that Tian Ji Sect’s head in his heart as he wrongly accused and cursed at him previously.
The saying ‘Without proper investigation, one should not have the right of speech’ should instead be altered to ‘Without proper investigation, one should not be chirping away’.
After flipping through a few pages, Mo Wuji came to understand something.
The reason why Tian Ji Sect took this book out to sell was because they knew that the back of the book was sealed up. They also knew that the seal could only be broken by someone with 101 meridians or rather a person with 101 spirit channels.
A Tian Ji Sect’s expert must have tried and realised that without a person capable of transferring so many individual streams of elemental energy into the lines, the sealed pages would never appear. Even if an expert were to rely on brute force to try and open this Immortal Mortal Technique, he might accidentally destroy this manual eventually.
Tian Ji Sect’s experts quoted such a high price of 10,008 contribution points only because they were aware that this book was truly valuable. The truth was that Mo Wuji knew that this quoted price would never be enough to purchase this book. Perhaps Tian Ji Sect was afraid that nobody would buy the book even if they were to sell it at a price of 100 contribution points hence, they quoted it at over 10,000 contribution points to try their luck and see who would actually purchase this book.
Mo Wuji was almost certain that the Tian Ji Sect would be investigating on the person who bought this book. They knew that this book contained secrets and would naturally want to know where this book would eventually end up. 
Concurrently when he was thanking Tian Ji Sect, Mo Wuji sighed at the fact that there were too many experts in ancient times. His Wordless Pill Manual was an example of an inheritance and perhaps the reason why others could not open his Wordless Pill Manual was related to mortals who managed to open meridians. He was only a mortal without spiritual roots yet, he was able to open meridians which he could eventually cultivate.
Seeing that there were many more back covers that appeared on the book, Mo Wuji became extraordinarily elated. This meant that even after he reached the Yuan Dan Stage, he could still open new pages and continue further cultivation.
…
Yan Empire, Yan City Plaza.
There were a few cultivators watching and discussing about the rankings of Hundred Sect Alliance Contribution Points Board. Other than the top 3 experts of the rankings, the cultivators there were also discussing about Rogue Cultivator 2705.
Half a year ago, Rogue Cultivator 2705 contributed 12076 points and was ranked 6th. However, half a year later, it was as if Rogue Cultivator 2705 disappeared as his total points stagnated at 12076 but was ranked 15th now.
"There is a growing number of alien cultivators so how is it possible that Shixiong 2705’s points did not rise at all?"
"I’ve longed notice that Shixiong 2705 is definitely not the type to be afraid of death. As long as he is alive, he would for sure be at the battlefront against the alien cultivators. Now that he did not appear, there is only one possibility…"
"I suspect Shixiong Xinghe has been assassinated too. I was there at the Immortal Jade House six months ago when the incident happened. Even though Shixiong Xinghe is not afraid of death, he was limited to his cultivation level. If he was marked by other clan’s experts, it would be futile even if he was not afraid of dying."
"What other clan? It has to be that Yu Lin Lei Clan! Just look at how how they accused others of their own crime. I believe we should report this incident to the Hundred Sect Alliance and find out whether our Rogue Cultivator was really assassinated."
"Right, we should report to the alliance!"
More people grew into the discussions as a majority of people started to gather as they were preparing to head towards the Hundred Sect Alliance to report and find out the truth.
At this moment, Yu Lin Lei Clan should be the most troubled clan. After Lei Chenghe was killed, the Yu Lin Lei Clan was constantly being cursed and swore at. Even presently as they still couldn’t find the Rogue Cultivator 2705 who killed Lei Chenghe, they had to face the wrath of so many cultivators.
There was an elder joining in the crowd at the plaza. He sighed loudly as he saw the Five Big Empire Sects’ Contribution Board. This elder was Tian Ji Sect’s head, Du Shiqing. He was feeling troubled not because he felt that Tian Ji Sect’s ranking was too low but because their ranking was too high.
After Rogue Cultivator 2705 bought the Immortal Mortal Technique, Tian Ji Sect advanced straight into the top 50. Many Quasi-Sky grade sects did not even obtain this ranking therefore what would people be thinking if a Xuan grade sect managed to be in the top 50?
After half a year, Tian Ji Sect was still ranked within the top 100 and this made him worried that people might investigate further about this.



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?

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