Shes just a girl that’s only known one thing and it’s kept her alive this far but she isn’t living in the same world we do, in fact she hasn’t for a very long time

        In the small town of St. Hudgins, Agatha Montgomery lived with her father and their cook, Mrs. Witherspoon in a large manor called Oakfield Hall. Oakfield Hall is quite big, and it sits on a large expanse of land with beautiful gardens, harbouring different, scented, exotic flowers. It stands tall with its looming height. It has thirty rooms, a main hall, a drawing room and a huge library.

     
        Agatha loves to read very much. The library is her favorite place in the manor. Long shelves of books lines up the walls. Books of every subject you can think of are filled in the shelves that reaches from the ceiling to the floor. Her favourite section of books to read is literature. She loves to read stories; of lands faraway and adventure.
  
         Ever since her mother mysteriously disappeared, reading has always been a way for her to escape the grief of the loss of her mother. Her father had become enstranged from everyone and mostly kept to himself. He hardly talked to her. So she was mostly on her own.
Today on a friday morning, Agatha sat on her favorite chair in the library reading a book. She raised her head up and looked at a portrait of her mother on the wall, across from her.

"I miss you mother," she said aloud to herself.

"I wish you were here." she muttered sadly.

       Agatha put the book she was reading on a side stool near her chair and stood up. She walked among the shelves lost in thought, touching the blue, gold encrusted, tear-shaped pendant on her neck. She remembered how she sat on her mother's lap while they read beautiful stories together. She remembered when her mother gave her the pendant on her tenth birthday. Agatha leaned her head against some books. The books pushed in. Startled, she turned around and noticed a secret compartment. She reached in and she pulled out a brown, leather-bound dusty book. She blew and wiped the dust away with her hands. It billowed around her like smoke.

Agatha noticed that the book was locked.

"Why was this book hidden? I wonder why anyone would lock a book when it's not a diary." she mumbled to herself. 
She noticed that the lock at the side of the book was tear-shaped like her pendant.

Curious, she thought.

Agatha removed the pendant around her neck and put it in the lock. It clicked in place and the book unlocked. She opened it. 

"Empty!" she exclaimed aloud.

"Why would anyone hide a book that's empty, and even lock it!" she wondered, her tone slightly chafed.  

      All the pages of the books were completely empty. But soon, images began to form on the pages and she watched with fascination as the images formed pirates on a ship. She felt so drawn to the images that she could not look away. Her head was spinning and she began to feel dizzy. Her pendant glowed bright blue and fell onto her hand. She felt a cool, breeze on her face. A blue hurricane began to form on the page of the book. The books in the library rattled in their shelves as a strong wind shook the whole library. She felt herself being pulled by a strong force into the book.

Agatha is a 17 year old girl who loves to read. She lives with her father who became enstranged after the mysterious disapppearance of her mother. One day, she finds a strange hidden book that transports her into the 17th century in the era of pirates, right unto the ship of the most feared pirate, Jax Redbeard! The pirates are on a quest to find the leprechaun's gold, on the lost Island of Skulls and Bones. As Agatha embarks on a series of captivating adventures, she uncovers a dark secret. Will she be able to find her mother?

John had expected the book to be like the previous one, with the first page detailing a cultivation technique.

Instead, as soon as John opened the book, what was revealed was not pages, but a hollow interior. In the hollow interior was a small round piece of jade, four inches across. It was a vibrant green, and had fantastical markings carved all over the surface. John could see the carvings extend into the interior of the jade piece as well, making it look even more remarkable. At the very center of the jace piece, a small yet bright pulsating glow could be seen.

"What is this? And what's that glowing thing at the center?" thought John.

It was quite unexpected that the book was not a book, but a container for this jade stone. John had never seen anything like this before in his life. After tracing the exquisite markings on the outside of the jade with his fingertips, John sent his divine sense into it in order to figure out more about it.

"Ah!"

John quickly retracted his divine sense. As soon as he had sent his divine sense into the jade piece, he felt his conscious being pulled inside.

"What just happened?"

Although unexpected, John felt no danger from what just happened, and so he sent his divine sense back into the jade piece. His divine sense started to follow the etchings on the jade piece, as if it was being guided through them. John fell into a trance like state as his divine sense traveled further and further into the jade piece.

Coming out of his trance, John was shocked.

When he guided his divine sense into the jade, John could see many images start to flash into his mind. Images of lightning. The further he sent his divine sense into the jade piece, the more images appeared in his mind. It almost felt as if the lighting in the images were right in front of John. He could almost feel the very essence of the lightning bolts itself.

"This is amazing."

John sent his divine sense back in, but was unable to make it go further than a few millimeters into the jade piece. No matter how much he tried, he was unable to proceed any further. Despite it only being such a small portion of the jade piece, John was already overwhelmed by what he saw.

John awoke from his trance several hours later.

"This jade piece acts like a book. The farther I send my divine sense into the piece, the more information is presented to me. I only got such a small sliver of information compared to the whole thing, but it's already overwhelming."

The jade piece revealed many images in John's mind. Whenever he focused on one, he felt as if he was being drawn into the image, as if he was there himself. The images showed all sorts of fantastic scenes. A person cloaked in lightning floated high in the sky, unleashing apocalyptic lighting blasts wherever he pointed. Another scene showed a man standing below dark clouds as far as the eye could see. Lighting bolts so powerful they seemed as if they could destroy all of creation rained down, bathing the person in its power.

Many similar images flashed through John's mind, and each image seemed to have many profundities contained within.

"This is the Celestial Lighting Script!" exclaimed John. "This jade piece contains information on how to cultivate it. By studying these images, I can grasp more and more of its profundities."

"Based on what I can tell so far, the script uses real lightning to train the body, eventually turning the body into a lightning attribute body. Amazing!"

Most people in the world were born with normal bodies. Very rarely, a genius blessed by the heavens would be born with an attribute body. Lightning bodies, water bodies, earth bodies, fire bodies, etc. People with attribute bodies would find it ten times easier to cultivate those specific attributes, and would almost always become heavenly geniuses.

Attribute bodies were something that was innate, and could not be forced or cultivated. John had never heard of a cultivation technique that allowed someone to transform their normal body into an attribute body.

John recalled one image in the lighting script. It showed a person being struck by lighting, at which point they guided the lighting through certain meridians towards their dantian, refining the lighting, and then sent the refined lighting back outwards towards the rest of their body. The body would be bathed in refined lighting essence, slowly turning it into a lightning attribute body.

Not only was the meridian pathway that the lighting traveled extremely complex, but John was also unsure of how the dantian refined the lighting into something that could be controlled and used for nourishment.

"I suppose I will have to mediate with this script for quite some time before I start to comprehend how to cultivate it."

John was eager to start cultivating this technique, but he knew it would be some time before he was able to do so. First he would have to understand the fundamentals of refinement, as well as practice controlling the lighting through the complex meridian pathways depicted. Only then would John be ready to start training with real lighting.

The thought of being struck by actual lighting sent shivers down his spine.

"This technique is going to hurt...a lot" said John with a wry smile on his face. Despite the expected pain associated with a technique that forces one to get struck by lighting, John had no intention of not using it.

"Anything to get stronger...anything" said John with a determined look on his face.

John sent his divine sense back into the jade piece. Several hours passed by before he stopped trying to comprehend the technique.

"I feel as though I'm getting a better idea of what to do, but it's gonna be quite some time before I'm ready to start cultivating it."

The cultivation technique was exquisite. John had never imagined something so profound could exist. He was only at the surface level, and yet it was more that he could understand.

John put the Jade piece in the palace. He stood up and stretched his aching legs, as he had been sitting for hours.

Taking out a cooked piece of meat, John bit into it as he thought of what to do next.

"I just advanced to the Mist Creation realm. I still need to comprehend both the Mountain Crushing Sword, as well as the Five Step Movement Technique. Becoming proficient in both of these will increase my combat power substantially."

John sat back down and took out the book detailing the Mountain Crushing Sword technique.

Opening the book to the first page, John started reading the details about how to use the technique.

"Lets see here, it says to send Qi from my dantain through these specific arm meridians, eventually leaving various acupoints located on my arm and hands. Once the Qi reaches the acupoints, it builds up for a split second before being unleashed as an attack through my sword. It seems like the attack can be used both in close combat and as a ranged attack, although it's more powerful being used up close."

Linking his consciousness to the sphere, John fell into a meditative trance as he erased all distracting thoughts from his mind. After studying the technique for several hours, he took the attacking stance depicted in the book.

"The meridian pathways I need to utilize are extremely simple compared to the Celestial Lightning Script. It shouldn't be too hard to get a hang of this technique."

John held his greatsword out in front of him as he focused on sending Qi from his dantian through the meridian pathways depicted in the technique. Only after half a day of failed attempts was John finally able to guide his Qi properly. His face whitened slightly.

"Now!"

John shouted out as he struck forward with his sword. His sword started to glow slightly as he sent Qi into it.

"Boom!"

John stuck a small boulder in front of him with the sword. The boulder exploded into countless pieces.

"Success!" John shouted joyfully. Although he had failed for several hours, John was finally able to guide his Qi property and unleash the Mountain Crushing Sword.

"It's even more powerful than I thought. I'm only at the early Mist Creation realm, and yet it destroyed this boulder. My fight with the Night Wolf would have been much easier if I could unleash this attack back then."

John studied the ranged portion of the Mountain Crushing Sword, and surmised that it functioned exactly like the attack he had just unleashed. However, instead of keeping the amplified Qi contained in his sword, John would just have to guide his sword forward, at which point the powerful Qi attack would fly towards his target.

John spent the next several minutes catching his breath. Although the sword was powerful, it required a lot of Qi in order to execute properly. At his current level of cultivation, John surmised that he could only unleash this attack a few times before he ran out of Qi. What John didn't know however is that this technique was quite complicated and powerful for a Mist Creation level attack. Most cultivators took a week to learn the basics, not just a few hours.

Not only that, but the attack was quite harsh on the body as well. Most early Mist Creation realm cultivators would feel as though their body was breaking whenever they used the attack. It was an attack almost more suitable for Qi Condensation experts than Mist Creation cultivators.

"Not only am I still in the early Mist Creation realm, I also just started learning this technique. As I become better at using it and increase my cultivation, I should be able to unleash this attack many more times, with it growing stronger as well."

Although John had succeeded, his control over his Qi was still very unstable. Not only that, he was still in the early stages of learning the Mountain Crushing Sword. As a result, the attack drained a large portion of his Qi, and was also quite weak when compared to what the technique could actually do.

John unleashed another attack before collapsing to the ground in exhaustion. He sat down and started cultivating the surrounding Qi to replenish his empty dantian. Several hours later, John opened his eyes.

"My dantian is back to being full. I should now try the Five Step Movement Technique."

On the Yuan Continent, fantastic beasts and powerful cultivators exist. Their immense power is capable of shattering mountains and emptying oceans.

On this continent lives John Fenix, an unfortunate youth who is unable to cultivate and wield such immense power. John could only powerlessly look up to others and watch as they soared to heights unseen.

After a fortuitous encounter with a mysterious object, John finds himself able to cultivate. Determined to never feel powerless again, John sets out on a cultivation path filled with danger and excitement. Utilizing powerful cultivation arts found within the mysterious object, John sets out to write his own legend and ascend above all as the Immortal Asura.


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It is bedtime so the girls were in bed already, but Kyvan was still wake up, normally at this time he was already preparing for tomorrow, but he chooses to read the book. He was so curious about it. He would like to read the book made especially by his father. Though Kyvan does not have any background in academic learning, still, he manages to read and write averagely. It was not impossible because there were times that Kyvan visits the chief to ask for books to read. Kyvan thoroughly understands although no one teaches him, and after the chief found out that Kyvan was capable, he immediately sent books more often.

Kyvan was now focused on studying the book. At first glance the book was already old but inside was the clear and full detailed drawing, sketches, and information of the book.

The first chapter of the book contains pictures and information about different kinds of elixirs, some of the elixirs are common, but when he passes through several pages he was astonished to what he had found out.

Normally Kyvan is not an amateur when in terms of knowing elixirs, back when he was still a child he uses to read so much, particularly books at the village chief's library, according to the record almost all of the books in the shelves were already read by Kyvan not too long ago. So as long as the basic foundation of elixirs is laid down with its details Kyvan would likely recognize it even without givin g so much attention.

In that account, Kyvan eventually does some elixirs with his own understanding and did it very well as a beginner, of course, the variation of his elixirs are only limited due to resources that are also limited, even the village cannot do so much for it.

"It's" Kyvan inwardly said.

The page he just saw is on the other level of his understanding.

At this moment Kyvan felt chills in his neck. According to the image and the name of that certain elixir he just saw in the book, it was the long-lost elixir that utilizes soul energy, the Soul Paring Elixir, this elixir is a type of elixir that does business about soul energy, it has been forbidden for how many centuries and was eventually forgotten by the masses. But in Kyvan's case, it was not new to him, for the reason that he reads a lot and history is not an exception there.

Kyvan stop for a moment in that page and pays time in intense scrutiny, every detail was there about the said elixir, even the images of the ingredients and the designed mechanism of the pot to be used in the process, the temperature and the phasing of putting ingredients, and to the specific item to become the container, all of it is so detailed.

-"My father did this? Wow!" Astonished as he was when he keeps on studying the images

Kyvan studied the elixir thoroughly and compare all his previous understandings of the elixirs he encountered in the past books he read, hence, only then he realize that this elixir is undeniably belongs to a higher class, even the type of effect of this elixir is bizzare and diverse, leaving Kyvan lost his thoughts.

The elixirs Kyvan usually comprehend belongs from ranges between E to C grade pills and elixirs, yet Kyvan oftenly make E-grade pills like the antidote for numbing effect of the mist in the forest, D and C class are just hard to make not because Kyvan cannot do it but because of lack in ingredients.

Kyvan was so shock by the moment that he ponders thoroughly the elixir.

-"This elixir, without a doubt it surely belongs to the B-class type elixirs, just base on its effects it is definitely a booster medicine!" Kyvan approvingly said with traces of sweat clearly seen in his forehead, unknowingly why, Kyvan felt pressure just by comprehending the details and images.

Upon seeing the details he stumbles to the ingredients of the said elixir, and with a shock, Kyvan felt tingling in his forehead.

-"Goodness! this elixir requires only this herbs and cores??

Thoroughly Kyvan was already full of information as if he was eating it, gradually some sorts of elixir was there, all of them does similar reactant but at the end of the book there some pictures and text that Kyvan voluntarily give accordance to, not knowing why, Kyvan was rendered speechless for about an hour, he considered himself as studios and well-affiliated with books, but right at this moment, he was rendered mute. Compared to these images and text Kyvan left not even a single idea in mind.

-"What kind of information is this, he,,helic,,,helicopter?, nuc,,nuclear?? What the hell is this, is this some sort of mechanical danger beast? It seems to be adept in flying,,, but what kind of flight does it do?? Kyvan knitted his brows as he pondered in deep thinking about this images, surprisingly it was not the only image he sees, there are a lot! but the construct of the page is like a collage, lots of crop pictures stitched together on one page.

But right as he was so deeply shocked by the information, a horrible scream can be heard in the outside.

-"AAAAAAARRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHH" a woman shouted horribly, like seeing a sinister monster or what.

-"What was that??? Kyvan startled by the commotion, he abruptly stunned and then packed the book inside a cachet under in his bed, and then he hurriedly went outside and trace the sound of the scream if where did that come from.

After a while, he suddenly bumps into group of men outside the village chief's house, Kyvan seems to be puzzled by the moment of commotion.

Usually these recent years there's not even a single activity done in the village, apart from the daily routines of every farmer and workers, the village is quiet and serene. But until today a drastic swift changes had happened.

-"What are you doing?? You're infiltrating the Chief's residence!! You're blaspheming chief's face and back!! Men take charge!! A burly man shouts at his greatest when he has seen these things.

An unknown man with a black cloak could be seen at the entrance of the chief's door, while below him is a man that is covered with blood in the chest area lying down in the ground face down.

Upon realizing the situation, the burly man which is the chief guard of the resident swallowed with anger, bloated a huge roar.

-"How dare you!!!!!!!!!!!aaaaaaaarrrrghhh!!!""
Immediately rushing towards the black cloaked man, with a swift in his hand holding a huge halberd with all his might smite down the man.

A huge shock on the ground vibrate the entire area as dust blast entirely the place, immediately the people around the chief's house also surrounded the entirety of the place blocking all the possible escape routes,

After the commotion as the dust slowly fading, two silhouttes gradually make visible in the eye, a tiny man with tattered cloak can be seen raising his hands while gripping the huge halberd with his bare hands, while the burly huge man could be seen dropping his jaws leaving utterly shocked by the draw.

All of the people including village guards all left in shock as they saw the scene,

Kyvan standing among the crowd was left in shock and fear inside his chest.

Because of the intense exchange blows, the body lying down at the ground was flipped face up, a familiar face then be recognise by all the people present.

-"Village chief!!!!! Oh my God!!! Village chief!!!!!" Horrible cries immediately sounded out the entire area.

Kyvan was dumbfounded, blank face upon the shock, a great tremoir in his chest enveloped him, his body can't stop shaking, this scene is beyond his cope of acceptance.

That man lying down the ground is his god-father who nurtured him and his siblings as a substitute parent! He was not yet over of his sorrow with his lost parents and then this happened.

A huge pain gradually becomes numbness and Kyvan can't hear any sounds, though he was still standing, he was left blacked out

A traceless aura instantly creeps out the black cloaked man, scrutinizing the entire area he can't recognise who was it, even the distance is vaguely trackable.

Leaving without any resolve, he immediately throw some explosives and instantly smoke flooded the entire place.

Kyvan was left with his two younger sisters by his parents due to an accident happened to them in the infamous redwood mist forest and he promised to himself that he will do everything just to survived his two younger sisters, even though being just a vendor.

Kyvan strive for the better of them, even just being a street vendor but, everyday is always a struggle, not until he discovers something about his long lost parents and about the forest where they were lost and died by the adventurers and other friends he encounters.

And by that reason, even though he resents it so much, Kyvan becomes an adventurer and forget about being just a vendor anymore as he has more reasons to become one.

Now Kyvan with his new-found comrades, trail dangers along with their adventures through reaching the infamous never-ever ventured mist forest, where his questions will be answered.

But, never ever in his wildest dream that the answers he had long for might rather crushed his hopes or give him closure, for the fact, that the nemesis was also his parents.

         Some memories of a wife being killed by a brutal husband flashed through the mind. 
　　At the same time, there were also images of other family members being killed mixed in. 
　　Among these broken images, there are many shots of the 'head of the family', Marcellus Baker. 
　　Only, the head of the family was no longer an ordinary human, but a terrifying creature with tentacles on his face. 
　　Han Dong had already learned about this experience through his diary, so he quickly skimmed over some insignificant images. 
　　The main purpose was to try to search for an important item in these memory images. 
　　A 'magic book' that brought bad luck to the Baker family. 
　　Soon, Han Dong found it in his youngest son's broken memory images. 
　　One day, Baker forgot to lock the door when he left the study. 
　　While playing, his youngest son inadvertently ran into the study and found the 'stitched leather book' on the desk. 
　　Yes, the cover of the book was made of 'leather', similar to pigskin. 
　　However, the leather was somewhat yellowish and had no visible pig hair, from the picture, it looked more like a skin obtained from a human. 
　　Moreover, there were obvious stitching marks on the surface of the leather, with black lines intervening freely. 
　　What is most noticeable is that there is an eye in the center of the book cover, a real eye that can move. 
　　The youngest son who saw this screamed in alarm, and the memory fragments ended there. 
　　"No wonder when Baker saw this book, he went so far as to use the family fund to buy it. 
　　For a failed man who was eliminated from the Knight Academy and bullied by women all day long, it was like a straw that appeared on the path of life, and he would definitely grab it. 
　　He just didn't expect that this straw would lead him into an endless abyss. 
　　But this book is bad for him, it's a different story for me. 
　　If it's possible, I have to find a way to get my hands on this book." 
　　Han Dong became extremely interested in this book. 
　　For the rest of the time, Han Dong staying outside already seemed a bit 'boring'. 
　　Because Cass and the others were deep into the tree cave, the other party had no intention of dealing with, nor could they deal with the main enemy. 
　　"According to Cass and the others' strength, as long as they can stop the pollution, they should have no trouble dealing with this kind of thing. 
　　Miss Chen Li, let's go back to the mansion and take a look." 
　　"Okay." 
　　Under the night. 
　　Chen Li liked to have her hair like this, deliberately blocking her face. 
　　It was also accustomed to the sound of dislocated bones as her joints twisted oddly during her walk, not intentionally creating a scary atmosphere, just a personal habit. 
　　"Nightfall and mansion restoration, there may be unexpected changes in places. 
　　Yes, let's go and check Baker's single bedroom." 
　　Baker has a single bedroom set up on the first floor, which he began sleeping in separately two years ago due to marital issues. 
　　This bedroom had been completely destroyed in a previous survey due to a crumbling ceiling and a large amount of reinforced concrete blocking the doorway, making it impossible to enter. 
　　After nightfall and the mansion was restored, Han Dong opened the door to the room. 
　　And, through the memory fragments that flashed through his mind, he soon discovered a secret passage deep underground at the bottom of the bed. 
　　The passageway had obvious signs of being man-made, building concrete stone steps for easy descent. 
　　Want to go down? 
　　After a brief consideration, Han Dong called out to Miss Chen Li and headed down. 
　　『A haughty and indifferent female knight like Celeste is rather similar in personality to a female teacher in the academy before her death, too strong and would never ask for help from someone of a lower status than her.
　　Counting the time, it had been close to an hour since Celeste Knight had headed to the underground area. 
　　With her power, she could either quickly finish off the demonized Marcellus out, or go wrong and get trapped below. 
　　She had said though that if there was anything, she needed help with, she would let it know through the communication device. 
　　But would someone as good and strong as her ask for our assistance? 
　　A guy that even she has a hard time dealing with, we rookies are even more unable to fight against, right? And there's the sister on the team that she cares about very much. 
　　She definitely won't ask for our help in case of danger. 
　　Of course, there's also a certain possibility that the communication device is shielded underground and can't get in touch with us at all. 
　　In any case, I need to go down and take a look. 
　　If it's possible, I must get the 'magic book'. 』 
　　Han Dong didn't think that the combined strength of himself and Chen Li would be able to compare to the famous [Knight of Punishment] Celeste, but Han Dong wasn't afraid of contamination at all. 
　　With this one trait, coupled with his curiosity and thirst for mysterious magic books. 
　　Deciding to delve into the underground lair and see this Baker's 'great plan'. 
　　There was nothing dangerous during the descent. 
　　The depth of the stone steps was around thirty meters, corresponding to an incomparably dark underground cave. 
　　"The smell." 
　　The air was thick with the smell of 'blood', as if a brutal massacre had taken place down here not so long ago. 
　　"Hard to believe the ritual has been completed? Why is there no sound?" 
　　Han Dong did not take out a torch, the firelight could easily expose him, the raven phantom beak mask, which came with a certain amount of night vision, was used to explore the cave. 
　　Not long after moving forward in the darkness, Han Dong saw some green firelight. 
　　As he approached, this revealed that the source of the firelight was precisely the Sacrifice Formation, Han Dong was hidden at the back end of the two stone pillars, looking through the cracks to the inside of the formation. 
　　"The ritual has been completed!?" 
　　In the open underground space, the walls were filled with green flame torches. 
　　Painted with blood was a giant formation with a large amount of weird writing that Han Dong couldn't recognize, and a large number of broken skeletons were scattered among the formation. 
　　Clearly, the ritual had been completed. 
　　But not the Baker, nor the Knight of Celeste, could be seen. 
　　What exactly had happened was unknown to Han Dong. 
　　It was at this moment. 
　　A somewhat cold hand landed on Han Dong's shoulder, dragging him into the darkness. 
　　Chen Li on the side was glaring fiercely and brought up her kitchen knife to chase after him. 
　　"Miss Chen Li, this is a friend! You go back first." 
　　Han Dong was very decisive and retrieved Chen Li into the portable prison. 
　　The one who dragged Han Dong to the shadows was none other than [Punishment Knight] Celeste. 
　　She was injured, with one hand covering her bleeding waist and abdomen, and one hand holding onto Han Dong. 
　　Lowering her voice as low as possible. 
　　"What are you doing here? Where's Fia?" 
　　Han Dong immediately responded, "They're all fine, I'm the one who made the judgment and came down to support you." 
　　"You can't help! 
　　You must have come down the other way, right? Hurry up and take me up there and inform the Order of the situation. 
　　The target has drawn the powerful creature outside the walls into his body through the ritual, this place is his home turf, not fit for us to fight." 
　　Just then. 
　　There was a chirping, the squirming of some sort of slippery object! 
　　Han Dong and Celeste held their breath at the same time.

Being re-birthed as a cell, Han Dong utilized the power of the Prison code and came into a parallel world where the Ancient Ones have awakened.
A steam powered civilization, horrifying subspaces, the Ancient King of the Eternal Night and strange monsters lurking outside the city.
The door of Destiny has been opened - Crusaders, Library, Control, Machinery and Mysticism would become the new growth system for human development.

Not actually mine .. posting for a friend .. (if u know what i mean)

What was happening on the observing platform of the Green Mountain Sect drew a great deal of attention; hundreds of gazes were fixed on Jing Jiu's left hand.
He held his left hand tightly, though not out of excitement or anger.
The people had all seen the scene in the Illusionary Realm of the Green Sky Mirror when Jing Jiu grabbed the tripod, so they could vaguely guess what was in his left hand.
The news that Bai Qianjun had been wounded severely had already reached them; as such, they were even more certain that the Fairy Book of Longevity should be in Jing Jiu's left hand.
Yet, what they couldn't understand was why Jing Jiu kept holding the Fairy Book in his hand rather than putting it away. Wasn't he worried that something unexpected could happen to it?
A deep and gloomy voice blurted out, "What Jing Jiu did has obviously violated the rules. If it were allowed by the rules in the very beginning, who wouldn't want to break the barrier?"
The speaker was en elder of the Kunlun Sect, referring to the event of Jing Jiu winning the tripod.
A highly achieved swordsman of the Great Marsh sneered, "Even if you wanted to, could you do it?"
Now that someone from a sect that was friendly to the Green Mountain Sect had spoken, those sects that were close to the Center Sect didn't want to keep silent, and so they spoke out one after the other. They thought that the way Jing Jiu won the Fairy Book was hardly convincing. The atmosphere was chaotic, on the verge of becoming turbulent.
It was then that somebody on the observing platform of the Green Mountain Sect uttered a sound of "hmm".
This sound came out from his nose. Though it had a nice tune to it, it didn't sound so great, being full of lethargy. However, it also had a challenging intent.
When they heard the sound, the crowd didn't feel so comfortable. As they lifted their head to look in the direction of the sound, they found that the noise maker was Zhuo Rusui.
Zhuo Rusui lifted up his eyelids slightly, and glanced over the faces of the crowd, saying nothing.
However, everybody was aware that the "hmm" he uttered was unmistakably the oral mantra of the Green Mountain Sect.
Do you wish to die?
Nobody wanted to die here.
Thinking of Zhuo Rusui's fame and his brutal performance in the Illusionary Realm of the Green Sky Mirror, all the people, including that elder of the Kunlun Sect, fell silent. It was deathly quiet outside Huiyin Valley.
Still, the people here couldn't determine whether the way Jing Jiu won the Fairy Book would be considered by the Center Sect as complying with the rules.
They believed that the sect masters of several major Cultivation sects were discussing this matter somewhere in the deep part of the Cloud-Dream Mountain.
…
…
Jing Jiu mused that the pair of master and disciple, Liu Ci and Zhuo Rusui, were quite alike.
Of course, he wouldn't pay any heed to what those people had said. "As for why I insist on it, I have my own reason," Jing Jiu said to Nan Wang.
Nan Wang demanded emotionlessly, "Even if your suggestion is totally absurd?!"
Jing Jiu and Nan Wang were not talking about the matter of giving the Fairy Book to the Water-Moon Nunnery, which was different from what Sese and others believed.
Nan Wang had never liked the Water-Moon Nunnery because of Lian Sanyue; but she wouldn't care about such a matter.
If possible, Jing Jiu would rather not speak to Nan Wang, let alone speak to her at such a close distance. But, this matter was too troublesome, so he needed to see Liu Ci as soon as possible.
"Yes," Jing Jiu answered.
Nan Wang shot him a cold glance, without saying another word.
There appeared dozens of very thin strings in the sky behind Nan Wang; the Zither Sword shot up skyward to somewhere in the air.
The scene had drawn the attention from more people.
Nan Wang told Fang Jingtian, "Jing Jiu and I have to leave first."
As she said that, the Zither Sword had broken through the sky and returned to their residence. Dozens of thin strings appeared again.
As Nan Wang retrieved the strings, she and Jing Jiu had already arrived on the peak top.
Fang Jingtian frowned slightly, wondering what had happened. He didn't want to stay there any longer, and he instructed the Green Mountain disciples to gather together and leave the place by riding their swords.
…
…
Leaving the place didn't mean that they would leave the Cloud-Dream Mountain; they merely left the Huiyin Valley.
Leaving the mountain right after obtaining the Fairy Book would appear arrogant and impolite, which was similar to what the green bird had thought of Jing Jiu.
With the flashes of the sword lights, the Green Mountain disciples had returned to the House of Peeled Skin.
Fang Jingtian's face was rather dismal. He walked along the long corridor to arrive at the back of the cliff. He came to the front of Jing Jiu's room.
Nan Wang sat in front of the door with her legs crossed.
Dozens of invisible sword strings scattered in the surroundings, encircling the whole room.
Seeing this, Fang Jingtian asked, "What the heck is going on?"
"He doesn't want to tell me," Nan Wang said.
"I have just learned," Fang Jingtian said, "he actually intends to give the Fairy Book to the Water-Moon Nunnery."
"I'm not against it," Nan Wang said.
"Who gives him the right to make the decision?"
Fang Jingtian exclaimed furiously, "The Fairy Book of Longevity is the precious treasure left behind by the Great Grandmaster Bai; it is important to our sect. Not even you and I can't make the decision, let alone Jing Jiu!!"
Shooting a glance his way, Nan Wang remarked with a mocking tone, "Do you want to make the suggestion, like what Jian Ruyun did, to expel Jing Jiu from the mountain gate?!"
Jing Jiu had become a disciple with an exceptional talent nurtured secretly by the nine peaks of Green Mountain many years ago after the Sword Trial on Green Mountain. And he didn't disappoint the Green Mountain Sect when he won the first place in the Cultivation tournament at the Plum Meeting and the tripod this time. Moreover, he was the personal disciple of the Immortal Jing Yang and an elder on Shenmo Peak. Who was qualified to discipline him besides the Sect Master and the Sword Justice Yuan Qijing?
Fang Jingtian's countenance grew gloomier as he said, "Young Sister, as I remember, you have never liked Shenmo Peak that much?"
"I still don't like them; but I'm telling you the fact," Nan Wang said.
Fang Jingtian remained silent for a while and said, "Let me go in to talk to him."
"Nobody is allowed to go in," said Nan Wang.
Fang Jingtian demanded, "What on earth has happened?"
Nan Wang closed her eyes, not paying any heed to him.
There was nothing Fang Jingtian could do, so he waved his sleeve dismissively and left.
Nan Wang opened her eyes. "The Fairy Book…is problematic?" she inquired while looking at the flowing clouds and the gentle wind outside the railing.
"Yes." Jing Jiu's voice rang out behind her.
Jing Jiu was staring at his own left fist, where the Fairy Book was held. Though the Fairy Book was sealed by his palm, it still exuded the faint fairy energy outwards.
Fortunately, the fairy energy was exceedingly faint so that only certain divine animals and he could sense it.
He had made calculations several times before entering the Illusionary Realm, but the results were always undesirable.
By then, he had realized that he would encounter some problems in this Dao Competition, and that was why he asked Gu Qing to return to Green Mountain first.
By now it seemed that his premonition was correct. Yet, it had already happened, and it was meaningless to think about it.
He pushed open the door, took out the bamboo chair and lay on it.
Sensing the commotion behind her, Nan Wang arched her brows slightly, thinking this scene was truly unsightly. So she drifted up while sitting cross-legged, and stopped at an elevation half a foot above the bamboo chair.
Suddenly, a noise could be heard outside the railing at the cliff's edge; it seemed that someone was climbing up the cliff.
Neither Nan Wang nor Jing Jiu made a move; it was because they knew who the climber was.
Jing Jiu was still lying on the bamboo chair.
And Nan Wang was still drifting in midair.
Liu Shisui crested the peak top. As he witnessed the strange scene on the peak top, he was flabbergasted at first, and then came back to his senses.
"Greetings, Senior Master Nan; greetings, Young Master."
Liu Shisui bowed down and knocked his head on the ground six times.
Jing Jiu said, "I asked you to come over to check on your condition. Since I saw you climb up the cliff so easily, it seems you are fine now. You should go back."
"Yeah," mumbled Liu Shisui. Yet, he thought that it was his young master who asked him not to go anywhere afar, and now he climbed up here with so much effort; why did Jing Jiu ask him to go back so soon? Honesty doesn't equate to stupidity. Liu Shisui soon realized that his Young Master must have encountered something forbidding, or even some sort of danger; otherwise, Senior Master Nan wouldn't need to act as a guard here.
"I'd like to stay here and protect you," he offered.
Jing Jiu shot him a look.
Liu Shisui understood his intent, but he was still hesitant.
"I'm here to protect him. You have nothing to worry about. Get the heck out of here and go back to your place."
Nan Wang added with a slightly curt expression, "You should have repented in the Sword Jail, but instead you are here to be seen by all the others. If the fact were known, how could the masters of Green Mountain discipline other disciples in the future?"
"He was called upon by the Sect Master," Jing Jiu said.
Liu Shisui felt somewhat embarrassed, thinking what Nan Wang said was true and that it would be better for him to return to the Fruit Formation Temple sooner, now that the young master had already obtained the Fairy Book.
As he was about to leave, he noticed the bamboo chair was badly damaged. "I planted some bamboo over there. Should I make a new one for you?" Liu Shisui offered since he couldn't stand seeing his young master lie on a damaged bamboo chair.
"Okay," said Jing Jiu.
Liu Shisui climbed over the railing and descended the cliff the same way he came up.
Thinking of their conversation, Nan Wang somehow felt uncomfortable. She sneered, "Where did your other disciple go?"
Jing Jiu knew it was Gu Qing she was asking about, saying, "I asked him to return to Green Mountain early on."
Nan Wang arched her brows as she pressed, "You had known that you would win before entering the Illusionary Realm and that the Fairy Book was problematic?"
Jing Jiu uttered "hmm".
After a pause, Nan Wang pressed again, "The Sect Master let Liu Shisui participate in the Dao Competition as a No-Mercy Sect disciple and he came here to oversee it personally, because he knew you would win?"
Jing Jiu uttered "hmm" again.
Nan Wang looked at the scenery outside the cliff, reflecting on something.
"Why hasn't he come back yet?" Jing Jiu asked.
The person he inquired about was the Sect Master of Green Mountain, Liu Ci.
Nan Wang said, "You won the Fairy Book by not following the rules; some people are not convinced. The Sect Master has to deal with the complaints on your behalf, so obviously he wouldn't be back so soon."
"If I'm not mistaken, he should come back sooner than you have expected," said Jing Jiu.
Nan Wang demanded, "Are you only willing to talk to the Sect Master about the issue of the Fairy Book? You don't trust me?"
She felt indignant, and since she thought that she, as the peak master of Qingrong, had to guard the door for this young disciple, it made her even more upset.
Seeing her back figure, Jing Jiu knew she was upset.
He remembered the large rock atop Qingrong Peak many years ago, and the young and obnoxious woman under the flowering tree behind the rock; a hint of smile formed on the corners of his mouth.
It was a rarely seen emotion in Jing Jiu.
A moment later, he recalled the folk songs sung by that young woman while being drunk; his smile vanished instantly.
…
…
In the deepest part of a secret valley on the Cloud-Dream Mountain, there was a secretive manor cave.
The forbidding formation was extremely powerful in the manor cave, which could even resist the assault of the swordsmen of Green Mountain in the Heavenly Arrival State for a while.
A hand holding the Heavenly Retrieval Orb set it down in the middle of a stone table.
Countless light rays beamed out from the Heavenly Retrieval Orb, illuminating the four walls of the manor cave.
The roof of the manor cave was a dome. When the images were all connected on the dome, it looked exceedingly extensive.
Those images were the recordings of what the participants of the Dao Competition in the Illusionary Realm of the Green Sky Mirror had experienced for many decades.
Everything they had experienced there was recorded in these images, including the remotest villages and the slightest movement and expression.
The images flashed at a high speed, turning into an iridescent ribbon, and yet, in a pair of relentless and unaffectionate eyes, these images had no difference from the real scenes.
There was no need for the Immortal Bai to ask the green bird about what had happened in the Illusionary Realm.
As long as she wanted to, she could pull out any image from that world and find out what had happened in the past.
The green bird had no way to conceal anything from her.
The Immortal Bai didn't watch anybody else, but Jing Jiu and the green bird.
She watched the infant born in the Royal Palace of Chu State, who stood up looking at the sky and the earth, grow up, and cultivate without paying any attention to the mortal affairs
.
It was Jing Jiu's first strike when Master Mo entered the Royal Palace.
"Very fast," the Immortal Bai murmured, "but it's still not fast enough."
The images fast forwarded; soon they revealed the last part of their experiences.
The red leaves seemed ablaze on the Buzhou Mountain, and the stone steps were like the jade ribbon. The Qin Emperor ascended the stone steps and met Jing Jiu in the temple.
Dozens of the Qin swordsmen were cut into meat blocks, and the Qin Emperor was severely wounded; but Jing Jiu's hand was still on the sword's hilt.
At the time, the green bird looked at the distant mountains, the red leaves, and the Qin Emperor; she ignored some important images, be it intentionally or unintentionally.
All of these scenes were witnessed by the Immortal Bai now.
"It's truly fast," she remarked.
Two animal eyes as large as the grinding wheels gradually appeared in the shadows at the far end of the manor cave, which were chilly and hideous, full of lethal intent.
"You have made a great deal of trouble in the Fiend Prison, and the Old Dragon died because of you. Now you came here to snatch the precious treasure of our Center Sect only after a few years…"
Seeing Jing Jiu walk to the empty space in those images, the Immortal Bai muttered expressionlessly, "You think I have forgotten, have you?!"
…
…


I am the sword.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, no one dares take ten steps.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, no one can take ten steps.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, ten steps? Not possible!
I am the sword, the sword is me,
On the path towards heaven, each shall wield their own.

Gu Yunqing also saw Fu Yuanxiu and asked, "Qian Zheng, tell everyone about the origin of art. It's just the Stone Age. You must know such basic knowledge, right?"
Qian Zheng: "…"
The rest looked at her and did not know that she really did not know how to do it. They waited for her to explain.
Qian Zheng braced herself. "The Stone Age. That… I… I've never studied this before. I…"
Gu Yunqing smiled. "Qian Zheng, stop fooling around. Do you still need to study these? Isn't this common sense?"
From the corner of her eye, Qian Zheng saw that Fu Yuanxiu had already arrived at the periphery of the crowd. She panicked. Of course, she knew that Gu Yunqing did it on purpose.
Everyone in the industry knew that she was ignorant and incompetent and did not study hard.
She coughed and said unhappily, "My throat isn't feeling well today. Since this is common sense, Gu Yunqing, aren't you also very interested in art? Tell me."
The rest did not understand and looked at Gu Yunqing.
Gu Yunqing sighed. "Qian Zheng, you're really… Fine. Since you're unwilling to explain, I'll explain it to everyone."
With her back facing Qian Zheng, she started to speak to the crowd. "The Stone Age is when the history of Chinese painting first sprouted. With the improvement of the manufacturing methods of stone tools, the origin of art started to develop. A few years ago, real examples of Chinese painting that we knew came from the new Stone Age were painted on porcelain utensils. However, in many provinces in China, rock paintings were discovered, causing historians to push the origin of Chinese art to the Old Stone Age. Among these many discoveries, there are also images of many people, some of which can be considered grand…"
Gu Yunqing spoke very gently. Every word she said seemed to have been rehearsed. As she spoke, she gave off a noble feeling.
Especially since she explained using professional terms, those who did not understand would feel and say, "Wow, she's amazing." Those who could understand would not be able to find any problems.
After she said that, the crowd applauded and complimented her.
"Senior Gu is indeed amazing. She even knows something about art!"
"Wow, I felt so comfortable listening to her speak just now!"
"So painting originated so early…"
"…"
Qian Zheng stood behind her and clenched her fists in anger.
She was tricked again.
She'd thought she'd been smart enough to shift the attention to Gu Yunqing, but in the end, she had only allowed her to be in the limelight! This person must have memorized these things long ago to show off.
It was not good for her to show off by herself. But if she was pushed by someone else to show off, it would show that she was cultured and not arrogant. She would come off as having a strong foundation!
Qian Zheng patted her head and felt that she really could not win every time.
However, she still could not voice out her bitterness. She was simply too vexed.
How infuriating!
Qian Zheng stomped her feet and felt that she was about to explode from anger. She could not be bothered to listen to the crowd praising her anymore. Just as she was about to leave, Gu Yunqing started shouting at her again, "Qian Zheng, what I said just now was shallow. I don't know if it's good or not, but I've already thrown a brick at the jade. Why don't you continue talking about Inner Mongolia's rock paintings?"
Qian Zheng: "!!!"
If Qian Zheng said that she was not good at the subject, Gu Yunqing would have to continue talking about those paintings.
However, if she had to praise Gu Yunqing instead, she would rather die!
Qian Zheng's chest heaved up and down in anger as she panted heavily. She pressed her chest and felt that she was about to faint from anger.
Gu Yunqing pretended to be surprised. "Qian Zheng, you love art so much. Don't tell me you don't know about Inner Mongolia's rock paintings?"
Qian Zheng: "…"
Calm down.
Her brother had said that she could not throw a tantrum in front of outsiders. Otherwise, she would become known as an arrogant young mistress. Her reputation among the circle would be ruined by Gu Yunqing.
But—F*ck, calm down!
This Gu Yunqing was simply too cheap. It was fine if she wanted to promote herself, but why did she have to step on others?
Just as Qian Zheng was about to flare up, she heard a warm and mellow voice. "The Inner Mongolia Rock Painting is one of the earliest rock paintings. Over there, our ancestors have created many such images in the span of ten thousand years. These connected images have turned the entire mountain into a 300-kilometer-long art gallery."
Everyone turned around and saw Fu Yuanxiu.
Everyone naturally made way for him to slowly enter the crowd. As he walked, he said, "According to speculations, it's the call of religion or witchcraft that made the ancestors work hard to create these images. Similar images can also be seen in the cliff carvings on Kongwang Mountain."
After Fu Yuanxiu said that, he looked at Gu Yunqing.
Although he appeared gentle, Gu Yunqing could feel the coldness in his eyes. "These are the original words in the book, right?"
Gu Yunqing's expression changed drastically.
Before Gu Yunqing could speak, Xue Xi, who had followed Fu Yuanxiu into the crowd, said, "It should be from the fifth page of the book, 'The Art History of Huaxia.' Ms. Gu's book knowledge is not bad. The original words are not wrong. Of course, there are new eras and pre-Qin paintings discussed later. Ms. Gu can continue to explain."
Gu Yunqing's face froze.
Everyone naturally understood the meaning behind Fu Yuanxiu and Xue Xi's words. The way they looked at Gu Yunqing changed.
Did she purposely memorize the book to put on a show?
Sensing the mocking gazes of these people, Gu Yunqing pretended to be calm and smiled. "Student Xue's memory is not bad. I just casually memorized it when I was reading. This book is not bad. Everyone can read it usually."
This sentence forcefully reversed the situation.
Not only that, she turned to look at Qian Zheng again. "But Ms. Qian, have you never read such basic books?"
She directly shifted the topic of conflict to Qian Zheng.
Xue Xi narrowed her eyes.
This Gu Yunqing was indeed very capable and had superb control over the situation. No wonder Qian Zheng could only cry out in anger.


Xue Xi is forced to fall in love at first sight with this dangerous man on their first meeting. With death being the only other option, she makes the first move:
“I am rich and I can fight.”
“Be my boyfriend and I’ll protect you.”
From then on, news of the Xue family’s eldest daughter and number one student keeping a gigolo slowly gets out. Alas, she is someone who protects people she calls her own fiercely, until that fateful day—shielding the man behind her from the supposed-hooligans, she proclaims coldly:
“My boyfriend is timid, so come at me if you have any issues instead.”
The hooligans shivers in fear as they look toward a certain big boss who is being protected. So the infamous “Black Yama” actually has this kind of hobby?

"So you're finally back child" said Atlantis communicating through his mind too Zale. 

"Oh, hi old man" said Zale as he looked around to try and comprehend how he came back to the shrine so fast. 

"Child, don't try to comprehend how cultivation works. Start practicing the Sea God cultivation technique, so I can send you to the middle realm" Atlantis said as he read Zale's thoughts from his face. 

Zale decided to follow Atlantis's advice and opened up the book to see what the book held. Zale opened up the book, and all he saw was the two from pages holding some images. The picture on the left just showed a man in the lotus position. The position on the right showed the same man in the lotus position as well, but this time underwater. Zale was confused as to how this could help him become stronger. He wondered where these images could get him anywhere. 

"Haha" laughed Atlantis, "I was once confused as you as too what these images held. However, don't worry child I, will be able to guide you. It's a lot easier to practice the cultivation technique then you think. The lotus position was used to symbol a floating lotus flower on water. This position will strengthen the Qi throughout your body making you capable of storing it. The lotus position underwater will strengthen the body through water pressure, and target every spec in your body."

Zale was still confused as too how he would bring Qi into his body and asked Atlantis, "I can see that I need to sit in the lotus position to sense Qi, but how do I sense the Qi around me?" 

Atlantis laughed, "Child just try out the lotus position and try to sense the Qi around you. There will be something special about the Qi you sense, but I'm pretty sure you'll be able to tell whats special about the Qi you cultivate."

Zale decided to sit down in the lotus position, and try to sense Qi. Zale slowly immersed himself in his concentration, and waited to try and sense Qi. Zale waited and waited. Time passed as Zale sat in the lotus position to meditate. As Zale slowly sat there he suddenly felt a large presence of water. He felt himself be immersed in the presence of water. The water enveloped his body, and slowly entered his body. The water heated Zales's body up, and that's when Zale realized the Qi he was gonna absorb would be water Qi.

Zale Nereus brought to a orphanage at birth. Covered in blood and only having a necklace of a blue orb a birth. Zale will slowly grow up and learn about his family. 


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This novel was made for fun. This novel will be a hobby I will work on. 

What to expect:
Terrible grammar
No schedule
Not expecting this to blow up
A story I will enjoy 
Carefree story 
Lots of cliches
Lots of errors due to being typed on a phone

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