Is there really need for this? (ehem)

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A big black book falling to the ground
Thud! Dust and papers flying around
Strong wind flips the pages of the book
Bright light suddenly flash!

"Ah, not you again! Please don't torment me especially at night."

(Hahaha, nope! I will disturb you every~ single~night~and~day~ Hahaha!)

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"Ugh, Why I "wrote" this... this book.Just joking."
(Hey, it's your "dream" to write!)

ps. it's a trap ;3

Red Boy, Monkey, and Squirrel stood by the door to Fangzheng's meditation room as they looked at him in curiosity. They were filled with questions and puzzlement. What had just happened?
Fangzheng ignored what was on their minds and after he charged into the meditation room, he opened the Sutra Cabinet and saw a brand new book inside! On its blue cover were written a couple of words with a forceful flair: The Heart of the Perfection of Wisdom Sutra!
When Fangzheng saw this, he raised his head and laughed out maniacally.
At that moment, Red Boy and Squirrel walked over furtively. When they saw Fangzheng hug a thin book while laughing unceasingly, they exchanged looks, completely lost at his behavior.
Red Boy could not help but ask, "Master, why are you laughing while holding that tiny book? Is that from the island nation?"
Fangzheng rolled his eyes and struck him violently. "Don't speak nonsense when you aren't sure about things. This is no ordinary item. It's a sutra book!"
Squirrel immediately zoomed on top of Fangzheng's shoulder when he heard that. Then, he followed the arm and came to Fangzheng's hand. He touched The Heart of the Perfection of Wisdom Sutra and asked curiously, "Master, isn't this sutra book too thin? How many words can there be in it?"
Fangzheng laughed. "This book is indeed thin. As for words, there aren't many. There's only 260 words."
"Ah? So few?" Squirrel and Red Boy exclaimed in unison.
Fangzheng said, "Be content. Although The Heart of the Perfection of Wisdom Sutra is short, it's precious! In Tibetan Buddhism, there is this sentence: 'Buddha said that among the 84,000 Dharma, The Heart of the Perfection of Wisdom Sutra is the most special.' That means that the standing of these 260 words in Buddhist literature is as transcendent as that of the Diamond Sutra. To put it simply, it has the core essence among all the Dharma! Many monks can spend their entire lives studying just this sutra and can still achieve a lot. However, most monasteries use it as the most basic sutra for beginners."
Only when Red Boy and Squirrel heard that did they understand the value of the thin book. Immediately, their curiosity was piqued. What exactly was written in it that with just two hundred plus words, it was able to be a head above the rest? Also, no matter how awesome it was, it was ultimately a beginner's book. Was there a need to be that happy?
Fangzheng could not be bothered with them. There were numerous Buddhist scriptures, each having multiple volumes. Even if people were poor their entire lives, it was unlikely they could finish reading all of them. Since it was impossible to finish reading them, understanding the core essence of all the scriptures became the simplest and most efficient way of studying. By fully internalizing the core before reading other scriptures, one could gain insights at a far superior speed by drawing analogies.
This was just like for the study of writing essays one first had to learn how to write in general. By learning to write simple things first before learning how to write an essay, the process was much easier. If one did not know how to write and was made to write an essay immediately, who knows what one could write…
Fangzheng had never read the Heart Sutra. He had only heard Zen Master One Finger recite it to him. Based on his impression from Zen Master One Finger, all monasteries had The Heart of the Perfection of Wisdom Sutra as a beginner's book. Its name was often shortened to the Heart Sutra. Some people even said that a monk was not a real monk if he could not memorize the Heart Sutra.
Of course, such sayings were a little subjective, but one could also tell how prevalent and important the Heart Sutra was from them.
Fangzheng had memorized the Heart Sutra as well. Logically speaking, he did not need to be so excited about the Heart Sutra. However, first of all, the appearance of the Heart Sutra proved that the Sutra Cabinet could indeed produce sutra books. Secondly, Fangzheng knew very well that the sutras on Mount Numinous were different from the sutra books of his world! He also wished to see what the real Heart Sutra was like!
Fangzheng eagerly opened the Heart Sutra and flipped to the first page. He was taken aback, for the Heart Sutra was identical to the one he had memorized. 260 words, not one word less or more.
"This… System, did the Sutra Cabinet take the wrong book?"
"Ding! No. The Sutra Cabinet's function is to search the sutra information of this world before amalgamating a book. Therefore, the Heart Sutra you see is the Heart Sutra from your world. If you wish to obtain the true sutras of Mount Numinous, you must create a Sutra Repository at the very least."
Fangzheng rolled his eyes. "Are you kidding me? I remember quite clearly that you said that it would produce sutra books from Mount Numinous."
"That's right. If you were in the world where Mount Numinous is located, the amalgamated sutra books would be the sutra books you could find on Mount Numinous. But from here, it cannot cross worlds to gather information, so all it can do is produce sutra books of this world. To tear through the world barriers, you need a Sutra Repository," said the System matter-of-factly.
Fangzheng was instantly left speechless. The Heart Sutra in his hands suddenly felt lighter. He was pissed! Extremely pissed! He had been filled with so much anticipation, but this was it?
"Don't be angry. Flip to the back before you continue," the System said.
Fangzheng speechlessly flipped to the last page, and…
"Bodhidharma's explanatory notes!"
"What!?" Fangzheng's eyes widened as he continued flipping through the back.
"Shenxiu's explanatory notes!"
"Faxian's explanatory notes!"
"Kumārajīva's explanatory notes!"
… 
"System, this isn't fake right? Why are there so many notes? Also, it's such a thin book, so how can there be so many pages?" Fangzheng was truly shocked. Each page had the explanatory notes of an esteemed historical monk! The value of those notes was far greater than the Heart Sutra itself!
"Although the Sutra Cabinet is unable to cross worlds to gather information, it can gather all the information in this world and fuse that into a book. These explanatory notes were handed down in books which were written. Some appeared in history before they were lost. Some were never written and only orally transmitted. Some were thoughts in people's minds. As for why there are so many pages, do you think you humans are the only ones who can have digital books? Can't Mount Numinous have unlimited pages? How's that? Do you still feel disparagement towards the Sutra Cabinet?"
Fangzheng immediately shook his head like a rattling drum. Although he could not obtain true sutra books yet, being able to obtain the explanatory notes and insights of so many accomplished monks was better suited to him despite true sutra books being more valuable anyway. There was no such thing as the best, there was only the most suitable. When it came to comprehending the Buddhist Dharma, there were no shortcuts. It had to be taken one step at a time. Being too greedy would only swell one's stomach in discomfort. 
With the Heart Sutra, Fangzheng did not stay in the monastery. Although it was pretty quiet, there were many visitors. This still resulted in some disturbances.
Fangzheng ran to the bamboo forest behind the monastery and placed a chair on the ground. He sat down and leisurely read the Heart Sutra as well as the explanatory notes in the back. He could not help but recite,
"Avalokiteshvara, the Bodhisattva of Compassion, was deep through the Perfection of Wisdom, saw clearly that the five aggregates of human existence were empty, and so released himself from suffering.
"Sariputra! Form is nothing more than emptiness, emptiness is nothing more than Form. Form is exactly emptiness, and emptiness is exactly Form. The other four aggregates of human existence—feeling, thought, will, and consciousness—are also nothing more than emptiness.
"Sariputra! All things are empty: Nothing is born, nothing dies, nothing is pure, nothing is stained, nothing increases and nothing decreases. So, in emptiness, there is no form…"


In the rural northeastern mountainous regions stands a tiny Buddhist temple, named One Finger Temple. It isn't a large one but it is extremely miraculous.

The temple has rice that emanates an aromatic fragrance.

The temple has sweet and refreshing water that rivals ambrosia.

The temple has Buddhas that grant wishes to the sincere.

The temple isn't large but it has everything. The temple isn't large but it has flourishing incense offerings that far exceed all temples. The temple isn't large but it attracts both citizens and foreigners that line up overnight…

The temple has a bald but handsome monk. Every day, he would bawl, "I want to renounce asceticism! I want to marry a chick that's not too pretty, have a cute baby, and lead a stable life!"

This book is a casual novel that introduces various Chinese traditional customs, as well as Buddhist ones. It strives to be a positive book, allowing people to reflect on how they should live their lives and treat others.

Tessa felt the freshly sprouted cat ears atop her head. They responded to her touch while she wondered how long they'd be up there. She doubted they were a permanent edition to her body, but Torgrak was difficult to read. At the least, they didn't impact her negatively. They mostly moved in response to her own body language, but didn't grant her any additional benefit to her hearing.
Relenting with a sigh, and not knowing any easy way to get rid of them, Tessa turns her attention to the books at her bedside that Torgrak had put there before leaving. They were all fairly thick looking, with pages easily numbering in the hundreds by sight alone. Yet they all also were pretty worn, with the leather faded and cracking away in places.
Curious what they are exactly, she picks up the one on top and looks it over. The Starting Recipe. Compared to the other two, this one was easily the oldest. The leather binding it is severely damaged, with cracks and part of it peeling, but had stitches marking plenty of repairs. If not for what she assumed to be Torgrak's care, it may have very well fallen to naught but loose sheets of paper. Turning the book to see the pages, she saw small tears and damages from use. The entire edge was a filthy brown color, while the pages looked more like dried noodles than actual paper.
With her curiosity about the exterior sated, she flipped the book open to its first page and noticed something unusual for a book this old. While the pages were old and damaged, the ink looked brand new. The text was clean and easy to read, kept in immaculate condition, when it should be faded or smeared at the least. Remembering back to the ink Torgrak used during his demonstration, she thought whoever wrote this may have used something similar. Some kind of ink that would never, or at least not easily, age.
Flipping through the pages, she eventually came across a page marked with a thin piece of red fabric. Looking at the text, Tessa stared at a strange recipe for "Birthday Cake". There were no instructions anywhere on the page, just a few lists of ingredients. The "cake" was to be made of some things that made Tessa wonder if Torgrak was an alchemist or a crazed baker.
THE BIRTHDAY CAKE:
Required:
Baking pan
Cake:
0.1g Rotten egg yolks
0.75g Fertilizing salt
0.15g Extra black pepper
Candle:
String
Water
Leftover cake dough
Skipping back through the book, Tessa landed upon what looked like magic circles. However, unlike anything she's seen the students in the magic division at Unity Academy use, these looked incredibly strange. More a mish-mash of shapes with mathematical formulas all over the place. Where magic circles normally looked arcane and relatively simple, these were asymmetrical messes. The only ones simple enough for her to understand were a triangle, a square, and a circle. Each one having simple math formulas written into their lines.
Closing the book for now, Tessa moved on to the next book. It wasn't as thick as The Starting Recipe, but it also didn't look nearly as old. Also, it's bound in some kind of black, scaly leather. It's not nearly as worn when compared to the previous book, but still fairly damaged from use. Turning to the cover page, the title read: "Torgrak's Guide to Monsters: Vol 1".
Immediately after the cover page was an index with the monsters given a number from zero to four. There were plenty of names she recognized: Ghoul; Imp; Harpy; Werewolf. But then there were also monsters she didn't expect to be in something like this: Chuul; Succubus; Manticore; Grick. Tessa could only wonder what adventures Torgrak's been on to have so many monsters, both familiar and unfamiliar, recorded in a book like this. And if this was volume one, how many other things has he encountered?
As she looked at the contents of the book, she smelled something weird. Sniffing around a bit. It was actually the book itself that smelled unusual. Besides its black, scaly leather, it also had a faint acidic smell to it. And not just from the outside. The ink itself smelled acidic.
What is this thing made from?
Shaking her head for a moment, Tessa resumed looking through the book's contents. Wondering about how detailed this book is, she flips to the entry made for the "Dire Wolf". The moment she opened the book to it, she met face to face with the most lifelike depiction of the monster she'd ever seen on paper. It was so perfectly drawn to the point Tessa expected it to leap off the page.
To the right of the drawing, and continuing below it, was a series of notes. It was all written in what looked like three different languages. Skimming over the notes made about the Dire Wolf, there was a creepy level to how much detail Torgrak had written about just this one monster. Everything from its diet, to its dung, to its mating habits were all recorded with a disturbing level of accuracy. This was probably more information than necessary for anyone. If not for witnessing Torgrak's destructive side, she'd think he was some kind of freak-monster-researcher who got closer than most anyone else in pursuit of knowledge.
Leaving her thoughts about how unusual Torgrak is aside, she continued to read. And as she did, things turned dark. The descriptions got more accurate, but now there were drawings of the monster's bones, internal organs, layers of fur and flesh. It was turning from notes on a monster to a full autopsy of the creature. The student in her was fascinated, yet the rational side of her felt queasy. Just as she started to turn the next page over, she saw what appeared to be cubs of the Dire Wolf.
Letting the page rest, instead of looking at more, Tessa closed this book. Setting Torgrak's guide atop the book of recipes, she took a moment to recover her sanity. All the while wondering just how far Torgrak would go in pursuit of more knowledge. And if he has volumes of knowledge on just monsters, how much has he experienced? The dwarf said he was 400-years-old. Even for a dwarf, that was beyond the natural life span of both his own kind and elves. Did he find some way to live that long or longer through his research? Even if he was bluffing about being 400, he still had to be incredibly old by normal standards.
Eyeing the last book, Tessa took it in her hands. Hoping that this one wouldn't be nearly as confusing as the first one, but not nearly as in-depth as the last. If it surpassed that level of detail, she might actually get sick from the drawings alone. Just like the others, she flipped it over in her hands, examining its outward appearance. Where the recipe book was ancient and the guide is black and smells of acid, this one was weirdly normal. It had metal fixings on its corners, as well as a metal-reinforced spine, but the leather it's bound in is just worn. The metal had dents and scratches all over, but overall the book's condition wasn't that bad. Opening the cover, she looked at the cover page and read the title, "Equipment for Simpletons: Vol 1".
Turning the pages beyond the cover, she finds a table of contents. Whereas the guide had things sorted by an unusual numbering system, this one had everything categorized by type of equipment. Dedicated sections for weapons, armor, tools, potions, and more. Tracing a finger down the columns of text, she recognized some names of the listed equipment. Just like how there were familiar names in the guide, there were equivalents here like "longsword" and "plate". And for every familiar name, there was at least one other thing she didn't recognize; such as "gaundao", "khopesh", "brigandine", and "tatami-do". Tessa's eyes had a small glint of light in them as she wondered where such things came from. How does such an encyclopedia exist and remain unknown to the world?
Deciding to go with something simple, she flips the book open to the section dedicated to chainmail. Much like the guide, there were more drawings and diagrams. Along with notes that detailed the chainmail's resilience when tested against different weapons and attacks. The notes here, however, are written… differently. Formatted to ask a question first, followed by test results and an answer.
How does long the armor last under severe stress and heat?
When subject to freezing temperatures, does the armor become detrimental to the wearer?
What are the exploitable regions of the armor?
Torgrak's notes asked nearly any question someone could think of about the journalized equipment and receive anywhere from one to multiple answers in response. The lectures Aavron gave were detailed, but this book alone would have that dwarf on his knees begging to read a single page. Flipping through pages quickly, Tessa skimmed over several bits of information. Trying to get a grasp of an idea on how detailed Torgrak is with his own research. But like with the guide, the notes grew dark. Repeatedly she saw the phrase "test subject" come up, prefaced or followed by the words "living" or "dead". And the deeper she got into a piece of equipment's notes, the more grim it became.
Hoping not to see something like the Dire Wolf puppies again, Tessa turned back to the table of contents in search of something familiar to her. Something that wouldn't become vile easily. Looking through the table, she quickly sought something she recognized in the "potions" section. Finding it, she turned to the dedicated section covering healing potions.
Just like the other entries, this one started off fairly plainly. Detailed drawings of potions varying in size and appearance. Notes asking and answering the effects of each kind simply. A table of ingredients and expected outcomes when combined. It all was fairly similar to anything she'd read in a textbook at Unity Academy, but with a much higher level of attention to detail. Once she'd read both pages of notes and looked at every diagram before her, she began to lift the next page. Hesitant to see what things Torgrak has reached, she paused and wondered if it was even a good idea to delve further into the dwarf's notes.
But the student side of her was too excited to learn more, to know more about how to use healing more effectively. Closing her eyes, she turned the page. Once it had settled on the other side, she slowly opened her eyes. The moment her eyes could recognize what was before her, it overwhelmed her and she flung the window at her bedside open. With what brief glance she had at the contents, she saw horrifyingly detailed drawings and diagrams of what Torgrak had done with healing potions on his "test subjects". Sketches of arms with gaping wounds and notes detailing the effects of a healing potion on it. Questions asking what was and wasn't possible to heal with detailed results. Drawn limbs and bodies cut open to study the effects of a potion. It was all too much and Tessa vomited out the window. Retching terribly, unable to stomach the images.
To Tessa and most anyone who would ever read Torgrak's research, they would classify it as "forbidden". The experiments he conducted were cruel and morally bankrupt in the pursuit of knowledge. The pages may be dry, but the blood used to learn would seep eternally. Torgrak had diagrams of all kinds of living and dead creatures being used for experimentation. Living humans, elves, dwarves, squirrels, wolves, bears, and more, all with accompanying corpses to use if the living subject expired too quickly. Torgrak was the very definition of what it meant to pursue knowledge too far.
Closing the book hard, Tessa slowly steadied her breathing as her stomach acid burned her throat. It disgusted her to the very core that Torgrak would willingly collect so much information at the suffering of others. She wanted to condemn him to the very core of her being, yet she couldn't. For as much as she hated the dwarf, he too was a student much like herself. The only difference was he will go the distance, no matter how dangerous or ethically dubious, to learn. While she only stood behind the line drawn by what society deemed acceptable and ethical. If she didn't limit herself, would she wind up like him?
For as much as this book made her feel sick, that as much as it would give her nightmares, she cracked it back open and resumed reading. This text, this book was crafted with evil and cruelty. But that didn't mean it had to be used to do the same all over again. All she could do was absorb it and use it for good... assuming she could develop a stomach strong enough to withstand the diagrams alone. They are, to be fair, ghastly to look at for even a few seconds.
Tessa read what text she could, passing the time absorbing the information Torgrak had written. It wasn't easy, nor fun, retching and gagging multiple times. Her body, involuntarily, wanting to close the book and throw it into the corner of the room. Eventually, she had to stop and closed the book. Placing it with the others and laying back in bed, mentally exhausted.
Turning her head to the window, she stared outside and wondered just how much knowledge there was out there. The academy had formally trained her as a healer, and she'd learned many things during her time as an academy student. But her new teacher was allowing her to see into a world beyond what her professors could describe.
She also wondered why Torgrak was keeping such valuable research to himself. As horrendous as his means were, the results he gained are of unrenounceable valuable. And if he hadn't recorded them, it may be centuries to millennia to get something even close to his tomes of knowledge. A country might even be willing to pay hundreds if not thousands of gold and platinum valins just to copy his notes. It could also save an innumerable amount of people. So why? Why keep it all hidden?
Slowly shutting her eyes, Tessa relaxed in her bed. It was unlikely she'd ever get a proper answer and decided to rest for the time being instead of fretting over it. She'd try to learn more from his books later, and she still had to meet with Hei for magic training tomorrow. 
She drifted into the darkness of her mind. All was calm. All was quiet. All was nice. And then images flowed into her mind. What was darkness is now a growing flame accompanied by the heavy beat of a drum. Visions of an army of monsters marching as fire follows behind them. Walls lined with mortal men bearing the signs of the Twelve prepared to defend themselves. Dragons, giants, kobolds, goblins, drow, duergar, orcs, and more all marched forward to the wall. Stone walls separated the two armies, but quickly torn down by dwarven machines of war. And all while the destruction occurred on the ground, six figures stood above it all. Watching the chaos and destruction from a place of safety.

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After spending the day with Mona and checking in with the rest of my team, I went back home to my apartment building. The weather had worsened, and rain poured down onto the shabby streets and walkways of the Pit. By the time I got back, my entire body was cold and wet. I dried my boots off in the hallway and walked inside my apartment.
Dion was sitting on the sofa in the living room, furiously writing in a journal. There were strange scraps of paper all over the coffee table. He didn't notice me enter. I walked over to the bathroom and changed into a fresh set of clothes. As I walked back into the living room, Dion finally noticed my presence. He looked up from his journal with a tired smile on his face.
"Hey, buddy," he said. "How'd it go with the Chosen Ones today?"
"Not too bad. I've been babysitting some of the other new recruits. It's been pretty easy, actually. What have you been doing? What's all this paper?"
"I discovered something interesting. Here, take a seat and I'll explain everything."
I sat down on a couch across from the coffee table. A strange smile spread across Dion's face as he looked up at me.
"For the last few weeks, I've noticed the aura of some kind of psychic item in the apartment next door. A couple days ago, my curiosity got the better of me. I finally built up the courage to break in and steal it."
"Really? What is it? Where is it?"
"It's the paper! The paper scraps! I found this whole box full of notes like this! It's crazy, man! I've been reading through them, and it took me a while to even understand what they were. But I know what they are now. These notes are a gold mine!"
"What do they say? Are they important?"
"Yeah, man. Our neighbor is an intelligent man. He was studying an ancient book called the Book of Shadows. These are his notes that he wrote while studying the original Book of Shadows!"
"Book of Shadows?"
I'd never heard of anything like that before. I picked up one of the scraps of paper from the coffee table and read it. It was some kind of weird diagram with wobbly writing and symbols all around it.
"This looks really weird. What is this? Are you able to understand this?"
"It's a drawing of a psychic formation. That's what I've been trying to tell you. This is it, man! With this, we can take our powers to the next level! I've pretty much been reading these notes nonstop since I found them. There's so much information in here. I'll fill you in as much as I can, but you might want to wait. I'm rewriting everything, systematizing it. It won't be written in this weird way when I'm done."
It wasn't easy finding information about psychic formations. Formations were techniques to use the energy within psychic materials to strengthen your psychic abilities. Since formations were one of the best ways for a psychic to develop in strength, information about them was carefully controlled by the white and black organizations of the Pit.
Me and Dion had gone to extreme lengths in the past to find a few scraps of information about formations. The most advanced technique we'd learned was called 'core bathing,' but we knew a few more such as 'aura reduction' and the much simpler 'downgrading.' I'd traded away huge quantities of Nuke and psychic materials, made dangerous lifelong enemies, and killed more people than I could count to reach my current level of understanding. My powers were so well-developed that smoking Nuke wouldn't strengthen my abilities at all anymore. Psychic formations were one of the only ways left for me to continue developing my psychic power!
"Dion, you're the greatest!"
"We're all in this together. You, me, and Callie. But man, this is complicated. I don't think I've ever read this much in my entire life."
I looked down at one of the notes. The handwriting was warped and difficult to read. It looked like some kind of list of instructions, but the symbols at the beginning of each line completely confused me.
"Are these are directions for assembling a psychic formation? What does this mean?"
"I haven't got a clue what that one means. I'm learning more and more the longer I read these notes, but I think it's all just kind of getting more complicated as I go along, you know?"
Dion looked frustrated and exhausted. He sighed and set down the notebook he was holding.
"I couldn't sleep last night, man. This is too important. Callie is out there right now trying to get information about the original Book of Shadows. These notes are pretty incomplete, but I've already learned a lot about psychic energy. The person who wrote these notes is really, really smart."
Dion's voice was hoarse and his lips were cracked. I was a little worried about him.
"I think you should take a break, buddy. These notes aren't going anywhere. You need to pace yourself if you want to make any progress. Maybe just get some sleep for a few hours. Hopefully Callie will be back by then too."
Dion didn't argue. He stood up slowly and stretched his arms above his head. His body was limp and he looked at me with glassy eyes.
"Yeah, you're right, man. I won't learn anything new if I'm too tired to think straight. You're so smart, Ghost. I'll see you in a few hours."
Dion slowly made his way to his bedroom, turning out his lights and closing the door behind him. I moved his partially-filled notebooks from the sofa to the coffee table and curled up in a ball on the couch, quickly falling asleep myself.

The Pit, a mystical city overcast by pink and purple smog clouds, is the site of a chaotic free-for-all where criminals are drawn into an all-consuming battle for power and psychic materials. The people of the Pit are obsessed with the drug Nuke which is said to grant mysterious psychic powers. People live among rats, waste, and garbage. The story of the psychic criminal Ghost Knife begins here. In this dark and savage place, Ghost Knife must fight for his life!

The story of a psychic who will do anything to develop his powers.
Ruthless and predatory, he never holds back as he destroys everything in sight!

Besides He Yi, he had also been surrounded and attacked by a group of 'old folks'. Deng Wenchang dared not flare up at them. He could only cast malicious stares at Qiao Nan. So many people were biased toward her. It seemed that, aside from him, Qiao Nan had given everyone else benefits behind his back!
Qiao Nan, who was once again 'shot' without even doing a thing, sneered. She threw another set of materials to Deng Wenchang. "Comrade Deng, this is my assignment. Do you want to take a look at it together?"
"It's the same one?" When Deng Wenchang took it and read it, he realized that Qiao Nan's content was similar to his.
Qiao Nan put down her pen and drank some water to hydrate herself. "Yes, the task yesterday was not that important and the workload was not heavy, so both of us were given the same one. If you are interested, we can look at it together, in case you feel unconvinced in both your heart and mind such that your hands become so limp that you can't even hold your pen properly."
When Qiao Nan wanted him to read it, Deng Wenchang did not want to. "What's there to read? These were obtained through some lowly means. Is it meaningful? There are a few rare words in this material that are seldom used. Also, they are adapted from the Latin language. You must have got it right after someone taught you this. What's there to be smug about?" If someone were to teach him, wouldn't he be 'all red' indeed? 
Qiao Nan shook her head and passed Deng Wenchang a book. "I have not studied abroad and am not very knowledgeable, so I am not sure about the teaching materials for overseas students like you. This book is one of the textbooks of an elective subject in the local foreign language faculty. It's not very popular and a little unorthodox. However, the term that you referred to earlier is taught in this book. This is not considered private coaching but mass teaching. One classroom of people attended the lesson."
Deng Wenchang did not believe Qiao Nan. He took the book and flipped it to verify himself.
It was quite easy to find the term. Qiao Nan had specially placed a bookmark on the page where the term appeared. She was afraid that Deng Wenchang would call her a liar if he could not find it. 
When he flipped Qiao Nan's book, everyone was dazzled by what was before their eyes. That book was originally not thin but it had become extremely thick after Qiao Nan used it. She had pasted little pieces of adhesive notes on those special, uncommon, rare, or interesting phrases, words, sentences, and grammar in the book. 
The handwritten notes on the little pieces of paper had three colors: red, blue, and black. Besides this three-colored handwriting, different highlighters were also used to highlight and differentiate the main points.
There were so many colorful little pieces of notes that one could not help feeling dazed as they were not used to it.
Deng Wenchang's expression changed from a mocking and scornful one to a more serious one. Both had been students before. Judging from Qiao Nan's book, which had gained a lot of weight, Qiao Nan's learning attitude as a student deserved affirmation. These notes were taken by Qiao Nan when she listened to professors during the lessons.
There were also some notes where Qiao Nan did more research on her own as she was not satisfied with the brief elaboration by the professors. She was thorough in seeking information. With such hard work, of course, Qiao Nan would have a more thorough knowledge of the same content. It was so thorough that even an overseas student like Deng Wenchang could not help feeling ashamed.
It was not because of other reasons. Deng Wenchang knew some of the contents written on the little pieces of notes. There were also some that he had never heard of. In normal circumstances, as long as he was aware of the existence of the term and its general meaning and usage, that would do.
For example, gunpowder was one of the four great inventions of China. As a Chinese, it would do as long as Deng Wenchang had a little knowledge of this history. When others brought up this question, he could chat with them a little about it.
Qiao Nan was extremely different. She not only grasped this basic knowledge but also specially researched the background and circumstances where gunpowder first appeared, how it was invented, evolved, and even daringly bought enough materials to conduct an 'experiment' on her own.
This process might seem simple but it made a huge difference in an individual English term. The evolution of a word was not accomplished in one stroke but step-by-step. Like recognizing Chinese words, Deng Wenchang only learned all the simplified language. Qiao Nan had a thirst for learning. She learned both the simplified and traditional way of writing, Khitan scripts, and writing systems of the Qin and Zhao dynasties. 
As such, Qiao Nan could recognize the same word in the different ways that it was written. Similarly, the same-meaning word, regardless of the stage of change that it was at, Qiao Nan would not be misled by the slight differences. On the contrary, she could accurately express the meaning of the word and its usage.
Qiao Nan could not be misled as she had widened her knowledge thoroughly. Deng Wenchang could not achieve something that Qiao Nan could!
As he read, word-by-word, the historical evolution of the word that he had made a mistake on, Deng Wenchang was ghastly pale and he felt like spewing expletives. Where did Qiao Nan, this monster, come from? Damn! Who would have so much spare time to do so much research on just one rare word?
He dared to say that, based on the research of that one word alone, Qiao Nan had definitely read a foreign history book that was as thick as a dictionary. Perhaps she even read more than one of such book.
Damn!
Was she studying foreign languages or foreign histories?
According to these handwritten notes, Qiao Nan was not only proficient in English. She also had some research and knowledge on other foreign languages such as French and Latin. Was this human? Darn, this was clearly a pervert!
If it was possible, Deng Wenchang really wanted to use his stationary to hammer Qiao Nan, this bane, to death. Having been a student for so many years, he had seen many students, but this was his first time encountering a type like Qiao Nan. She really had a huge hole in her brains. There were definitely holes in Qiao Nan's brains. Then, how could people like them who had no holes in the brain win against Qiao Nan? 
This was the first time that Deng Wenchang had to face Qiao Nan's capability and ability directly. Although he did not think that Qiao Nan was smarter than him, he could tell and had to admit that, based on these little note pieces, he could not win in terms of seriousness in learning.
It seemed that Qiao Nan was not just a useless eye-candy.
It was no wonder that He Yi always praised Qiao Nan for doing well after every task. So, it was not just because she was He Yi's little lover. Clearly, Qiao Nan had some capability. That was why He Yi daringly and openly 'endorsed' Qiao Nan in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and let everyone affirm her existence such that she was competing for a position with him. 
"This learning attitude of Xiao Qiao is very good. No wonder the teachers in your school were willing to nominate you for the sponsorship for overseas studies. However, it's fine even if you don't go. Given your learning attitude, there is really not much difference whether you go or not." Those who were in the know held onto her book like it was a rare gem and could not stop staring at it.


Qiao Nan: Crap! I am your biological daughter, yet I am treated as if I was picked up from the streets. In fact, you treat me worse than that!

Mother Qiao: Qiao Nan, you are not as pretty or smart as your elder sister. You are not as blessed as her. You have no right to study, marry, or to have your happiness!

Qiao Nan: Why am I not allowed to study, marry, or to seek my happiness? I will find a man right now and marry him!

Qiao Nan is dumbstruck upon discovering that the man right beside her is a powerful figure in the quad—the person who has the most promising prospects to be the future Chief.

Qiao Nan stares at the well-built man in front of her. He has firm abs and cold, chilling eyes. She swallows the lump in her throat as she says her greetings, "Good Morning, Chief!"

Yi Yun struggled to stand up. He adjusted his torn clothes and said with a wry smile, "Sister Fairy, please don't ridicule me any further. It's clear I lost. The attack I produced was with all my strength, yet you returned a blow at the key moment, sending me flying. It's clear who lost." 

Yi Yun was convinced of his defeat, but the girl shook her head saying, "My level is much higher than yours, so it's totally unfair to battle against you, even if I suppress it. I had originally agreed to use 'Dragon Rib Tiger Bone Fist' to spar with you, but I was forced to use my 'Fairy Maiden Heart Sutra' by you at the last moment."

Lin Xintong was an honest person. Having agreed on using 'Dragon Rib Tiger Bone Fist', she had violated the rules by using another attack, so she had naturally lost.

She also did not explain to Yi Yun why she had lost her concentration during the battle.

When she had crossed fists with Yi Yun for the first time, she had felt a strange energy stay within her body and the energy had even seeped into her broken Yin Meridians. However, she did not feel it when they exchanges blows for the second time.

Lin Xintong was also unsure if it was just an illusion.

If not for losing concentration after the first crossing, she would not have been forced by Yi Yun to use her "Fairy Maiden Heart Sutra"

Upon hearing Lin Xintong's words, Yi Yun was surprised. This girl was indeed special. Any expert like her would be a proud daughter of heaven, and would have never admitted to losing to a kid from the vast wilderness. It was after all something hard for such proud people to accept.

But this girl had admitted that she had lost, even though she had not lost from his point of view.

He turned his head and looked at the fat elder. Yet he saw the fat elder pulling at his beard with a horrible expression.

“What are you looking at?" The fat elder saw Yi Yun looking over and was pissed. He was shocked for how could a plebeian from the Cloud Wilderness be so powerful?

To have such power in the Meridians realm, he would not even be considered weak among the elites of a large family clan.

He had clearly learned "Dragon Rib Tiger Bone Fist" secretly, yet he could display Tendons like Bowstrings, Thunderous Bones. It was practically the same as having mastered the essence of 'Dragon Rib Tiger Bone Fist', not "a thing or two".

What the hell is this? The fat elder had originally said that Yi Yun will be defeated within ten seconds. But till the end, not only had the time passed, even Lin Xintong had admitted defeat!

No way we're losing, we clearly won, alright!

The fat elder was extremely upset. Was his estimations wrong? This kid had only an average body constitution, and had used some treasure to reach the state of Tempered Body. How could he cultivate a technique to such a level?

Maybe he had excellent perception?

In practicing cultivation techniques, besides a person's constitution, one had to have perceptivity.

The importance of perceptivity was just second to constitution. A person with poor perception would learn everything slowly, so even if they had a good constitution, they were destined never to reach a higher realm since there were plenty of things in the martial world that could only be understood, not taught, especially for bottlenecks which could only be overcome by oneself.

In terms of perceptivity, Yi Yun was indeed not bad. On Earth, Yi Yun was good at his studies and had developed intelligence at an early age. Hence, the poor kids of the vast wilderness could not be compared to him.

In addition to him having crossed into this strange world, making Yi Yun experience two lives, all of this made his soul even stronger.

And with the Purple Crystal in his heart, that coolness was providing energy to his soul, and nourishing Yi Yun's spirit continuously.

When he cultivated "Dragon Rib Tiger Bone Fist", he had added some of his own understanding unique to him, creating a situation of necessary success with the ripe conditions.

Seeing the old man's face wrinkled like a peach seed, Yi Yun could not help himself from laughing, but he did not dare to express it on his face, or the old man might explode.

"This is for you!"

Lin Xintong grabbed something from her interspatial wristband and threw an azure light towards Yi Yun.

Yi Yun caught it and realized that it was a book.

The azure book's cover was made of golden silk. Its paper quality was great, and it was well made, making it great to the touch.

On the book cover wrote five words: "Dragon Rib Tiger Bone Fist"!

The five words were written with flair, making it look imposing.

This was the manual to "Dragon Rib Tiger Bone Fist"!

Yi Yun was happy. He had been secretly learning "Dragon Rib Tiger Bone Fist", but as the fat elder said, there had to be holes in the process of secretly learning techniques. Besides, the members of the warrior preparation camp had poor perceptivity, so Yao Yuan had not taught everything about "Dragon Rib Tiger Bone Fist", and he had only taught them the first nine moves. For the remaining moves, Yi Yun did not know a thing.

So Lin Xintong giving him this manual was especially timely!

Yi Yun could not stop touching the azure-colored book. He found that the book possessed a faint fragrance, making it very seductive.

"Eh?"

Yi Yun curiously flipped the manual and realized that the manual consisted of pictures of people in various poses. Beside it was the mantras with notes by the side.

The notes were written with another color, and the font was small. The handwriting was very beautiful and had a mysterious smell associated with it. It was most likely the girl's handwriting.

These notes were clearly added on later and belonged  to the owner of the manual.

Yi Yun was shocked, this had to be Lin Xintong's handwriting.

With Lin Xintong's level of training and her understanding of martial arts, her notes for "Dragon Rib Tiger Bone Fist" would be extraordinary. If he could read it from cover to cover, it would give him great inspiration.

This was the insight Lin Xintong had obtained. And according to her, she had been reading this manual seriously for about half a year.

She had to be carrying this manual close to her all the time.

Yi Yun suddenly realized the value of the book. Although "Dragon Rib Tiger Bone Fist" had been made public by the Tai Ah Divine Kingdom, the book was not valuable, but with Lin Xintong's notes, it was no longer the same.

"Sister Fairy, this book is too valuable. I can't have it. These notes are insights from your own understanding…"

"It's nothing, I already have all my notes memorized. I have read this 'Dragon Rib Tiger Bone Fist' from cover to cover so it’s no longer useful to me. With it, you might be able to get some inspiration."

"This…" Yi Yun accepted the book upon seeing Lin Xintong's insistence. He had really wanted it. It wouldn't only be some inspiration, but a lifesaver. With this book, he could master the entire set of "Dragon Rib Tiger Bone Fist".

As Yi Yun felt guilty accepting the book, the fat elder made an ill-timed comment. "Bah, if you want it, just say so. Stop acting."

Yi Yun choked upon hearing that. This old man was really sarcastic with his words. This had to be a form of revenge. The fat elder and his disciple Lin Xintong had characters that were opposite extremes. It was unknown how they had managed to get along so well.

"Alright, stop looking at me. You have proven your strength. I would accept that you know 'a thing or two' about the Dragon Rib Tiger Bone Fist," said the old man as he stroked his beard. It was an affirmation of Yi Yun's strength.

"Previously, I said that if you could last ten seconds, I would give you a miracle medicine. I'm a person who doesn't go back on his promises…" saying that the old man touched his ring and took out something. It was neither a desolate bone or desolate bone relic, but a black charred head!


With the strongest experts from the 33 Skies the Human Emperor, Lin Ming, and his opponent, the Abyssal Demon King, were embroiled in a final battle. In the end, the Human Emperor destroyed the Abyssal World and killed the Abyssal Demon King. By then, a godly artifact, the mysterious purple card that had previously sealed the Abyssal Demon King, had long since disappeared into the space-time vortex, tunneling through infinite spacetime together with one of Lin Ming’s loved ones.

In the vast wilderness, where martial arts was still slowly growing in its infancy, several peerless masters tried to find their path in the world of martial arts. A young adult named Yi Yun from modern Earth unwittingly stumbles into such a world and begins his journey with a purple card of unknown origin. This is a magnificent yet unknown true martial world! This is the story of a normal young adult and his adventures!!    


Abner was a good looking, handsome boy. In his class every girl wanted to talk with him and lots of students started giving attention to him. 
           
At this stage competition between Charchit and Abner have started. Charchit was the only boy of the class who gets attention but now because of Abner; students give him less attention, this makes Charchit jealous. 

Next day of school - It was maths period, and maths teacher were asking some question to the students; but at that time Lisa was smiling and looking at Charchit . 'maths teacher call Lisa name - Lisa.. Lisa.., but she didn't listen; and then Abner said Lisa sir is calling you. 
                   Lisa suddenly stood up and started reading book, but then she realize that it's a maths book; and then all students start laughing at her. Maths teacher said " keep quiet " Lisa solve this problem on  blackboard. Lisa went slowly to board, but she did not know how to solve that question. that stage was so embracing for Lisa, she looks at Abner and ask him by moving her eyebrows ; that how do I solve this question. Abner  was also did not know that how to solve that question so he start finding that question in book, 
and start telling answer to Lisa by moving his lips and fingers. 

Maths teacher notice that something is going on between them so he tell Abner to solve another question at blackboard . Abner also slowly go to the blackboard and start solving that question. Lisa look at Abner who was near to her, she ask him - tell me also how can I solve this question, Abner said I also don't know that how to solve this question ; I am just moving chalk so that sir will think that I am trying to solve it. 

Maths teacher notice that they are again talking, and both still didn't have solve the question correct; teacher shout at both and ask Charchit to solve both question, 
                       Charchit go to the blackboard with some attitude and solved both question. teacher praised Charchit and tell to Lisa and Abner to stand out of class. 

Lisa and Abner went out of class and start blaming each other - it's your mistake, because of you sir give me punishment, and start a little cute fight; which was looking like two best friends are fighting with each other. 

Charchit notice their fight , he was able to see them from class window coz he was seating near to the window. He was little jealous with him because Abner was the new student and he made a friend too, and they both are looking too cute. 
              and till now he have not made a friend like Abner does. Then, Charchit also ask to sir to go out of class. but sir didn't allow him. 

In next period, teacher ask to all the students to show their notes, but Abner notes were incomplete, so teacher tell to Lisa to help him for completing his notes. 
Abner ask Lisa to give her number to him; but Lisa said there is no need to give number to anyone, you can take my notes and copy it at home. 

Abner said I am not going to write my notes; you will make my notes, I am asking for your number to ask you that my notes have completed or note. 
Lisa said why I will write your notes, am I looking fool to you. 

Abner said - you have to write my notes or I will tell to everyone that you wrote love latter for Charchit. I knew that you have a crush on Charchit. 
Lisa said - no I don't have crush on him; how can you say that I have a crush on him. 
Abner said, I noticed it at the maths period, you were smiling and staring at him ; so complete my notes or I will tell to everyone that you have written a love letter for charchit, and give me your number. 

Lisa give her number to him in a rude way and tell him to don't tell anyone that I have a crush on him. 








Making notes is another effective tip for a healthy study. 

I prefer writing on a paper rather than on your mobile phones or laptops. When you write , you remember better.

Come on! We can't make mental notes of literally everything can we? Nah. I don't really think so!


Plus don't think that , "I don't need to write any notes I can borrow it from a friend." no offence , But this is absolutely nonsense. 


Need a reason? Oh yes. I have it. The reason is : Only you can understand your notes.


the way you write them you know what each thing means and each and every alphabet means which is written by you.


Others cannot get it. Usually people have messy notes and I totally prefer to make them messy , not intentionally of course!


But notes are meant to be messy , friends! If you start designing them and waste time , You won't be able to note down anything!


Notes are just for your help and not for others or your teachers to see. So no need to design them too much and try to make your handwriting beautiful as no one is there to judge you.


In fact , Write as much fast as you want and one more important point , NEVER make them too LONG. 


I expect you to take notes but not note down the whole chapter dude! It's very tiring as you already have the book. Then why wasting your time with writing the whole thing again?



Only and ONLY write IMPORTANT points.
Not need for extra information. Notes should be enough for you to know the main points of a chapter or a topic without reading the book and it should contain both detailed and brief information but in a limit.



Make mind maps. Yes , make them. Don't forget the flowcharts too! Again asking why? Yep! I have an answer enough to satisfy you and convince you.


Mind maps and flowcharts are very beneficial because they can describe the whole topic with common symbols and drawings which makes it 100% easy for you to understand.



So without reading complicated explanations make a mind map and solve all your problems!

-Editing is in progress-

Studying is an art, but if you try it's probably not that hard!

Did you ever feel that you are frustrated because of the overload of studying for finals?

Did you ever feel like everything is just going out of your head like smoke from a chimney?

If you ever felt all that, This book might be just for you!
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