The Angelic Race of Angels and Gods divided in the last year of the great caliber dynasty.  

Once in harmony, the two races created two heavens, divided the abilities of the universe, and consolidated their powers in the lower words based on a structure of worship given to the plebians of society.

Those who follow the path of the angel gain one of the classes of angels.

Those who follow the path of gods gain one of the classes of gods.

By defying the heavens, Allan, however, may make his own.

imagine a new life where you as an extremely hard worker in society at a young age and massive wealth...

*you done?..good*

you suddenly died at the hands of a drunk buttler of yours who knocked you dead with your sons baseball bat that just happened to be laying nearby...
*sigh*

your now in a new world apparently and your life is now being explained to you by a semi-transparent floating message saying...

congrats!! youre now a player! :)

I am dropping this novel. I never plan to restart it again. I had showed my novel to several people and wanted some honest feedback but what I got was negative. I have lost the confidence to write this novel.
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the main character has a sort of messed up system. so don't expect him to grow stronger 24/7 but he gets both weaker and stronger depending on his system's decisions...
he even loses the ability to control some of his abilities. just bear with me and don't have anger issues
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current race: death.
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the Mc isn't the only character I will focus on...there are other side stories that I may bring up for the background of everybody in the Mc's party...sometimes stray jokes.

In the land dominated by demi gods and dragon lords a boy born of a demon and a human struggle to survive, and to prove that he deserves his life.

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// More Info as the story progresses

The World has 14 Realms - 7 upper realms and 7 lower realms. Here, six of the seven upper realms together compose the Heaven, the remaining one being Earth. Similarly, the six of the seven lower realms compose Hell while the other one being Underworld where mindless demons/dead humans inhibit. Mindless demons are demons with no intelligence and do things by their instincts.

7 UPPER REALMS:

1st Upper Realm - Truth Realm: This is the realm where all the ones who have attained Godhood live. Gods are beings who have evolved their soul to God's heart and have imprinted it with an Element. This grants them immortality and unimaginable power. It has a non-destructive prison called "The Devil's Paradise" where the Devils captured during the Great God-Demon War are imprisoned.
2nd Upper Realm - Cultivation Realm: This is the realm where the ones who have yet to attain Godhood but are already Demi-God live. Demi-Gods are beings who have amassed immense soul power and cultivate their souls in this realm. They have yet to imprint their souls with any element.
3rd Upper Realm - Soul Realm
4th Upper Realm - The God Battlefield: This Realm is connected to the 4th Lower Realm The Devil Battlefield.
5th Upper Realm - Spirit Realm
6th Upper Realm - Human Realm
7th Upper Realm - Earth

7 LOWER REALMS:

7th Lower Realm - Underworld
6th Lower Realm - Demon Realm
5th Lower Realm - Corruption Realm
4th Lower Realm - The Devil Battlefield: This Realm is connected to the 4th Upper Realm The God Battlefield.
3rd Lower Realm - Death Law Realm
2nd Lower Realm - Annihilation Realm: This is the realm where the ones who have yet to become a Devil but are already Semi-Devil live. Semi-Devils are beings who have amassed immense death law power and annihilate their death law in this realm. They have yet to imprint their death law with any element.
1st Lower Realm - Deception Realm: This is the realm where all the Devils live. Devils are beings who have evolved their death law to Devil's heart and have imprinted it with an Element. This grants them immortality and unimaginable power. It has a non-destructive prison called "The God's Paradise" where the Gods captured during the Great God-Demon War are imprisoned.

The Upper Realms of Heaven have more authority over the 7 upper realms while the Lower Realms of Hell have more authority over the 7 lower realms. Most of the people on the 7th upper realm - Earth are oblivious to the existence of the remaining realms. Earth is devoid of any spiritual power and most of them dismiss anything related to spirituality. Similarly, most of the demons on the 7th lower realm - Earth are oblivious to the existence of the remaining realms. Earth is devoid of any spiritual power and most of them dismiss anything related to spirituality.

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A man who was the bane of this world. A man despised by all 14 realms. This man was the reason for the mutually non-interfering 7 Upper Realms and 7 Lower Realms fought the Great God-Devil War. This man who was the result of consummation between a God and a Devil, both closely related to the Immortal God of Truth and the Eternal Devil of Deception respectively. Both are the two most powerful beings in the entirety of existence who were on par with each other during the Great God-Demon War and their fight ended the War with innumerable casualties on both sides and similar small scale battles happen all the time on the 4th Upper and Lower Realms which are connected to each other.

To learn more about this man closely related to all the fourteen realms of existence, read this novel: About the one changes the fate of everyone by gathering the Space and Time Artifact and with the aid of Reality System, becomes the Master of Creation and Annihilation, SPACE-TIME OVERLORD!

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Su Muran kicked her shoes off forcefully in a fit of anger, her pretty face distorted by an angry grimace. She was seething. She wanted to kill someone. But there was nothing she could do. 
Nothing could take away Yan Huan's ambassadorial opportunity now, not even Su Muran. Despite her status and wealth, it just wasn't possible for the Su Family to lay a finger on Yan Huan.
And Yan Huan had taken the offer too. It was a generous offer, no doubt, but fame was the more appealing factor here, rather than sky-high pecuniary gains.
She was going to be the first Eastern face of the brand.
Her face had finally gone international, and in a way, she did her country proud, for this was a position the entire Asian continent vied for. Yan Huan, getting it out of the blues, felt like a stroke of good luck.
The advertisement took Yan Huan an entire month to shoot. By the time it would be released, her fame would once again be at its zenith, and she planned to leverage that fame by shooting a new movie. 
She still lacked the funds to give shape to her skyscraper. She wasn't thinking of getting back the money she invested in the Ye Family either, not when they needed money the most. She wouldn't backstab anyone. Others might do it, but she wouldn't.
As she busied herself with the endorsement, the new Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils begun its shooting. At the start of the shoot, Su Muran and Lu Qin wasn't stingy with the distribution of their "dog fodder", flirting and flaunting their relationship at every possible opportunity, regardless of whether the romance between them was real or not.
The new Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils wasn't exactly trending, despite the additional traffic generated from Su Muran and Lu Qin's stunts. There were upcoming films from other directors, after all, which likely contributed to the waning exposure of the film. But Yan Huan believed it was merely the calm before the storm.
And right she was. Soon, a story of Lu Qin getting injured surfaced, along with how Su Muran had taken care of him meticulously, surfaced on the Internet, along with many photos of her nursing him. Whether it was done out of true love, ulterior motives, or merely a publicity stunt, the new Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils managed to return to public view and enjoyed a spurt in fame.
And who could truly say what was real or fake in the entertainment world?
Yan Huan caressed Little Lei's buttocks, which were round and tender like a freshly-plucked peach. She almost wanted to take a bite of it.
Little Lei kicked his short, stout legs back and forth in dismay, then rolled over and wriggled forward energetically like a caterpillar. 
"Yee-ya…" The little fella bit his finger and beamed at Yan Huan. Maybe he knew her, since Yan Huan brought interesting playthings and tasty food, which unfortunately only consisted of powdered milk, on every visit.
And powdered milk would continue to be his only source of sustenance for the next few years, so he would be better off being content and not covet more refined tastes.
"Are you going to act again?" asked Yi Ling, prodding at her son's ripe, tender cheeks. She had heard about Yan Huan's latest designs.
"Yup. It's a movie that's going to be aired during the New Year season."
"This has been in motion for a while already, eh?" asked Yi Ling, extending her legs to block off Little Lei so he couldn't escape her entrapment
Little Lei didn't give much of a struggle either. Sucking on one thumb, he fell asleep readily on the bed. His tiny limbs were firm and powerful, as expected from Lei Qingyi's son. In the future, he will also grow up to resemble a utility pole.
And now back to what Yi Ling said earlier.
She got it right. Yan Huan had been eyeing for the New Year slots for a while already. She needed money. A lot of them. She still had a skyscraper to build.
She made a move.
"If I can make 2 billion with this, there would be no problems raising the Lin Lang skyscraper office."
"Mhm, it's a good idea," said Yi Ling, giving her a pat on the shoulder. "You have my mental support."
"I don't need that," said Yan Huan. To Yan Huan, those things were superficial. Like Lu Yi, she was practical these days.
"What do you need then? Something…physical?" asked Yi Ling playfully.
Yan Huan rolled her eyes. "What good would that serve me?"
"Hmm-hmm…" Yi Ling pinched Yan Huan's cheeks, forcefully.
"Fine, how about I manage your logistics and bring you packed meals every day after the shooting begins?"
"That's more like it," said Yan Huan. She actually needed someone to fill that position. She wasn't poor and wouldn't fuss over a few dollars, but during that special phase, she wanted all of their limited budget to go into the expenses of filming and not anywhere else.
There was always the option of looking for sponsors, but she wasn't planning on doing that at the moment. She knew she had to be patient to lure the big fish. The road she paved before this was for this very purpose.
Another reason behind giving Yi Ling the logistics position was to busy herself with something. They always said that a woman who gives birth once will become dull-witted for the next three years. Yan Huan feared that it might be true and cause Yi Ling to lose touch with society. If that happened, she would forever be only a mother, her own careers and passions forsaken.
She knew Yi Ling's disposition too well. Besides, self-confidence helps a woman stay young.
When she got home, Lu Yi was still busy with his work. He liked his new laptop a lot. It was a handy laptop, built with the best hardware and boasting ultra-light weight, one of the best in the world. 
"Welcome back," said Lu Yi, standing up as he set the laptop on the table.
Yan Huan tossed her handbag on the sofa and walked up habitually to give him a hug.
"Tired?" asked Lu Yi, realizing that her muscles were tense when he caressed her shoulders. 
"I'm fine," Yan Huan let out a pleased sigh as Lu Yi's large hands massaged the acupuncture points on her shoulders. Lu Yi knew a little about massaging, and the amount of force he used was just right. Yan Huan liked the feeling of his hands on her shoulders.
It was comfortable, and it put her at ease.
"I'll be shooting a movie soon. A New Year title."
"Anything I can do to help?" Lu Yi lifted her up and ensconced her on his lap. A tired woman deserved a good rest.
Yan Huan locked her arms around his waist and pressed her face against his chest.
"I don't have enough budget," she complained, pouting. The investment amount needed this time had exceeded her expectations by far. She had been taking on an insane amount of endorsement offers, yet it wasn't enough.
"I'll come up with something," said Lu Yi, massaging her shoulders steadily and rhythmically. She felt as though she was asleep, in the white clouds, where it was soft and light and white and clean.


For his sake, she was willing to abandon her career as the best actress and be his wife. With her own network, money and unscrupulous methods, she helped him rise to the top of the world. He, on the other hand, held another woman in his embrace and kicked her away with no mercy. It turned out that all he ever wanted was her rare blood type, her six-month-old child's cord blood. It was her life... When she opened her eyes again, she returned to her 20-year-old self. Time repeated and her life rewound. In this life, she would live well.

Over the next few days, every time Happy logged out of the game, he did something else other than eat—switching on his computer to browse through South China Martial Arts Ranking Board to look at the changes and learn of the guides and news his university mates uploaded. 
Even though he had already experienced all of this before, being able to recollect what had happened in the past and read into the events that had transpired before in such a direct manner still brought great enjoyment to Happy. It also brought great nostalgia…
At that point in time, the number of people who had registered in South China Martial Arts Ranking Board had jumped from the initial three hundred or so people to around one thousand seven hundred people. There were hundreds of students who would join the website every day, and its popularity rose continuously. 
Happy noticed that his ranking had dropped. He was originally placed around the two hundreds, but now, he had dropped to around one thousand and six hundred. There were more than one hundred and fifty people whose highest ranked martial art had already reached the ninth realm, which showed just how terrifying were university students' drive and zeal. 
The other three boys in Happy's dorm fared quite well. They were ranked in the top five hundreds, especially Qi Ci's Young Lonely Seven. He actually had a martial art that had already reached the tenth realm, and he was ranked very high, at the seventh place. 
This discovery caused Happy to be incredibly embarrassed. 
He had thought that his tenth realm Shaolin's Long Fist, which he had hidden all this while, could allow him to stay a little longer at the top ranks of the ranking board once he keyed in the information, but apparently even if he did key in his information, he would have eight other people who surpassed his rank in just one night. 
Brother Tea Words, who was at the top of the ranking board, had registered four ninth realm martial arts and one tenth realm martial art. When Happy saw this, he could not help gasping in admiration. 
This person was indeed so strong that he was not a human. 
The game had only just started, and he already had four ninth realm martial arts as well as one tenth realm martial art. Once he reached a breakthrough for all of them and entered Grandmaster Realm, his qi would increase by twenty points at the very least. 
'Looks like World of Martial Arts will soon be the world for players who have entered Gate Realm.'
Happy sucked in a deep breath. His mind was shocked awake when he remembered something!
Soon after some players' qi reached the first qi realm, World of Martial Arts had launched a story quest of an unprecedented scale, and the rewards involved were very comprehensive and varied. To Happy, who had played the game before, this was incredibly attractive. 
More importantly, it was because of that story quest that the players from the sects in World of Martial Arts, regardless of whether they were big or small sects, and whether they had laid dormant in the game or not, would begin engaging each other in bloody fights. They would all walk down the crazed and passionate path of martial artists. 
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In truth, Chen Fan was very good at making websites. With just a few days of management, he had managed to categorize many of the posts in South China Martial Arts Ranking Board, showing that he had a lot of ways to handle the website. He managed it so well that the users of the website could understand how to navigate it at first glance. 
Some of the practical posts had also had their functions verified, and an "excellent" tag was added to the post so that they became even more eye-catching. 
Furthermore, a pretty good and very important function had also been added to the website. 
Chen Fan had expanded the website and made a Members' Elegance Zone. All registered members could upload outstanding screenshots and videos that they took in World of Martial Arts to that area. 
Right after this function was launched, it immediately attracted a number of members to walk down the road of uploading screenshots and videos. They continuously saved the scenes and experiences that they believed were the best of what they encountered in World of Martial Arts. 
"Happy." Bai Lang returned to the dorm right then. He saw the boy sitting in front of his computer, and he was instantly amused. "Why are you grinning so stupidly? Looking at pretty girls?"
"Go away. Am I that kind of person?" The person Bai Lang spoke to rolled his eyes. 
"And you say you're not looking at a pretty girl? Heh heh, you brat, you must have received news as well. Why are you looking at me like that? Don't go thinking you can deny this now. Young Yu Yan is the name the girl of your dreams, Xu Xin, chose in World of Martial Arts." 
While Bai Lang spoke, he began sighing with a myriad of emotions welling in him all on their own. "Tsk, tsk, I have to say, with Xu Xin's personality and temper, she is indeed like Wang Yuyan from Demi-gods and Semi-devils. She is delicate, which stirs up pity and feelings of tenderness in others. She's so feminine as well. I wonder which lucky bastard will end up dating her in the future."
Happy was stunned. 
Young Yu Yan was indeed Xu Xin's in-game name in World of Martial Arts. In his previous life, because of the awkward accident with the umbrella, he had never had the courage to meet her again. Thus, they seldom came into contact with each other. 
Later on, he heard that there seemed to be a lot of people who tried to woo her in World of Martial Arts. In fact, she was secretly dubbed as Beauty Yu [1] in the Hundred Flowers Chart in World of Martial Arts. 
As for which jerk ended up dating her…
Happy scowled. He did not remember any news of Xu Xin getting herself a boyfriend in his past. When he saw the name of Young Yu Yan again, he recalled the events from his previous life carefully and remembered that there was also a vibrant heart of a martial artist under all the delicate mannerisms of Xu Xin. 
Wang Yuyan. Young Yu Yan…
So Xu Xin had actually turned herself into the weakest and most delicate woman in Demi-gods and Semi-devils who needed to depend on others the most. 
But was the person she was going to rely on going to be Murong Fu [2] of Gusu City, or Duan Yu [3], the crown prince of Dali Kingdom [4]? Or would she rely on herself?
There was no way for him to know this!
Happy smiled faintly. He suddenly remembered something. He was just a normal secular disciple of Shaolin in his previous life, and he did not have much contact with Xu Xin. But in this life, he was a member of the Murong Clan. He might have a chance to come into contact with Young Yu Yan. 
"Oh please, my darling Happy, could you not smile so stupidly? I feel like the pressure on me has become greater!"
Bai Lang shuddered in a very exaggerated manner and shook his head. He no longer bothered about a certain someone who just continued smiling foolishly. He kicked off his shoes and climbed onto his bunk. 
Happy was speechless. He rolled his eyes and did not bother to respond. 
While Bai Lang lay down on his bed, he asked without any malicious intentions. "Oh, by the way, Happy, how many martial arts have you learned?"
Happy was stunned for a moment, then answered, "Hmm… two."
Lancet Knife Throwing Technique was considered a skill using hidden weapons, and such skills were incredibly difficult to level up. Thus, they should not be considered as martial arts, or that was what Happy thought. 
"That's too few. But it's good that you're specializing in something as well. The higher the realm of your martial art, the more qi you will gain. What's the highest realm of your martial arts? I've reached ninth realm, by the way." 
Bai Lang's tone was one of calmness, as if he was absolutely not surprised by this fact. To him, it would already be great that a nerd like Happy could learn the basics of a certain martial art. His expectations for him were not high. 
"Tenth realm for Shaolin's Long Fist," Happy answered without even turning his head around. There was no reason why he should hide this fact. 
But not a single peep was heard from behind him even after a long time had passed…
He turned his head around and looked back to find that Bai Lang had already put on his helmet to enter the game. It was unknown whether he had heard what Happy had said. 
Happy felt extremely put out and rolled his eyes. He turned his head around and continued searching for the information he needed. 
In truth, he could not be considered to be looking for information. Instead, he was hoping to find news regarding the situation near Gusu City from South China Martial Arts Ranking Board. 
As he had expected, his Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Sword had swiftly reached the ninth realm, but the progress of his Lancet Knife Throwing Technique was slow during the last couple days, but that was because throwing knives were considered a hidden weapon. Not only was their accuracy rate incredibly low, throwing knives were also consumables. He could not retrieve them and continue using them. 
Every time he practiced the technique, he had to throw a throwing knife and hit his target if he wanted to increase his progress bar and level up. If he missed, he would not gain any experience, and that was the same as throwing his money into water. 
Happy had already spent around 48,000 Ban Liangs outside Gusu City before he finally leveled up the skill up to the eighth realm. All the money he had earned previously that had made him a little rich was instantly gone like the wind. 
The only thing that gave Happy some degree of satisfaction was that the requirements for a hidden weapons technique were as high as the requirements to increase one's qi realm!
He had looked for local rascals every single day and caused them trouble day and night by throwing away tons of money as if it were just pieces of paper. From this, his qi had increased by leaps and bounds from its initial four point something to the current eight point something. 
If it were not for this discovery, Happy would have gone on strike a long time ago so that he could stop the money from flowing out from his wallet. 
It was also because of this that he had to search for information about NPCs that were stronger than local rascals. He had to see whether there was a way to increase his Lancet Knife Throwing Technique to the ninth realm. 
The lousy local rascals could no longer take more than a few knives when he used the Lancet Knife Throwing Technique at the eighth realm. If he let his guard down for a moment and threw a few more knives, his happy life would come to an end, and he would no longer have any rascals to serve as his free and endless EXP in the future. 
This situation troubled Happy to no end. 
Translator's Note:
[1] Beauty Yu: concubine of the warlord Xiang Yu, who competed with Liu Bang.　　
[2] Wang Yuyan and Murong Fu: Both characters in Demi-gods and Semi-devils. They are cousins, and Wang Yuyan is originally obsessed with Murong Fu. 
[3] Duan Yu: Also a character from Demi-gods and Semi-devils. In some renditions, Wang Yuyan ends up with Duan Yu. 
[4] Dali Kingdom: a kingdom situated in modern Yunnan province, China from 937 until 1253 when it was conquered by the Mongols.


When he returned to the World of Martial Arts, the game was filled with blood and battles! Chen Kaixin had chased after the footsteps of the one emperor, two empresses, three princes, seven dukes, and thirteen aces for three years, but during the eve of the Sword Among Us tournament in Mount Hua, he was ambushed by evil bastards, and was killed so much that his level dropped to that of a newbie. He completely lost the chance to join the ranks of the powerful players in the game! In great disappointment, Kaixin quit the game and got drunk so that he could forget his sadness, but during that stormy night, Chen Kaixin found that he had actually dreamed for a total of three years, because when he woke up again, he woke up to three years ago, when he was still a student. 

Before I go to sleep I just wanted to say that this story will be filled with many mythical creatures and deity races the best way to find pictures is by searching up immortal mountain bestiary on the internet or the name of the beast mentioned in the novel..
  There will be heaven swallowing sparrows dragons phoenixes xuanwus pi xuis and all maybe all eight races from the Demi-gods and semi-devils
   Most of which are mythical beasts that will only be seen at the heavenly realm arc or some lesser mythical beasts might show up in the adventure in the lower realms...
   If you have any ideas or things from Chinese myth you want to recommend just say it...
   Btw mc won't become an alchemist I feel like it's boring and most novels only use it to rise up chapter or for filler...
   This story will have crazy amounts of beasts from the myths and also original immortals like sun wukong, the jade emperor, Buddha's and bodhisatvas and other immortal and celestial races like Fuxi's primordial beings born from the chaos of the world and many other strange beats ...
  If you are all about the Chinese myths then this is a book for you..

The Celestial emperor Wang Lin of the Celestial realm was surrounded by many Celestials at the peak of the Celestial realm...He was killed that day, but heaven gave him another chance and he was reborn as a majestic Crane!!
  With his heaven-defying talent and comprehension he will Ascend The Heavens!!!
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   I will upload at least 1 chapter a day because of school but on the weekends I will upload more... 
   I thank anyone who is reading this book and to also comment so I can keep going..
  This book is eastern fantasy type book with cultivation immortals beasts and divine beasts and gods..
  Also the main character Wang Lin is not gay.. don’t judge him because of the ice and lotuses I wanted to try something new


 Some people don’t like the way I write and I get that but I am trying to improve in my writing since this is my first time actually enjoying to read and write

All ten of his fingers were dancing and moving along like shadows. They were moving up and down repeatedly with quick and brisk movements. His fingers were moving so fast that it was impossible to clearly see its movements with the human eyes. 
Fast!
Extremely fast!
Zhang Ming's eyes were burning with excitement, and he was fully focused on Qin Yang whose fingers were moving across the piano. He was looking at Qin Yang as if he had found a precious treasure.
(Feux Follets) was a piece that required light movements with a touch of mischief. It demanded flexibility in the fingers, and the two-tone skills made it even more difficult. It was impossible for any ordinary person to keep up with its tempo, but Qin Yang who was sitting right in front of him had no problem with it at all!
It was as if his hands were weightless and had become a shadow. One by one, the brisk notes were continuously bursting out and being put into a stream that was moving lightly and smoothly.
Zhang Ming was helping Qin Yang turn the pages while carefully listening to Qin Yang's repertoire.
Qin Yang was indeed playing 'Feux Follets', and his fingers were moving along with the required speed and flexibility. However, just as he had mentioned before this, he might be able to play it, but it lacked the charm and even sounded a little abrupt.
Honestly, no one could blame him for this. Ordinary people would never have fingers this flexible, and it was also quite impossible for them to play this quickly. But Qin Yang was different from the others. He had studied music before and has a good sense of music as well. Plus, he was a martial artist who understood the concept of 'qi'. Most martial artists like him would be referred to as cultivators. Therefore, his physique, reaction speed, and flexibility would also be very different when compared to ordinary people.
With Qin Yang's current ability, it was impossible for him to play the top ten hardest compositions in the world, but he was just like Kumachi from the novel, Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, who used the 72 Shaolin Stunts. Even though he looked invincible, in fact, he still lacked the embodiment.
Zhang Ming, as an expert in the music industry, would obviously notice the difference between Qin Yang and a true piano grandmaster. But even so, Zhang Ming still looked unexpectedly excited.
A piano repertoire, or even any music performances, requires a certain amount of talent. If you are not talented enough, no matter how hard you practice, there is a limited height to which you can achieve. At most, under the same circumstances, those who are more hardworking can achieve a little more than those who are lazy.
As the saying goes, success equals to ninety-nine percent hard work and one percent inspiration. Everyone focuses on the ninety-nine percent hard work and emphasizes it, but in fact, it is the last one percent inspiration that is so much more important than the effort.
Qin Yang was definitely someone who was musically talented and has already achieved a certain level. Just like in the novel, Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, when Hui Juk was forcibly enhanced by the Initiation of Daigo, he may not know how to use his skills, but it is undeniable that he is already a master!
With a little guidance and training, Qin Yang could get to know his talents and abilities. If he is able to use these in his compositions, he would definitely be one of the best in the music industry!
He even has hope for being the next grandmaster!
When Qin Yang finished the last two notes of the piece, he lifted his hands and let out a long breath. He stretched both of his hands which were about to cramp, looked at Zhang Min, and said with a bitter smile, "It's really tiring to play pieces like these…"
Zhang Ming nodded his head in agreement. "It is truly very tiring, but you played it really well. It was great! It was really great!"
　
Zhang Ming continuously complimented Qin Yang in order to express his appreciation and commendation. He looked at Qin Yang with a frown and was a little hesitant.
Qin Yang smiled and said, "You flatter me, Professor Zhang, I was just forcefully playing it. I am still an amateur compared to those grandmasters."
Zhang Ming smiled. "Well, it wasn't that bad. As long as you have enough practice and get used to these kinds of compositions, you will slowly feel it, and the charm to it will come along as well."
Qin Yang nodded and smiled. "I still have to study, and there are other things that have to do. Even though I've learned the piano, I don't have any plans with it. I just took it as a hobby, as a way to pass time."
Zhang Ming's eyes widened in surprise, disbelief written all over his face. "You are gifted with the talent for the piano. Why don't you continue playing it professionally? Since your master has already used years to train you to this point, that proves that he must be a master in music. He should also be able to see that you are talented; it's a waste if you're just doing it as a hobby."
Qin Yang laughed as he said, "Master only taught me how to play, but he never asked me to achieve anything with it. To him, playing the piano is just a way of train... entertainment, a way to learn how to relax and express ourselves…"
Qin Yang had almost blurted out the word training. Luckily, he was quick enough to change it.
In fact, when Qin Yang's master had been training him, it had not only consisted of the usual boxing and physical training. Using what his master has said, cultivation can be done in all aspects of life, and there isn't one specific way to do it. Playing the piano and drawing can also be used as training, and even the most basic movements like walking was a way of cultivation as well. You will only be able to achieve great heights when you acknowledge these.
Well, because of how Qin Yang has integrated cultivation into his daily life, it made it much easier for him to learn other skills, for example, playing the piano. Well, of course, it wasn't only just the piano. As long as he understood the concept, he could apply it anywhere.
When Zhang Ming heard Qin Yang's explanation, there was a throbbing pain in his chest. It was as if a pearl that was supposed to shine bright like a diamond was buried in the ground like rubble.
What a waste of talent!
If Qin Yang's standards were only as far as how he had played the Symphony of Fate, then Zhang Ming would at most feel only a little regretful. Since he already had a master and had no plans of playing the piano professionally, then Zhang Ming wouldn't force him as well, but now… the situation was completely different.
Qin Yang was like a gemstone that had not been polished. He only needed a little polishing, and he would become the shiniest diamond. However, Qin Yang and his master were just about to let this talent go to waste. As a musician, he was very reluctant to let this happen.
Since Qin Yang had already put it this way, he no longer wanted to beat around the bush and directly said, "Are you interested in learning the piano with me? It won't take up too much of your time. I believe that you will only need a few years time, and you will be the next rising star in the music industry. In the future, you may even be the next grandmaster!"
As Qin Yang looked at Zhang Ming's face that was filled with excitement and hearing his voice that was filled with sincerity, he felt touched. Zhang Ming was a well-known professor, while he was just a freshman in university. However, Zhang Ming was being so sincere about taking him as a student.
Qin Yang pursed his lips and apologized, "Professor Zhang, thank you for the appreciation and invite, but I already have a master…"
Before Qin Yang could say anything, Zhang Ming interrupted him in an annoyed tone, "Your master will still be your master, you don't have to call me your master. If you want, you can just call me Teacher, or if Professor Zhang sounds better to you, you can even call me that. You have other lecturers in school anyways, don't you call them teacher as well?"
　
Zhang Ming continued even before Qin Yang could answer him, "If you are worried about what your master might think, you can give me his number and I'll talk to him. I wouldn't make it difficult for you, okay?"


A mysterious faction that passed down for thousand years, with only one successor per generation.
To make up for the regrets of his master, Qin Yang stepped into the campus of Zhonghai University, and a legend began...

There was a whooshing sound as everyone's gaze turned to Fan Xian. He smiled bashfully and cupped his hands. He did not pass himself off as an artist; after all, he was Fan Xian, not Fan Wei.[1] 
The Crown Prince looked at him and almost began to laugh. He couldn't believe what Miss Fan had said. A ten-year-old might be able to write good poetry, but to meticulously weave together such a poem as this? It wasn't possible. He figured Fan Xian had written it the night before and gave it to Fan Ruoruo to pull out at the poetry contest in order to wow everyone. 
He wasn't angry; on the contrary, he was quite intrigued that someone as seemingly carefree as Fan Xian could write such a poem. 
Fan Xian had no idea what the Crown Prince was thinking. The poem was from a poet in his previous world named Meng Haoran, who had written it to suck up to the minister Zhang Jiuling. It was of a far higher standard than the people at the contest, so he was confident that he had satisfied his father's wishes. 
Looking at the people around him, Guo Baokun began to get angry. He could never have imagined that this young man, all beauty and no brains, could write such a poem to save his skin. He wasn't willing to let the matter lie. He laughed coldly. "Who knew  Brother Fan was such a fine writer? Such work... and written at the tender age of ten."
His words made it clear that he did not believe that the poem was written by Fan Xian. 
Fan Xian sighed. Why did people always have to press him on such matters? When it came to composing poetry, in this world, who could be his match? After all, he had the works of the poets Li Bai, Du Fu, and Su Shi on his side, and a mastery of five thousand years of poetic tradition. He laughed. "I never write compositions on set topics."
Guo Baokun regarded Fan Xian's thoroughly confident manner and gritted his teeth as he spoke. "Then Brother Fan, I invite you to write on a topic of your choosing, and let all of the capital bear witness to your brilliance."
Fan Xian frowned and glanced coolly at this troublesome scholar. He wrote down a poem, then left the garden, asking the servants to escort him to the latrine. 
A single poem is recited in a resounding voice that stuns the garden and forces the defeated enemy into retreat.
The poem he wrote was powerful and resonant. The entire garden was stunned; his victory had been absolute. 
After a bout of cheering, everyone was still pondering its meaning. Guo Baokun's face went a pale green color, and he was unable to speak. The Crown Prince felt unable to hold his fan without incurring Fan Xian's judgement on his character. He closed it shut with a bang, and read the poem aloud.
"The ape cries out in the windy skies. Birds circle round the islet of clear white sand. Trees shed leaves endlessly, rustling down. The great river surges on ceaselessly. Ten thousand miles in sorrowful autumn, always someone’s guest. A hundred years of ailments, I climb the terrace alone. With much suffering, I regret my white temples. Frustratingly, I stop drinking my murky wine.."
...
...
"Sorrow, clarity, ceaselessness, endlessness, ten thousand miles, autumn, guests, one hundred years, sickness, loneliness, and the worries of all eternity; all of these condensed into a single cup of wine! Bravo! Bravo!" The Crown Prince praised him loudly, before realizing how overly-carefree he must have looked. In fact, he was feeling sad about his father. He wasn't sure why, but he felt a certain heartache and a powerful sorrow. He shook his head and said nothing for a long while. 
Some time later, he came to a realization: Fan Xian was so young; even if his life had been miserable, how could he say that the hair on his temples was white, and he had suffered so much illness? It was something he couldn't understand. It didn't make any sense at all. But everyone was still lost in the atmosphere of the poem. Watching the sunset, whether rich or poor, brings to one’s mind the impermanence of life, the inevitability of loss. And so everyone had simply forgotten any of the discrepancies between the poem and Fan Xian's own life. 
And no one doubted that it was his work. After all, no one but an expert in the world of poetry could write such a thing. An expert would not be willing to write such a poem even on behalf of the Emperor, let alone on behalf of the young son of the Fan family. 
"With this poem, even if Master Fan decided never to write again, it would not matter," sighed Crown Prince Jing. The scholars by the lake remained speechless. They all knew that none of them could ever write a finer poem, and so the whole contest fell silent as a result of Fan Xian's work. They never even noticed that the author had already slipped away. 
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In all honesty, the poem fit neither the time nor circumstances, but Fan Xian felt a desperate need to relieve himself, so he quickly wrote down something he had memorized just so he could finish off his enemy. He had relieved himself of two burdens: the first being that scoundrel Guo Baokun; the other, more-urgent one being from when he had drunk a little too much in his earlier boredom. 
Hiking up his pants as he left the toilet, he gave a sigh of relief, fastened his belt, took a towel from the servant and wiped his hands. On his way back, he came across a beautiful plant nursery that was filled with soft green leaves and delicate flowers. He felt the energy of life itself underneath the tall trees beneath the evening light. 
He turned and asked the servant whether it was possible for him to go in and look around. The servant knew that this was the older brother of the Fan family. Fan Xian’s younger sister, and the younger brother, Fan Sizhe, had before run around the grounds of the prince's mansion as he pleased. Naturally, he could not say no, and so he respectfully replied that it would be no problem.
Fan Xian was quite pleased and sent the servant away as he walked into the nursery and looking around. He discovered that the nursery was lacking the rare flowers beloved by rich families; instead, a number of plants were there that he could not name. They were crude and awkward-looking, possibly wild herbs or crops. 
He was curious. The Crown Prince's family mansion was extraordinary, and yet they had planted these things. 
As he wandered around the garden, the sunlight was still bright, but the sky above him was obstructed by a canopy of trees, so all seemed peaceful. He could hear the lively chirping of birds returning to their nests, and surrounded by such greenery, he felt very much at ease. Fan Xian was very happy to break away from that boring poetry contest. He hummed a folk song to himself as he walked further in, smiling as he walked. "Maybe I’ll run into a fairy, just like Duan Yu had,"  he said to himself. [2]
"Who are you?"
Someone stood up from the thicket of plants, regarding Fan Xian with curiosity. 
...
...
Fan Xian was taken aback. He should have listened more carefully, he thought. Walking this far away from anyone, if this was a murderer, he would be done for. After he had come to the capital, it seemed that he had significantly lowered his guard. 
He looked at the person in front of him, and laughed at himself. 
The person certainly wasn't Wang Yuyan[3],  and it wasn't the girl in white who he couldn't get out of his mind. It was a middle-aged gardener, with a hoe in his hand and a muddy basket by his feet. He had a fair and honest face, with a slightly hurried look in his eyes. It appeared that, seeing the clothes that Fan Xian was wearing, he was somewhat reverent. 
Fan Xian smiled, and cupped his hands to the gardener in salute. "I'm sorry to have surprised you. I'm a guest of the prince;  I saw all these wonderful plants on my way back, so I thought I'd have a look around.
The gardener wiped his hands on his clothes, seemingly unsure how to greet Fan Xian. After hearing praise for his garden, he smiled earnestly. 
[1] Fan Wei, a Chinese sitcom and film actor.
[2] Duan Yu, a character from the wuxia novel Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils.
[3] Wang Yuyan, another character from Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, with whom Duan Yu falls in love at first sight because she resembles a statue of a fairy-like lady he chanced upon before.


A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants.
Thanks to one small act of kindness,
by providence she comes across a grateful friend;
Fortunate that her mother,
has done an unperceived good deed….

Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor…
Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road?

Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom.
Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost,
a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning.
Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.

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