One choice decides your friends.
One choice defines your beliefs.
One choice determine your loyalties - forever.

Who doesn’t like a creepy book and that comes with powers but at what cost are you will to pay for those powers

In the blink of an eye, another month had passed. Mo Wuji had failed to advance in cultivation and pill refining. The lack of immortal spiritual energy in this place rendered his cultivation futile.
Cultivating in the Undying World was a possibility, especially with the heaps of immortal crystals Mo Wuji had with him. However, there was a downside to this: the five elements were incomplete. At low levels of cultivation,the side effects of cultivating in such an environment would be minimal, whereas at high levels, doing so would interrupt the flow of his dao.
In addition to this, Mo Wuji had advanced to the level of Grand Luo Immortal in a short span of time. Even though he had not sensed any destabilisation in his fundamentals yet, it was not a bad time to take a step back and gather his thoughts instead of cultivating.
In these recent months, Mo Wuji had been rigorously conducting research on smithing. He possessed the book on Equipment Dao, as well as the Guide To Smithing and the Knowledge Of Smithing given to him by Xu Suren.
Mo Wuji had obtained the book on Equipment Dao long ago, but never had the time to study it. If not for the serious injuries he took this time around, in addition to the destruction of Da Huang, it was quite possible that he would never have researched smithing, as his goal for researching it was to restore Da Huang.
One thing that offered Mo Wuji some solace was that even though Lian Yingxian was a Grand Luo Immortal, she hadn’t caused any trouble after living here. Mo Wuji didn’t even seen her cultivate either. Every day, she would only assist Yu Cheng in cleaning the fish that Yu Jingfeng caught. Occasionally, she would also leave Divergent Immortal Village with Yu Jingfeng to trade and exchange goods.
Whenever Mo Wuji conducted his research on smithing, no one would ever bother him. It was almost as if they knew that immortals did not like to interact with mortals.
Due to his frequent refining of array flags, which bore some resemblances to smithing, Mo Wuji already possessed a strong foundation in smithing. The more complex array flags were arguably even harder to refine than some high grade immortal equipment. In addition to this, Master Pu Zi had imparted to him many smithing techniques in the Half Immortal Domain.
In actuality, as an immortal array master, Mo Wuji was very self-aware that if his smithing did not improve, his Array Dao would definitely be adversely affected.
In the Gods Tower, one Immortal Sealing Array could seal countless experts. After suffering in the shackles of the Immortal Sealing Array, Mo Wuji’s belief that he needed to rigorously research Array Dao was further fortified.
Within a month, Mo Wuji could refine and create Grade 4 immortal equipments. Although they were the simplest of that level, it did show that there was certain improvement.
Mo Wuji attributed much of his progress to Xu Suren, who gave him the the Guide To Smithing, and provided many valuable insights into smithing, which hastened his research tremendously. The most complex issues in smithing were all virtually explained by Xu Suren in the book of Equipment Dao. One could say that this book was even more precious than Grade 9 immortal equipment.
One day, while Mo Wuji was refining a Grade 5 immortal long sword, Yu Jingfeng, who usually did not disturb him, knocked on his door. Yu Jingfeng was a young man of good character and morals. After knowing that Jingfeng was the one who saved him, Mo Wuji had even considered accepting him as his disciple. However, Mo Wuji hesitated, as he did not know whether imparting techniques to Yu Jingfeng would benefit him or harm him instead.
After staying at Divergent Immortal Village for so long, Mo Wuji had begun to understand the lives of Yu Jingfeng and his grandfather. They could not cultivate to become immortals, but led fulfilling lives without any boring days, frequently encountering surprises in the Extreme Glade Sea.　　
If he allowed Yu Jingfeng to cultivate, it could very well disrupt the peace and balance in his life. Moreover, after he leaves the village, Yu Jingfeng might perish while gathering resources for cultivation. In comparison, leading a simple life may not have been that bad after all.
The good thing was that Yu Jingfeng had never inquired about the matter of immortal cultivation, which gave Mo Wuji time to take his mind off the issue, until this day, when Jingfeng had come to Mo Wuji’s doorstep.
"Jingfeng, you’re looking for see me?" Mo Wuji asked as he kept his half-refined long sword. At his current level of skill, abruptly ending the refinement of this long sword was equivalent to wasting the effort he had put into refining it to this point. This however, did not concern Mo Wuji as he had a vast amount of low grade smithing materials in his ring, much more than the amount of immortal herbs.
"Yes, brother, I have something that I’ve always wanted to speak to you about, but grandfather didn’t let me bother you for no reason, so I kept it to myself up till now. He is out with sister in law now, which is why I had the chance to come and talk to you in the first place," Jingfeng said in a flurry as he stood at the door.
"It’s only been a month, but you’ve grown quite a bit" Mo Wuji remarked as he invited Jingfeng in. Yu Cheng and Lian Yingxian were indeed not at home. Even though Jingfeng often said that he admired and idolised Mo Wuji, Wuji himself felt that the admiration was a result of Yu Cheng’s teachings.
Wuji no longer shrouded himself with the caution that he once did, as after such a long time, he felt that the differences between immortals and mortals were insignificant.
"Hey, I’m already 14, and seafaring helps me train my physique as well," Jingfeng replied as he earnestly rubbed his own head.
"Where have your grandfather and sister in law gone to?" Wuji asked as he gestured for Jingfeng to sit.
"They’ve gone to Extreme Glade City to get the Thousand Fusing Rice. It’s the harvesting season for it now," Jingfeng said without a second thought.
Mo Wuji knew about Extreme Glade City – In the region of the Extreme Glade Sea there were many villages similar to Divergent Immortal Village, between these villages, there needed to be a set location for the purpose of trade, which led to the formation of Extreme Glade City. Everyone in the villages would come here if they needed to buy anything, and the immortal energy in the air here was as scarce as it was in the other parts of the region.　　
Even though Ji Ke City was a City for mortals in name, there were some cultivators here as well, as the city was, in reality, co-inhabited by low level immortals and mortals. However, the immortals here were either talentless, or were severely limited in their ability to cultivate.
The Thousand Fusing Rice could only be planted in areas near Extreme Glade City, and was the rice ate by most of the regular beings. Every time harvesting season came, all the people living around Extreme Glade City would bring the unique produce from their respective villages and exchange them for Thousand Fusing Rice.
"Jingfeng, your sister in law is gorgeous, I don’t think there are many in this village who can compare to her beauty," Wuji suddenly said while grinning.
Perhaps having sensed Wuji’s relaxed disposition, Jingfeng eased into the conversation. At this point of time, he had completely forgotten that his grandfather once told him that Wuji was an immortal cultivator, and that there were taboos that they could not violate.
"Big brother, it’s not only Divergent Immortal Village, not anyone in Extreme Glade City could match up to my sister in law’s beauty. Have you perhaps fallen for her? But... she has no spiritual roots, it would be impossible for her to cultivate."
Mo Wuji hurriedly leapt to his own defence. "No no no, you’re overthinking, it was just a passing comment. Speaking of which, what happened to your elder brother?"
In his heart, Mo Wuji deeply admired Lian Yingxian, as he did not know how what cultivation technique she used, and what means she had to disguise her cultivation level. Had he not used his spiritual eye, he wouldn’t have been able to assess her cultivation level, which meant that from an outsider’s point of view, Lian Yingxian was a completely ordinary person, which added that much more credibility to the prowess of her concealment technique.
This was different from himself. Apart from a few top-notch cultivators, most cultivators would not be able to asses her cultivation level as he cultivated with the Immortal Mortal Technique, which was unique in that the more one cultivated in the technique, the more ordinary the user would seem.
A memory flashed across Jingfeng’s mind, and after a moment of silence, he said,
"10 years ago, when I was three, my brother came back from the sea and said he had felt some immortal spiritual energy. Afterwards, he sneaked out and went to Extreme Glade city to buy a few books about cultivation, and told me that he had discovered the hidden spiritual roots within him. However, my grandfather refused to even entertain the possibility of him becoming an cultivator, leaving him lost and helpless. He eventually married my sister in law under the insistence of my grandfather.
Less than 3 months after sister in law came, my brother left a letter behind and left the village to join a sect, stating that he had to become an cultivator no matter what. Another few years passed, and people in the village were saying that something bad had happened to my brother while he was out venturing. When the rumours proved to be true, my grandfather allowed sister in law to go home, even giving her the liberty to decide whether she would remarry or not. She has been very kind to us, often dropping by to visit us because she’s worried for grandfather."
"What about your parents?" Wuji asked.
Jingfeng got a little teary.
"Not long after I was born, they got into an accident at sea and never returned."
Mo Wuji sighed.
No matter how safe the Extreme Glade ocean was, it was still a sea in the immortal world, and seafarers would inexplicably face some form of danger.
"What happened to your aunt then? Has she always lived in Divergent Immortal Village? Was she older or younger than your brother?" Wuji asked.
In reality, Mo Wuji was only asking this much for one sole reason - to find out more about Lian Yingxian’s background and history. In his opinion, a Grand Luo immortal, even a genius at that, had to train for a few hundred years before achieving such prowess that Yingxian possessed.
Jingfeng grinned and chuckled, " Big brother, my sister in law is not even thirty yet, if you indeed have feelings for her, my grandfather would definitely approve, I would be happy if you married her!"
Wuji sneered in his mind.
He knew that it was not possible.
"We’ll talk more about his next time, don’t get the wrong idea. Before this, I even thought she was at least 40!"
Still forgetting the fact that Wuji was an immortal, Jingfeng hastily refuted.
"Impossible! What poor judgement you have big brother, my parents and her’s were the best of friends, when she was born, my parents even went to congratulate them!"
Wuji was taken aback by this fact, could it be possible that a person, not even at the age of thirty yet, could reach the later level of Grand Luo Immortal? Even with possession it would seem absurd.
"It must be a mistake on Jingfeng’s part," he thought to himself.
Wuji did not plan on inquiring further, and without even asking about her parents, he decided to change the subject.
"So, Jingfeng, what was it that you wanted to speak to me about?"
It was only at this moment Jingfeng recalled why he was here. Patting the back of his head, he revealed,
"Uhm.. It goes like this big brother, a month ago I caught a Red Herring, and today I went back to the place I caught it in search for more, but before I even got close, a blinding ray of white light rose from the depths of the ocean. Several white lights emerged, and an object shot out from within them, eventually landing in my boat."
While speaking, Jingfeng took out a bunch of broken pieces and passed them to Wuji.
"This is it," Jingfeng said.
Array flag? Mo Wuji knew what they were once he received the pieces from Jingfeng. These pieces were as old as time, and even Wuji didn’t know when they were made.
　　


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

Hi guys! 
This is my first novel I'm writing so I ask that you bear with me 😅. I've had this concept in my head for a few weeks now and I finally feel like I have the gist down. So I hope you guys enjoy! 

Oh and also before I forget none of this is to be copied or published on any other social media site. Please don't steal my book or my ideas please ! 
Also I know this book sounds a lot like the Avatar, the last Airbender and Divergent. I admit they are similar , but only in the beginning. The ideas and concept of this story are completely different from both stories. 
Once you start reading more you'll notice that they are completely different.
Alrighty now that we got that out the way, you can finally enjoy the book 🙂

In a dystopian world divided into four sectors filled with werewolves, vampires, witches and affinity , you’d think it’d be hard to find yourself and find your purpose. 
Ariel , however knows exactly where she belongs. Growing up in an Air affinity family, she was the only child with a fiery spirit that could never be tamed. 
In this world there is a “coming of age” ceremony held for every 17 year old affinity. At this ceremony they choose the affinity they connect to the most.It’s no surprise what Ariel chooses but what she doesn’t know is that her destiny awaits her and this is just the beginning. Her flame burns brighter and hotter than the brightest star. 
Join Ariel on her journey of fire. She’ll meet some friends,make some enemies, experience love and embrace her true identity. You know, everyday teenager stuff.

The next few of days went by as Aser busied himself with finishing the trials. His understanding of the First Son's Academy had also improved due to his observations. Other than studying, his favorite part of the day was getting lunch in the cafeteria. 

He had discovered a few unusual quirks among his peers. He noticed that some of the boys would always try to approach the girls with flattery at first, but any disagreements would result in them challenging the girls. Yet, the girls would happily accept the challenges and return after some time looking triumphant. This had happened more than a few times over the last few days. 

He had also discovered that most of the larger groups of students were also made out of girls. At the beginning, he was confused as to why it would be as such considering the name of the Academy, but later found out it was due to the three largest student unions being led by girls. 

He had also been observing the auburn haired girl who was essentially his closest friend at the academy even though they had only had a single conversation. She would sit at the same table everyday, and every time she would have a slice of bread with some mixed fruit juice while reading a book. Sneaking glances at her whenever he could, he saw that she would read completely divergent topics everyday. One day, she would be holding a book on the geography of a certain island, and the next day she would bring with her a research paper written on Essence Particles. Another quirky observation he had made was that she wouldn't just read, but would also jot down a few notes on a separate notepad after she finished a few pages. 

At the moment, Aser was sitting across from the auburn haired girl while eating a bowl of broccoli soup with chicken tenders. He saw that the book she brought today was on a topic he was familiar with. It was named "Disposition of Essence Particulates on Constant Velocity", and this topic had been the same as Book 12 of the Essence Cultivation series that Ashes had compiled for him. He remembered that it was truly difficult for him a few weeks ago to wrap his head around the concept, and noticed the slight hints of perplexity on the young girl's face. 

"I had a rough time figuring out the concept of Disposition on Essence as well," Aser said, deciding to help her if he could, "The main reason I was confused was I couldn't understand how Essence would always be moving even though it seemed to stay still when I cultivated. Actually, after thinking about it, I realized that the main reason they seemed static was actually do to our actions of cultivation. It's like, when we don't cultivate, the Essence flows around us, but when we start cultivation, we become a giant vacuum that holds the nearby Essence in place!"

Suddenly, the girl lifted her head and looked at Aser with a sparkling gaze, as if what he had said just now was equal to an epiphany gained from a wise sage. Seeing her look at him so respectfully, Aser scratched his head while his face grew hot. 

"Umm, I'm sure you would have figured it out soon as well…"

"What about cultivation during movement? As far I know, there are also forms of cultivation that can be done during movement, such as Tai Jia cultivation.", the girl suddenly spat out a blurb of words. Listening to her excited voice and the interesting question, Aser started talking with her about his understanding.

An unknown amount of time passed by for the both of them. The food had already turned cold on their plates, and the surroundings had a lot less people shuffling around. The both of them didn't seem to notice any of it, as if they were in their own small bubbles, separated from the mundane due to their fervent discussion. After a while, the both of them suddenly became quiet and started giggling.

"Wow, I didn't know objects in constant velocity would be able to affect particle density even! Haaaah, it's how they say, always better to discuss with a peer than to read on your own." the girl said after a while. 

"Yup, definitely!", Aser nodded while leaning back into his seat. "Oh! I'm sorry about my introduction from a few days ago. My name is Aser Scholt." he added, a hint of awkwardness and fear flitting through his gaze. Ever since he saw the notice, Aser had been very hesitant in introducing himself to others. He didn't want to feel as if he was an animal in a zoo. 

"Umm, I'm Julia. Julia Hawke from the Hawke family in Eastern Shelfield. I realized it was the famous Aser Scholt when you stopped your introduction the other day haha.", Julia replied. "But, are you not from Shelfield Coast City Aser? I don't remember any families going by the last name Scholt?" 

Hearing her question, he lowered his head with a hint of melancholy and sadness. "I'm not from any family. I was raised in an orphanage since I was young." he replied, seemingly upset at his situation. 

"Oh!" feeling slightly awkward, she added, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

"No, it's fine. I'm glad you asked, at least now we won't have to feel awkward about it anymore.", Aser said, snapping out of his memories. Even though it had only been a few days, he had already started missing the orphanage and Sister Tully, but he needed to grow up. 

Looking around the cafeteria and noticing it's absence of other people, the duo realized that it was getting late. Getting up from their seats almost simultaneously, they headed to clean up their portions, a silent atmosphere enveloping their surroundings. Grabbing their few belongings, they headed out of the cafeteria. Standing by the entrance for a minute in an awkward silence, Aser turned to her and said, "I should get going. It was nice talking with you. Same time, same place tomorrow?"

Julia nodded her head a bit shyly while mumbling out a barely audible "Okay". Sensing it was time to part, the duo headed towards their destinations. After a few steps though, both of them stopped and realized….they were both going to the library. Sharing a slight glance, Aser couldn't help but start laughing, triggering quiet giggles from the girl beside him. 

Letting go of the awkward atmosphere, they both started chatting while jaunting towards the library. The duo painted a picture of serene youthfulness, the autumn sunset harmonizing with the music of the breeze, creating a melody of a fated meeting.

Beasts had unlocked their System during the Ancient Era, and were once the rulers of the world. A catastrophe had caused them all to go into slumber, ushering in the Venture era where humanity started leaving their settlements to explore. As civilization progressed and tensions rose, humanity fought with themselves for the large swathes of territory. Near the end of the Conquer era, the beasts started awakening from their slumber and pushed humanity to the brink of destruction. Through efforts from humanity's top leaders, the system was unlocked for man, and thus began the era of Enlightenment. 

The goal of everyone in this era is to get enlightened, to seek Ascension. Now every child, every family, every influence seek to be an Ascended like the heroes of their world. 

Aser, an Unknown child raised in an orphanage in the Southern Seas. Like others, on his 7th birthday, the system had awakened in his mind, but he realizes he's special. As he explores the mysteries of the System, our protagonist strives to excel, to prove his worth in the world of Gigantis, to find his parents and to figure out the path to Ascension.

Nodding with satisfaction regarding the finished product that pooled at the base of the black iron wok, the young girl commanded the fire to diminish after simmering the solution for another sichen.

The cheery flame crackled in delight at the young girl's command, the golden flames leaping to emboss their heat into the essence of the wok.

An Fei sat down onto the ground nearby the black wok, a book splayed open before her.

As the young girl continued to read, the fragrance of lemongrass intensified with each passing moment, until the medicine garden appeared to have grown a sea of the herb.

Amidst the raging currents of colored light and temperature rampaging throughout the medicine garden, the faint rustling of pages could be heard, and the muted cracks of fiery sparks splashing against the surface of a cast iron wok.

"This… never emphasized on the type of rouge to implement as the foundation…" the young girl murmured in a low voice, her right index finger tapping on her bottom lip.

"I replaced the so-called Twilight Nocturn with a combination of angelica and parsley… but will it truly create a cosmetic? Aren't the two herbs supposed to be consumed? What even is the Twilight Nocturn, it looks like a shred of goldleaf…"

The book before An Fei was a simple introductory to the study of cosmetics and their applications.

By its name, the book was supposed to define the basic ingredients constituting the foundational cosmetics that could be found anywhere on the streets… but An Fei's consciousness was already swamped by the time she flipped towards the twentieth page.

The book was indeed as big as her torso, but did the writing have to be so small as well!?

"This is too much…"

The young girl palmed her forehead in exhaustion, her eyes threatening to roll upwards and ferry her soul towards dreamland.

The stress of deciphering the blurred symbols as well as studying an area of interest so remote from her interests was enough to cause her mind to transform into a high-pressure cooker.

Making rouge – she had expected it to be a simple process of gathering the petals of a scarlet or pink flower, grinding into a powder, and formulating a removable cohesive substance to allow the powder to remain on the lips following application.

She did not expect it to be so complex!

"A bottle of mediocre rouge comprises of a collection of a variety of colorful flowers consisting of light yellow, blue, and green petals," the young girl recited with clenched teeth.

"Then you form a baste utilizing natural fats from the extracts of beans to combine the mixture into a single paste – then a tonic of rosemary, geraniums, mint, and lavender is poured and left to dry to reveal a paste…"

An Fei threw her hands into the air, her eyes beginning to water at the thought of cosmetics.

Just as the young girl parted her lips to release an agonizing scream, the final crackle of the fire lit underneath the cast iron wok shrieked to attain her attention, the piercing cry resonating throughout the entire medicine garden.

In her excitement, the book that would have charmed countless young women was casually left on the fabric-covered ground, the pages devoid of the minimum honor of closing the book to protect its contents.

"I want to see, I want to see!"

The young girl chanted as she rushed to the black iron wok, peering into its contents with a sparkling countenance.

At the bottom of the wok, just as An Fei had expected, lay a pool of rich green liquid, translucent and gleaming with a faint indigo radiance.

The scent of lemongrass was muted and suppressed to the surface of the liquid, no longer as profuse as before. When An Fei took a brief sniff, the faint fragrance was enough for her to clench her fingers in satisfaction.

What came next was quite obvious, yet unthinkable for others.

The young girl wrapped her arms around the black iron wok, her countenance blooming into a contented smile at the warm temperature of the material.

Her heart beamed with praise towards the fire that belonged to the Sanctum, for it had regulated the temperature of the wok to the extent that a heartwarming surge of heat rushed through the entire body on contact, but did not burn the skin.

Praiseworthy, and perfect indeed.

An Fei hummed as she hauled the cast iron wok towards the boudoir, bypassing the alluring bedchamber and rushing straight into the bathroom.

There, ignoring the transparent, steaming water that filled the massive tub to the brim that tempted her soul for a quick bath, she poured the green liquid in without remorse.

The green tide seemed to have possessed an unquenchable thirst as it permeated every region of the inlaid bathtub, transforming the entire container of water into a lake of sparkling, translucent green liquid.

The repressed fragrance of lemongrass broke free from its restraints and rushed forth to envelop every centimeter of the room, tickling An Fei's feverish nose with the highly inviting and excitatory scent.

The young girl took a deep breath, her fingers hooking at the collar of her gown with a hint of hesitation.

With the right foot extending forward, An Fei walked down the leading steps into the depths of the bathtub, her body shivering from the onslaught of the bone-piercing heat and trepidation towards what would happen next.

The young girl tapped her brow with her right index finger, muttering to herself in an unintelligible voice.

And without any further hesitation, the rest of her body submerged into the bath of green liquid, allowing herself to drift to the center of the bathtub where she could fully stand underwater.

An Fei forced herself to remain underwater for a few breaths, only daring to resurface when her lungs anxiously asked her brain whether she was suicidal.

She was not!

"Pah!"

The young girl's body was covered in a multitude of droplets of sweat and green solution as her upper half escaped the hot underwater massage.

Rubbing at her eyes, the pair of scarlet irises quickly cleared away their confused glint, to be replaced by shock.

Her skin… had transformed.

The milky-white color of her fair skin had been replaced with a pale mixture of yellow and hazel, a tone more accustomed to that of the indigenous tribes Wei Xuan had once mentioned.

When An Fei carefully observed her appearance from the rippling bathwater, the young girl concluded that her skin tone matched with the girls she had once seen in the southern regions of Guangxi; perhaps she appeared as one of Nanning's young women?

The texture of her skin had transformed from the soft, creamy sensation of warm mutton jade to a slightly rougher sensation, though the softness and delicacy of feminine charm remained.

When An Fei pinched her arm, she couldn't help but sigh at the differences between her current appearance and her previous, heaven-defying physique.

The young girl anxiously perched herself onto the edge of the bathtub to escape the visual distortion of the hot water, her fingers running over every nook and cranny of her body as though to confirm the completion of the disguise.

Her limbs, torso, the area behind the earlobes, and even… even… those –

"That's enough."

An Fei slinked away from her divergent thoughts, climbing out of the large bathtub to dry herself and slip into a new gown of an unknown, but irresistibly comfortable silk.

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An Fei had completely relaxed her agitated mood, allowing her tangled mind to calm itself and regain the cold rationality it had lost ever since her arrival to Jiang'an.

The young girl patted her bosom as though to increase her confidence, then changed into more defensive clothing and draped the linen coat around her body, leaving the Sanctum with the twin butterfly swords and the qama serving as her loyal sentinels.

Caw!?

Yip!?

The instant her right foot transgressed past the dividing barrier of the world to step onto the sea of grass of the wide plains, two completely baffled and startled cries drilled into her ears.

The young girl softly yelped as her hand shot to her ears, a fierce scowl slamming into the weak hearts of the little raven and the small fox.

"What, you haven't seen a disguise before?"

An Fei raised a challenging eyebrow towards the valiant and prideful creature, finally causing him to submit since their encounter in the Wu Ji Forest.

Caw!

The little raven nearly lost control and revealed a pair of violet irises, the sentient immortal gaping with disbelief.

As it was unable to even control its beak in its shock, much less its body, the young girl had to grab the little creature by its claws and shove it towards her left shoulder.

This… wasn't the irresistibly beautiful little human lass he had seen daily for the past few months?

With this astonishingly descript and ordinary appearance… she was more akin to a pretty dancer in Bai Xing's domain, perhaps any of the mortal domains within the Realm.

Dongfang Yu had seen multitudes of them on his visits to the arrogant immortal's abode, to the extent that the countenance before him enriched a deep sense of bemusement in his heart.

Other than being a little pretty, the slightly tan but still pale skin tone and unrefined appearance… the young girl before him lacked any other supportive qualities.

The An Fei standing before him now compared to the An Fei he was accustomed to…

This disguise was undoubtably excellent!

"Xiao Hei, are you alright?"

Caw!

The young girl's curious voice brought the little raven back to its senses, and the little creature extracted its claws from the girl's fingers, gingerly settling itself onto the leather strap with a bleeding heart.

The little raven couldn't suppress its dumbfounded shock as it continued to gaze at An Fei's countenance from aside, its pride completely flattened and shattered.

"What are you looking at, ah?" the young girl brought the small fox into her bosom, her index finger tapping the feathery creature on its head.

"Enough, that person seems to be preparing to head back to where he came from. It's better to chase now than wander in this unusual plains, no?"

"A mirror?" she wondered, rubbing the smooth surface with her slender fingers. "What's so special about it? It looks so ordinary."


"Just not a plain mirror," replied the grandfather. His gaze distant, his voice was hoarse as he explained. "It'll change your life to the deepest core. Here, since it is your sixteenth birthday, I'll pass it to you as a present."


"How will it change anything?" she retorted, tapping the pristine yet dull surface. "You must be joking! Always prancing about how I need to be more vain, so mean!"


"You will see in due time," was the reply. 



You will see in due time. Just how a single, useless mirror will change your life in many ways unexpected by anyone.


Grandfather was indeed correct. An Fei could not help but admit it. The mirror had completely changed her life, just as he had said.

Only, was she presented hell, or a new life?
Because....

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"My dear wife, I particularly enjoyed those soft cries and croons you prepared last night. Husband wants to eat meat again!"

A handsome man dressed in black robes patted her on the back, softly whispering into her ear. 


That handsome appearance combined with his devilish allure, he would torment her night and day without pause, tethered by a tender string of sweetness.


Definitely in hell. No doubt about it!



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//Hello! This is another project of mine! This one will be incorporating themes of historical, transmigration, romance, and xianxia themes. Hope you enjoy!

Things weren't going the way they were meant to. When things in the Dungeon didn't go the way they were meant to, that usually indicated something was going very wrong. There wasn't a single Dungeon delver who didn't feel the same way. As chaotic and unpredictable as the place was, there were ways to combat it, knowledge that was sure and tested over hundreds of years. When creepers were around, you packed up and tried to lose them. When Binding Spiders appeared, you burned them out of their nests. When ants turned up, they would mindlessly devour everything they found, regardless of the cost.
 
So what exactly was happening here?
 
Ants that invaded a specific outpost, left survivors, took prisoners? It made no sense. Not only did it not make sense, it was completely unfathomable. There just wasn't enough information to hand, particularly with how silent the Shapers were being, to try and draw any accurate conclusions.
 
This made Ferrox Irron concerned. He didn't like being concerned.
 
His armour shifted uncomfortably around him as he walked in the centre of the expedition and he cursed. He must have made a mistake when strapping it on that morning. The stuff was a right pain in the true-skin to attach and cost a fortune to maintain, but it had proved its use in battle on more than one occasion. He ran one hand down the runic inscription on the inner side of the gauntlets. The mana density here wasn't nearly high enough to maintain constant use, but would last for a good ten, twenty minutes of hard fighting if it kept charging at the current rate.
 
He was getting irritable. His feet hurt, his back hurt, his armour was chafing and the enemy wasn't behaving the way they were supposed to. This was starting to feel like a truly disastrous outing.
 
"Stellen! What the hell is going on up there?" He demanded of his attendant.
 
"Lord Irron. There appears to be some manner of disagreement amongst the Seekers."
 
"The useless mutt managers. What's the problem this time?"
 
The attendant checked his master with a quick glance, observing the slight frown and general air of disagreeability that hung around the man. He'd told the man not to attempt to don his armour without assistance, but what would a lowly attendant know? He sighed without thinking and managed to cover it with a slight cough.
 
"Haa-hem! From what I can ascertain, my lord, there appears to be some disagreement about the route we should take."
 
The irritable feeling that had been niggling at Ferrox flared into full blown anger for a moment before he was able to tamp it down. He'd known this was coming, he'd felt it clear as day.
 
"Go and tell them to present themselves here so their betters can sort it out," he ordered Stellen before he collapsed into silent meditation.
 
If he were to get through the rest of the day without doing something he'd regret then he'd need to try and find some calm.
 
"Why Irron, what troubles you so?" Came a cloying and coquettish voice from behind him.
 
He jerked around too quickly and his armour grated against his true-skin underneath, scraping against the ore. He cursed. That sort of damage would take hours to buff out of his true-skin. Won't Stellen be pleased. The look on the smug attendant's face as he polished his master would be just another nail in the coffin of Irron's mood.
 
"Is there some reason you have addressed me, Lady Calytryx?" He managed to push the polite address through his gritted teeth.
 
"Not at all, my lord Irron," the laughter in her voice said otherwise, "I merely observe that you appear a touch out of sorts. Whatever could be the trouble to dent the jovial attitude of such a regarded noble?"
 
Oregal Calytryx took great pleasure in seeing her old rival and fellow veteran noble suffering. Retiring to the edge of the empire had been a move they'd both made hoping to be rid of others like them, only to find they now lived within the same circle in the same city! The niggling war had begun immediately and no ceasefire was in sight.
 
"You know, Calytryx," Irron grated, acerbically, "I've no idea how that husband of yours manages to stay so cheerful, given his circumstances."
 
"Lord Calytryx is an endless optimist."
 
"Mired in the bottom of a well."
 
"He couldn't have finer company."
 
The two lapsed into companionable silence as they waited for the others to come to them, as proper nobles should. The titles weighed on the both of them, but it was hardly something they were allowed to put down. In a few long minutes, Stellen returned with a half-dozen grumpy looking Seekers, their pets trailing at their heels.
 
"What's the problem?" Irron demanded. "We have a rather important task to be about, do we not? Why the delay?"
 
Stellen bowed to his lord, lady Calytryx and the other nobles who listened a few metres distant, interested, but not wanting to intrude if they didn't have to.
 
"I have spoken to our eminent Seekers and it appears that they do not agree on the direction the quarry we pursue has travelled."
 
"I found the scent trail down the westward tunnel break, my lord. Strong it was, near made my snuffer sneeze his nose off."
 
"Please, my lord and lady, this man is a fool. My charges and I found the trail leading to the northeast, clear as day."
 
"Haven't you both just located divergent scout trails?" Irron snapped.
 
Both Seekers hastily assured him that they had located the correct trail, far too strong for a few scouts, and the other Seeker had clearly made the blunder.
 
"This is odd, Irron," Calytryx observed.
 
"I agree," he nodded, grim. His poor mood was proving more prophetic than he'd supposed. "The possibility exists that both of these men are correct and we are being led on a false trail…"
 
"Such a thing would be… unusual," his fellow noble observed carefully.
 
Unusual? It would be completely unheard of in the annals of Golgari history. An ant colony with the sort of intelligence to pull a manoeuvre like this? It didn't bear thinking about. Yet it remained consistent with what they knew of these monsters. Strange behaviour, unusual goals and methods. It would be foolish to think that normal thinking and methods would apply in this case.
 
"I don't like this," he muttered.
 
"We don't know enough," Calytryx agreed.
 
Irron sank deep into thought. If these damnable Dungeon spawn were able to consider the ways in which they might be being tracked and attempt countermeasures then they possessed more advanced thought processes than any hive creature the Golgari had ever encountered. Which meant they would be incredibly dangerous. The possibility still existed that this was all a coincidence, but such a thing was becoming increasingly unlikely. Irron hadn't risen to being a noble, the most celebrated caste of soldiers in the empire, by ignoring his instincts.
 
"Bring me the Farseers and the Shapers," he ordered.
 
In short order it was done. The robed Farseers stood before him in their robes and holding their staves in one hand. Irron tried not to pull a face, the Farseers were a difficult lot to get along with, they always seemed delighted to know something you didn't, but they were necessary out in the Dungeon. The Shapers on the other hand, know-it-all do nothings and scholars. Just being around them set his teeth on edge. The Shaper in front of him now, put in charge of his fellow mages by virtue of his close knowledge of the quarry, was not much like the Shapers Irron had met in the past, but he disliked the man on principle.
 
"We report to you, as you requested, my lord," the Farseer envoy bowed low.
 
"What do you want?" The Shaper grunted.
 
Irron reigned in his temper before he smashed the man into pieces with a single punch.
 
"It appears the quarry is taking measures to avoid being traced by their scent," he told them. "I asked for the esteemed Farseers so that they might report if their own methods of tracking remained unhindered."
 
"It is so, my lord," the Farseer bowed once more. "Their feet have touched the Dungeon and so it knows them. So long as it does, we do as well."
 
That was good news.
 
"I've asked for the Shaper representative to join us in case there is any new information to share with us. It would seem these ants are behaving in ways that are beyond what we might expect from monsters such as these. Has anything trickled out of that highly trained mind of yours, Shaper? Something that might save Golgari lives?"
 
"Not a damned thing," Granin grunted.

Anthony has been reborn! Placed into the remarkable game-like world of Pangera.

However, something seems a little off. What's with these skills? Bite? Dig?

Wait....

I've been reborn as a WHAT?!

Follow Anthony as he attempts to adjust to his new life, to survive and grow in his new Dungeon home!

"Don't be stupid, Jian Wushuang!"
Gu King said urgently, "The Essence Blood in your body is something that King Luo Zhen left behind at great cost. It's very rare. If you take your time and slowly absorb it, you'll surely become a top expert. If you force it now, it can only temporarily improve your strength. It'll just be a waste and once it erodes you, you'll suffer greatly."
"Besides, there's a chance that we can still turn the situation around. Those experts on your side may have some cards up their sleeves. In the worst case scenario, you can just run and make a comeback again in the future."
"Make a comeback again in the future?" Jian Wushuang shook his head with a smile. "This battle started because of me. How can I hide during a crisis? Do you think I am a coward?"
He was determined to make use of the Essence Blood wrapped within his Bloodline Power. Suddenly, his Bloodline Power erupted and swallowed 10 percent of the Essence Blood.
"Jian Wushuang!" Gu King, who resided inside him, shouted anxiously.
He was relieved when he saw that Jian Wushuang had only swallowed 10 percent of the Essence Blood. "Fortunately, it's only 10 percent of it!"
It was a pity that Jian Wushuang had wasted 10 percent of the Essence Blood but fortunately, there was still 90 percent of it left.
Jian Wushuang's Bloodline Power surged wildly after swallowing the Essence Blood.
He stood up in the sinkhole and then slowly rose above while bathed in dark golden light. In the beginning, the light covered only his chest but it soon enveloped his entire body.
The shape of Quadrangular Stars began flashing between his eyebrows.
The first star appeared, followed by the second and third. The last one was particularly dazzling.
Three-star Ancient God!
He had become a perfect Ancient God of Imperial Kinsmen!
Jian Wushuang lifted his head to reveal a pair of eyes that had completely turned dark golden. Lightning seemed to sparkle in his pupils in an arc. He looked at the battlefield where Emperor Xiao's men had retreated far into the distance while the opposing Dao Masters frantically pursued them.
This was especially true for the Immortal Army of the Xia Clan.
The army consisted of many people with the strength of a Dao Master. The worst factor was that they were afraid of dying on the battlefield because they would not live long anyway. The situation was incredibly bad for Emperor Xiao's camp.
"Fortunately, the National Master couldn't get away from King Gu Tong. Otherwise..." Jian Wushuang looked at the battle far from him, where King Gu Tong was fiercely grappling with the soothsayer. Many people were watching but none dared to step in.
The two men were rather evenly matched. It seemed that their fight would last a long time before a victor would emerge.
"Jian Wushuang, let me out."
The voice of Gu King rang in Jian Wushuang's head. "I haven't been in a battle for a long time. When you're weak, I'm weak too. Now that you're at the top Level of Three-star thanks to the Blood Essence, I'm also much stronger and can use my Secret Skills."
Jian Wushuang gave a small nod and focused his mind to let Gu King out. Soon, a scarlet light glimmered from the mysterious scarlet crack in his arm and a large body appeared in the Void.
Gu King was covered in terrifying reddish-brown scales and equipped with numerous tentacles. He was so large that he seemed to fill up the space around him.
However, due to Jian Wushuang's influence, Gu King's body was smaller compared to when he was in the Stellar Fog Sea.
Back in the Stellar Fog Sea, the body of Gu King was so large that he could form a huge island. However, he was now only a hundred feet long. Even so, he was still a terrifying sight due to his ferocious appearance and the horrible Killing Intent.
His Killing Intent was incredibly potent.
"Jian Wushuang, work with me." Gu King's voice rang again.
Jian Wushuang had skyrocketed to ten feet high and his skin had turned dark golden. Standing on Gu King's massive head, he asked, "How?"
"You know how to use the three Secret Skills of Ancient Gods. Just exert the Mind-controlling Secret Skill with all your strength," said Gu King.
"Got it." Jian Wushuang nodded solemnly.
"Ready..." Gu King instructed. "Go!"
Jian Wushuang's eyes glinted as he used the Mind-controlling Secret Skill that he had already prepared.
He used the skill at full strength, amplified by the Ancient God Power at the top level of Three-star as well as the Divergent Blood Stone. It felt as if thousands of sharp spikes pierced into his consciousness.
Simultaneously, Gu King lifted his head. While Jian Wushuang was using his skill, there was also a violent aura surging from Gu King's body.
"Plenilune Secret Skill...Roar!"
Frighteningly vicious currents swirled in the air. Gu King then opened his bloody mouth and took a deep breath before letting out an earth-shattering roar. The roar was so violent that everything between heaven and earth trembled.
"Hoot!"
The sharp and intense roar rocked everything in the world, even time and space.
The sound waves caused ripples to form in the Void in front of Gu King. These ripples rapidly expanded before finally shrouding the entire battlefield.
On the battlefield, the experts from both camps were still engaged in a fierce battle.
In fact, one side was obviously prevailing over the other.
Under the leadership of the Immortal Army, the camp of Emperor Leng and the Xia Clan was madly chasing after the Dao Masters of Emperor Xiao's camp, the casualties of which were heavy.
Then, the roar resounded.
"What?"
The Dao Masters all turned toward the direction of which the roar came from.
"What's that?"
They all saw Gu King's massive body but could not recognize what it was.
The roar resounded again and the waves of ripples also subsequently spread.
The ripples contained the horrible Sound Wave Attack formed by the Secret Skills that "Plenilune Centipede" Gu King used. They also carried the consciousness attack formed by the Mind-controlling Secret Skills that Jian Wushuang used.
The perfect match between the two had created this fearsome attack.
This was the Plenilune's roar, as well as the Ancient God's wrath!


Jian Wushuang was reborn in adversity. In order to get his revenge, he began to cultivate Heavenly Creation Skill. With the help of the Heaven defying cultivation method, Jian Wushuang gradually grew into a peerless genius from an ordinary practitioner. With a sword in hand, no one is his match. Using his extraordinary Sword Principle, he killed all his opponents and eventually became number one Sword Master from time immemorial.

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       cause she said you ain't her man
     Get cake all day count it up
            before I go
         Cake cake to the face , gotta
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        Ball shit , you a lame thats just
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                 keep a lot of it
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      Shorty give me brain and she
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A young adult man dies from a fever and is reincarnated in a world of swords and magic dominated by a strange and mysterious System as the weakest being, a Caterpillar! 

Gaining abilities from the monsters that it eats, Kireina uses her sharp adaptability and wits to overcome the odds against her in a world where everyone wants to eat her alive!

As Kireina evolves and gathers a group of followers and subordinates, discover how our protagonist builds a monster Kingdom from zero, in a world dominated by Humans and terrifying Monsters who only wish her death!

In front of her enemies there will be only two options!
Will you obey me or will you be eaten?

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The power of the Sin of Lust grows stronger and stronger by each day, how will the Realm of Vida deal with such a menace?

The Chronicles of the Sin of Lust are just starting, but, surely, her appearance and her actions will leave a mark of blood and suffering on this Realm that shall never be forgotten.
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This story is about a selfish, greedy, and obsessive person, that changes from human to a monster that becomes the menace of the whole world. 

The MC is not at all a "good villain", neither someone who do "bad things" blindly, but someone that is completely self-aware of its actions and the damage that it causes. 
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As the MC gathers servants and love interest, she grows attached to them and fears to lose them, in such circumstances, she will grow slowly into someone that prioritizes the safety of her beloved ones over anything else, to the point of killing innocents without any remorse for the sake of their safety and for them and her to grow stronger.

Kireina's overly cautiousness leads to the demise of various Kingdoms and heroes, and as she understands the world and characters that surround her, she begins to plot before they could even yet to know her existence, getting rid of future problems before they could even appear, mercilessly. 

Taking Advantage of wars between Kingdoms, and crushing the weakened winning side, taking all the benefits for herself, brainwashing heroes to become her servants or heartwarming times with her family, things like these will be very common.

Kireina grows to become very versatile, she can be incredibly ruthless to her enemies and future enemies, and a doting and loving parent to her family. 
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*WARNING: Gender-Bender, Yuri, Harem* *R-18* 
*Another Warning; World Building is incredibly slow because we see the world by the main character's eyes, meaning that there isn't an omniscient third person narrator telling the reader every tid bit of lore in existence right in chapter 1, keep that in mind while reading this novel.
*Updates: 1/day, 2 chapters/day in the last three days of the week.


I do not own the cover, but if the creator wants me to take it down, then just kindly message me.

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