Join me, as we venture deep into poetry.
Poems collected by other famous poets.
Poems collected by me.

"foreigners are more important than me? ! "
"Don't dwell on it. Let's go quickly. It's about to start. "
"Then give me a kiss. "
" ... " Xiao Yezi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She kissed him and said, "let's go. "
"Okay. "
He got up from her body and buttoned the back button for her.
Xiao Yezi looked at him with a red face. "You're really getting more and more indecent. "
"Why are you being so indecent in front of your girlfriend? " He kissed her face again.
"Hurry up and go. "
"Okay. "
"Did you say that Lord Jue and Lord Ling went out to play? "
"Yeah, let's wait a little longer. We'll get married when they come back. It'll be more lively with more people. "
"Hurry up and go. The concert starts in five minutes. " Xiao Yezi pulled his hand and ran down.
"..."
Tang Yuan and Tang Wan squatted by the window, dumbfounded.
"Do you think Xiao Yezi was bullied by buttface? "
"He likes Xiao Yezi so much, why would he bully her? "
"just now he pressed Xiao Yezi down, Xiao Yezi was very sad. "
"That's happiness. " Tang Wan held her little fat paws, "hurry up and go, it's starting. "
"Oh. "
The two flew towards the concert venue, found a flower in the front row and lay on it happily.
"buttface, go for it! "
"Eh, Xiao Yezi is actually sitting in the front row, I'll secretly go and scare her later. "
Very soon, Ye Qing went on stage, and the first song he sang was the famous song "she as a child" 
It was a ballad with a very gentle style, but the lyrics were written very well, touching many people's childhood memories.
"She had two little braids, every frown and smile was like a flower in the wind. At that time, Niu walked in front, and she walked beside me, the most beautiful poem was just like this... "
Tang Wan poked the sugar pill beside him, "do you want to write a song for me? "
"No. "
"Look, the handsome young man wrote love poems for Lord Jue, and buttface wrote a song for Little Yezi. If you want to be my family's Tuan Zi's father, you must write me a song or a love letter! "
"... can you use your brain now? Do you even know about love poems?"
"I don't care, or I'll let little Tuan Zi call Lord Jue Father. "
"..."
"sugar pill, sugar pill. "
"Alright, write. "
"You're so nice. " Tang yuan kissed it on the face and continued listening to the song.
Next was an electrifying song.
"Ye Qing! Ye Qing! Ye Qing! ! "
"Ye Qing, I love you! ! "
"Ye Qing, AH AH AH AH! "
"MY PRINCE CHARMING! ! "
"..."
Looking at the dancing people, the people at the venue were all excited. Ye Qing was really too handsome, her looks and talent were all mixed together.
"hello everyone. " When the concert was about to end, Ye Qing stopped and stood on the stage, panting heavily.
"thank you for your support, I would like to announce something here, I have a girl that I have liked for many years... "
He slowly explained everything, and the people at the concert venue were all excited.
Some people even started to cry.
"Why did you have to do this! "
"I like Lord Jue, Lord Jue married Lord Ling, and I like Lord Xi, but Lord Xi got married in secret and retired. Now I like brother Qing, and brother Qing actually confessed his love to the goddess at the concert venue! Oh my God! Who Am I going to like? All of you are the men I want to sleep with! "
"..."
Tang Wan chuckled and held little Tang Wan's hand. "They might not know that the Lord Tang Yuan they like also has a ball that they like, even though this ball is very annoying, Hahaha. "
Tang Wan pinched its face. Tang Yuan's head could finally be used.


She, the tribe leader of the Miaojiang witch tribe, was reborn as a pitiful little girl that everyone could bully.
She rose to power, brought her natal Gu, played in the entire business and entertainment circle, and became the national prince charming in the hearts of women.
It was just that she accidentally seduced the diamond man who was ranked first on the diamond list She was doomed just like that!
One day.
"I have to do something. " She finished getting her equipment, and her face had a stern look.
"Hmm? " The man raised his eyebrows slightly.
"someone offered a billion dollars to buy your life. "
"You want to avenge me? " The man thought to himself that his wife still loved him.
"No, he offered a hundred million dollars for my life, but he offered a billion dollars for yours! " She pulled his collar. "I'm the real master, why am I so much less than you! So, I WANT TO SEND HIM TO HELL! "
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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.

The bright light made Kiko dizzy. It was blinding, and though they were strongly threwn, he forced himself to stay awake and see what had happened. However, the invisible impact was too powerful that he succumbed and laid flat on the ground.

Kiko had always felt the need to do the best in eveything he did. He was not the best in everything, he knew that, so there was no point in doing something he could not be any good. He also knew who was the best in everything - his brother Jackson.

How did he know that? Simply because Jackson was admired in all aspects. He was the kind that could make all girls turn their heads. He was in first year high school, tall, good-looking, and smart in everything. He was pretty brilliant in science and super quick in math. He read a lot so he was remarkably knowledgeable in history, geography, and current events. He was also athletic. Despite being just a freshman in Subangdaku Rural High School, he was an indispensable player in the school's basketball, volleyball, and track and field varsities. Above everything else, he could sing really well. He was not the singing contest type, but he could melt any heart once he sang ballad and jazz.

And Kiko always felt a pang of envy and sadness everytime he was compared with his brother. When he was younger, people did not see any potential in him. He was an introvert boy who would rather sulk in his room and draw random shapes in his pads than basking under the sun and play with other kids.

"Why does Kiko keep locking himself up in his room? Is he that shy? What future awaits him if he is like that?"

"Look at his brother. He is very reliable!" 

"Is Kiko not like any normal kid?" 

"No wonder he is not good in school, he is not doing any good with his time."

"Why is he not like his brother?"

Kiko always heard those words, and though he kept telling himself not to be affected, he was still hurt each time people insulted him. It was as if people enjoyed stabbing him continuously. At a young age, he was deeply wounded. 

He did not hate Jackson. It was not his fault that he was the perfect son, but there was always a pressure for Kiko to do well. Not to mention that he bore his father's name - Francisco Banting, Jr. So when he got older, he strived to be perfect in the things he did best. He needed people's approval, especially his parents. He did not have to surpass his brother, he just need to be in equal footing with him. So when he was in third grade, he abandoned his shy self and became the annoying Kiko.

He became outspoken and cheeky. He played sports but he was not really into them so he crossed them out from his "excellence" list. He also did not perform satisfactorily in his academics (he was either in the second or third section) so they were also disregarded. However, Kiko had interest in writing poems, essays, and short stories. He kept notebooks of his literary outputs. So when he auditioned as a writer in the school's publication, he was instantly accepted. That gave him a lot of confidence, so much that he ran as president of his class and as officer in other clubs in school. And yes, he won them all.

He might have ruled the election results but Kiko felt that most of the kids were not sincere in voting him. They did not believe in him. They just voted him to see when he would fail and to prove they were right - that Kiko was good for nothing. 

Yet, Kiko countered their expectations, proving them all wrong. He turned out to be an effective student leader. He was hard-working and meticulous. His projects were accomplished on time and with pleasing results, like their classroom Christmas tree, donations for victims of fire, and tree planting activity in the school. By and by, he gained everybody's respect and they followed him. Still, the kids kept their distance from and Kiko remained alone with himself most of the time.

It was in fourth grade when he became friends with the trio. Jamie and Tonton submitted a couple of poems to the school publication and requested at least two must be published. Kiko, being critical and perfectionist, was blown away with their demand. He was not also impressed with their works and rejected them outright. The boys argued and they ended in a funny tussle.

"You know what, I think you are cool," Jamie said after they were sent to the guidance counselor's office.

"Did not expect that you have a good punch," Tonton complimented, his left eye beginning to darken already.

Kiko flashed a big smile despite the sore in his left cheek. He felt great having a fight with other boys. It was two against one. That very day, they became friends. Nonetheless, two poems from Jamie and Tonton appeared in the school paper. 

Kiko knew that the duo were popular in school and he felt honored to be part of their circle. He finally had friends and it was like being at home at last. Kiko could not be any happier and he would do anything to keep and protect their friendship.

Then one day, he found himself waking up to a distressed place. Subangdaku was ashen and devastated. On the ground were his three friends, lying in a pool of blood....

Kiko jolted to the vision. It was scary and the dizziness he felt earlier instantly evaporated. He felt like he was suspended between dreams and reality. It was unbelievable and shocking, he remained motionless.

Later, his eyes surveyed the surrounding. It was still night and the blinding spectacle up in the heavens had finally ended. It happened only minutes ago but it felt like years in the dreamworld. He needed to see his friends. He turned around and saw a broad silhouette approaching.

"Bogart," his whispered, happy to see his wobbly body moving around. And for certain, he believed that no harm could have happened to his friends.

Situated between a large river and verdant mountains, Subangdaku is a peaceful and laid-back community. For the Biker Brothers - Jamie, Tonton, Bogart and Kiko, life in the district was all fun and easy. Until something happens.....

Two "meteors" hit the once quiet district. In the succeeding days, scientists and media flocked in Subangdaku, disturbing its serenity and bringing changes to the community. How far can the people face the challenges?

Meanwhile, a girl with golden locks arrives in the primary school. She swept the hearts and eyes of everyone, including the Biker Brothers. Yet, the four friends felt something is really off about her. Who is she? What are her secrets?

As Subangdaku embraces the consequences of the "meteor" impact, the Biker Brothers must race to confront the changes within them. As evil lurks and intends to destroy the townspeople, the boys must speed to stop it with the help of their friends and loved ones. Will they triumph? Or will the evil simply destroy them?

New chapters every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday/Sunday.

Xyno Evertale: 
The Main Protagonist Of the series. He was a legendary genius in his last life but got trapped in schemes of others. He was reincarnated by a mysterious entity into world of the Astra. He needs to collect fragments of Bracelet of Eternity. He wants to become a pokemon master and find his girlfriend Nicole.

Sylvie: A mysterious Entity sealed in Bracelet of Eternity. She requests Xyno to collect Eternity fragments and is responsible for start of his journey.
 
Harem:
Regina Ballad (36): 
A famous professor in Sinnoh region. She owns a research facility and is world renowned having many connections. She took pity on Xyno and gave him a place to live.
Later started loving him because of his intellect and being one of the person that understand her. She is an ex annual league winner and a champion class trainer.
 
Maria Kmetsch(34): 
Assistant and childhood friend of Regina Ballad. She is an electric/metal type trainer. She is an elite class trainer also famous for her ability to transform machines.
She idolizes Regina and also fell in love with Xyno during his stay at research facility.
 
Sasha: 
A.I. created by Xyno in his past life on Earth. She is darkly taking revenge against all people that were responsible for death of Xyno.
 
Nicole(?): 
Lover of Xyno in his previous life. She was an agent sent to secretly control Xyno by the government. But she fell in love with Xyno and secretly tried to protect him which she failed in. She was reincarnated at Astra earlier than Xyno. Her current whereabouts are unknown.
 
Chisato Tojo(23):
A young woman pursuing a Doctorate degree at Sylvester academy. She aspires to be a pokemon doctor as well as breeder. She helps Xyno by healing Sett after a failed Stealing attempt.
She fell in love with Xyno over his stay at Academy city. She now helps him by taking care of his pokemon.
 
Others:
Eric Williams(102): The head researcher at the facility near The Academy. He meets Xyno during his expedition. Later he helps Xyno during his stay at Academy city.
Nancy(16): A random girl that met Xyno on train. She later makes a secret fanclub of him.
Rick Monty(17): An arrogant and useless pokemon trainer. Got jealous over his ex-girlfriend Nancy.
Ana: One of the maids at the Professor's mansion.
Barren Luther(46): A referee at the arena in academy city.

Xyno Evertale was an intelligent and successful man in his life but did not live long. Falling into a hands of the government and even cheated by the love of his life, he learned that there was no justice or fairness in the world.
But he was given another chance to be reincarnated into the world of an anime he loved watching in his childhood.
Follow the protagonist as he learns that reality is much different from beautified fairy tales. Read as he ventures in a whole new world rather different than his own, and acquires companions he can trust.

**********Disclaimer**********
I don't own Pokemon or some characters introduced in this work of mine. But I do have a ton of self-made Characters and Fakemons I will be introducing in this.
**********Disclaimer**********

The night sky was vast.

It was 11 P.M. at night.

After the meal, Heavenly Queen Zhang Yuanqi held her chest with one hand as she leaned against the headboard to send email on her phone. Maybe she was working, as her face looked serious and sullen. She did not have any intention of speaking to Zhang Ye.

She would kill the donkey the moment it left the millstone!

You’ve forgotten about this bro after you are full?

Zhang Ye also knew that a distinguished person like her was busy, so he did not disturb her. He also wasn't emboldened enough to disturb her. Zhang Yuanqi was standing at the pinnacle of their country's entertainment industry, while Zhang Ye himself was just a small figure, who was a fledgling. He was not even considered a celebrity. He would, at most, be considered a public figure. The gap between them was heaven and earth. Zhang Ye knew this himself, so he was very respectful towards a senior.

Switching on the computer, he began doing his own thing. He first checked his Weibo and was suddenly dumbfounded. Why were there so many forwards for one of his Weibo messages? Upon checking, he realized what had happened. The "Flying Bird and Fish" message that originally only had about 2,000-3,000 forwards back then? It wasn't that much. But now, this poem's forwards on Weibo had suddenly become more than 8,000. It had tripled! After being surprised for a while, Zhang Ye treated it as nothing. Back in his world, "Flying Bird and Fish" itself had more than a hundred million clicks on the internet. How many people did not see it? Hence, this tiny explosive increase was reasonable. A good poem could never be buried. As for the reason? Zhang Ye's analysis was that it was due to many things. "Ghost Blows Out the Light", fairy tale stories and his other poems. The number of people who knew of him was slowly increasing. So people would begin checking his other works, which created an entire increase in popularity for all of his works!

"Good poem!"

"Only now do I know about this poem today!"

"Why are there so many forwards? Let me see it first."

"Classic. Who is this Zhang Ye?"

"You have just seen it? It's already a poem from last month. This poem even saved a person's life. It is especially legendary!"

Zhang Ye browsed through everyone's comments as he was lost in reverie. They were basically positive. As he was enjoying it, there was a sudden comment that appeared!

Meng Dongguo.

Verification: Beijing Writer's Association Vice President. Poet. Author.

He was a distinguished person with more than 3 million fans!

Meng Dongguo had used his verified Weibo to openly question, "I do not know why such things can become so popular. Just because there's a lot of people looking and commenting on it, that makes it a good poem? A legend? It saved a life? A poem's worth is based on its literary value; it does not depend on other stories or situations to add to its worth. I cannot see any literary value in this poem. All I see is moaning and drool. This can also be considered a modern poem? This is also called literature? Also, the author's ‘A Generation’, I would not comment on the poem's words, but why do I find the topic so twisted? A slightly past 20-year-old child commenting on a generation? This should be a term used by us, right? You are not grown up yet, and still have a long road ahead. You do not have the ability to see through your generation, so don't write such a poem to cause ridicule to yourself!"

Some people did not like that.

"It can't be!? I think it's very good!"

"So what about youths? Youths can't write poems?"

"What a joke! Just one sentence of 'you young people don't know anything' to negate all his worth? To think that you are the Vice President of the Beijing Writer's Association?"

However, there were even more that joined the ranks of the doubters.

A number of them were authors and poets of the Beijing Writer's Association. They were all verified accounts.

Romance author Zheng Anbang commented, "Even Vice President Meng has commented? Actually, I was not able to continue watching this, starting from a long time ago. This poem may be very popular now, but no matter how many times I see it, I can't figure out what is good about it!"

Children's literature author Little Red Mushroom commented, "Zhang Ye's poem isn't bad, but it's only average. It does not deserve all this attention!"

A famous poet in Beijing, whose pseudonym was Big Thunder, said, "What a mess! Complete bull****! What sort of poem is this? What are you trying to express with ‘The Song of the Stormy Petrel’? Do you think these are the old days? Even if you wanted to expression that period's rebellion and helplessness, how old are you? Do you know what the old society was like? Were you composing poems with your fantasy? How can there be any literary skill!? He is, at best, a temporary demagogue! Those who are following you, what's up with all of you? Do you even have any appreciation for art? I really wonder!"

Suddenly, five to six authors and poets began barraging Zhang Ye!

Zhang Ye, who was in front of his computer, could not help but curse, "What the f***! Are you monkeys backup that were invited? Where did you all pop up from? Did I provoke all of you!?"

Zhang Yuanqi did not know what was happening as she came behind Zhang Ye. As she held her shoulders, her face was expressionless as she looked without blinking at his computer screen, "Who are they scolding?"

"Scolding me." Zhang Ye said angrily.

Zhang Yuanqi's eyelids twitched, "Meng Dongguo? Beijing Writers’ Association's Leader? This person has quite a bit of reputation in the industry, right? Then what about Little Red Mushroom? She was the one who wrote fairy tales, right? Big Thunder? I have seen his poems. He is not anything in the country, but he is still quite famous in Beijing." As the literature circle was encroaching into the entertainment industry, it was almost indivisible. As an S-list star in the industry, Zhang Yuanqi was quite aware of this. She was objective with their evaluations. Of course, only Zhang Yuanqi had the right to say this. If it was anyone else, no one would dare say who was not anything in the country. "Why are so many Beijing authors and poets scolding you? Are you very famous?"

Zhang Ye was still upset, "What do you mean, famous? I have only written a few poems. But who knows why they suddenly went crazy and started scolding me? My poems have problems? What an unfunny joke!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuanqi stared at him, "You can compose poetry?"

"Of course. Have you heard of ‘Flying Bird and Fish’?"

"...No."

"What about ‘A Generation’?"

"....Never heard of it."

"Alright. Then, forget that I said anything!"

Zhang Yuanqi seemed a little interested. She said in a deadpan manner, "Go sit at the coffee table." There was only one chair in the house. With Zhang Ye standing up, Zhang Yuanqi sat down.

Zhang Ye no longer had the energy to care about this, "They are bullies!"

Zhang Yuanqi must have finished her work, as she began speaking to Zhang Ye, "Everything has a cause. Go look at the first person who questioned you, Meng Dongguo's, Weibo."

After checking, Zhang Ye was immediately enlightened. Meng Dongguo had published a few poems early in the month. But other than a few fans praising it, no one else had seen it. The forwarding count of a single poem from Zhang Ye was more than all his poems combined by ten times. "He saw that my results as a newcomer are better than his, so he wants to pull me down?  What a grandson! What sort of people are they!?"

Zhang Yuanqi was only watching the scene unfold before her as she remained silent.

At this moment, the fans of Meng Dongguo and a few poets and authors had rushed to Zhang Ye's Weibo to curse at him. They did so indiscriminately!

"Demagogue!"

"To think you dare to publish such a beaten-up poem?"

"Everyone, don't read this person's poem. The industry’s experts have given their evaluation. This is not called literature. There is no value to it!"

"It can't be? It's quite good!"

"Do you know, or do the experts know?"

"That's right; the Vice President of the Beijing Writer's Association has already said it's bad!"

"I see. I thought it was such a good poem. You wasted my feelings!"

"That's right; I even recited Zhang Ye's poem to my children. I never expected it to not have any cultural value. Isn't this harming others? Harming me is fine, but don't mislead my children!"

"Zhang! Get lost from of the field of poetry!"

"Get lost! There is no need for you!"

"To think I liked Zhang Ye's poems in the past. Hai, it’s so disappointing!"

A few of Zhang Ye's original fans were steered by Meng Dongguo and a few authors and poets, as they began to complain!

However, there were people who insisted on supporting Zhang Ye. However, soon, they drowned in those people's spit. They had no chance to talk!

Zhang Ye felt sourness in his heart. He was also very distressed. That was the popularity that he had worked hard to obtain. But just because of their few words, it was being scattered away. Even those who supported Zhang Ye's poems were no longer that firm in their beliefs. After all, with so many professional Teachers and famous authors and poets collectively denying Zhang Ye's worth, people would all have second thoughts as to whether his poem was really good.

Even his fans were scolding him. Zhang Ye's fists clenched tightly.

Zhang Yuanqi said indifferently, "This is what the circle is like. You have to get used to others. If not..."

"Then what's the ‘if not’?" Zhang Ye asked for advice.

Zhang Yuanqi said coldly, "...If not, make others get used to you."

Zhang Ye thought for a while and, after digesting Zhang Yuanqi's words, he was no longer angry. Seeing the cursing or disappointed fans, Zhang Ye posted a message on Weibo.

It was a response!

A response from one to all!

Zhang Yuanqi was by his side, reading. As she saw Zhang Ye type one word after another, her gaze changed for the first time. There was a brilliance in her eyes!

Zhang Ye had written this.

"See me, or not. There will I stay, no sorrow, nor joy."

"Miss me, or not. There will affection lay, no immersion, nor dispersion."

"Love me, or not. There will love remain, no more, nor less."

"Follow me, or not. In your hand is mine, no discarding, nor departure."

"Come to me, or give me your heart to dwell in."

"Love with serenity. Rejoice in silence."

This was an old poem. Why so? Because according to the poem's age, it was actually quite old in Zhang Ye's world. It was not very famous at all until the movie, "If You Are the One 2" was released. It then became famous. Even the drama, "Palace" had used it as lyrics for its ending song. Later on, someone said that this poem was composed by Tsangyang Gyatso. Actually it wasn't. There was even a copyright lawsuit. The original author of the poem was Tashi Lam, Dodo? The original name of the poem was "The Silence of Vadjra Guru Pema" and also "See Me or Not".

Some people might question whether a love poem like this would be suitable in this situation.

It was precisely that many people were not sure. This poem was not a love poem at all. It had nothing to do with love. This poem's inspiration came from his world's Guru Rinpoche's famous words, "I have never abandoned people who believed in me, or even those who did not believe in me. Although they will not see me, my children will forever be protected by my compassion." This poem expressed the Guru's neither clinging, nor abandoning love for his disciples. It had nothing to do with romantic love.

It was perfectly apt for Zhang Ye to use it as a response!

Maybe he was not as noble as the original authors, but it currently represented his feelings!

Regardless of people who like me staying or leaving me.

I will be right here, neither clinging, nor abandoning, neither sad, nor happy!


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

"Student Li Xiao Bai greets both teachers." Li Xiao Bai walked up the stage and said politely.
Great Scholar Shen smiled at him, nodding.
Meanwhile, Teacher Jiang of this school asked: "Xiao Bai, do you have any poems?"
Teacher Jiang had a bit of worry shown between his brows. This Xiao Bai was very ordinary in talent, hopefully he had some sort of preparation before this, otherwise with his current standards, this would be a disappointing show.
It was okay if he was the only person disappointed, but right now with Great Scholar Shen here… Especially when the first half of this competition was very interesting and would become renowned in the world, if the later half was disappointing, everyone in the world would know that Teacher Jiang was a talented person but could not teach young talents himself.
"Teacher, I have a poem prepared." Li Xiao Bai immediately answered, he was quite confident.
"Then let us hear it." Teacher Jiang was slightly more assured now.
This Profound Literature grotto-heaven was not like any other place, it had a flourishing literary culture.
If anyone could make a good poem, even if nobody rewards them, heaven and earth would provide them benefits!
Thus, the art of creating poems was an important task, it directly affected the person's livelihood, status, reputation, and future.
Normally speaking, most scholars would accumulate their foundation and save some good poem lines as secrets, even if they could not compose a poem with those lines, they would save it for the future.
Thus, even though many scholars could create great poems, they would not publish them. They would conceal their strength and use them to deal with difficult poem competitions.
Because of this, it was not strange or surprising that Li Xiao Bai had a poem prepared.
Li Xiao Bai had his considerations.
"I have read countless poems in my life, most are world shocking creations, they are famous on Earth even after thousands of years, and after such a long time, the literature on Earth flourished greatly."
"But if I try to use these poems, it will be a problem!"
"This grotto-heaven world has an information path environment, it most excels at collecting information. Especially the method to observe literary qi and talent qi, almost everybody has such methods, they only vary in the depth of abilities."
"I lack literary qi and talent qi, before I used soul replacement, this was just an ordinary student. By creating a world shocking poem now, not only would people not believe me, they would also be suspicious and start investigating me."
"Even if I try to explain that it is not my work afterwards, it would be too late. I'd be seen as dishonest, in this world, everyone will despise and loathe me."
Fang Yuan had planned many things before infiltrating Profound Literature grotto-heaven to deal with all sorts of situations.
The clone Li Xiao Bai lacked literary qi and talent qi to begin with, it was not that Fang Yuan's own talents were lacking.
However, Li Xiao Bai had a large number of famous poems in his memories, other than those from Earth, there were also Fang Yuan's own creations.
Thus, Li Xiao Bai chose one of them and started to recite.
Teacher Jiang let out a breath of air, this poem was quite well constructed, it was barely living up to the standards of today's competition.
"What, it is nothing impressive."
"I sat beside Li Xiao Bai for three years in class, this is way beyond his usual standards, hahaha."
"Isn't that great? With his poem as the anchor, the next two winners will be very lucky."
The students below the stage became increasingly lively.
Even though Li Xiao Bai's poem was quite compatible with his known abilities, he still had many more talented classmates around.
Especially when some students had many precious poems that they prepared already in advance.
These poems were composed meticulously by them, using a lot of time and effort to create, they were too good for other situations, but this was an appropriate setting to use them.
When the drums started rolling and the red flower got passed around, these elite students became very excited, their eyes were shining.
The drums stopped.
Most of the students were disappointed, why were they not chosen?
Next, their eyes turned red, it was him again!
The red flower stopped at Li Xiao Bai's table.
"Oh?" Li Xiao Bai was also quite surprised.
"The rules are the rules, you can come up again." Great Scholar Shen laughed as he shook his head.
Teacher Jiang got worried again, according to Li Xiao Bai's nature and foundation, he had already performed above standard last time, this time…
But Li Xiao Bai started to recite his poem again.
This poem was on the same level as the previous one.
Teacher Jiang finally relaxed as he looked at Li Xiao Bai with a gentler expression: "It seems that even though this student is not as talented, he is very hardworking, he stored up two poems as backup. These two should be his own creation, it was not easy that he managed to compose them."
Li Xiao Bai did not put up a shameful performance, Teacher Jiang was very glad about it.
"The final person."
"Both chances went to Li Xiao Bai, sigh, that was truly bad luck!"
"If I had gone on stage, the two great scholars would definitely be pleasantly surprised. But I was not given a chance."
"I wonder who will get the third chance? If it is not me, I hope it is not them either."
The students were unable to sit still, they had their own thoughts as they lost their cool.
The drums rolled as the students looked at the red flower with bloodshot eyes.
"Pass it to me! Pass it to me!"
"Sigh, it has passed me… I hope the drumming continues and it makes its way to me again."
"Bang!"
The drums stopped abruptly with a loud sound.
Great Scholar Shen opened his eyes as he smiled: "Who is it this time, ugh."
He was dazed, a strange expression was shown on his face as he pointed at the final lucky star, he did not know whether to cry or laugh: "Why is it you again?"
Li Xiao Bai held the flower as he walked up the stage with a grim expression.
He first cupped his fists at the two scholars before turning to the students below the stage: "Fellow classmates, I really did not do this intentionally, getting up the stage thrice is less of a surprise and more of a shock to me. I know that most of you are more talented than me, but I have to recite three times, I sincerely apologize."
Originally, his classmates were shocked and furious, but after hearing Li Xiao Bai's words and expression, the anger in their hearts dissipated.
In fact, a portion of the people started to feel pity for Li Xiao Bai.
After all, Li Xiao Bai's talent and literary skills were inferior to them, wasn't he suffering by going up the stage?
"Your luck is too incredible. Forget it, start reciting." Teacher Jiang laughed as he spoke.
Li Xiao Bai started his recital again, the standard was ordinary but the final line was quite impressive.
Even though it was just a minor point, it elevated the entire poem to a new level.
Not only did Great Scholar Shen laugh and praise it, even Teacher Jiang was a little surprised: "The final line of your poem is quite interesting. How did you conceptualize it?"
Li Xiao Bai smiled bitterly: "Teacher, I don't dare to lie, this poem had only three lines originally, I thought of and added the final line earlier when I was anxious, to think that both sirs would enjoy it, I was also quite surprised!"
Teacher Jiang was stunned before laughing loudly.
Great Scholar Shen shook his head: "Li Xiao Bai, you are very honest."
It turned out that he had used a method secretly to inspect Li Xiao Bai's literary qi and talent qi, he obtained information that this person had quite an ordinary talent.
"But it is not something rare that he can have a flash of inspiration and perform better than normal." Great Scholar Shen had no suspicions.
Teacher Jiang reassessed Li Xiao Bai in a new light.
He looked at Li Xiao Bai inconspicuously as he thought: "Even though Li Xiao Bai is very ordinary in talent, he is very hardworking normally, that is how he had three poems prepared. Being able to gain inspiration and make up the verse on the spot shows that he has potential. But the best thing about him is that he said those words earlier before the third round, he apologized to his classmates, that was his good interpersonal skills. Being able to articulate as well as his writing, and sophisticated in human interaction, he is not bad."
"Wait." Teacher Jiang suddenly thought: "This competition is going to be famous in the world, my reputation has already spread throughout the world before this, that is not key. But Li Xiao Bai is going to become famous from this, if there were three students who performed, it would be less impactful, but he actually took all three chances, this way, he will be the center of attention."
"After ending in a draw against Brother Shen, nobody will find me for a duel in the short period. But there might be some devious people who would target my student in order to affect me!"
And the problem was, Li Xiao Bai was a common and ordinary student.
Teacher Jiang frowned as he made up his mind: "After this, I need to nurture Li Xiao Bai and secretly give him tuition! After this competition, everyone will know that Li Xiao Bai is my student. Even though I have many students, he is the only famous one."
"In the future, if anyone mentions Li Xiao Bai, my name will also come up. Our reputation is already tied together, I need to nurture him well, otherwise…"
Teacher Jiang felt very pressured, he decided to make sure Li Xiao Bai was a proper scholar even if he had to spend a huge amount of effort and resources. Even if he was a cheap piece of wood, he needed to be carved into jade in appearance!
Central Continent, Fei He mountain.
Gu Liu Ru stopped his killer move as he wiped the sweat off his forehead, he let out a breath of air: "It is done, his immortal aperture time has been shifted to its limit, he will face calamities and tribulations very often."
"Thank you for the hard work." Qin Ding Ling smiled as she looked at the sleeping Gu Yue Fang Zheng, suddenly, she gasped.
"What is it?" Gu Liu Ru asked in confusion.
Qin Ding Ling said: "I was using a killer move to inspect luck, I found that after your killer move was activated, Fang Zheng's luck changed again. His original luck was like a hill, lush and squarish, but now it has turned into… hmm… it looks like a pot lid."
Gu Liu Ru was very perplexed: "What premonition is this?"
Qin Ding Ling shook her head, she was troubled too: "In the short term, I cannot understand it."
Two months later.
A certain news made Fang Yuan's main body stop his cultivation.
"I finally found out the location of Dragon Palace."
"Good, I have basically learned all the qi path methods there are, I should act in advance and steal this Immortal Gu House in secret before Heavenly Court does!"


With his Three Fundamental Views* unrighteous, the demon is reborn.
An old dream in the ancient days, a new author with an identical name.
An old story about a time traveler who was constantly being reborn.
An eccentric world that grows, cultivates, and uses Gu. 
The Spring Autumn Cicada, Moonlight Gu, Liquor worm, Comprehensive Golden Light Worm, Fine Black Hair Gu, Hope Gu. . . . . .
And a peerless great demon that freely acts to his heart’s content.
Translator's Synopsis: 
A story of a villain, Fang Yuan who was reborn 500 years into the past with the Spring Autumn Cicada he painstakingly refined. With his profound wisdom, battle and life experiences, he seeks to overcome his foes with skill and wit! Ruthless and amoral, he has no need to hold back as he pursues his ultimate goals. In a world of cruelty where one cultivates using Gu - magical creatures of the world - Fang Yuan must rise up above all with his own power.
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Gu is a legendary venomous insect, often used in black magic practices. It can take on the form of several insects, usually snakes, crickets, worms etc.
* = one's world view, values of worth and philosophy on life 


This song was inspired when he witnessed a man confront his girlfriend who cheated on him. The confrontation almost got violent, thankfully people have interfered. Tayaw can only imagine what could have happened had the couple been alone. After the thought bothered him for a whole after noon, Tayaw wrote this song as what he imagined it could have been. 
 
"The crow can be a mocking bird
His feathers black as coal
He perched outside my prison bar
His stares 'sif I had no soul
Like a judge he looks down at me so
'Down to hell, is where you go
For you murdered Belle O'Brien'." 
 
As Tayaw sang the first verse, he noticed a lot of the crowd almost tuck their chin to their chest from the song's imagery. Their eyes however, are still on him, anticipating the story he would tell. 
 
"I went courtin' Belle O'Brien
got a job and stopped my gamblin 
Every pay I get, half of it I'm savin'
For her I'd bought a house, a ring
But one day I came home, 
the house is empty
My angel is missing, 
my heart sank, it was hefty"
Tayaw painted a picture of how the man in the story fell in love with Belle O'brien and would sacrifice a lot for her. The crowd relaxed a bit at first due to the man's sacrifice, but the end of the verse made them anxious again by the foreboding. 
"So I looked 'round the town
my feet bled, I walked til sundown
Tired, I made for the lake
Where she and I first met
Found my love soaked with another man
My eyes ain't lyin'."
This third verse finally enlightened the crowd at Belle's sin of adultery. They felt for the man. They saw him work hard to provide, only to be repaid by infidelity. Tayaw's closing line, however, made the crowd feel the song become even more tragic.
"My head went dark, my eyes saw red.
I pulled my colt and pulled the trigger.
To Belle O'Brien and her man, 
I put six rounds; I know my life is gone"
 
Tayaw's strong strums at the climax gradually went down to a dark, restrained plucking of the base strings of the guitar. He kept on plucking the song's motif melody until it faded and lingered around the crowd's mind.
The song even left a great impact on the crowd. They did not clap immediately but sat on their seats dazedly. Tayaw saw that it's already 11, and it's time for him to leave the stage. 

"Thank you. That was my set." Tayaw said softly. He bowed to the audience and he stepped off the stage. Tayaw actually wanted to leave coolly, not waiting for the audience's applause. He wanted to exit that way to make a memorable impression to the audience. Leaving a great impression would also make the audience remember Tayaw, and maybe even get curious of him. 
 
Thankfully, Earl's guitar that he's using is an antique so it cannot plug into anything. Because he only had to point a spare microphone to the guitar, he did not have to unplug anything. If he used a guitar that was pluggable, the sound of the unplugging would have pulled out the crowd from their immersion. 
 
Also, there will be a break after Tayaw's performance for 30 minutes, so there is no one waiting to take over immediately after Tayaw was done with his set. 
 
Tayaw is already halfway back to the waiting room when he heard the crowd cheer. Tayaw just chuckled at this, hoping his plan of being memorable worked. As Tayaw stepped on the waiting room, he saw Rez, Bobby and the rest of the Strawberry Front look at him strangely. The members of the band, who performed before Tayaw, are still in the waiting room and are also staring at Tayaw. Tayaw, despite his discomfort from their stare, just nodded at them in greeting as he sat down on one of the chairs and started to put back the guitar on its case. 
 
After a few seconds of silence, Bobby broke the silence. "Goddamn. You just sang a murder ballad! You're f*ckin crazy, kid." Bobby said. Tayaw was reminded of the term. He has heard of murder ballads before, but it's been a long time since he came across the label so he did not realize that he wrote a murder ballad. By dictionary definition of the words, then Tayaw indeed wrote a murder ballad. Tayaw though was puzzled at Bobby's reaction. 
 
"I guess I did. Is it taboo?" Tayaw asked. "Is it illegal?" Tayaw asked more softly and carefully. "What? No. It's just. Nevermind. Great job by the way." Bobby said not bothering to explain himself. "Oh. Thanks. As long as I didn't do anything wrong, I'm fine then." Tayaw said. "I think what he meant was no one actually release murder ballads these days. Some have tried but they just turned out to be cheap knock-offs of the classics." Henry said suddenly popping out from behind the waiting room's large couch. Tayaw figured that Henry must have been taking a nap. 
 
Tayaw's stomach sank at Henry's words. "Was my last song that bad?" Tayaw asked. "What? Nobody said that. I thought it was great, even. It's just that no one was expecting you to sing dark songs in your set, much more a damn murder ballad." Henry said which gave Tayaw great relief. 
 
After chatting for a while, it was already 11:15, only 15 minutes away from Strawberry Front's set. "Alright then. Oh, look at the time. Sorry, Rez, Bobby, it looks like I'll have to check out your set next time." Tayaw said. "Oh? You're going already? Do you have another gig?" Rez asked, feigning offense. "No. It's just I promised my folks that I'll talk to them tonight. It's Sunday morning back home." Tayaw said, lying. He already talked to his parents earlier this morning. He just does not like the strange gazes from some of the people in the waiting room. Their gazes are not hostile per se; he just doesn't being scrutinized this closely. 
 
"Oh. I almost forgot that you're not actually from America. I'll see you tomorrow then. Henry said you're scheduled on the Fridays and Saturdays." Rez said, secretly relieved that Tayaw is leaving. Not only Rez, but the rest of his band are relieved. They are actually intimidated after listening to Tayaw's performance. They are not confident that they can follow after Tayaw basically killed the stage. 
 
"John, Aaron, George, Lenny, Jimmy, Eric. It was nice meeting you." Tayaw also said goodbye to the rest Strawberry Front and the band that performed before Tayaw. After Tayaw stepped out of the waiting room, it was as if the room suddenly got lighter. "Jesus Christ, where did you pull that kid out from, Henry?" Bobby finally expressed what the room is thinking. "PUHAHA! He came to me. I knew he was good, I never thought he was THAT good." Henry said, feeling proud of his decision. 
 
"Man. Are you sure he's not some international star that's decided to play around here?" Aaron, Strawberry Front's banjo player asked. "No. I made sure when I had my granddaughter look them on the interweb. He has an album he released last month, but it's not country. Oh. He has videos on the internet with his band too." Henry explained. 
"He has a band? What's it called?" John, Strawberry Front's drummer asked. "I don't remember. Wait." Henry said as he pulled out his wallet and pulled out a card. "Here. The fella who was with Isaac handed me this. My granddaughter looked Isaac up using it too." Henry said as he handed them the card. 
 
"Oh. That's funny. Did he change his name? I don't even know how to say his name." Bobby said as he read Tayaw's card. "Yeahp. I told him to. This ain't California where people say exotic names all the time." Henry said. "Let me." John, who has a smart phone that can use the wifi, took the card. 

A minute later, he found Tayaw's YouTube channel and the members of Strawberry Front gathered around John's phone. "Holy. Look at them! They're so young!" Bobby exclaimed when he saw the members of Percussive Corrections. "OHhohoho! Look at him go!" Rez exclaimed too, when he saw Hoon's guitar solo. "Mmm. I didn't know this song can sound like this." Aaron commented on the famous dance pop song that Tayaw arranged into a ballad. "I can't believe this drummer sounds like this." John commented at Ike's subtle and subdued drumming compared to his young age. 
 
"Still. They look like Isaac's backing band. They ain't no real band." Bobby commented. "True. It also looks like Isaac is just playing casually. He's holding back for his band's." Aaron agreed. Right after Aaron said that, however, "Scattering awwAAAAAyyy… Ohh OOHH HoohHOhOh.." Tayaw's belting mixed with a vocal run rang out from the speakers of John's phone. "Whwoah! Okay. I didn't know Isaac can sing that high." Bobby said, shocked at Tayaw's vocal power and agility. 
 
Henry, who did not watch Tayaw's YouTube videos in a great extent, was also dumbfounded. "Jesus Christ." He sighed as Tayaw's voice gave him goose bumps. "It's like he's a different singer." Rez said as he shook his head.
 
"Ya sure he ain't famous? A label would have signed him by now. Are the folks at Teungeb deaf?" Aaron said. John, who was silent for a while, noticed something. "Gentlemen, look at the date. Isaac, or his band, put this out on the internet only last month. October 16, 2011. Look here. The earliest on is only dated back in September 21, with only Isaac playing. That's just two months ago." John said to the group. 
 
"So they're basically rookies?" Rez realized. "No. Except for Isaac, they're not even rookies. I don't think they've written their own songs yet." Bobby disagreed. "Not even rookies, but they're better than most people here." Henry crassly said. The Strawberry Front gave a sharp look at Henry. It was true, but he didn't have to say it. Nashville has its own pride after all. Even though Henry is from Texas, he's lived long enough in Nashville to know not to say that.
 
"Hey. We have more time. Want to check Isaac's original songs?" John suggested to the band. "No. Later. We only have five minutes before we start."  Rez shut the suggestion down. 
"Alright." John said. 
 
Henry, seeing Rez's expression, was amused. He knows that Rez had too many shocks from Tayaw tonight. "Oh. I've heard his originals, alright. I remember one of them. It was actual – "  before Henry could continue with whatever he wants to say, Bobby cut him off. "Alright Henry! Jesus Christ! We'll at them later."

A/N : Alt Title - Jack of Entertainment 

Title : Jack of Arts

Synopsis:
Tayaw is a talented musician who never got to fulfill his potential. After losing his purpose in an unfulfilled life full of regrets; he is given the chance to go back in time and do everything over again.Along with a mysterious gift and an unclear mission, Tayaw starts a new life, this time making his mark to the world.
"Tayaw is a once in a hundred years musical artist! I just wish he was born in my generation"
- Buddy Rich, two-time Gramophone Award winner
"I admit he's a good musician, but he's an author first and foremost. He is changing the world of literature for the better."
- Helena Paddington, Outcault Prize for Fiction winner, Sohlman Prize for Literature winner.
"Despite being a musician and an author, he is to me, the greatest blessing to the film industry. This is his era."
- Heo Dong-jun, two-time Academy Award winner for Best Director and three-time nominee.

"I don't like him. Why does he use actors who didn't train and grind on the stage? He says he doesn't like my acting? What the hell does the kid know about acting? I've won awards for f*cks sake!"
- Merrell Street, five-time Academy Award winner for Best Actor, three-time Toby Award winner for Best Actor.




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A ground work for a novel idea in the future.
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English is not my first language so excuse my limited vocabulary and bad grammar. thanks

The words "Library" looked extremely proper. Lu Shu could not hide his excitement. He looked around secretly and stepped into the library since he did not see anyone around.
Lu Shu was thinking, could there be a guard around in an important place like the library?! After all, it contained the books of the entire palace of the King of Gods!
However, when Lu Shu walked in, nobody stopped him. There was nobody in the library.
He took a few steps behind and pushed a door near the cottage. Then, he saw a man sitting with his legs crossed on the ground with a sword in its sheath. When the man heard the door open, he opened his eyes. However, when he opened his eyes, the door was already closed. 
Lu Shu walked into the library feeling bothered. "Isn't there someone here, not everyone has gone to the Sword Hut selections. Why isn't anyone guarding the library, which is an important place?"
As he said that, he stepped into the library. As he walked, he examined the orientation of the room. When he saw the first two rows of shelves, he was stunned. It was difficult to look at these books, they were the poems of the king?!
Were the people crazy? Why did they keep such books?
Lu Shu sighed. He thought the Sword Hut was different but it was just as old-fashioned!
Old-fashioned!
He randomly grabbed a book and flipped. He was stunned almost immediately. The first poem was "Quiet Night Thought" written by Li Bai[1]! 
The poem was printed within and the author's name was handwritten!
"Don't tell me the owner of the Sword Hut wrote it," exclaimed Lu Shu.
He had always been curious. In the past, someone told him that the owner of the Sword Hut went to the palace of the King of Gods to fight with the old King of Gods for the poems of the king. At that moment, he wondered if the owner of the Sword Hut was someone from Earth? 
There were also rumors saying how the owner of the Sword Hut was a child adopted by the old King of Gods when he was out on a vacation. Therefore, Lu Shu was thinking, perhaps he went to Earth and copied so many poems?
Therefore, the owner of the Sword Hut should have come from Earth too…
Therefore, the owner of the Sword Hut did not expose the old King of Gods blatantly but instead helped to take care of his reputation. However, the books in the Sword Hut's Library was filled with handwritten information regarding the book's author and place of origin…
Initially, Lu Shu was not very interested in the library but he suddenly became extremely interested…
He felt as though his heart was burning with the urge to find out more. He revealed such a big secret by randomly flipping through a book?
He wanted to take every book out to flip through them. Then, Lu Shu realized that the owner of the Sword Hut had written down the author of every poem. Of course, the owner of the Sword Hut was not someone who studied the old poems. Therefore, it was understandable that they did not know who the author of certain poems were.
However, even if they did not know who the author was, they still wrote a small line of words at the back of the poem. Although Lu Shu did not know who wrote it, he was certain that it was not written by that particular person.
Tsk tsk, Lu Shu was initially mad with how the old King of Gods got rid of his backup plan. Now that he saw what the owner of the Sword Hut did, he suddenly felt relieved…
After a very long time spent flipping through the books, Lu Shu regained his senses and realized that the sun had set. At this moment, he heard footsteps outside the library. Then, he heard Gu Lingfei's voice. "What is going on, how can he go missing in the Sword Hut? If he disappeared, you guys are in trouble!"
Suddenly, Gu Lingfei stopped in front of the library of the cottage and turned. Both Gu Lingfei and Lu Shu's eyes met.
Lu Shu was about to say that he entered to take a look at the books. Since he was young, he loved to read books… Then, he suddenly realized that Gu Lingfei's expression turned to a look of disbelief. It was the first time she showed that expression on her beautiful face.
Gu Lingfei was shocked. "How did you get in? Who allowed you to go in?"
Lu Shu was unhappy. Nobody was guarding the library and there was no rule stating that nobody could enter. Why couldn't he enter? He said while looking at Gu Lingfei, "I am here to browse the books…"
"You…" Gu Lingfei was panicking. She tried to take a step into the library of the cottage and before her feet could touch the ground, the sound of a sword could be heard echoing throughout the library. It was an extremely sharp sound. 
Lu Shu looked up in shock. He suddenly realized that the grass of which the cottage was made up of turned as dangerous as swords! The library was a sword formation! 
At this moment, he finally understood why Gu Lingfei panicked. No wonder the place was left unguarded. Ordinary people could not even enter, including Master Gu Lingfei!
Gu Lingfei asked coldly, "Teacher had left for so many years and nobody could enter! Why can you enter?!"
Lu Shu was confused. "That's right, how did I enter?"
As he said that, Lu Shu stepped into the deep corners of the library and Gu Lingfei demanded in a low voice, "Get out now!"
Lu Shu said nonchalantly, "You come in and get me…"
Although Lu Shu did not understand why others could not enter but he could, he knew that if he went out and was caught by Gu Lingfei, he would never have the chance to go in again!
Therefore, he could not go out. Moreover, the way back home was in the library! Or rather, he wanted to dig out all the secrets in the library before he left!
Judging from how Gu Lingfei rushed Lu Shu out, it seemed like she had entered in the past and knew that it was an important place. However, that was precisely why Lu Shu wanted to stay.
Moreover, if the Master could not enter the cottage, it was the safest place…
However, Lu Shu thought that even though the owner of the Sword Hut had exceeded the Master realm, they would not be able to prevent a master from entering by randomly plotting a sword formation. Gu Lingfei probably did not attack because she was worried that she would destroy the entire library. 
Lu Shu did not know that all the seven Masters of the Sword Hut had entered the library and was taught by the owner of the Sword Hut.
This was the second most mysterious place, apart from the rear mountain, in the Sword Hut. Only those of the Master Realm could enter. After the owner of the Sword Hut left hurriedly 12 years ago, nobody could enter the library at all.
As Lu Shu walked, he suddenly discovered that the library only had poems of the king… He did not believe it initially but after touring the entire library, he confirmed that there were only poems of the king….
His face turned black immediately. Were all the books hidden?!
[1] One of the most famous classical Chinese poems by the famous poet


Magical energy has come to this world; Lu Shu could only stare as one powerhouse after another appear.

Looking at his own peculiar ability, he exhaled a breath of cold air.

Dog balls!

...

This is a story of how Lu Shu used poisonous chicken soup to become the Demon King

Translator Synopsis:

This is the story of an orphan, Lu Shu. He is not any regular orphan, but a metahuman experiencing the changes in himself, his country and the world during the dawn of the magical era. Watch as Lu Shu embarks on a journey to hone his peculiar abilities together with his sister, the adorable and charismatic Lu Xiaoyu. Along the way, they’ll encounter supernatural events, obstacles and even the most powerful people in their country. How will Lu Shu make the best of his abilities and oust his never-ending list of rivals and opponents?

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