【Hiroshi Itsuki】for a certain reason, has to attend Yokosuka High School. Upon entering, he was commanded by his homeroom teacher to enter the school’s Classics Club because he hadn't joined one yet. Although reluctant, he proceeds to do so. Hiroshi soon finds out that the Classics Club, as his homeroom teacher had promised, is actually “quite interesting”.

This is a strange and inexplicable world…Mountains, water, stones, flowers, grass, trees, wood, the Sun, moonlight, stars… All creation under the Heavens and Earths are sources of energy. In this world, there are all the classics from his previous world, but there is a new addition: The Law of Dao. Fang Zhengzhi was conflicted. I can obtain power from reading books? Should I read Tao Te Ching first? Or should I read The Art of Becoming Invisible? What about the Analects of Confucius or… The Golden Lotus? With The Law Of Dao as his foundation, can Fang Zhengzhi master the Dao of All Creation?

This is a strange and inexplicable world...Mountains, water, stones, flowers, grass, trees, wood, the Sun, moonlight, stars... 
All creation under the Heavens and Earths are sources of energy. In this world, there are all the classics from his previous world, but there is a new addition: The Law of Dao. 
Fang Zhengzhi was conflicted. I can obtain power from reading books? Should I read Tao Te Ching first? Or should I read The Art of Becoming Invisible? What about the Analects of Confucius or... The Golden Lotus? 
With The Law Of Dao as his foundation, can Fang Zhengzhi master the Dao of All Creation and open the gate of God?

"Uh, why does Senior say this? I read very seriously and very carefully!" Ye Yuan said very sincerely.
He had indeed read very seriously and did not have any slipshod aspects.
The white-haired old man snorted coldly and said, "Seriously? Carefully? You read 532 classics in less than 14 days, averaging 30 to 40 books a day. You're telling me seriously and saying carefully?"
Ye Yuan was taken aback for a moment, only then understanding what the white-haired old man meant. He could not help saying with a bitter smile, "Senior, I really read very seriously and absolutely didn't gloss over!"
The white-haired old man discovered that Ye Yuan's talent was astonishing and naturally had very high expectations of him.
But Ye Yuan's attitude of reading the classics made him very unhappy.
Now that he came to remind him, he actually still refused to admit it. This made him even more upset.
The white-haired old man gave a cold snort and said, "You said you read very serious, fine. Then I ask you, what's the most important take-away point for Zi Ming Godherding Fire Controlling Art?"
Zi Ming Godherding Fire Controlling Art was precisely a demon race fire controlling art that Ye Yuan read.
The white-haired old man also saw through that Ye Yuan's fire controlling technique was developed with the human race's fire controlling techniques as foundation, and he did not seem too proficient in the demon race's.
While the Zi Ming Godherding Fire Controlling Art was also a more obscure foundation fire controlling art of the demon race.
The moment Ye Yuan heard, he smiled and said, "Is Senior testing me?"
The white-haired old man did not deny it and said coolly, "If you can't answer, stare at one book and read properly when you enter in the future!"
Ye Yuan smiled and said, "Zi Ming Godherding Fire Controlling Art, the most important thing is engraving the fire in one's heart, heart follows the mind, heart and fire becoming one, controlling fire and connecting divinity!"
The moment the white-haired old man heard, he could not help being slightly surprised.
This was a very obscure knowledge. He did not expect that Ye Yuan answered it in one fell swoop.
He did not give up and asked again, "Fire control is your forte, answering doesn't mean anything. Come again, how many key nodal points does the Howling Rain Sky Direction Art have?"
Ye Yuan smiled slightly and opened his mouth again, describing the few nodes clearly.
The white-haired old man clearly did not believe it, asking question after question, the speed getting faster and faster.
Ye Yuan knew that this old man was doing it for his own good and did not find it bothersome, answering fluently, without any omissions.
The more the white-haired old man asked, the more shocked he was in his heart.
Could it be that this kid used over ten days and learned all of the things others learn in several hundred, even thousand years?
Was this a freaking freak?
What was more damnable was that not only did Ye Yuan answer fluently, he frequently added in his own opinion, which was extremely insightful!
Many comprehensions actually made the white-haired old man have a feeling of suddenly being enlightened.
Those classics that Ye Yuan read, the white-haired old man had long read before no idea how many times. Saying that he could read it backward was not over the top in the slightest.
But he discovered now that he read several tens of thousands of years of classics, and his understanding was actually not as deep as this young man in front of him!
This … was too f*cking hell!
The white-haired old man suddenly discovered that there was a myriad of profanities that galloped across in his heart.
This was not testing the other party, it was purely seeking a beat down!
However, he was still so wretched, asking Ye Yuan questions non-stop. Because Ye Yuan's understanding was indeed greatly beneficial to him.
Finally, the white-haired old man stopped asking. He looked at Ye Yuan with a face like he saw a ghost and said, "Kid, you aren't messing with this old man, right? These classics, you wouldn't have read them before, right?"
Ye Yuan smiled and said, "Senior must be joking. You've already asked a hundred questions. Even if I read before the classics, it also wouldn't so coincidentally match each one, right?"
The white-haired old man thought so too. 500 over kinds of books, there were always some wrong areas.
If he did not read it just now, there would always be some questions and could not be answered.
Furthermore, Ye Yuan also would not be bored to the extent of coming to make fun of him, this gate-keeping old man.
But the more it was like this, the more shocked the white-haired old man was in his heart.
What kind of talent was needed to have such terrifying memorizing ability and comprehension ability?
He waved his hand and said, "You can go!"
Ye Yuan clasped his hands and said, "Many thanks, Senior!"
After Ye Yuan left, the white-haired old man's figure also flashed, disappearing.
...
"Lord Chi Feng, you have to take revenge for us! You look at the three of us, really … really no face to meet people anymore!"
Hu Feng's appearance was indescribably miserable.
Ye Yuan directly sent their divine fires back at that time, giving them a dose of their own medicine, the power was extraordinary.
More than ten days had passed, even though they got much better, there were still burn marks inside and out, looking like poodles.
Most of these priest trainees had priest patrons.
Speaking of which was coincidental too, Hu Feng's backer was precisely Chi Feng.
At this time, the hair on top of Chi Feng's heart already grew back anew, recovering to that domineering appearance.
Chi Feng snorted coldly and said, "The three of you really lost all of my face! Slept three days and nights in the latrine and actually don't even dare to come back! You guys are really capable!"
Hu Feng said with a bitter expression, "Your Excellency, you aren't aware. That punk's fire controlling technique is really incredible! The three of us added together aren't his match either!"
Chi Feng's expression changed, having a bad premonition, and asked in a solemn voice, "What's that punk's name?"
Hu Feng three people exchanged glances, clearly forgetting Ye Yuan's name.
Right at this time, a youth in white walked into the dormitory.
"It's you!"
Hu Feng and Chi Feng few people turned their heads to look, crying out strangely in unison.
When Ye Yuan saw these few people, he instantly understood something and said with a smile, "Welcoming a low-level apprentice like this, the line-up is a little too big, right?"
But Hu Feng said in surprise, "Your Excellency, you know this punk?"
Chi Feng asked back, "It was this brat who burned you all until like this?"
Hu Feng nodded and said, "Yeah, it's this kid! I beg Your Excellency to help us take revenge!"
Chi Feng had a strange look, thinking to himself, avenge your ass!
Your father isn't even his match, yet you guys still asked me to help you take revenge!
But in front of subordinates, he naturally would not yield.
In reality, after the fire battle the last time, he already thought about taking revenge.
This kid's attainment in fire control was extraordinary. But in alchemy, he was definitely inferior to him,
Otherwise, he would not be a low-level apprentice but a true priest already.
Chi Feng looked at Ye Yuan and said with a cold smile, "Kid, dare to bet with me again or not?"
Ye Yuan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Still dare to bet with me? Aren't you scared of losing until you don't even have pants to wear? Should I be calling you a wealth scattering boy or not?"
Hu Feng three people exchanged glances, not knowing what happened, but still said in a great rage, "Stinky brat, you, a low-level apprentice, dare to humiliate Lord Chi Feng? He's a lord priest of the temple, are you tired of living?"
Chi Feng said impatiently, "Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense! Brat, you chose the gambling method the last time. This time, I'll pick! Do you have the balls or not?"
Ye Yuan looked at Chi Feng and said with a smile that was not a smile, "You don't need to aggravate me. Since you want to be a wealth scattering boy, if I were to refuse, wouldn't that be seen as holding others back from achieving success? Say it, what's the wager?"
Chi Feng said in a solemn voice, "Let's compete in pill refinement!"


TRANSLATOR'S SYNOPSIS

Qingyun Zi was betrayed and murdered. Just when he thought that everything was over, he wakes up in a new body; the body of a silkpants named Ye Yuan. 


As he embarks on a new life, he struggles to cope with the loss of loved ones as well as to accept his new identity. 


Unresigned to his fate, Ye Yuan resolves to make his way back to the top while hiding his identity from his old enemies as he plots his revenge.
 

How did he revive? Will he be exposed and die again with countless regrets? Was there a mastermind behind all this?


With all these questions and more in his heart, Ye Yuan resolves to seek out answers as he uncovers a darker plot behind everything.

"Oh! — Daddy's Changsheng, come over and let Daddy carry you."
He patiently waited for Wei Jingxian to feed the child milk and for her to burp their baby. Feng Jin then stretched his hands forth to carry Changsheng, his face brimming with the tenderness of a father.
"Ai, haven't seen her for half a day and Changsheng is looking even prettier."
Feng Jin does not need a script to praise his daughter to the heavens.
Changsheng loved his easy-going demeanor and his fresh body scent, she was determined to get close to him. Her crystal-clear eyes widened, and both father and daughter looked into each other's eyes lovingly. She occasionally made strange noises, grin thus revealing her bright red gums.
Upon seeing both interact without understanding each other, Wei Jingxian pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes were overflowing with bliss.
After playing with her for some time, Changsheng was exhausted and Feng Jin laid her down in her cot and pulled a book from his sleeve.
It is said that if little children hear some basic reading materials, they will amass intelligence prematurely and learn to speak faster than their peers.
Following the principles of "my daughter will definitely not be inferior," and "I love studying so my daughter will surely also enjoy studying," Feng Jin instinctively desired for his child not to lose at the starting point. If she listened more attentively now, then when the stage of reading and speaking is attained, she will be quick and clever at talking and more. 
As the baby was taking a nap, Wei Jingxian did not notice the book Feng Jin pulled out.
The maids helped her wipe down her body briefly and she felt better. Then she laid down again and was overwhelmed with fatigue.
During confinement, the cycle of eating and sleeping repeated itself. Her bones felt so stiff.
She originally intended to fall asleep hearing her Langjun's gentle and soothing voice in the background, but unexpectedly, what is this that he is reading!
"…All women must learn first to conduct themselves properly. The means to do so is not to neglect to be chaste thus bringing honor to her body…Wherever she is, men and women should be separate. She should not be curious about what's outside nor step to the outer courts. She should not introduce herself to males who are not her family members. Neither should she be matchmade if she doesn't prove to be virtuous and benevolent. She should conduct herself appropriately to be deemed a human…?" As Feng Jin finished reading this paragraph, he inevitably flipped to that page and felt bewildered.
The book's title clearly displayed three big words, Analects for Women, can it be fake?
Wei Jingxian also felt uneasy, she slowly got up and saw Feng Jin casually flip two pages and continue to read.
"When a woman marries, her husband is the lord of her family… her husband must be given the utmost respect, she has to put her own will down… if her husband is furious, she cannot be annoyed or displeased. She must retreat and submit, be forbearing and meek…A woman stays within her chambers, she seldom has a cause to step out of the house. She comes when commanded, leaves when asked to. If she falls short of these standards, she deserves to be shouted at furiously..."
Feng Jin was confused, he immediately shut the book, Analects for Women, then picked up Women's Commandments and vaguely flipped through it.
 "…Her husband has the right to remarry, a wife does not as in time past, her husband is her all. She cannot escape from the solid heavens, likewise, she cannot leave her husband's stronghold. If one disobeys and dishonors the gods, the heavens will enforce punishment; Any transgressions against the code of conduct, her husband can rightfully despise her…" The more he read, the more his expression became tigthened.
Having got up, Wei Jingxian carried her daughter who was soundly asleep in her cot to her bosom and covered her ears.
With much sarcasm, she remarked, "Now I see that my husband loves women who are obedient like wooden puppets."
With a stomach full of grievance, Feng Jin was speechless.
Without waiting for him to speak, Wei Jingxian added, "If it pleases my husband, go ahead and find such women. However, Changsheng was in my womb for 10 months before I delivered her, and I dote on her dearly so how can I bear for her to be trampled upon and despised by other men in future. Your wife is tired, please do as you wish my husband."
An innocently confused Feng Jin continued to keep quiet.
In utter shock, he sat where he was, flipped the remaining two books disbelievingly. The contents are similar, demanding for women to be increasingly humble, meek and submissive. Without the need to step out of the door, it seemed best if they threw their brains away and stopped thinking altogether.
How was this raising a daughter? It was clearly raising a female slave. Which legitimate noble daughter has such a low-down disposition?
Feng Jin felt he was cheated.
A genius like him should naturally have a talented, intelligent daughter who is becoming of his heritage.
What about the Four Self-accomplishment Classics for Women?
Where is the aforementioned starting reading material for women?
He must have read a pirated copy, right?
Jiang Pengji has said it well; men are not solely the father of husbands in their lifetime but may also be the father of wives.
According to the content of the Four Self-accomplishment Classics for Women about a woman's private life, which women do not end up as a wooden figurine without the ability to make decisions?
Some men may not mind marrying a compliant, wooden person as his wife because they can choose from a variety of concubines but may not accept their daughter to be such and allow their future husband and his family to despise her... even more so, was it unbearable for a new father like Feng Jin.
Anger consumed him till he threw the book out of the horse carriage, how he wished he could confront Qiguan Rang.
Such an evil-minded person. Why did he even give such a disgusting thing to him?
Stirring up trouble on purpose!
Before that, he felt he must clear his grievances himself. How can he be such a man?
"Jingxian, this is a pure misunderstanding. Your husband loves Changsheng with my life, how can I..."
Feng Jin was speaking halfway before Wei Jingxian interrupted, "If my husband truly means it, why read such a demeaning book to Changsheng?"
An aggrieved Feng Jin found he could not speak. 
If he foresaw the content of the book will be such, he wouldn't even read and will immediately burn it. Keeping his precious daughter away from this...poison. 
"This was just given to your husband by Wenzheng." To preserve the harmony at home, Feng Jin has to betray Qiguan Rang. "When we light-heartedly talked previously, I mentioned about the Four Self-accomplishment Classics for Women. Initially I thought it was an ideal starting reading material, so I unsuspectingly..."
Speaking of which, he is very innocent.
Wei Jingxian wasn't genuinely angry, this was just her extreme reaction.
At this, a fatigued Changsheng briefly opened her eyes and yawned, two drops of tears flowed, and she looked innocently at her mother.
"Your husband was clueless. These four books have become the essential readings for Zhongzhao's noble women, it has also been hailed as the gold standard. Before one gets married, the groom's family must give a set of books to his future wife." Wei Jingxian sighed heavily, she looked into Feng Jin's feeling conflicted and suddenly mentioned someone, "Does my husband remember a revered Confucius scholar, Master Wan Changzhai?"
Wan Changzhai?
He remembers him as he values scholarly men and thought highly of them.
"Master Wan Changzhai had a daughter, aged 15. Last year, she went to the temple to offer incense and carelessly lost her handkerchief which was picked up by a shameless local bully. This incident was made known, all the people thought the lady and the bully have sexual relations, her prior wedding engagement was called off, moreover, her fiancé's family despised her as an unchaste woman. The elders of her tribe were utterly embarrassed, they seized the opportunity when Master Wan Changzhai was away from home and forcefully drowned her in the pond."
"Drowned her in a pond?" Feng Jin was dumbfounded.
"He anxiously rushed home, but unfortunately, his daughter already drowned. By-standers didn't judge this to be a crime, contrarily they felt this move protected her chastity. Her virginity was robbed from her, having had a relationship with a shameless bully, only through death her innocence can be proven..."
These happenings were mentioned to her by her friends. The more she heard, the more Wei Jingxian felt her anxiety building up in her heart.
"Also, Master Wan Changzhai has a younger sister who couldn't get along with her in-laws and divorced. The elders prevented her from re-marrying and disgracing the family. She also met with the fate of being drowned in a pond. Master Wan Changzhai is an esteemed person in Zhongzhao yet he was unable to protect his sister and daughter."
Feng Jin felt he was listening to a heavenly book as the content of Wei Jingxian's words reflected that.
She added oil to fire saying, "Rumour has it that a distinguished rich "Wangmen" widow in Zhongzhao...A "Wangmen" widow refers to women who prior to getting married, their prospective husband passes away. In order to guard their chastity, she marries her husband's tablet, thus the title. Her in-laws worry that she'll be unwilling and unfaithful in guarding her chastity since their son died... let alone having an affair with other men, they forbid her from masturbating thus forcing her to cut off her fingers to prove her determination to remain pure and chaste... the source of these problems is the Four Self-accomplishment Classics for Women book."
As she finished her tale, Wei Jingxian broke unto a sardonic smile befitting the end of such horrors.


Jiang Pengji got something called the Court Intrigue Stream System.
System: "Your goal is to become the most prestigious woman in the kingdom (the Queen)!" 
Jiang Pengji: "Okay, System. No problem!"
Years later, she met the target by becoming the most prestigious woman (the Empress).
Jiang Pengji: "Well done, no?"
System: "Why the hack did you fight on horseback? I want court intrigue among the King's women!"

#how a future general wins the ancient throne
#Her man watches in silence, the System watches with tears

The first needle pierced the Yang Bai acupoint, the next one was the Buccal Cave acupoint, and the third one was the Mountain Pass acupoint.

Three needles, Qin Wushuang had only pierced the three acupoints and it had instantly reduced a significant amount of the pain in Qin Lianshan. 

“Good boy, where did you learn this?” Qin Lianshan was overjoyed. His son had brought him many surprises. 

“I didn’t learn much when I was studying at the Martial Arts Academy. However, I did read a lot of medical books and learned the basics,” Qin Wushuang said in a subdued tone.  

Qin Sixi smiled honestly: “Even if you’ve only learned the basics, you are still incredible. Young Master is a genius.” 

“Sixi, we need to keep this matter a secret,” Qin Lianshan ordered cautiously. 

“Yes.” 

Qin Wushuang finally retracted the needles after he had finished treated his father using acupuncture and moxibustion. He explained: "Father, I will continue treating you using acupuncture two times a day in the future. You will be healed in a few months."  

Inwardly, Qin Wushuang had already formulated a plan. He’d decided to let his father practice the <Classics of Tendon Changing > technique. 

Now, the only difficulty was how he would present the <Classics of Tendon Changing> to his father without arousing suspicion? After all, <Classics of Tendon Changing> was a rare martial arts technique. It most likely surpassed all the martial arts techniques in Bai Yue Country. With such an abnormal book, how could he find a way to explain its origin to his father.

After a night of thinking, Qin Wushuang finally had a plan. However, he was not in a hurry to carry it out. Because if he carried out his plan now, it would be too obvious. 

Each day, he would treat his father with acupuncture twice. After a month, Qin Wushuang joyously sought out his father after he had finished his morning practice. 

“Wushuang, what’s going on?” 

“Father, I picked up a sheepskin scroll when I was training in the High Cang Mountain. Please take a look.” Qin Wushuang presented the sheepskin scroll that he had prepared earlier. 


“Eh?” Qin Lianshan took the scroll. When he opened it, his expression changed slightly. Then, as he continued to read it, he became more and more excited. When he’d finished, his hands could not help but tremble. 

“Wushuang, where did you pick this up?” Qin Lianshan closed the scroll and asked in a trembling tone. 

“In a remote corner.” 

“It must be the will of the Heavens! The will of the Heavens!” Qin Lianshan was incredibly excited, and he tightly clutched the sheepskin scroll, "Wushuang, in this scroll is recorded a profound martial arts technique. And our family currently has an extreme shortage of martial arts technique! What do you think, is the Heavens bestowing prosperity upon our family?"

"Father, the scroll said that all the bones and muscles would be broken down first and then reconstructed later, causing the body to undergo a rebirth! Isn’t the risk too extreme?”

"If you don't enter the tiger's den, how will you get the tiger’s cubs? For all the powerful people that reached the peak of martial arts, have they not gone through significant risks?"

“Father, you are planning to take the risk?” 

“Wushuang, Father is jubilant to see you’ve matured. You also understand our family's current situation. The “Family Class Evaluation” will start in one year’s time. If the Qin family wants to protect their Humble Class seat, then Father must take this risk. This martial arts technique does not seem to be a scam…” 

This result was what Qin Wushuang had wanted to see. When he saw that his father had become determined to follow through with his decision, Qin Wushuang changed his tone and pondered: "Father, the Genuine Qi inside your body is in chaos. If this technique could break through and change the tendons, it would serve two purposes."  

Thankfully, although his act had not been flawless, he had not been exposed nor had he left any obvious tracks. As soon as his father practiced this <Classics of Tendon Changing>, it would not only help him to relieve his injury completely but it would also help him to transform his blood vessels. From that point, he would be on a fast track with his training.

Maybe, it would be the best help to his father.

When Qin Wushuang left his father's room, his emotions were stirred. At least within River County for the next three to five years, with this <Classics of Tendon Changing>, those old aristocratic masters would never be able to catch up to his father! 

Time slipped away and in a blink of an eye, a new year had come.

For hundreds of years, the Qin family had an old tradition of offering sacrifices to their ancestors at the beginning of a year. Qin Lianshan brought his son and daughter to the ancestral hall. He arranged all the sacrificial goods and lighted the candles. 

“With the ancestors watching, unfilial offspring Qin Lianshan has brought my son and daughter to kowtow before you all.” 

After three bows and nine kowtows, Qin Lianshan said: “Spirits of ancestors, there is one more year until the “Family Class Evaluation.” Ancestors, please bless Lianshan to reach the Second Stage of the Genuine Force in this year. To protect our family's aristocratic seat…"  

The Second Stage of the Genuine Force?

Inwardly, Qin Wushuang laughed. In these few months, his father had traversed the correct path of the <Classics Of The Tendon Changing> and had formed an ideal benign cycle. If there were no unexpected accidents, then in one year’s time, he would be guaranteed to reach Stage Three of the Genuine Force. 

If he was lucky, it was possible to reach Stage Four! 

However, he could only keep these thoughts to himself and not speak them aloud. While he was still thinking, Qin Lianshan said: “Wushuang, come here. Send your vow of ambition to the ancestors.” 

Qin Wushuang did not dare to neglect this. He went up and said respectfully: “Spirits of ancestors, your offspring Wushuang will make a promise to you. As a child of the Qin family, with my impressive body and unyielding character, I will not submit myself to the powerhouses. I will not fear any bullies, nor comply or compromise with the rich and the Wealthy Class. Even if my body is to be burned in a sea of fire, I will fight honestly with my two iron fists. Even if knives adorned the top of the mountain, I will use all of my Genuine Qi to shoot up to the sky and soar through the Galaxia! In short, as a child of the Qin family, I will never be a coward and lag behind others! As long as I still draw breath, I vow to lead the Qin family to prosperity and to a new level!"  

After hearing his son’s determined words, Qin Lianshan repeatedly nodded in gratification at the declaration. Qin Xiu’s eyes also expressed a great joy. 

Her little brother had finally grown up! 

“Wushuang, there is only one year left until the “Family Class Evaluation.” Most likely, this year will be the most difficult one. Those people that lust after our family’s fortunes will probably take a lot of actions in this year. You must be careful.” 

Qin Lianshan warmly advised Qin Wushuang repeatedly.  

With Qin Wushuang’s current strength, River County was too small a place for him. Of course, he would not worry. On the contrary, he asked: “Father, who were those families that wanted our Humble Class seat?” 

The father and son pair returned to the manor and continued their talk. 

He heard from his father that there were three families eligible to take the Qin family’s Humble Class seat. In the same town, the herbalist, Shopkeeper Niu, was one of them. Qin Wushuang was familiar with them. They had a bucktoothed son named Niu Dou. He was always at odds with Qin Wushuang during his time at the academy. 

The other two were relatives of the Prominent Class families in River County. They were all business people with a lot of money and assets. Only, they had been born into civilian families, thus, they did not have good social status and lacked a nobility seat. 

Among these families, the Gu family had the greatest hope. They were Patriarch Xu’s in-laws and operated a large silk fabric business in River County. The Xu family had schemed against the Qin family because they wanted the Gu family to take control of this Humble Class seat. 

From highest to lowest, the hierarchy of this world was separated into Spirits, Wu, Ministerials, Shu, Civilians, and Slaves.

Spirits referred to those staggeringly mighty warriors that resided in the Spiritual World. It was rumored that there existed a Spiritual World outside of the human world. There were a lot of powerful existences there. These dominant people were the ones that controlled the entire galaxy.

However, rumors were just rumors. To most people, it remained a mystery whether the Spiritual World even existed. 

The Wu class did not refer to traditional martial artists' families. Instead, it referred to the Zhen Wu Holy Place. Each country of this world reportedly had their own Zhen Wu Holy Place. Inside each Holy Place were a lot of outstanding martial artists that only protected the rulers of each country. It was a place to enlist the best to guard the royal families. 

In other words, the Zhen Wu Holy Place was the peak existence of the world’s secular forces. 

Ministerials referred to Ministerial aristocrats. They were the upper-class aristocrats and had three levels. From top to bottom were the Royalty, Feudal Lords, and Venerable Aristocrats. 

Shu referred to Shu aristocrats. They were lower-class aristocrats and divided into three classes. From top to bottom, the ranks was the Wealthy, Prominent and the Humble Class.

Civilians naturally referred to the ordinary people. This class included peasants, workers, business people and much more.

For the Slave class, it referred to slaves that had no personal freedom and were aristocrats’ private assets. They existed at the very bottom. 

Civilians and slaves made up most of the population. 

Ministerials and the Shu Class formed the primary ruling classes. 

Of course, the Qin family was a Humble Class at the bottom of the Shu level. They appeared to be aristocrats, but because their family power was weak, they were driven away from the mainstream aristocrats.

Or else, how could Gou Sheng, a lobbyist born in the civilian class, have come into their home openly and without fear? 

"Father, do you think the Spiritual World exists?" Qin Wushuang asked curiously. 

“It was rumored that our ancestors confirmed that this Spiritual World existed. And our family originally had some connection with the Spiritual World. But, this rumor has been going around for hundreds of years. I am not sure if it really exists." Qin Lianshan sighed. 

“It will be good If I can travel around and meet one or two of those mighty Spiritual Warriors." In his previous life, Wu Xinghe was not able to reach the Dan Road Realm. Thus, he had always had an undescribed desire to journey to a higher level world.

After all, he had been at the peak of inner strength and was a step away from advancement. Thus, he had only been one step away from the gate of the Immortal.

However, he had never managed to take that step. His martial arts journey had been cut short, the cycle of life and death had stood between him and that last step.

Fortunately, rumors of the Spiritual World traveled around in this world! There must be a reason for such stories and deep inside Qin Wushuang’s mind, he still wanted to believe it. This spiritual world should be the Dan Road Realm that had been impossible to reach in his former world! 

“Wushuang, don’t run wild with your imagination. You have not forgotten what I am expecting from you, right?" Qin Lianshan warned Qin Wushuang because he did not want his son to think about that nonsense every day. 

“I remember that Father hoped for me to achieve a grade in the upper-class range,” Qin Wushuang replied thoughtfully.  

"That's right. If you are persistent with your training, eventually all upper-class martial arts students will at least reach Stage Four of the Genuine Force! In that case, even if our family has temporarily lost its power, we will one day regain our pride. Wushuang, you must remember the responsibility you are shouldering,” Qin Wushuang said earnestly. 

From his tone, Qin Wushuang somewhat felt that his father lacked confidence in the upcoming "Family Class Evaluation." Did he want to give up before attending the “Family Class Evaluation?”  

“Father, you mean…” 

Qin Lianshan sighed lightly. As a trace of subtle light flashed across his eyes, he said with a determined tone: "No matter what happens, I will use my full strength to protect the Qin family's Humble Class seat. But, just in case! I am saying that if I cannot protect it, then you, Qin Wushuang, you must wash away this shame for Father."

It was the determination of “Succeed, or die trying.”

“Father, you are way too depressed, aren’t you? From you tone, it seems that you are looking to sacrifice yourself if you cannot protect this seat?” Qin Wushuang yawned, “Don’t we still have another year? It’s a lot of time! Maybe our family will even become a Prominent or Wealthy Class family, much less protect our Humble Class seat.” 

Qin Wushuang knew his son was smart and he was used to his mature tone. 

“Wushuang, a family must have a Stage Two Genuine Force Warrior to qualify for the Prominent class. And for the Wealthy Class, a family would need a Stage Four Genuine Force Warrior! In our Qin family, we’ve never had a Stage Two Genuine Force Warrior in four generations!" Qin Lianshan thought of the prosperity his ancestors had, and right now, they were too weak to even protect their Humble Class seat. Thus, he could not help but feel depressed.  

"With effort, you can achieve anything. Father, don't overthink it. Don't forget, with both of us going into the battle together; there is nothing that can stop us!" Qin Wushuang stood up and walked to the backyard as he said. He muttered: “I am going to train.” 

Qin Lianshan thoughtfully watched his son’s departing back. He could not see through his son. Even at such young age, a layer of mystery seemed to surround him. As Qin Lianshan continued to watch the direction in which his son had left, he was also confused. He could not help but smile when he’d heard his son proclaimed himself a man. 

Without a doubt, this child was worthy of his hopes. However, in such a short year, no matter how fast he matured, he still had not yet reached the stage to become burdened by the worries of the family, right?





In China’s modern martial arts society, Wu Xinghe was history’s youngest grandmaster of martial arts. He was invincible. Because of a strange incident, he was reincarnated as Qin Wushuang, a poor aristocratic boy in an entirely different world with its own set of rules. With his strong will and passion, he began his journey to pursue the highest peak of martial arts!

The main character’s beliefs are:

Never comply with the aristocrats or the rich people, regardless of any situation. To only depend on your own strength because, eventually, you will have the power to be invincible.

Rise! Soar through the Galaxia! 

Wang Yao checked the herbal field using the light of the torch. The damage was not major, only a few leaves of radix gentianae were taken. Wang Yao guessed the thief was very cautious. He must have run away after hearing the noises in the cottage.
Wang Yao looked into the distance and could see the corner of the village. The village was quiet and peaceful under the moonlight.
For some people, if there's no coffin then they'll shed no tears! Wang Yao thought.
It started to rain the next morning; autumn rain was cold.
Wang Yao still watered the herbal field using ancient spring water although it was raining. Afterwards, he returned to his cottage to prepare herbs and started brewing.
East mulberry leaves, Licorice, Campanulaceae, Mint, Forsythia, Reed Rhizome...
Inside the cottage, there was one man, one pot, one set of fire, and the smell of herbs. Outside the cottage, the autumn rain continued to come down on the quiet and peaceful Nanshan Hill.
A lot of special things can be done in this kind of weather, such as having a cup of coffee in a quiet corner, reading a book at home, meditation, or having a nice nap. It was usually quiet on a rainy day.
Wang Yao was sitting in his cottage and looking at the fire. He could smell the herbs coming from the pot. It was so much fun and it was a very meaningful thing to do to brew decoctions.
Arctium, Nepeta Ear, Honeysuckle flower, Bamboo leaves...Atracdylodes, Poria Cocos, Chinese yam, Lotus seeds, Licorice...
Maybe it was because of the rain that Wang Yao was quiet and calm. He successfully made three formulas by the end of the day. Wang Yao was so relieved after the success. He put out the fire, cleaned the multifunctional pot and did some stretches.
Let's call it a day, Wang Yao decided.
Wang Yao had successfully made four formulas in less than two days. The process was much smoother than he had expected, so he didn't need to rush anymore.
He sat on the chair and took out the book Natural Classics and started to read it. Although he didn't quite get the meaning of the book, he could feel it was a profound book. What made Wang Yao thrilled was that he started to understand the methods of self-renewing to induce Qi which he didn't know about for a long time.
Inhale, exhale...
"The essence of Tao is secretive and unseen. The extremes of Tao are dark and quiet—no vision and no hearing. Embrace the spirit with rest, your figure will shape itself. The means of nature will stay clear; the means of Yin and Yang will stay calm and the means of being a human will last forever. As the name of the book: Natural Classics, the great Tao is invisible. The sky and earth are fertile; the great Tao is ruthless. The sun and the moon come and go as always. The great Tao has no name. Everything in this world is being nourished—humans, law and Earth—Earth, law and sky—sky, law and Tao. The method of Tao is all about nature."
The book, Natural Classics was not thick. It didn't take long to read through one chapter, so Wang Yao took his time. On one hand, the content was not easy to understand. On the other hand, Wang Yao wanted to thoroughly understand the philosophy it contained. It started to get dark, but Wang Yao was unaware of it—he was still reading the book.
Suddenly his phone rang. Wang Yao closed the book and packed it away in the system. What a shame! he thought.
He had just started to get the meaning out of the book as if he touched something wonderful, saw something miraculous, and felt something different. But the phone ringing stopped everything.
This book is truly extraordinary! Wang Yao thought.
"Hello, mom?" Wang Yao picked up the phone.
"Come home and have dinner. I haven't seen you for a whole day!" Zhang Xiuying sounded concerned.
"I know mom," said Wang Yao.
He then locked the door of the cottage and went down the hill with an umbrella.
The hill in the rain was quiet, especially when it was dark. The hill was quiet and spooky. But Wang Yao had gotten used to it. He went down the hill and returned to his home. His mother had prepared dinner; she cooked four dishes and one soup, including fish and meat.
"What a superb meal—special day today?" asked Wang Yao with a smile.
"Don't be silly, go and wash your hands," said Zhang Xiuying.
"Okay!" said Wang Yao.
Wang Yao and his parents were having dinner happily together.
"Do you still need to go to the hill at night?" asked Zhang Xiuying.
"Yes, I need to keep an eye on the field," said Wang Yao.
"I'm a bit worried about you being alone on the hill at night!" This was not the first time Zhang Xiuying said this.
"I've got San Xian keeping me company," said Wang Yao with a smile.
"Maybe you can get your dad to go with you?" suggested Zhang Xiuying.
"Are you kidding? There's just one small bed in the cottage. I will be fine. Don't worry about me!" said Wang Yao.
It took Wang Yao some effort to convince his mother that he would be fine. After dinner, Wang Yao talked a bit with his parents, then went back up to the hill.
"Fenghua, why didn't you say anything to stop him!" Zhang Xiuying blamed her husband as soon as Wang Yao left.
Wang Fenghua was smoking and didn't say a word. After a long time, he said, "Just let him do what he wants."
"What? It was you who didn't allow him to grow herbs a few weeks ago," said Zhang Xiuying.
Wang Fenghua didn't respond. He just had dinner with the village secretary a few days ago. Wang Jianli, the village secretary talked a lot after a few glasses of drink and Wang Fenghua kept some of his words in mind.
"Your son, Wang Yao is such an extraordinary young man! He knows the way of people and the world. All the villagers were wrong about him!" said Wang Jianli.
In the village, Wang Jianli had praised a lot of people but not sincerely. Everybody who knew him well knew that he only sincerely praised people after drinking a couple bottles of beer. In addition, he rarely praised young people. At that time Wang Fenghua realized his son had truly changed.
Maybe I should leave him alone, thought Wang Fenghua.
Wang Yao went up Nanshan Hill with a torch in his hand. He soon arrived at his cottage to hide from the rain and wind outside.
He turned the light on and started to read Natural Classics aloud. The rain continued outside and it didn't stop until after midnight.
It was much cooler the next day.
After watering the herbal field, Wang Yao went further up on the hill and sat down next to a rock. He started to practice a method of inducing Qi according to Natural Classics.
He had done some research online. Rumor had it that the book was written by a Taoist called Guang Chengzi. But the version he found online was different from the book given to him by the system. A lot of information was missing in the online version and there was no mention of the method of inducing Qi. It was like an abridged version.
Wang Yao closed his eyes to practice inhaling and exhaling. Suddenly, he felt light through his eyes as it was dawn already. Mornings were the best time of the day to practice breathing as the air was fresh and the sunshine was mild.
After sitting on the rock for about one hour, Wang Yao went back to the cottage to continue brewing decoctions. He saw people starting to show up on the hill.
Baa, Baa. Moo, Moo. A herd of cattle and sheep came along the road of the hill.
"Hi uncle, you are so early today," Wang Yao said hello to a man following the herd.
"Hello," the man waved back.
"What is that smell?" a villager asked.
"It's the smell of herbs. I don't know what Fenghua's son has been doing again," another villager said.
"He's been on Nanshan Hill all this time, never looking for a proper job!" the villager added.
"Well, it's not bad to do farming!" said an old man who was smoking.
"Not bad? Can he actually make any money?" a middle-aged man said with contempt.
"Better to mess with a senior than a promising young man in his temporary sorry state!"
　　


In an inaccessible village, there were a few houses on the hillside. 
People from far away were attracted here and the mountain road was crowded with luxury cars, because, in this town, there was a young man with incredible medical skills  who could cure all kinds of illnesses!

"The precepts are essential to Quanzhen and have been passed down in our sect of thousands of years. We currently have the 'primary ten true precepts', the 'intermediate three hundred commandments', and the 'heavenly commandments of the completion of three altars'. According to the doctrines of our forefathers, one would only be considered a proper priest after the headdress ceremony and only after the initiation program will a priest become a precept follower; one will gradually move up the Taoist rank in a proper order after that. Nevertheless, we are guided by a new government policy now and you are our first class of intern disciples. Today, we will be studying the 'primary ten true precepts'."
Inside the scripture hall sat the twenty-four little ones, who had their legs crossed and their backs ramrod straight. Priest Huihe stood at the front, teaching the morning class.
"The first precept: one must be loyal to your lord, obey your parents, and be kind and trustworthy. Spare no effort in serving your lord and parents with the utmost sincerity.
The second precept: one must not attempt malicious or insidious deeds, but should accumulate merits by relieving all living creatures from their distress.
The third precept: one must not kill animals for food, but should extend their kindness to even the insects.
The fourth precept: one must not engage in lewd and lascivious behavior, which would lead to the corruption of the vital Qi and stain the spiritual essence. One should be discreet and stay away from such unwanted offense.
…
The ninth precept: one must not keep company of unworthy persons and walk among ill-reputed places. One should look up to those more virtuous and dwell in refined and nonaggressive locations.
The tenth precept: one must not indulge themselves in frivolous conduct or flippant behaviour, but should be prudent, reserved, and always value morality above anything else."
He read through the ten precepts first, then explained each one in turn.
Precepts were the code of conduct for monks/nuns/priests. Essentially, they were no different from the "five stresses and four points of beauty[1]" or the "Eight Honors and Eight Shames[2]", only that they read more awkwardly.
The kids had all attended primary school before coming here and some were old enough to be middle school students. Hence, they did not find the class too abstruse and thought it similar to the session of appreciating ancient prose in their Chinese classes.
Xu Ziying's followed Huihe attentively, apparently hanging to his every word. However, every now and then, she would steal a glance sideways to where He He was sitting.
Ever since the first day of their arriving at the temple, or more precisely, ever since that little girl uttered that earth-shaking question, an odd feeling had been nagging at Xu Ziying.
One example of the things that had been bothering her was that Priest Huihe himself had ordered He He's seat to be moved from the last row to the first.
What did that mean? Well, it was a dagger in the slackers' heart! Such treatment had almost sealed He He's place as the curve wrecker, which alone was enough to make Xu Ziying set her alarm.
"In all of the ten thousand holy classics, loyalty and filial piety are emphasized as the first priorities. One should serve their lord and carry out the lord's command diligently so as to return the lord's favor and protection. One should also cultivate their moral character, act prudently, and attend upon their parents, so as to show their gratitude for the love and care received from childhood…" Huihe finished explaining the first precept and asked, "Any question?"
"Priest!" Hardly had his voice faded away before He He responded, "You said we must be loyal to our lord and obey our parents, but there are no more emperors now. Whom should we be loyal to?"
"Well, we might no longer have kings or emperors, but we worship the gods, wish a long-lasting good fortune for our nation, dispel evil and harm, and persuade the people to do good deeds. All of these are demonstrations of our loyalty as Taoist priests." Huihe smiled.
"I see… Thank you, Priest!"
He He did not really understand those words, but she kept them firmly in her mind all the same.
Another quarter of an hour of teaching and the morning class was over. The kids filed out running, heading for the canteen for their breakfast.
Before she realized, He He had been here for three days.
Considering their young age, Taiqing Palace did not give them too full a schedule. They got up at six thirty in the morning, morning class started at seven, and breakfast was at seven fifty, followed by three sessions of academic courses.
Afternoons were mostly dedicated to physical training. They were taught two sets of fist movements, which was slightly more advanced than that "First National Fitness Program for Primary and Secondary School Students".
After that came supper and the evening class. The period from eight o'clock onwards was free time of their own.
The Taoist classics the temple taught them were rather plain and they were not required to sit in meditation. Children of their age would have a hard time sitting still for an hour, let alone getting their mind into the right state.
He He found the life here not too bad. She was not particularly smart, but there was a certain tenacity about her. She had also realized that this place would not be her destination, for "the forest of ten directions" was not qualified to take in disciples, being merely a place for initiation and rudimentary training.
They would take their lessons in Taiqing Palace for three years so as to lay their foundations. Only when one was deemed to have a firm Taoist mind and excellent natural endowments would they be recommended to other descendant temples.
Descendant temples pretty much included all the temples and palaces out there—the ones that were passed down from one generation of masters to the next. Only there would one be officially taken in by a master, receive the headdress ceremony, and become a priest of Quanzhen.
"Do you have any f**king idea who I am?"
"Why should I care? I only smudged you clothes. Why did you swear at me?"
"Because I want to. And I want to kick the s*it out of you…"
He He had just finished her breakfast and was going to her academic classes when she heard the row outside. The children would not miss such a show and all ran out to see.
Lin Junlong and Shao Yangming stood in the middle of the courtyard, both flushing with anger.
Shao Yangming was from a business family that had some connections. Lin Junlong, on the other hand, had crossed paths with Gu Yu once—he was none other than that middle school classmate of Fang Qing.
After failing his high school entrance examination, the boy went to Shengtian and worked in his uncle's car wash, earning a wage of a couple of hundred every month. It went on for more than half a year when an accident happened to the car wash and the place was shut down. He then stayed in Shengtian and muddled around.
Then Taiqing Palace started recruiting this year. Lin Junlong was taken over by god-knows-what idea, or maybe he only wanted that 1600-yuan monthly allowance, and signed up for the initiation.
He had always been estranged from his parents, who were no saints to begin with and agreed to his decision without any hesitation.
Hence, the two kids that were both somehow related to Phoenix Mountain were miraculously brought to one place.
The squabble did not last for long when a hush fell over the crowd. Priest Fangchengzi arrived at the scene. As the Inspector, he was in charge of discipline supervision. His face darkened as he asked, "What have we here?"
"..."
There was some more silence before Lin Junlong answered, "I smudged his robe at breakfast and he swore at me. We then shouted at each other."
"Making a scene in the public has affected the rest of the students and as fellow classmates, you failed to forgive and tolerate each other. The fault is in you both." Fangchengzi was swift with his verdict. "Tonight you will each transcribe fifty copies of the 'primary ten true precepts' and hand them in to me tomorrow."
"Yes!"
Lin Junlong bowed at the command obediently.
Shao Yangming would not have it. The spoiled and pampered kid had an unruly and wilful character. He had been brewing his grudge for being forced to come here for days. All the discipline and the absence of meat for the past three days only aggravated his temper.
"Why would I do that? You really think you're something, don't you? I can buy this goddamn temple if I wanted! Fifty copies my a*s!" he shouted at the top of his voice.
"..."
Fangchengzi frowned and did not speak to the boy. He then gave order to a young priest. "Inform his family. Tell them to come and collect the boy."
"Yes!" the young priest answered.
"Whoosh!"
Blood drained from the arrogant brat's face right away. He had never expected the priests here to be so resolute. His old man would probably kill him for being kicked out. Weeping, he tried to apologize, but the ship had long sailed.
"Now, go back to your classroom, please. No gawking!"
Fangchengzi shooed the crowd away and left promptly, leaving the pale-faced Shao Yangming alone in the yard.
The rest of the kids that watched this each formed their own ideas. Those from affluent families thought it a reminder to never be arrogant, whereas the less well-off ones found the outcome utterly satisfying.
***
When individuals formed into a group, one type of psychology became inevitable—that was to compare with others.
Be those individuals adults or children, be their environment that of a school, a company, or a dinner party, one could not help but make comparisons, even if it was just a passing nice car.
It was human nature.
The mere few days were more than enough for the twenty-four little disciples to figure out the situation. Children nowadays were very precocious and valued wealth and family background even more than adults did.
Among the twelve boys and twelve girls, eight were from government officials' families, nine had a business background, while the rest seven were from normal or poor families.
Although their activities were based on their individual dormitory as a unit, the kids had naturally divided into two factions. He He, who did nothing but studying diligently, was the only exception.
The seven days passed in a heartbeat.
The parents waited eagerly outside the scripture hall, their faces anxious and expectant. Xu Lei was among them. Unlike the others, she stilled hoped against He He's staying here and spending the rest of her life as a priestess.
Inside, twenty-three children sat neatly on the praying mats and the thirteen priests and priestesses sat in the front in a row like the first day.
"Seven days have passed and your adaptation period is over. It is time to announce the decisions." Huayang roamed his eyes around the room. "I will be calling your names in turn and offering each one some comments. Whether you will stay or not will be a decision made by us both."
He took over a stack of files. His tranquil face revealed nothing, but deep down, he was growing uneasy. The Taoist community had been waning for centuries and an opportunity had finally come along. With the recovery of the spiritual essence and the support of the government, everything was on their side.
Taiqing Palace was the first temple to complete the adaptation training and every eye was on them! This group of children had very limited talent and on average were mediocre at most. Luckily, there was a hidden gem among them.
The thought brought his eyes in a certain pupil's direction. He gave the one an indifferent glance and began to speak in an unhurried voice, "Xu Ziying: classics study, Grade A; physical training, Grade B; natural endowment, Excellent. The student obeys the rules, fulfills her duties diligently, and is cordial towards her fellow classmates. The overall grade is Excellent."
"Thank you, Abbot!"
Xu Ziying was elated at the words and expressed her gratitude with a kowtow.
Huayang then asked, "Are you willing to stay?"
"I am!"
"Hoho, good. Starting from today, you are officially an intern disciple."
It was gratifying news for Huayang and the rest of the twelve priests also found it spirit-lifting. The overall quality of Xu Ziying was promising and the girl had shown her potential. She would be a pupil worth training.
He then moved on the the next one. "Lin Junlong: classics study, Grade C; physical training, Grade A; natural endowment, Good… Are you willing to stay?"
"I am!" Lin Junlong replied immediately.
It went on like so for the next dozen kids. Most received an overall grade of Good and most gave yes as an answer. Three had performed rather poorly. Before they could say anything, Huayang had persuaded them to withdraw.
The Taoist community was not formed by idiots. They would not take someone who was obviously talentless.
Finally, when Huayang picked up the last file, all eyes fell on He He, those of the thirteen priests especially keen. Policies could be flexible. Even if the girl declined, they would think of ways to make her stay.
"He He, classics study, Grade A; physical training, Grade A; natural endowment, Exceptional… overall grade, Exceptional."
After that, Huayang fought back the tumult of emotions rising inside and asked, "Are you willing to stay!"
"..."
Her eyes glassy, He He neither spoke nor moved. Somehow, the question she asked seven days ago came back to her.
"I want to bring back the dead and become immortal. Is that possible?"
"I can give you no answer to that question… however, since 4700 years ago, our fellow cultivators have been blazing their way through all manners of obstacles and all the mountains in the world could not stop them from trying; countless forefathers have searched up and down the world for the Great Dao, but remained empty-handed at their deathbed… all they have ever pursued, was immorality."
He He faced her palms towards the ceiling with the back of her hands flat on the floor; she prostrated before the masters.
"I am!"
[1] TL/N: the five stresses are decorum, manners, hygiene, discipline, and morals; the four points of beauty are beauty of the mind, of the language, of the behavior, and of the environment. They were part of a policy established in the 80s in China as an attempt to move away from the chaos of the Cultural Revolution era.
[2] TL/N: A set of moral concepts developed by a former General Secretary of China in 2006.


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