This is a fictional story. It was my imagination ever since I’m 8... Spring is the girl’s name. She controls the spring season... Let’s see what can she do! ? This book has a lot of action! But I’m female!

Hearing what she said, Lu Yunshuang's heart plummeted. 
No wonder Grandmother's attitude toward her had significantly dulled when she was back this time around. It turned out that this was the problem. 
"Grandmother, I..."
"Do not listen to Weiwei's nonsense. Although I'm at an elderly age, I still have the energy to walk to the Mansion Gate," the Dowager Duchess interrupted. 
Lu Yunshuang's face turned pallor. 
When the Dowager Duchess was young, she had traversed through the battlefields along with the Duke and was nothing short of prestigious. However, now that she was at an old age, she had to greet and pay respects to her granddaughter. She was sure to feel uncomfortable in her heart.
Now that she heard what the Dowager Duchess had to say, Lu Yunshuang felt immensely anxious and remorseful. 
Before she came over today, she had consigned someone to hand Aunt Zheng a letter. However, she had forgotten to remind her to keep their plans simple in order not to startle Grandmother. 
She only thought of it when she arrived before the gate of the Duke Mansion. However, it was already too late. 
The Dowager Duchess did not express her vexation then, so she never took this incident to heart. 
Nevertheless, being called out by Lu Liangwei like that highlighted her lack of understanding, making her seem unfilial as she appeared not to pay any heed to the Dowager Duchess. 
She attempted to save the situation by saying something, but the Dowager Duchess had already begun to speak.
"It's now March, the season of spring where the grasses are tall, the nightingales are high in the air and the willow trees are green while the flowers bloom a bright red. Both of you can use this as the main topic and compose a poem about it," she said. 
After a momentary pause, she sent a glance toward Lu Liangwei. "It does not have to be self-composed. If there are any good lines from the books you've read, you can write it down as well," she added. 
The instructions obviously benefitted Lu Liangwei. 
Due to Lu Liangwei's usual capricious behavior, she had never done well in her studies. 
Feeling extremely disdainful, Lu Yunshuang shot Lu Liangwei a condescending stare. 
The Dowager Duchess's good intentions might all go to waste.
Other than her face, which was still somewhat useful, Lu Liangwei was a lowly educated and unskilled dimwit. 
Even if she was assigned the task of copying lines of a poem word by word from a book, she might not know how to do so. 
Lu Yunshuang remained silent as she smiled subtly. Holding up her sleeve with one hand and using the other to raise the brush then dip it in the ink, she appeared to ponder on her thoughts momentarily, then raised her head and proceeded to write on the paper right away. 
Her finesse stunned Long Chi, whose eyes glimmered in fascination immediately. 
He could not help but leave the audience seat and make his way to stand behind Lu Yunshuang. 
As his gaze fell on the paper, he could not resist reciting the words aloud. "The prettiest scenery capable of arousing my poetic heart lies in the start of spring, where the willow leaves have just emerged in unevenly colored pale yellow buds. If we waited till the flowers in Shanglin came to full bloom, we'd see people admiring the flowers everywhere once we stepped out of our rooms."[1]
Long Chi recited each of the sentences word by word. Coupled with his clear, melodious voice, the poem was capable of touching the hearts of many. 
After reciting, Long Chi mused upon the imagery described in the poem. He could not hide the glint of admiration in his eyes. "Shuanger, what a good poem!" he exclaimed.
The Dowager Duchess also nodded. "Shuanger's poem is fascinating. The words she used emanates the dignified style of a noble person," she commented. 
Upon hearing her daughter receiving praises from the Crown Prince and the Dowager Duchess, Aunt Zheng felt delighted, even more so than being on the receiving end of praises. 
She was high-spirited and extremely pleased. 
Lu Liangwei was not the slightest bit affected. To begin with, she did not know how to compose poems, but she had read a few classical poem books back in the present. Therefore, it would not be difficult for her to copy down a few good poems. 
Anyway, the Dowager Duchess had told them that if they did not know how to compose poems, they could always copy lines from other poems. 　　
She noticed the cherry blossoms in full bloom in the courtyard and pondered for a while before writing down a poem on the paper. 
"On this very day, last year at this very gate, faces and cherry blossoms both bloomed red. The faces are now in places unknown, yet the cherry blossoms still beam in the spring wind."[2]
Her voice was soft. When she recited the poem, her intonation had the soft and tender hush used by those who came from Jiangnan.
Furthermore, her expression was exceptionally serious when writing the poem. As she raised her head, her hair slid off her shoulder to expose her graceful, fair neck under the sunlight. 
...
[1] Lines from a Tang Dynasty poem.
[2] Lines from a Tang Dynasty poem.


Lu Liangwei wakes up to find herself transmigrated as a supporting character in the novel she had been reading a few days ago. According to the novel, this character has everything—beauty, wealth, status—except brains. Before Liangwei had taken over, she even went as far as to hang herself for the male protagonist that she loved: the Crown Prince as well as her sister's lover. Now that she has become a "brand new" person, it is time for her to turn her life around with charm and wit! She will get everyone to fall in love with her, even the Crown Prince's uncle—the Emperor! Who needs a prince when you can become the Empress herself?

Quote:
"Affection is when you see someone's strengths; love is when you accept someone's flaws." – One Day  
Poem:
The Late Wisconsin Spring
BY JOHN KOETHE
Snow melts into the earth and a gentle breeze   
Loosens the damp gum wrappers, the stale leaves   
Left over from autumn, and the dead brown grass.   
The sky shakes itself out. And the invisible birds   
Winter put away somewhere return, the air relaxes,   
People start to circulate again in twos and threes.   
The dominant feelings are the blue sky, and the year.   
—Memories of other seasons and the billowing wind;   
The light gradually altering from difficult to clear
As a page melts and a photograph develops in the backyard.   
When some men came to tear down the garage across the way   
The light was still clear, but the salt intoxication   
Was already dissipating into the atmosphere of constant day   
April brings, between the isolation and the flowers.   
Now the clouds are lighter, the branches are frosted green,   
And suddenly the season that had seemed so tentative before   
Becomes immediate, so clear the heart breaks and the vibrant   
Air is laced with crystal wires leading back from hell.   
Only the distraction, and the exaggerated sense of care   
Here at the heart of spring—all year long these feelings
Alternately wither and bloom, while a dense abstraction   
Hides them. But now the mental dance of solitude resumes,   
And life seems smaller, placed against the background   
Of this story with the empty, moral quality of an expansive   
Gesture made up out of trees and clouds and air.

The loneliness comes and goes, but the blue holds,   
Permeating the early leaves that flutter in the sunlight   
As the air dances up and down the street. Some kids yell.   
A white dog rolls over on the grass and barks once. And   
Although the incidents vary and the principal figures change,   
Once established, the essential tone and character of a season   
Stays inwardly the same day after day, like a person's.   
The clouds are frantic. Shadows sweep across the lawn   
And up the side of the house. A dappled sky, a mild blue   
Watercolor light that floats the tense particulars away   
As the distraction starts. Spring here is at first so wary,   
And then so spare that even the birds act like strangers,   
Trying out the strange air with a hesitant chirp or two,   
And then subsiding. But the season intensifies by degrees,   
Imperceptibly, while the colors deepen out of memory,   
The flowers bloom and the thick leaves gleam in the sunlight   
Of another city, in a past which has almost faded into heaven.   
And even though memory always gives back so much more of   
What was there than the mind initially thought it could hold,   
Where will the separation and the ache between the isolated   
Moments go when summer comes and turns this all into a garden?   
Spring here is too subdued: the air is clear with anticipation,   
But its real strength lies in the quiet tension of isolation   
And living patiently, without atonement or regret,
In the eternity of the plain moments, the nest of care   
—Until suddenly, all alone, the mind is lifted upward into   
Light and air and the nothingness of the sky,   
Held there in that vacant, circumstantial blue until,
In the vehemence of a landscape where all the colors disappear,   
The quiet absolution of the spirit quickens into fact,   
And then, into death. But the wind is cool.   
The buds are starting to open on the trees.
Somewhere up in the sky an airplane drones.

This is not a novel or anything(sorry if you came here thinking this was a novel), this just something I am doing to pass my time and boredom.

Basically in this I will be posting a chapter with a quote and poem every day, what kind of quote and poem? Read to find out. By the way the quotes and poem will not be mine.

Write the option that you consider the most appropriate in your answer sheets:

 (a) When darkness falls there is ___________________________. (i) complete silence everywhere (ii) a shroud covering all things (iii) the crying of the lapwing to be heard (iv) gloom and desolation (b) When does the lapwing come out? (i) at dawn (ii) at night (iii) just before dawn (iv) in the morning (c) Why does the poet open the window? (i) he can get some light (ii) he can hear the lapwing (iii) he can see the lapwing (iv) he can get some air. (d) What are the causes of the Lapwing's misery? (i) loneliness and gloom (ii) loss and pain (iii) darkness and loss (iv) darkness and pain (e) The lapwing's cry fills the poet with _____________________ . (i) longing (ii) anger (iii) unhappiness (iv) joy.

Q7. Read the poem given below and write the option that you consider the most appropriate : 1×6=6 

The island dreams under the dawn 

And great boughs drop tranquillity; 

The peahens dance on a smooth lawn, 

A parrot sways upon a tree, 

Raging at his own image in the enamelled sea. 

Here we will moor our lonely ship 

And wander ever with woven hands, 

Murmauring softly lip to lip, 

Along the grass, along the sands, 

Murmauring how far away are the unquiet lands: 

How we alone of mortals are 

Hid under quiet boughs apart, 

While our love grow and Indian star, 

A meteor of the burning heart, 

One with the tide that gleams, the wings that gleam and dart, 

The heavy boughs, the burnished dove 

That moans and sighs a hundred days: 

How when we die our shades will rove, 

When eve has hushed the feathered ways, 

With vapoury footsole by the water's drowsy blaze. 

A. 'boughs drop tranquillity means the wind... i) has started blowing ii) has stopped blowing iii) has disturbed islanders dreams iv) caused a sea storm B. The parrot is very excited to find its i) swaying joy ii) image formed in the mirror iii) reflection in the sea. iv) loneliness on the tree C. The narrator and his companion would i) leave their ship and rest on sands ii) fasten their ship and go for a walk iii) repair their ship and restart their journey iv) fasten their ship to the parrot's tree D. 'alone of mortal's means away from the company of ... i) animal kingdom ii) other sailors iii) human beings iv) parrots and peahens E. When the islanders die, the evening will become i) noisy and violent ii) silent and tranquil iii) snowy and frosty iv) damp and dull

 F. Find the word in the poem which means same as - 'wander without a settled destination'. i) sways ii) dart iii) rove iv) moans.

Q8. Read the poem given below and write the option that you consider the most appropriate : 1×6=6 

Bas Ben Adhem 

My fellow man I do not care for.

 I often ask me. What's he there for? 

The only answer I can find Is, 

Reproduction of his kind. 

If I'm supposed to swallow that, 

Winnetka is my habitat.

Isn't it time to carve Hic Jacet 

Above that Reproduction racket? 

To make the matter more succinct; 

Suppose my fellow man extinct. 

Why, who would not approve the plan

 Save possibly my fellow man? 

Yet with a politician's voice 

He names himself as Nature's choice. 

The finest of the human race 

Are bad in figure, worse in face.

 Yet just because they have two legs

 And come from storks instead of eggs 

They count the spacious firmament 

As something to be charged and sent. 

Though man created cross-town traffic, 

The Daily Mirror, News and Graphic, 

The pastoral fight and fighting pastor,

 And Queen Marie and Lady Astor, 

He hails himself with drum and fife 

And bullies lower forms of life.

 Not that I think much depends 

On how we treat our feathered friends, 

Or hold the wrinkled elephant 

A nobler creature than mu aunt. 

It's simply that I'm sure I can

 Get on without my fellow man. 

------Ogden Nash 

A. The narrator believes that the only purpose of his fellow man's existence is .... i) creating something new ii) producing food grains iii) reproducing individuals of his kind iv) cultivating good culture. B. The fellow man should be saved to preserve his entity / existence before he .... i) becomes outdated ii) becomes old and tired iii) becomes incapable of doing any work. iv) becomes extinct C. The narrator believes that human beings on this planet have given them a.. i) bad name ii) bad home iii) sad future iv) better future D. The man has designed and devised many things but he has been very harsh and unkind to .... i) neighbouring people ii) people across the seas iii) lower forms of life iv) aliens from other planet. E. 'Our feathered friends' refer to .... i) people with fur hats ii) friends who accompany us to 300 iii) Birds in general iv) Bird watches.

 F. Find the word in the poem which means ____ terse, concise. i) worse ii) spacious iii) succinct iv) wrinkled.

Q9. Read the poem given below and write the option that you consider the most appropriate : 1×6=6 MENDING WALL - Robert Frost 

Something there is that doesn't love a wall. 

That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,

 And spills the upper boulders in the sun, 

And makes gaps even two can pass abreast. 

The work of hunters is another thing: 

I have come after them and made repair 

Where they have left not one stone on a stone, 

But they would have the rabbit out of hiding, 

To please the yelping dogs. 

The gaps I mean, 

 No one has seen them made or heard them made,

 But at spring mending-time we find them there. 

I let my neighbour know beyond the hill 

And on a day we meet to walk the line 

And set the wall between us once again. 

We keep the wall between us as we go. 

To each the boulders that have fallen to each. 

And some are loaves and some so nearly balls 

We have to use a spell to make them balance: 

'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!' 

We wear our fingers rough with handling them. 

Oh, just another kind of out-door game, 

One on a side. It comes to little more: 

There where it is we do not need the wall: 

He is all pine and I am apple orchard. 

My apple trees will never get across 

And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. 

He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbours'. 

Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder 

If I could put a notion in his head: 

'Why do they make good neighbours? 

Isn't it Where there are cows? 

But here there are no cows. 

Before I built a wall I'd ask to know 

What I was walling in or walling out,

 And to whom I was like to give offense.

 Something there is that doesn't love a wall,. 

That wants it down.' I could say 

'.Elves' to him,

 But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather 

He said it for himself. 

I see him there 

Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top 

In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed. 

He moves in darkness as it seems to me 

Not of woods only and the shade of trees. 

He will not go behind his father's saying,

 And he likes having thought of it so well 

He says again. "Good fences make good neighbours." 

A. Something is there that makes i) cracks in a wall ii) wall writing on a wall iii) gaps in a wall iv) nests in a wall B. Hunters also bring down a wall so that they can help their i) friends who dislike wall ii) dogs which are hungry iii) neighbours who are unfriendly iv) cattle which need fodder C. The narrator and his neighbour undertake the mending task .... i) Whenever they get hired labourers ii) When there is a chance of quarrel iii) during spring season iv) during summer holidays. D. The narrator compares the mending exercise with ..... i) an outdoor game ii) a theatre show iii) an adventure iv) a friends get together E. The neighbour has been compared with a ... i) beggar ii) savage iii) soldier iv) fighter. 

F. 'darkness' refers to... i) complete absense of light ii) cloudy weather iii) ignorance and lack of knowledge iv) dense shade of trees and plants.

Q10. Read the poem given below and write the option that you consider the most appropriate : 1×6=6

 I wandered lonely as a cloud

 That floats on high o'er vales and hills, 

When all at once I saw a crowd, 

A host, of golden daffodils;

Since high school, Jin, a billionaire CEO, has neglected all the other women in his life in order to pursue Eunji, his dream girl. In his dreams, she wove an exciting future for them. But he was afraid to confess to her how he felt. 

Even though she had no feelings for him, Eunji, a cheerful young lady, agreed to date him. But he was too reserved for her. "He isn't my kind of guy" She gave up hope of ever seeing him again. 

Jin had plenty of time to catch her, but he let her slip through his grasp. In the end, he was left with nothing. 

Is this going to be the last chapter? Or is this the culmination of a fresh start that is about to begin?

If he is shy, then why the Novel named 'Domineering Husband'? Find out reading the novel.


MINE BOOK SERIES
★ My Playboy Is a Prince
★ My Domineering Husband
★ My Wicked Male Lead
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In the blink of an eye, it had been late November. The winter was coming as Dragon Emperor City turned cold at once. All the imperial gardens in Forbidden City were covered with silver-like frost in each morning. There were no more brilliant peonies, osmanthus flowers or tiger chrysanthemums anymore. All the flowers in the imperial gardens had been withering, except for the red plum blossoms in the Plum Garden. They welcomed their own season with their brilliant glory. 
Leng Manxue was born in winter; therefore, she liked winter. She was more obsessed with plum blossoms which could still open arrogantly in winter. Leng Manxue's residence in Forbidden City was close to the Plum Garden in the internal courtyard. In the small building where she lived, the moment she would open her windows, she would be able to see the beautiful scenery in the Plum Garden.
Last night, it started to snow in Dragon Emperor City. On the second morning, when the general manager of Forbidden City got up and pushed open the vermilion windows, she saw that the purplish red plum blossoms were covered in pure white. In a split second, Leng Manxue felt good.
"After wind and rain gave way to spring, the snow over the sky welcomed spring. Long icicles are hanging over the cliff; however, the plum blossoms are still contending with each other. Despite being beautiful, plum blossoms don't contend with peach blossoms and apricot blossoms. You just notice the others that the spring is coming. When the mountain is covered with blossoms, you just smile in the flowering shrubs."
Watching this scenery, Leng Manxue recited a poem unconsciously. 
Of course, it was not made by Leng Manxue herself, but made by Zhang Tie casually when he met Leng Manxue last month after exiting his cultivation. Zhang Tie expressed that this poem about plum blossoms was his favorite. Leng Manxue bore it in mind at once. Not only Zhang Tie liked it, but Leng Manxue also liked it; because she felt a heroic spirit in this poem, a strength that could give people hope and brilliance in despair. Such a heroic spirit and strength resonated with the depth of one's soul. Implored by Leng Manxue, Zhang Tie could only write it down and gift it to Leng Manxue.
At that moment, the poem was hanging on the wall of Leng Manxue's bedroom. She would take a look at it every day.
Although being not runes, Zhang Tie's words also carried a marvelous strength.
"Is spring coming?" Leng Manxue murmured with a faint smile as she watched the silver-covered Forbidden City and the golden glazed tiles of those houses and palaces under the white snow.
"Now that winter has arrived, would spring be far away?"
With such a good mood, General Manager Leng started her work. 
When Zhang Tie was in secluded cultivation, Leng Manxue mainly served as the general manager of the logistic affairs of Qianji Agency and the five major departments of Dragon Emperor Immortal Palace. All the materials that Qianji Agency and the five major departments required in Forbidden City were under her control. Those who passed messages between five major departments and Qianji Agency were also Leng Manxue's subordinates. On this occasion, even if Leng Manxue didn't participate in making decisions with the five major departments and Qianji Agency, everything that happened to the five major departments and Qianji Agency within Forbidden City was transparent to her. 
Leng Manxue sorted out the daily important things and prepared to present them to Zhang Tie when he exited his backroom.
Zhang Tie didn't leave his backroom especially for writing a poem for Leng Manxue last time; instead, he was finishing the second round of trade with Wu Qiankun from Emperor NvWa Palace.
Leng Manxue knew that Wu Qiankun was here with the second batch of six demon generals. Leng Manxue arranged some people to send the six big iron cabinets to Jiaotai Palace where Zhang Tie was in secluded cultivation. 
The second round of trade underwent smoothly and calmly. After completing this round of trade, Wu Qiankun left there.
After completing the second round of trade, Zhang Tie didn't stay overnight in the Palace of Heavenly Purity; instead, he only stayed there in the afternoon. After writing a poem for Leng Manxue and taking a short rest, he had a grand supper. In the evening, he returned to Jiaotai Palace and entered secluded cultivation again. 
This made Leng Manxue admire Zhang Tie. As Dragon Emperor, Zhang Tie still spent so much time in cultivation. This really made many people ashamed. 
Given Zhang Tie's diligence, all the 7 elders of Dragon Emperor Immortal Palace felt shameful being indolent in cultivation as they stopped contending with each other for the sake of their profits. Besides those elders on duty in Qianji Agency, all the other elders were in secluded cultivation when they were free. They dared not interfere with the affairs of the five major departments anymore. 
The others might treat Zhang Tie's diligence as a good example; however, Leng Manxue always felt that Zhang Tie had his own concerns. It seemed that he was not doing that only for growing more powerful.
As she touched Zhang Tie in an increasingly higher frequency, Leng Manxue became more and more confused about him. She felt that he was becoming more and more profound and unpredictable. 
Sometimes, Leng Manxue felt that she and Zhang Tie came from two different worlds.
...
Leng Manxue's office was in the Westcold Pavilion beside Yangxin Palace.
As each affair in Forbidden City was exclusive to some personnel, Leng Manxue only needed to command or arrange people to do things. She had over 10 subordinate immortal generals. Therefore, she didn't need to do too many things herself. 
Like usual, the first thing that Leng Manxue did was to make a tour inspection around Forbidden City. Then, she would return to Westcold Pavilion to handle public affairs.
"Last afternoon, Commander-in-Chief Huang quarreled with President Guan of Earth-Treasures Department for the sake of Dragon's Teeth Army!"
In Westcold Pavilion, soon after Leng Manxue handled some public affairs, she had received the report on the event that happened to Earth-Treasures Department last afternoon from one of her subordinates. 
"Hmm, why did Commander-in-Chief Huang quarrel with President Guan?"
"It's said that they quarreled over the compensation of Dragon's Teeth Army. Last month, two more immortal generals joined Dragon's Teeth Army. However, the monthly compensation that Earth-Treasures Department distributed to Dragon's Teeth Army didn't increase. Therefore, Commander-in-Chief came there to ask President Guan about that. However, President Guan told Commander-in-Chief that all the military compensation for Dragon's Teeth Army were budgeted in advance. The new immortal generals of Dragon's Teeth Army were not covered in the budget. Therefore, they couldn't enjoy it. If Dragon's Teeth Army wanted more compensation, they had to apply for it from Earth-Treasures Department in advance. According to Commander-in-Chief, only those qualified candidates who had passed the examination could join Dragon's Teeth Army; however, he didn't know how many candidates were recruited in advance precisely. He could estimate it at most. He hoped President Guan to not comply with the rules so strictly..."
"What did President Guan say?"
"No way. Therefore, Commander-in-Chief reported it to Qianji Agency and hoped those elders on duty to solve it through reconciliation..."
"Hmm, I see. You could leave..." Watching the subordinate leaving, Leng Manxue let out a sigh inside. After that, she recorded this event briefly on her work report.
Although Leng Manxue was standing on the side of Huang Baimei, she knew that President Guan was right too; because this was the responsibility of Earth-Treasures Department and the procedures that they followed. As for Commander-in-Chief Huang, he just followed Zhang Tie's order to expand Dragon's Teeth Army. Huang Baimei was always serious, he would never falsify a number for more element crystals than in need. Additionally, it was troublesome to do that. If he did that, he would commit a felony and couldn't pass the examination of the Supervision Department at all. What was more, so many people in Earth-Treasures Department were keeping an eye on Dragon's Teeth Army. They were crystal clear about the concrete strength of Dragon's Teeth Army. If the population of Dragon's Teeth Army that Huang Baimei reported was not right, Earth-Treasures Department would get a reason to go berserk and curtail the provision of element crystals for Dragon's Teeth Army...
In the final analysis, it was because of a shortage of element crystals. Although Leng Manxue didn't know how many element crystals Dragon Emperor Immortal Palace had, she knew that stockpile of element crystals might be limited given the deeds of Dragon Emperor Immortal Palace in the past couple of years. Otherwise, the 5 elders would not have sold immortal wind palaces to Emperor NvWa Palace and President Guan would never be so careful about the monthly compensation of Dragon's Teeth Army. 
However, as long as they ran out of element crystals, Dragon Emperor Immortal Palace would collaspe for sure. As Leng Manxue grew up in Dragon Emperor Immortal Palace, she had a special affection for Dragon Emperor Immortal Palace. She never wanted to see the fall of Dragon Emperor Immortal Palace. 
When all the others were anxious about the supply of element crystals, Leng Manxue was curious that Zhang Tie didn't even care a bit about it. Therefore, she thought Zhang Tie might have got a solution.
"General Manager, Wu Qiankun from Emperor NvWa Palace is paying a visit to His Majesty outside the Forbidden City!"
When Leng Manxue was thinking about Huang Baimei's trouble in Westcold Pavilion and pondering how to give a favor to him, she received the message from her subordinate——Wu Qiankun is coming...
'Did he send the third batch of demon generals for His Majesty? That's too fast. It's not even been a month since he did it last time.'
Leng Manxue knew that Zhang Tie liked those demon generals that Wu Qiankun brought here. Before noticing Zhang Tie, she asked, "Is he here alone or with the same iron cabinets like how he did the last two times?"
"He's here alone!"
"Hmm!" Leng Manxue sent the order after a short silence, "Lead him to the Westcold Pavilion..."
"Yes, sir!"
After waiting in Westcold Pavilion for less than 10 minutes, Leng Manxue had seen Wu Qiankun.
Wu Qiankun was here alone. Even though he tried to be composed, he still couldn't cover his anxiety in front of Leng Manxue. 
After inviting him to take a seat in Westcold Pavilion and having people serve him a cup of tea, Leng Manxue asked him, "General Manager Wu, what are you here for this time?"
"Is His Majesty free? I want to see His Majesty!"
　　


After the Catastrophe, every rule in the world was rewritten.
In the Age of Black Iron, steel, iron, steam engines and fighting force became the crux in which human beings depended on to survive.
A commoner boy by the name Zhang Tie was selected by the gods of fortune and was gifted a small tree which could constantly produce various marvelous fruits. At the same time, Zhang Tie was thrown into the flames of war, a three-hundred-year war between humans and demons on the vacant continent. Using crystals to tap into the potentials of the human body, one must cultivate to become stronger.
The thrilling legends of mysterious clans, secrets of Oriental fantasies, numerous treasures and legacies in the underground world — All in the Castle of Black Iron!
Written by Drunk Tiger, this novel is a prime example of fantasy steampunk. Let us journey through the world of limitless possibilities and inventions together!
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**Warning: This novel contains mature content**


"Brother, you are writing…?"
"This is a poem!"
"You...I mean, what words are these?"
"Calligraphy."
"Your calligraphy...I've never seen this way of writing before. Is this a new type of font?"
When Lu Yuan blew on the ink to dry them, Xu Xiaonian's eyes were wide open as he stared at the words on the paper. He hesitated for a long time before he asked the question.
Lu Yuan's calligraphy was very 'stylish', as chaotic as snakes and dragons. It looked extremely messy.
Xu Xiaonian took in a deep breath and exhaled.
Such a calligraphy style made him feel as though he just saw a ghost. He looked at it for a very long time before he saw the word 'farmer'.
He didn't know why, but at this moment, there were millions of grass mud horses galloping through his heart. In fact, he even began to doubt how Lu Yuan managed to answer the couplet…
"Cough, cough… Actually, I only know how to write nicely using a pen. I'm not that proficient in brush calligraphy...that's why my words are a little slovenly…" Lu Yuan glanced at his own poem, and an embarrassed look appeared on his face.
This expression was a little stiff.
"This poem of yours…" Xu Xiaonian glanced at the surroundings and looked at those who were pondering deeply while biting their brushes or scribbling rapidly on their xuan papers. He cast another glance at Lu Yuan who looked completely free from pressure. This caused even more grass mud horses to gallop through Xiaonian's heart...
Although he couldn't tell what the hell Lu Yuan was writing, from Lu Yuan's relaxed expression, he felt that the words were definitely nothing good.
"Cough, cough… Actually, I also don't have much talent and don't really know how to write a poem. Hence, I casually wrote something… Eh, brother are you not going to write one? Why are you looking at me…?" Lu Yuan coughed lightly. He increasingly felt that the words he wrote were truly ugly.
"Ah, right… I've forgotten about myself." Xu Xiaonian was shocked awake by Lu Yuan's words. He hurriedly focused and began to ponder about his own poem.
Lu Yuan pretended to seriously look at his own words, but he was sneakily trying to see the words others had written…
When comparing them, he suddenly felt his confidence being impacted!
Forget it…
He did write out all of it in one go, but the things he wrote out...
What the shit was this?
A ghost doodling?
Could it even be shown?
Lu Yuan opened his eyes wide, but he couldn't even recognize any of this dog-shit stuff…
If he handed up this joke of a poem…
Wouldn't he lose face all the way to his granny's house?
He shook his head. After rolling up the first paper he had written on, he dipped his brush in ink again while secretly copying Xu Xiaonian's way of holding the brush. He rewrote his poem slowly. But when Lu Yuan seriously started to write, he discovered that his speed of writing was very slow. 
When Lu Yuan reached the mid-way mark, there were already people handing up their papers…
He looked at those people before glancing at the words he wrote. He ultimately sighed.
How could one's calligraphy improve in the span of a few minutes?
It was indeed ugly-looking, but at the very least… the words written were clear enough, right?
They were only competing in poetry and not how nice the calligraphy was, correct?
But what if they also took the calligraphy into account?
Should he write another poem then?
The quality of words was not beautiful enough, so should he make up for it in quantity?
(In any case, I did a check and no one wrote these two poems before. Even if I wrote them, no one would know.)
(Mn… Should I be shameless or not? Damn, I can't be so shameless!)
Lu Yuan glanced at the others. He eventually gritted his teeth and decided that he might as well go all-out. He wrote another poem at the blank space of the xuan paper.
(How can I be so shameless after all? I'm a plagiarizer! What a sinful person I am!)
Lu Yuan criticized himself for a long time.
......
"Mn, Dao Yuting's calligraphy looks courageous and strong. Although she is a female, the words she wrote are extremely domineering. This [Busy Farming Season] is also very well written. Good, good… As expected from someone who began studying literature at a young age. I feel that this poem can be rated 8.5 points."
"I feel that although the vigor of strokes in her calligraphy isn't bad and the words rhyme, it lacks 'flavor'. It seems a little too lively and romantic. I don't like the feelings this poem inspires. I suggest 8.4 instead."
"Hmm...i think 8.3 is more appropriate. After all, the poem has lost its 'flavor'."
"Shen Rong's [In the Field] is a modern poem containing the style of the current era. I feel we can give him 8.8 points. The moral of the poem isn't bad."
"Why an 8.8?"
"Haha, poems that can get above 8.8 would be something all of us old fellows approve of. Last year, the poem [Sky] managed to obtain this score. I feel that the modern poetry [In the Field] still lacks something. What do you think, Little Xi?"
"Mn, there are a few flaws in the text. The meaning is okay, but it emphasized too much on feelings… I would give it an 8.7."
"Hehe, you are even stricter than us, old fellows. Haha!"
"Mn? Check out this poem, it isn't bad. But who is the one who wrote it? Was it written by Ma Runzhi?"
"Ma Runzhi? That gifted scholar of Yan University?"
"Yea, this young man is exceptionally talented. His [Farmland]'s had sufficient meaning and concept. I think 8.9 is a fair score."
"8.9? It's quite high, right…?"
"Look."
"Oh, not bad, it's really not bad. I will give it 8.9 too. This poem can be considered an outstanding work. Old Li, are you not compiling poems and literary works from modern eras? I feel that this poem can enter your book."
"I think so too. Let's give it 8.9 then. His calligraphy causes my heart to lighten when I see the words. It's excellent."
.........
After the last person handed up his poem, everyone stared at the judging panel ahead.
They could see the old fellows either discussing with each other, sinking into contemplation, or sighing as they were deeply moved.
All of the contestants were filled with trepidation in their hearts.
To them, the monetary reward was nothing. The valuable thing was the evaluation and admiration of these old fellows.
These old men could be considered the cornerstones of China's literature world. All of them were existences the students looked up to. What was more important was that one of the old men was named Li Guonan, someone who was currently writing a [Poetry Anthology of the Modern Era]. If someone's work could enter his book, it would mean that they would be famous and could posture in the literature circle.
"Brother, do you feel very nervous now?"
"Still okay."
"Eh, then are you looking for something?" Xu Xiaonan cast a strange look at Lu Yuan's hands.
"No…" Lu Yuan drew in a deep breath and placed his hands honestly on the table.
He was searching for cigarettes out of habit. He clearly knew he hadn't purchased any, but he subconsciously made the motion of searching his pockets.
In this situation, not smoking was something lonesome to Lu Yuan.
After all, waiting was lonely.
When Lu Yuan glanced at the direction of the judges, he saw an old man smoking while reading the xuan papers, and Lu Yuan felt a surge of envy in his heart. In fact, he even felt the impulse of heading over to that old man to get a cigarette.
"Brother, you really want it, right?" Xu Xiaonian stared at Lu Yuan.
"How did you know?"
"Naturally, because I also want to!"
"Oh? Can we go up the stage?"
"How can we go up the stage? We can only wait."
"Can what we want wait?"
"Why can't it wait?"
"Will he come over to give us cigarettes?"
"???" Xu Xiaonian, who originally had a face filled with anticipation, almost fell out of his seat when he heard Lu Yuan's words. When he turned his head and looked at Lu Yuan again, his balls were aching. "Give us cigarettes? You...you…"
"Wait, are we talking about the same topic or not?" Lu Yuan felt somewhat innocent.
"I'm hoping that my poem can enter his book...what are you thinking of?"
"I want to get him to spare me a cigarette. My addiction is kicking in…" Lu Yuan coughed softly. He felt an unbearable feeling as though the skin on his face was about to peel off.
"..." Xu Xiaonian instantly felt his vision turning dark.
What the hell!
.........
"These words are really… is there someone among us whose calligraphy is that bad?"
"Lu Yuan? Mn? [Sympathy for Peasants]?
"Two poems? Isn't it too exaggerated? Did he want to use quantity to make up for his ugly calligraphy?
"Hoeing grains in the blaze of noon."
"Eh… Each seed that's sown in spring?"
"What!"
"Bang!"
"This…"
"This is…"
At the venue, the sound of a judge smacking his palms on the table rang out.
Old Li who was smoking suddenly stood up. His eyes widened, and he was overwhelmed with shock!
Note:
悯农 [Sympathy for Peasants]"
This poem can be split into two parts, both were written by a poet named Li Shen from the Tang Dynasty
For those who are keen, you can find the english translation here: 
https://www.trainchinese.com/v2/wordDiscForWebsite.php?rAp=0&wordId=116399&tcLanguage=en 
https://shawnpowrie.com/chinese/min-nong/


In that year, with a script finished in five hours, Lu Yuan who was dying for money successfully got a large investment of one million Yuan from a rich and beautiful girl.
At first, he just planned to spend eight hundred thousand Yuan on shooting and take the remaining two hundred thousand Yuan home before the movie's release, marrying a wife and running a small business. He swore he would never come to Hengdian again.
However…
The box office got an extraordinary success…

The next day, Yujia ran across Yu Zixu. She found him in Lingxin's private library when she went there in the morning to study. There were three days left before her deadline of a week to please her master with her artistic improvement, so studying always helped. 
Normally, she liked to wake up early to go to the library because it meant that no other disciples were there. Though they were all her senior brothers, she wasn't close with most of them and only talked to a few individuals like Jiang Muyun. Also, it seemed like the pestering Rong Yuan, who also, sadly, happened to be a fellow disciple, heard that Yujia frequented the library. So now, on a few occasions, she ran into him. 
That was why Yujia always went in the morning now. She figured out Rong Yuan and her master were both pretty similar in terms of their schedule: neither of the two liked to wake up early. 
When she opened the door and walked in, noticing the presence of someone else, Yujia was a little disappointed. She liked studying alone, but now there was another person here. She could only pray that it wasn't Rong Yuan, who she was now trying to avoid like the plague after her past few encounters with him. 
Stepping a little closer, however, she recognized this individual's face between the spacing of the shelves— and thank the heavens, it wasn't Rong Yuan. 
The person was Zixu, all focused on a book that he had pulled off the shelf. His attention was completely absorbed in the book— his eyebrows knitted, head tilted down, and lips pressed together.
Now that she knew who it was, she didn't quite mind his presence. A mischievous smile surfaced on her lips, and Yujia crouched and crept over silently to Zixu's shelf, on the other side of where he was standing. Then, she leapt up, fitting her face in the open space that showed Zixu's, exclaiming, "Surprise!" 
Zixu didn't even flinch. He slowly looked up after finishing the sentence he had been reading, blinking when he saw her face. "Oh. Junior Sister. I didn't expect to see you here."
"Aw, you're no fun," Yujia complained with a sigh, dropping her hands and walking over to Zixu's side. "You didn't get scared by me at all? Or surprised?"
"I heard you the moment you opened the door. There was no surprise factor," he answered straightforwardly. 
Rolling her eyes, Yujia hummed, "I'm going to catch you unaware someday. Just you wait."
At this, Zixu closed his book, looking over. His gaze seemed perfectly serious, but Yujia noticed that his lips were curled up in amusement. "I'll look forward to that day, if it ever arrives."
"What are you reading?" Yujia inclined her head over, trying to read the title, which was half covered by Zixu's sleeve.
Zixu moved his sleeve aside. "Just studying some poetry. I need to improve more for the imperial examination."
Yujia nodded thoughtfully. In one of her discussions with Ye Yunhe, she found out that they were holding an irregular palace examination that would come up soon. Contrary to the normal examinations, usually held in the first month of the year, this irregular examination occured because the Emperor wanted to find new talents. Unlike normal tests, which covered more specific fields, the irregular examination would be very diverse in topics. Thus, though it made it more challenging to score better results for these tests, the rewards were greater. Many were interested in earning themselves a first or second-rank graduate title. 
She also found out from Yunhe that despite the fact that Lingxin Academy seemed like a very specialized school for art, there were many esteemed scholars as teachers and resources for all students too. The focus of Lingxin was on art and calligraphy, but each year, they submitted plenty of successful students to the examinations. Hence, this allowed the school to stand at the same level as other renowned schools, such as Taixue, Guojian, and the Four Gates School.
Lingxin also stood out not only as a result of its success, but also because of its method of acceptance. Students who wanted to enroll in Taixue, Guojian, and Four Gates must come from families with officials above rank eight. Meanwhile, Lingxin did not discriminate between ranks, letting talent, not family background, dictate an individual's ability to enroll. This complemented the beliefs of the Emperor, so Lingxin was widely known as the Emperor's favorite academy. 
When examination season came along, Lingxin always provided any students who were interested in taking exams plenty of resources and teachers. For people like Zixu, who became disciples of the masters at Lingxin, they would be allowed to use even more resources to study, such as Lingxin's private library, which had more materials than the public one. 
Yujia looked at the current shelf Zixu was looking at books from. Judging from the titles, they all had something to do with poetry. She didn't know if they would test an individual's poetry skills in the examination, but since Zixu was studying for it, they probably would. 
"You were paying a lot of attention to this book when I walked in," she noted. 
"Yes," Zixu agreed, "I do like poetry quite a bit. These," he glanced down at his book, "are poems from Tao Yuanming. His work focuses on the plain simplicity of the natural world's beauty. I think that the things he writes might resonate with you more than me, actually. He talks about wine quite a bit."
Zixu gave her a wry smile that she returned with a laugh.
Wine. Of course that would resonate with her. 
Yujia recognized Tao Yuanming, however. In the future, many centuries later, he would be recorded as one of the great poets. She had read quite a few of his poems in her past life. He also wrote an influential piece about an utopia, Peach Blossom Spring. This piece of prose would be renowned as well. 
"There's one particular poem that I was focused on," Zixu said, flipping to the page he was just at. They were the five poems of Returning to Gardens and Fields. Then he read them out loud. 
"At the gate and courtyard—no murmur of the World's dust:
In the empty rooms—leisure and deep stillness.
Long I lived checked by the bars of a cage:
Now I have turned again to nature and freedom."
"This entire poem resonates with me, but these lines conclude it all very well," Zixu considered, thinking his thoughts out loud. "It adds onto the layers and depth of the entire work. If I were to write a poem for the examination, I would like to write something similar to this, though of course— it wouldn't be quite at this level. Tao Yuanming's work is truly great." 
Yujia smiled. "I trust that you have the capability to." 
As she said so, she couldn't help thinking back to the full poem set. She read it before and even memorized it for class. Those lines just read aloud may resonate with Zixu, but what Yujia thought back to upon seeing the poem were its previous lines, unspoken:
"The migrant bird longs for the old wood:
The fish in the tank thinks of its native pool."


At 24 years old, Yang Yujia is an unemployed art major, living off heavy debt and instant noodles. During a high-school reunion, Yujia gets drunk, does stupid things, and when she wakes up again, Yujia is no longer in the correct world, time-period, or body. 

Unfortunately, as a transmigrator, Yujia does not seem to have much luck either— instead of transmigrating with a set of stunning martial arts skills, knowledge that would aid her in troubling situations, or a position of royalty that would make her life much easier, Yujia is the fourth (illegitimate) daughter of a small merchant. And what skills does she have to help her survive this world?

A pretty face, witty mouth, and useless artistic talent?

Good enough. 

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"Hssss!"
The crowd inhaled a breath of cold air!
Composing a poem on the spot was young master Mo’s expertise!
Someone then shouted out, "I’ve heard that young master Mo managed to compose a poem in just ten steps for the Fire Emperor. Do we have the fortunes of seeing such a skill?"
Everyone started to reveal cheers of joy and anticipation.
Most of them had heard of young master Mo’s ten step poem before the Fire Nation's Emperor. If they manage to hear young master Mo compose a poem in ten steps once again, it would be a historical moment for everyone!
Once the poem was completed, it would also be a poem that would be recorded in the books of history.
Besides, young master Mo’s talents in poem are undoubted. In fact, he was so good in poetry that he was the unrivalled Poem King within Fire Nations. Anyone who could witness his ‘ten steps poem’ would be deemed to be extremely fortunate.
Madam Ya was rather astonished as well. In previous banquets, the crowd would come up with their own topics of discussion, since they would have made preparations before coming and allow others to enjoy their work. Today, young master Mo requested for her to give a topic. He clearly wanted to win some of his pride and dignity back.
Although Madam Ya felt that agreeing in this wouldn’t be fair to Xu Que, she badly wanted to witness young master Mo’s ten step poem as well.
"Regardless of whatever topic Madam Ya gives, I will be able to complete a full poem within ten steps!" Young master Mo stood up, as he readied himself. His eyes were focused as he smiled and looked at Madam Ya.
Complete a full poem within ten steps!
Madam Ya was so excited by these words that her heart was hammering in her chest. Such confidence and exquisite talents caused her to go in a daze!
For a student to compose a good poem was the ultimate test of how brilliant and knowledgeable he was. If he wasn’t the best student or the most talented, how will he ever dare to speak such big words to promise a complete poem within ten steps?
Hence, Madam Ya replied, "Alright. Since young mister Mo’s so full of confidence, I shall come up with a topic!"
As she finished, she turned her head back to look at her surroundings before looking at the sky.
At this point, the sky was gradually turning dark as if it was about to rain anytime soon!
Madam Ya smiled gently as she spoke, "Since we’re right on the brink of spring, everyone can look out and see that the clouds are dense and thick. Maybe we shall receive our first spring rain today. Let’s have spring rain as the topic. What do you think?"
Spring rain?
When the students heard this, their eyes gleamed. This wasn’t very hard!
However, even though this wasn’t a difficult topic, it would be rather hard to compose a poem within ten steps!
To most of the students present, writing a poem would always have the comfort of their own homes. They would rack their brains and think for hours on end before they produce a work that’s average at best. For someone to do it in within ten steps was practically impossible to them.
Xu Que was still standing by the side when he heard the topic of ‘spring rain’ and was elated.
Hehe... spring rain? Within my book of 300 Tang Poems, most of them can be linked to this topic. Besides, each and every poem in this book is a work of genius!
Even before Madam Ya could finish speaking her sentence, Mo Yun Shang walked out.
When he took his first step, everyone’s expression was one of surprise.
"How... How is this possible?"
"Doesn’t he even need to think?"
Even Madam Ya reacted to this in amazement. As soon as he heard the topic, he could immediately compose a poem. That was amazing. It’s no wonder he’s referred to as Poem King!
Mo Yun Shang’s eyes exuded immense confidence in his own abilities as endearing dimples were able to capture the hearts of those who heard him. Mo Yun Shan reared his head up before taking his second step, "The spring rains are as fine as dust."
Soon after, he took his third step, "While the willow trees outside, a brilliant shade of yellow."
Even before the audience could ponder over his words, he took another step forward and recited the fourth line, "Curtains entwined with the gentle wind."
He was down to his last line. Everyone held their breaths in nervous anticipation as they watched his feet. He had three steps to go. Could he complete the poem within three steps?
Indeed, the contented look on Mo Yun Shang’s face indicated that he was more than confident of achieving such a feat. He took a deep breath before finishing his last three steps. He then spoke loudly, "As the satin cloths sway in the mild breeze."
He took a total of ten steps and delivered such an amazing poem!
Clap clap clap clap…
The audience were filled with astonishment and were clearly impressed!
The sounds of applause were almost deafening.
"Great poem! What a great poem!"
"Indeed, he’s the Poem King. He could compose a brilliant poem from scratch within just ten steps.
"The spring rains are as fine as dust, while the willow trees outside, a brilliant shade of yellow. Indeed, that is the scenery we get to view at this very moment across the great lake!"
"It’s hard to imagine how talented young master Mo is. Even before the first drops of rain had descended, he’s already painted a beautiful picture of spring in our imaginations that is so lifelike!"
Several students voiced out their opinions and were filled with respect.
Tang Liu Feng was sighing as well, "The title of Poem King is indeed not in vain. Today, my eyes have been treated to a sumptuous experience!"
Madam Ya was mildly trembling as her eyes twinkled in delight. She sighed, "Young mister Mo’s poem is indeed the best poem to describe spring rain!"
"Pu!" Xu Que spat out an entire mouthful of tea on the floor, as his face contorted in disgust.
Fuck, how could this be considered ‘best poem’? Are you trying to tease me?
Indeed, when he spat out tea, he had attracted the attention of everyone again.
Mo Yun Shan turned around and glared at him, his eyes emanated an icy stare and laughed coldly, "What? Could it be that Brother Li despises my poem?"
"Gulp… It’s alright, but it isn’t even worth my despise!" Xu Que wiped away some tea water on his lips and laughed dryly.
As soon as this words were spoken, the crowd’s lips puckered in disgust.
It isn’t even worth his despise?
Fuck me! Big brother, you’re bragging a little too much here right?
The quality of this poem could even be the best in Fire Nation! And he even composed it all within ten steps. With the amount of talent it took to produce something like that, you even say that it’s not worth your despise?"
Mo Yun Shang couldn’t bear it any longer and burst out, "Since that’s the case, I wonder if brother Li has a better piece of work?"
"Me? Of course I do. Are you sure you wish to hear it?" Xu Que blinked several times as his heart roared with happiness. This humble subject didn’t wish to act tough, but you forced me to. I shall oblige you. Looks like sometimes, even when I don’t wish to act tough, the career catches me off guard! So, don’t blame me for putting on a good show!
The crowd looked at his face and had to suppress the inner urge to rush forward and beat his stinking face. Their hearts were filled with disgust and repulse for him.
A student then cleared his throat, "Young master Mo composed his poem in ten steps. If you can really compose a poem, it still won't mean that you’re more talented than him!"
"Hehe… did you say ten steps?" Xu Que laughed coldly before shaking his head, "To me, that poem was utter trash!"
"You… What did you say?"
"The audacity! How outrageous! You dare to lose your mannerisms and speak in such a way!"
"If a ten step poem is too easy for you, are you going to compose a poem in seven steps?"
The crowd was enraged when they heard this and that Mo Yun Shan was truly being treated unjustifiably.
The ten steps poem was extremely difficult and he even managed to compose such a high quality poem, but you actually called it trash?
"Boom!"
Xu Que slammed the tea cup heavily on the table, as he smiled out, "Seven steps poem? What’s the big deal with that? But I have to apologize. This humble subject won’t just compose one poem in ten steps. Instead… I shall compose ten poems in ten steps!"


I am the best when it comes to taking divergent paths. With just a flip of my hand, I shall take the path less commonly travelled. I search far and wide, only to find myself unbeatable and unrivaled. So now I ask, who else can match my awesomeness? 

Acting tough is second nature to me and I am a lone wolf.
 
The road is long and winding but I shan’t feel lonely as long as I am able to act tough!


Life and death bore me and I do whatever I deem fit.

“Young man, way back when I started acting tough, you were still learning how to put on your underpants!” Xu Que thus decided to take the path of acting tough. He decided to act tough every single god-damned day. If he wasn’t acting tough, he was scheming for the best way to act tough!  

As the army of Shadows charged fort, everyone braced themselves for a fight that they will never forget. Once the army of Shadows reached the fifty meter thresh hold, everyone let out a battle cry as they all charge into battle.
Burying their fears within the deepest parts of their being, everyone steeled their resolve as they face their enemies head on.
Charging at full speed, Clara finally let her full potential show by summoning not just half of her usual giant skeleton but full. The gigantic flaming skeleton rose from the ground and charged towards the Shadows with Clara sitting comfortably on its shoulder. The skeleton balled its fists and raised them over its head, before bringing them downwards to the ground, creating a huge explosion. Any Shadows that were caught under the skeletal fists can no longer be seen, as not even a trace of their existence remained.
Not finished with her fun, Clara commanded her Skeletal companion to bring more destruction. The Skeleton opened its mouth and breathed out plum color flames that incinerated every Shadows to ashes.
Nadet flew high up in the sky and absorbed all the light energy his body could take. Nadet concentrated the energy that stored up in between his palms creating a deadly concentrated ball of light. Once his body couldn't absorbed anymore energy, Nadet finally released all the stored up energy by raising his palms upwards. The concentrated ball of light expanded into the sky and created thousands and thousands of sword made out of light. Swinging his hand forward, the ocean of swords in the sky rained down on the Shadows.
As the battle rages, suddenly the air turned salty, similar to the scent of the ocean.
Atop the highest towers of the guild, a young man stood. With blazing green eyes and opened journal, he began reading with a soft and hypnotic tone, as an incredible aura swirled and danced below where he stood.
"Behold her on the silent sea,
Yon vessel like a spirit there!
Moved in a dream's reality,
As if she trod the air.
None can tell from what creek or bay
She sailed out, or by night or day;
They watch her like a vision gone
Over the sea's oblivion.

And, lo! she fades a spectre thin,
Part of the moonlight and the sea;
As if the waves and stars met in
A moment's phantasy!
Or is it they stand hushed apart
And listen to her breathing heart,
As if the ghostly pulses stirred
To the voice of a faery bird.

A bird that chaunts somewhere between
The waters and the starry skies
A mystic song of what has been
Seen not of human eyes
Since when the world grew into birth,
And the white Moon enamoured Earth:
And she as in a vision gone
Moves to the music on—and on." (By: R. (Robert) Crawford)
"Ghost Ship!"
As soon as the young man finished reading his poem, the earth began to rumble.
"What the heck?!" Caleb's eyes almost popped out from his eye sockets when he saw a gigantic wave of water loomed over them. Riding the deadly wave is an enormous spectral pirate ship, that's flickering in and out of existence. Some of the ship's sails are torn while some have holes in them. The decks of the ship were badly damaged, as barnacles and seaweeds decorated its entirety. On the bow of the ship, is a creepy life like mermaid, who's wearing a smile that would make any person cower at its sight. Aboard the ship are apparitions of pirates who rode and sunk with their beloved ship.
As the tidal wave crashed on the earth, everyone held their breathes and close their eyes, but strangely nothing bad happened to their bodies, while their surroundings are still abundant with air. It was then that they saw how deadly the tidal wave truly was, when the Shadows that were charging at them only recently, all got eaten up by it, making everyone wear a mixed expression with how the events went down.
Testing their mobility under the strange waters, Caleb noticed that his movements were not impaired, making him grin in amazement.
"If we can still move normally, then that means-" Caleb thought as his heart drummed in pure excitement.
It is then that multiple shadows zipped by above them, making Caleb look up, only to see Kai riding a gigantic zombie shark. which led a frenzy of hundreds of zombie sharks.
"Guys, this is our chance! Let's show those Shadows, what we are made of!" Caleb shouted before charging full speed at the struggling Shadows who were drowning.
Kai looked like he was having the time of his life, as the ocean is basically his playground. The zombie sharks mercilessly ripped the Shadows to shreds, as they tear the Shadows' bodies with their sharp and jagged teeth.
"Is that Kai?" Bobby asked in shock when he saw Kai riding a zombie shark.
As if things couldn't get any more bazaar, aboard the ghost ship is a pink haired young lady, wearing a pirate outfit, sticking out like a sore thumb.
"Yarrr Matey!" Pan shouted as her crew of pink haired pirate companions joined the ranks of the ghost pirates.
Together, they started firing cannon after cannon, bombing and sinking Shadows down to the dark pearly abyss of the seven seas.
The living ghost ship itself caused more destruction in its wake than the deadly wave, as all the Shadows that it ran over or was touched by the spectral waters around it, it ate and absorbed their very essence. As the ship grew more and more stronger, the menacing and terrifying aura that it emitted also grew stranger. Black mist surrounded the ghost ship, while green eerie glow lit up from the ship's lamps, making it look more ominous and foreboding. Even the clear skies darkened, as if the sun hid from the ship's presence.
Kai being in his playground, he created multiple whirlpools, where many unfortunate Shadows were sucked into the powerful maelstroms, tearing their bodies to pieces.
"Kai looks like he's really enjoying himself" Alisa said to his brother Caleb, when she saw the childlike twinkle in Kai's eyes and smile.
"Yeah, I've never seen him show this much emotions before" Caleb said with a soft smile on his face.
He and Kai had really been buddies the last couple of week. They understood each other without even talking. In the times they have been bonding, Caleb has never once seen Kai show so much emotion, until today. And what can he say, Caleb's happy for Kai.
As the ship slowly faded out of existence and the raging waters finally calmed, the sun once again showed itself and lighten up the once dark sky.
Seeing the aftermath of the devastating assault of the ghost ship, everyone's morale raised to an all time high. Almost ninety seven percent of the Shadow army were wiped, only leaving three percent of its original number left.
Things might've been going smoothly, so far, but the ones that are left are no joke, as all of the survivors are Alpha Shadows.
Shiro and Apollo knew just how hard it is to defeat a single Alpha. So, even though their morale is high, they all made sure to stay on their toes.
Once his first masterpiece was done, the young man atop the towers of the guild mansion flipped several pages into his journal. Stopping at a certain page, the young man once again read a poem.
"Life blooms in the dawn of Spring,
The warmth of day in Summer's blessing.
Death approaches in the Autumn twilight,
And as night falls comes Winter's bite."
 "Calling of the Seasons!"
Summoning the physical manifestation of the four seasons, everyone felt a second of disorientation when they felt the four season pass by in just a couple of seconds.
Once summoned, the four seasons did their work without a second to waste.
"Cam has really gotten strong, didn't he?" Caleb said, seeing the astronomical improvements of Cameron. "He used to be so clumsy, now he's destroying Shadows left and right by himself.
"Well, he's another one of Isabelle's team's handy work" Alisa said in agreement to her brother. She really is beyond amazed at Isabelle, Pearl and Alex's capabilities.
The three of them don't even have Gifts themselves, but they managed to pull out each and everyone's great potential in just three and a half weeks.
As always the four young men attacked every Shadows in their path with so much speed and power, that the Shadows didn't even knew what hit them. Spring had cut and slashed enemies with precision and calmness, Summer fought enemies with so much vigor and energy, Fall moved with so much speed and elegance, and Winter demolished many Shadows at once, showing immense power. Every movement they made commanded the surrounding to their will.
Seeing Spring create a sakura storm, Chen's hand started to shake, as he held the hilt of his sword. Traumatic memories once again plagued his mind, but they all suddenly disappeared when a warm hand enveloped his once trembling hand.
Turing to the owner of the hand, Chen saw Minerva give him an encouraging and comforting nod as if to tell him that "Everything's going to be okay".
As the negative memories faded, replaced by a calming warmth, Chen smiled at Minerva and mouthed the words "Thank you" with all sincerity. Minerva just smirked at him and rolled her eyes, but deep inside her heart is beating like crazy.
With a nod, Chen joined the physical manifestation of Spring and combined his lotus petal storm to the latter's sakura storm. Together, they created a beautiful and devastating combined attack that instantly wiped an Alpha from the face of the earth.
Kai on the other hand went tag team with Summer, as they raised the raging summer tides of the ocean and brought it upon an flying Alpha, drowning it to death.
Shiro and Apollo teamed up with Fall, as their quick and blinding movements decapitated an Alpha to pieces, not even giving it the chance to catch up to them. It was like one second the Alpha is still strong and alive, then the next second, it got slashed and hacked to millions of tiny pieces, bursting out like a confetti.
Lastly, Minerva joined forces with Winter to create the most brutal and tyrannical team ever. Just take the Shadow that they pounded to death for example. The two of them were so strong that they the Shadow almost looked pitiful as it got passed back and forth between its two scary opponents.
Caleb didn't want to be left behind on the action and started spinning his spear around. He's been living, breathing, and sleeping the special move that Isabelle has taught him, that Caleb could now do it without even breaking a sweat. Alisa released her mysterious energy from her body and began combining it with Caleb's, making Caleb's violet energy look glossy and more powerful. As the violet energy blazed around Caleb, Bobby imparted and infused Caleb's spear with kinetic energy.
When Caleb felt that his two energies has been combined thoroughly along with Alisa's energy, he stopped spinning his spear around. The energy expanded outwards before Caleb's body absorbed it all. Once all the energy has been absorbed by his body, Caleb let out a powerful shout and thrusted his spear forward, releasing the concentrated powerful energy in front of him, creating a hole on the bodies of three Alphas who were conveniently on a straight line. The Alphas didn't know what hit them, as a couple of second after they got hit, their bodies imploded. which in turn created a powerful explosion.
Once the four season has done what they could in the duration of their summon, Cameron smiled at them with great sincerity and said with great gratitude.
"Thank you all so much for your help"
The four knelt, put their right fist to their hearts, bowed their heads before fading into thin air.
Who would've thought that everyone got so powerful that they were able to go head to head with an army of Shadows. Only ten Alpha's remained, when all is said and done, and most of the work was done by Cameron.
Everyone hearts drummed with excitement as they could finally see the end of the tunnel, but suddenly a loud and obnoxious laugh echoed, making Minerva grit her teeth so hard that her jaws almost locked. Chen, Shiro, Nadet and Ji Soo all tensed up, as they knew the owner of such laugh. They only know one person who could laugh like that, and send shivers down their spines.
"You mutts really grew powerful, huh?" A familiar voice echoed loudly.
Then a twinkle in the sky glinted before a silhouette descended from the sky like a shooting star. Upon landing, a huge explosion occurred, creating a cloud of dust.
Everyone immediately put their guards up, as they wait for the could of dust to disperse.
Once the cloud of dust cleared, a smug and irritating smirk greeted them all, causing Minerva's blood to boil like crazy.
"Hello sis, miss me?" Pietro said with a condescending tone in his voice.

In this world of normal, there are things happening that not many people could see. A world where extraordinary things happened, a world where extraordinary people live and a world where the impossible becomes possible.


You think you know everything but in the shadows Gifts and Chaos clash. Where Shadow creatures wrecking havoc in our land, where Chaos takes human forms and where people with extraordinary Gifts protect our world.

Remember two things: That things aren't always what they seem and That everything happens for a reason.       

Chapters 1-10 are told in June's Pov and the rest will be a Third person Pov.

Warning: This novel contains Graphic content, Sensitive topics, Violence and any other 18+ content related. You've been warned

GENRE:   Young-Adult, Teen Fiction, Supernatural, Contemporary Romance, Urban Fantasy, Science Fiction, Paranormal, Action, Superpowers.

Thank you so much for reading!

CITY LIBRARY.

''Spring came with the full bloom of flowers and this was often associated with love. It was a popular myth that people were more prone to fall in love in spring more than any other season. The feeling of love brings us joy and makes our hearts skip a beat at the mention of that special someone, hence everyone lives with the hope that one day they will meet that person who would make them feel butterflies in their stomach''

Maria's lips curved into a smile as she read the words out in the book she casually picked out in the library. It had been exactly a month since the last time she saw Ad-Din, but anytime she thinks about the things she wants to tell him, it gives her peace because she knew that very soon she will be able to achieve all that she had hoped for. 

Meeting Ad-Din was already a miracle in itself and because of that, she didn't mind the time she was away from him.

Three days ago, she went to visit the venue for the proposal party with Mona Lisa and it was almost ready. That was enough to keep her going. Apart from planning the proposal party, she had been engaged in studying the course outline that the secretary of Professor Kodney had posted on the platform. She wanted to prepare well ahead of time for when the lessons would begin.

Today, she was at the library, getting some of the books that she needed. She had her earphones fixed in her ears, cutting herself away from the world around her. She wore a simple blue flowery dress that stopped at her knees.
 
Maria put the poetry book that she had just read the piece from back to the shelf and smiled before walking away to another section of the library while listening to a song by Tatiana Manaois titled 'glad we danced in the rain'. 

The lyrics of the song made her feel rather nostalgic and melancholic making her smile as she walked around the shelf.

Not far away from where she was.
A woman in her forties walked out of the library's administration with a young man who walked with a stick supporting himself. They were discussing happily.

''When you first called me to ask me for that favour, I couldn't believe my ears. I was thinking who this woman could be for you to ask me to make an exception. Now I know she is your girlfriend'' Professor Kodney said to Ad-Din as they walked down the stairs.

''You must have been surprised, but all the same, thank you so much for making that exception. Thanks to you, I was able to bring a smile on her face'' Ad-Din told Professor Kodney.

''You are welcome, but it wasn't for free, you know that right? I already asked my secretary to schedule you for a lecture next week. The students are going to go crazy when we make the announcement. How long has it been since you came here?'' Professor Kodney asked.

''Is being 4 to 5 years. The library has gotten bigger and better" Ad-Din answered.

'Is been that long already? Time really flies by fast. Thanks to the donations we received from your company, we were able to provide more books and infrastructure and the students are making good use of it. Look, the library is already full though is just still morning"

Ad-Din turned and suddenly saw a familiar figure standing in front of a shelf holding a book with earphones on her eyes. It was both a rather pleasant surprise and pleasing to the eye. His lips curved and he looked at the figure with interest, even Professor Kodney saw how his eyes were literally filled with admiration for the person he was watching. She decided to ask as she also turned and looked at the figure.

''Who is she? Someone you know?''

Ad-Din turned to Professor Kodney and nodded his head saying, ''someone I haven't seen in a while. Professor Kodney, isn't she just beautiful?''

''Who? The lady? She is indeed beautiful; I especially love her skin colour. It stands out even more because not a lot of people have chocolate skin in Cosmos. Who is she?'' Professor Kodney asked curiously.

''My girlfriend'' Ad-Din answered. 

''Ehuh? Your girlfriend? Is that really your girlfriend?'' Professor Kodney asked shockingly and Ad-Din nodded with a smile.

''Professor Kodney, I will call you later'' Ad-Din said to the woman.

''Sure, go ahead'' Professor Kodney said and smiled. She watched as Ad-Din walked towards the lady in the blue dress and she murmured ''those are the good times'' before turning to go away.

.......
Few minutes later, Maria finished selecting the books she needed and proceeded to another section of the library. In her hands were now three big books. Their weight seemed to weigh her down but she held unto them tightly as she walked to another shelf.

Ad-Din followed her secretly at a distance. A shelf was separating them. Since he was taller, Ad-Din was able to see Maria. He smiled while he watched her serious expressions. Now that he was seeing her again after a month, he realised he had really missed her a lot. He wanted so much to go and give her a hug, kiss her and send her to his home and just love her but, he wasn't fit yet and didn't dare to show her his weak side. He didn't want her to feel any pains because of him.

Ad-Din hid immediately Maria turned towards the area he was standing. Maria vaguely saw a figure and frowned but she didn't pay attention to it and walked away. She had finished selecting the books that she needed and went towards the counter. Ad-Din removed his phone and made a call at that moment while watching her as she got to the counter and stood in the line.

Maria reached the counter and placed all the five books she selected on the counter and removed her credit card. She smiled at the library woman and spoke, ''hi, I would like to pay for these books''

The library looked at the books and another librarian walked to them from inside the room behind the counter and spoke.

''Are you Miss Lee?'' she asked Maria and Maria nodded confusedly.

''Yes, I am. Is there a problem?'' Maria decided to ask.

''No, Miss. Your books have been paid for already, you can take them away'' the librarian said to Maria.

''Huh? But, I am yet to pay for them?'' Maria said to the man.

''Someone has paid for them already, Miss Lee'' the librarian said.

''Who?'' Maria asked and looked at the librarian.

''He said he is your boyfriend'' the librarian said shyly and Maria's heart skipped a beat.

''My boyfriend?'' Maria sighed and turned around, she dashed out leaving the books towards the entrance.

By the time, she had reached outside, she saw a car driving out to the roadside, it was already far away but she recognised the car as Ad-Din's own. She smiled and a tear fell down her cheek and she wiped it away and watched as the car disappeared from her sight before she turned and went back into the library.

Maria came back out holding the books in a paper bag and stood by the roadside. A taxi soon pulled over and she got inside and the driver drove away.

Maria looked at her phone in deep thoughts. She scrolled her contacts and stopped at Ad-Din's name and paused her fingers at the name. She wanted to call him but after thinking and deciding against it, she typed a simple thank you and sent it to him instead.

Maria smiled and moved closer to the window. She casually placed her head by the window glass and watched the flowers that were fully bloomed outside on the trees on the streets. The flowers were all yellow making the road look beautiful.

Maria opened her mouth and started reciting the poem that she read from the poetry book inside the library.

'I met someone today'

'that person wasn't you'

'that person reminded me of you'

'I met someone today'

'that someone took my breath away'

'that person though far away from me, caught me looking at him'

'I met someone today'

'someone who looked exactly like you'

'I met someone who made my heart flutter again'

'but after getting closer to that person, I found out that he wasn't you'

'I found out that, it was my illusion of you'

'I found out that, because I missed you so much, I have begun to see you in everyone I meet'

'but, sadly, they aren't you. No one will be like you'

'so, I wait for my spring to arrive and bring me, you'

'I wait for my spring, which is you'

Maria smiled seemingly in a good mood after reciting that poem. It was enough that she found out today that he was actually closer to her than she had thought. It was enough to know that he was watching her. Time was what they needed. Time was also what she had. She had all the time in the world to wait for him to come out of his pain and meet her. He was after all her spring. Maria felt peaceful within herself.

"This is a dream. Since it is a dream, let me at least savour it a little more''.

"If you are done checking me out, can I open my eyes now? Is hard pretending to be asleep when you keep touching me like that, Miss Lee''. Ad-Din said and opened his eyes.

Maria Portia Lee graduated at the top of her class in the University at the age of 22 years and landed her first job as a teacher at a prestigious senior high school in their town.

On her first day, she found herself falling for a final year student boy. Been a novice at love, coupled with family problems she decides to ignore the feelings that only grew stronger by the day.

An unfortunate accident leaves Maria Portia Lee running to another city and her teaching license revoked.

After 8 years, Maria didn't expect that the first person she would meet after returning to Cosmos town will be the same boy she used to love and there was just one problem, he wasn't a boy anymore but a man, a man that still made her heart to feel a lot of emotions and the worse part was, he was now her boss. Their roles have been exchanged totally.

Ad-Din finally found the woman he had waited for, for 8 years and wasn't about to let anyone get in his way of making her his woman. 

Will their love story continue from where they left off? Will they be able to find happiness this time around?
 
Purple Romance II

Paige Payin is juggling between her school and work as a Queen in part-time working with good star ratings but the time she has left is used to fantasizes about her crush but all that changes when she meets bad boy Jordan Attoh and soon their bickering turns into something more but will their new found feelings stand the test of time when the culprit of all Paige's predicament turns out to be Jordan's own Father's selfishness?

This book contains series of different love stories that stand the test of time.

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