As the Gun Kills demons He Gets stronger. (Coming soon)

Have any of you seen this world as a cruel and, unfair place??,we all know that life isn't easy and no one is weak ,because everyone wakes up every morning and face life's hardness and it took too much energy to do that, so we are all strong for facing this life .....

Here is a book of poems.
Behind each poem a story that will give you a lesson.
And a story I may face but never tell...

Just give my book a try.

(Votes and comments are appreciated )

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Little Yu's brows unwittingly knitted tightly into a frown. It was most likely someone's randomly written poem trying to use her to boost popularity.
Nevertheless, within a brief moment, the number of people tagging her grew, all pointing at the same poem.
'What poem is this? How did it get so much attention?'
Fueled by her curiosity, she finally decided to check it out.
[Crab is peeling my shell.
The notebook is writing on me.
The sky filled with me lands on the maple leaf and snowflakes.
Yet you're thinking of me.]
'Such a simple poem!'
That was Little Yu's initial impression. Additionally, the writing style came off peculiar. It was childish, and the sentences seemed to be in reverse. Under normal circumstances, it would not be appropriate.
However, weirdly enough, she felt that the poem carried a hidden meaning. Crab, notebook, maple leaf, snowflakes. They all described one emotion—sorrow.
With that sorrowful feeling in mind, she read the poem again. This time, as she read through the verses, the sorrowful feeling deepened. Suddenly, her eyes narrowed, and tears seemed to pour out from her heart, instantly flooding her eyes.
'Reverse!'
'It was in reverse!'
'This is a revolutionary poem!'
She wiped the tears at the corners of her eyes, and read it for the third and fourth time. The emotions grew stronger, and finally, she took a deep breath and started to voice out her views on Weibo.
[The beauty of language lies in its versatility. I firmly believe poetry to be the canvas for this beauty to be fully expressed. Language can use the simplest words to express the deepest of emotions! This poem is definitely well written. It is different from all other poems. It was written in reverse! It shook me to the core!]
She started by uploading that message onto Weibo. Like a rock that caused a thousand ripples, it instantly attracted the attention of all the viewers.
[It can't be. Even Little Yu is praising that poem?]
[FML. This is my first time seeing Little Yu giving such high praises to a poem. A new writing method? What does this mean?]
[I'll await for the explanation with you guys. Let's appreciate this together!]
[Could it be a circle jerk? Y Cosmetic is an online trend store after all.]
[It's too fake. Just a couple of words and it's getting such great assessment? I just can't see what's so good about it.]
…
Very quickly, the comments under Little Yu's post grew. More and more people started following the thread, all of them trying to figure out the meaning behind this poem.
Little Yu paid them no heed but instead continued to type out her insights.
[I believe everyone here have read the poem. Actually, from the beginning to the end, this poem is in reverse. That is to say, the author is writing about a world turned upside down. You can try to read the poem in reverse.]
'Reading in reverse?'
They once more shifted their focus on the poem.
[I'm peeling the shell of the crab.
I'm writing in a notebook.
The sky full of maple leaf and snowflakes landed on me,
Yet I'm missing you!]
Boom!
Just as they finished reading the last line, all their minds were blown. At that moment, they finally understood what the poem was about.
It was a poem about longing, trying to convey the message of 'I miss you'!
[I believe that everyone has given it a try. After reading it in reverse, those verses make sense now right? The author didn't only express his longing, but it also carried a deeper meaning: You'll only think of me if the world is upside down! This is a sad one-sided love.]
Little Yu's words once more stunned the crowd. In the next moment, they all felt a warmth within them that moved their hearts.
[You'll only think of me if the world is upside down. Hehe, what a sad tale…]
[Ahhh, reading this poem again made me cry. How shameful that I didn't understand it on my first try.]
[This poem is written in a really special way. However, I really can't relate to the sadness it portrays. It can't be that exaggerated right?]
[Previous post, you've never loved someone before right? When you experience a one-sided love, you'll truly understand this poem.]
[That's right. You'll only think of me if the world is upside down. Meanwhile, longing for you has become a part of my life, just like a normal notebook. Sob sob sob…]
[Genius! Only when you understand you'll realize how magnificent this poem is!]
…
In an instant, the poem's explanation spread like wildfire over the internet. On that special occasion, the poem naturally became the most welcomed poem on Singles' Day.
Nothing was more suitable for Singles' Day than a one-sided love.
Furthermore, along with the poem gaining traction, Y Cosmetics rose in popularity too. A lot of people expressed that it was too difficult to court the pretty boss lady of Y Cosmetics. Composing a poem that surpassed theirs? How was that even possible?!
That poem immediately turned into Y Cosmetics' symbol, gaining countless praises.
Ye Lingchen was instead sitting in the back. As he watched his popularity points went from 500 over thousand to 558,978, a faint smile appeared on his face as he remained hidden.
The next day, Ye Lingchen got out of bed early in the morning. After his morning exercise, he calmly waited for Xu Nan to pick him up.
Early in the morning, all the big media platforms were covering the news on autonomous vehicle technology. Aside from the entertainment news channel, some central news broadcasts had also brought up topics on autonomous vehicle technology. It was the arrival of a new era. The significance of this issue resulted in foreign media reporting on it as well.
It would appear that the whole world was focused on that day, a day the people of China took pride in.
At 9am sharp, Xu Nan's car parked outside the gates of Hill Spring Residences.
"Master!"
Seeing Ye Lingchen, Xu Nan immediately came forward to greet him with a smile.
Ye Lingchen returned a nod and got into the car.
The car drove on, and shortly arrived at the exhibit venue.
Looking around, the area was filled with cars. Countless people were coming and going with excitement displayed on their faces as they conversed.
Ye Lingchen saw quite a number of foreigners, ranging from fair to dark skin tones. All of them had an excited smile on their faces.
"Student Ye Lingchen, you're here." Xu Wanqing appeared before Ye Lingchen.
"Teacher Xu."
"I'm sorry about the previous incident. We didn't manage to safeguard your note and had to trouble you again," Xu Wanqing apologized.
Ye Lingchen returned a smile without words.
It would be a lie to say that he was not angry. As he grew steadily, he slowly developed the ego as a prodigy. At first, he did not plan to take further actions, but with Xu Nan as his disciple and Xu Wanqing as a teacher he was close to, it was difficult for him to say no when requested by both of them. Furthermore, autonomous vehicle technology was an important matter. One could even say it directly impacted the technological standing and advancement of China. For those reasons, Ye Lingchen would still try his best to contribute.
"Master, please calm down. You can point out the flaws later and give her a good round of face slapping! Let Abbess Miejue admit her mistakes. I guarantee that she'll offer her sincerest apology!" Xu Nan said coquettishly while tugging at Ye Lingchen's arm...


Ye Lingchen was a regular high schooler who struggled with exams and expectations from his parents.
All that changed after he woke up from a strange dream and discovered that he had been granted the 'Prodigy System'. His life changed from this point on. Reading a book allowed him to learn its content immediately. Listening to lectures granted instant understanding of the lesson. Observation of a technique imprinted knowledge of the technique used.
Learning had never been so easy, and as the saying goes, knowledge is power. In this case, he now had access to a ton of unbridled power. 
What does it feel like to become a 'prodigy' overnight? Follow Ye Lingchen on this journey to discover the limitless possibilities...

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**


The residence of the Lan Sect was located in a remote mountain outside the city of Gusu.
Mist constantly enveloped the white walls and black roofs of the buildings, which stretched along the picturesque garden of the waterside pavilion, as if it was an ocean of clouds in the immortal realm. At dawn, the first rays of the morning sun shone through the hazy billows of mist that drifted far and wide, perfectly complementing its name—the "Cloud Recesses."
In such a tranquil place, one's heart would be like still water. Only the echoes of the bell tower could be heard vibrating through the air. Although it was incomparable to a holy temple, the cold mountains still send forth a lonesome air of Zen.
However, the ambience was suddenly shattered by a long wail, giving a few shudders down the backs of the disciples who were training or doing their morning readings. They couldn't help but to glance at the direction of the main entrance, where the sound came from.
Wei WuXian was crying in front of the entrance, clinging onto his donkey. Lan JingYi spoke, "Stop crying! You said that you liked HanGuang-Jun yourself, so what are you wailing for, now that he has taken you back?"
Wei WuXian pulled a long face.
He never had the chance to summon Wen Ning again, after the night at Dafan Mountain. Neither did he have any opportunities to find out why Wen Ning was unconscious or why he had appeared in this world again, before he was carried back by Lan WangJi.
When he was in his early youth, he had came to study at the Lan Sect for three months, along with the disciples of other clans, so he had experienced the GusuLan Sect's dull, boring atmosphere in person. In fact, he still shuddered at the thought of the three-thousand-or-so sect rules which crammed onto the Wall of Discipline. As he was tugged up the mountain, he passed by the rock wall again, and saw that a thousand more were carved on. Now, there were more than four thousand. Four thousand!
Lan JingYi spoke, "There, there! Stop making a ruckus. Noise is prohibited in the Cloud Recesses."
He was making loud noises exactly because he didn't want to enter the Cloud Recesses!
If he was dragged inside, it would be extremely difficult for him to come outside again. Back then, when he came to study, all of the disciples were given a jade token for passage. Only with the token, would a person be able to enter and leave freely, or else they couldn't pass through the protective barrier of the Cloud Recesses. After ten years had passed, the security could only have gotten stricter, instead of looser.
Lan WangJi stood still in front of the entrance, turning a deaf ear to him, and watched the scene with an indifferent look. When Wei WuXian's voice had somewhat quieted, he spoke, "Let him cry. When he becomes tired, drag him inside."
Wei WuXian hugged the donkey and cried even harder, bumping his head against it.
How misfortunate! He thought that with a whip from Zidian, all of his doubts would be cleared. At the moment, he felt satisfied with himself and, along with his mouthful of teasing words, he offhandedly gave Lan WangJi a few repulsive comments. Yet, who knew that Lan WangJi didn't follow the routine he had followed before? What was this all about? Was it possible that, after so many years, his level of cultivation had increased, but he became more intolerant?
Wei WuXian spoke, "I'm attracted to men, so with so many beautiful young men in your sect, I'm afraid that I won't be able to control myself."
Lan SiZhui tried to reason with him, "Young Master Mo, it was for your sake that HanGuang-Jun brought you here. If you do not follow us, Sect Leader Jiang will not be willing to let the matter go. During these years, there were countless people whom he caught and took back to Lotus Pier, and none of those people were ever let out."
Lan JingYi spoke, "That is right. You have seen Sect Leader Jiang's methods, have you not? They are quite cruel…" He paused here, remembering the rule that stated "talking behind other people's backs" was prohibited, and secretly glanced at Lan WangJi. Seeing that HanGuang-Jun didn't show any means to chastise him, he was bold enough as to mumble on, "It is all because of the unhealthy trend that the YiLing Patriarch started. There are so many people who copy him and cultivate that foolish method. With Sect Leader Jiang being so suspicious of everyone, is it even possible for him to catch all of them? Just look at you and your flute skills… Heh."
The heh told more words than what any sentences could describe. Wei WuXian felt like he really needed to defend himself, "Well, actually, you might not believe me, but I usually play the flute quite well…"
Before he finished his defense, a few white-clothed cultivators walked through the door.
Each person wore the Lan Sect's uniform, with flowing, plain robes as white as snow. The man standing in front was tall and slender. Hanging on his waist was a xiao made of white jade, aside from his sword. As Lan WangJi saw them, he slightly bowed his head to show respect, and the person did the same. He looked at Wei WuXian and smiled, "WangJi never brings guests home. This is?"
As the person stood in front of Lan WangJi, it was as if they were mirror images. However, the color of Lan WangJi's eyes was extremely light, as if they were tinted crystals, while his eyes were of a gentler, darker shade.
This was Lan Huan, the leader of the GusuLan Sect—ZeWu-Jun, Lan XiChen.
Each place brought up the same kind of people. The GusuLan Sect had always been known for nurturing a lot of handsome men, especially the two jades of the clan's current generation. Even though the two were not twins, they looked extremely similar to each other, which made it difficult to tell who was the superior one. Yet, although their appearances were similar, their personalities were not. Lan XiChen was gentle and benevolent, while Lan WangJi was overly aloof and stern, keeping everyone at an arm's length and being the opposite of amiable. This was why, in the list of the best-looking young masters in the cultivation world, the former ranked first, and the latter ranked second.
Lan XiChen proved himself worthy of being the leader of a sect. Even as he saw Wei WuXian embracing a donkey, he did not appear to be affected at all. Wei WuXian let go of the donkey with a beaming smile on his face and approached him. The GusuLan Sect placed a lot of regard on the order of seniority. If he talked nonsense to Lan XiChen, he would most definitely be chased off the Cloud Recesses. However, when he just got ready to show his capabilities, Lan WangJi looked at him. Immediately, his lips were sealed close.
Lan WangJi turned around and continued his polite conversation with Lan XiChen, "Brother, are you going to visit LianFang-Zun again?"
Lan XiChen nodded, "To negotiate about the next Discussion Conference at Jinlin Tower."
Wei WuXian was unable to open his mouth, so he sourly walked back to the donkey.
LianFang-Zun was the current leader of the LanlingJin Sect—Jin GuangYao, the only illegitimate son whom Jin GuangShan approved of. He was Jin Ling's youngest uncle, being half-blooded brothers with both Jin Ling's father, Jin ZiXuan, and Mo XuanYu. However, although they were both illegitimate sons, they were extremely different. While Mo XuanYu was in Mo Village, sleeping on the ground and eating leftovers, Jin GuangYao was sitting in the highest seat of the cultivation world, summoning the winds and controlling the rain. If he wanted to talk to Lan XiCheng or initiate a Discussion Conference, he could do so however he wanted to. Then again, no wonder the sect leaders of the Lan and Jin sects personally went along quite well—after all, they were sworn brothers.
Lan XiChen spoke, "Uncle has taken and examined what you brought back from Mo Village."
Hearing the words "Mo Village", Wei WuXian automatically started to pay attention. Unexpectedly, he felt his lips part. Lan XiChen had released his silence and spoke to Lan WangJi, "It is not often that you bring somebody home, being in such good spirits. You need to treat your guest with courtesy, unlike this."
Good spirits? Wei WuXian carefully looked at Lan WangJi's face.
How could he tell that he was in good spirits?!
After watching Lan XiChen leave, Lan WangJi spoke, "Drag him inside."
Then, Wei WuXian was, indeed, dragged into a place which he swore not to step inside again.
In the past, only distinguished cultivators had came to visit the Lan Sect, and never had anyone seen a guest like him before. The juniors all crowded around him, interested by this new turn of events. If not for the sect rules being so strict, there would definitely be bouts of laughter along the journey. Lan JingYi asked, "HanGuang-Jun, where should we drag him to?"
Lan WangJi replied, "The jingshi."
"… The jingshi?!"
Wei WuXian didn't know what was going on. The rest stared among themselves, afraid to make any sound.
It was HanGuang-Jun's bedroom and study, which he had never invited anyone inside…
The furniture in the jingshi was extremely simplistic, without any unnecessary belongings. On the accordion partition, there was a painting of drifting clouds, floating and morphing with its fine brushwork. A guqin table lay horizontally in front of it. On top of the three-legged incense stand in the corner, a hollowed out incense burner made of white jade emitted soft, lingering smoke, filling the whole room with the chilling scent of sandalwood.
Lan WangJi went to see his uncle to discuss serious matters, while Wei WuXian was pushed into the room. Right after Lan WangJi left, Wei WuXian also went outside. He strolled around the Cloud Recesses, and found that, as he had expected, without the jade token for passage, even if he climbed up the white walls of a few zhangs' height, he would be immediately flung off by the barrier, attracting the attentions of the nearby patrolmen at once.
Wei WuXian could only go back to the jingshi.
He never really worried about anything, no matter what he came across. He walked around the jingshi with his arms behind his back, firmly believing that, sooner or later, there would be a solution. The refreshing scent of the sandalwood was cold and clear. Although it wasn't sentimental, it had its own way of tugging one's heartstrings. With nothing to do, he started to think random thoughts, Lan Zhan happened to smell like this scent. His clothes were probably tinged with the fragrance when he was practicing his guqin or meditating here.
After these thoughts, he couldn't help but to shift closer to the incense stand at the corner. With this shift, he became aware that, beneath his foot, one piece of wood was significantly different from the other places. Wei WuXian bent down and started to knock here and there, due to curiosity. In his past life, he did a lot of digging pits, excavating graves, and finding holes in the ground. After a few moments, he turned a piece of board up.
Finding a secretive space in Lan WangJi's room was already more than enough to surprise Wei WuXian. However, after he saw what was hidden inside, he was even more surprised.
After flipping the wooden board open, a mellow aroma had filled the air, unnoticeable when it was mixed with the sandalwood scent. Seven or eight black jars were packed into a small, square cellar.
Sure enough, Lan WangJi had changed—he even started to hide liquor!
The Cloud Recesses prohibited liquor. Because of this, the first time they met, they had a small fight. Lan WangJi ended up spilling a jar of the "Emperor's Smile" which he brought back from the city of Gusu.
After he returned from Gusu to Yunmeng, Wei WuXian never had the chance to drink the "Emperor's Smile" made exclusively by Gusu's experts ever again. He had thought about this for his entire life, always telling himself to come back to taste it if he ever received the opportunity. But, the opportunity never came. Hidden in here was no other than the liquor—he didn't even need to open and taste it, and knew that it was an "Emperor's Smile" just by the smell of it. He would never have thought that he would find a liquor-hiding vault in the room of a person as scrupulous and abstinent as Lan WangJi's. Karma really outdid itself with this reincarnation.
As Wei WuXian exclaimed upon the matter, he finished one jar already. He had a high tolerance for alcohol and loved to drink. After he came to the conclusion that Lan WangJi still owed him a jar of Emperor's Smile and it was time to collect his interests, he drank another jar. When he was just starting to get tipsy, a thought suddenly passed his mind. How hard was it to get the jade token? In the Cloud Recesses, there was a cold spring with a lot of miraculous effects, for the male cultivators to use. It was said to be able to calm down one's heart, clear one's mind, quench one's fire, and so on. When he went into the cold spring, he was bound to take off his clothing. Then, with his clothing already off, there would be no where to put it aside from holding it in his mouth, which was definitely out of question.
Wei WuXian clapped his hands and finished the last gulp in the jar. After searching, he found that there were no places to throw it away, so he filled the empty jars with clear water and sealed the lids again, stuffing them back inside and closing the wooden board. With this done, he ventured out to find the jade token.
Although the Cloud Recesses had been burnt down before the "Sunshot Campaign" happened, the rebuilt structure of the area was the same. Wei WuXian walked through the winding paths from memory, and soon found the cold spring, situated at a quiet and obscure place.
The disciple on duty for watching over the cold spring was quite a distance away. The female cultivators were in another quarter of the Cloud Recesses and didn't come here to use it. Nobody in the Lan Sect did an impudent thing such as coming to the cold spring to watch others bathe, anyway. Therefore, the security wasn't strict at all and it was extremely easy to overcome, making it easy for Wei WuXian to go and shame himself. And, coincidentally, there was a set of white clothes on top of the white rocks behind the crisscrossed eupatorium grasses, meaning that someone had already came.
The set of white clothes was folded extremely neatly, almost making one's hair rise. It looked like a snow-white piece of tofu—even the forehead ribbon was folded without any creases. As Wei WuXian put his hand in and searched for the jade token of passage, he was almost reluctant to mess it up. Afterward, stepping over the bushes of eupatorium grasses, his gaze passed over the spring, and suddenly halted.
The water in the cold spring was freezing. Unlike a hot spring, there wasn't any vapour to shroud one's eyes, so it was possible to take a clear look at the upper half of the person in the spring who stood with his back to him.
The person in the spring was quite tall. His skin was fair and his hair was black, wet and gathered to one side. The lines which outlined his waist and back were smooth, graceful yet holding strength. In simpler terms, he was a beauty.
However, Wei WuXian was definitely not stunned and unable to avert his gaze because he was looking at a bathing beauty. No matter how beautiful he was, he wouldn't actually be attracted to men. Really, it was the things on the person's back that made him unable to avert his gaze.
There were dozens of intersecting scars.
They were the scars from a discipline whip. In the different sects, there was a type of discipline whip to punish disciples of that sect who made significant mistakes. After the torture, the scars would never disappear. Although Wei WuXian had never been hit by a discipline whip before, Jiang Cheng had been. Even after desperately trying, he couldn't make the disgracing imprint fade one bit. This was why Wei WuXian would never misremember scars like this.
Usually, with only one or two strikes of the discipline whip, it would already be enough of a punishment for the bearer to remember it for their whole life, never to make the same mistake ever again. The amount of scars on this person's back accumulated thirty at the least. Just what sort of monstrous crime did he commit for him to be whipped so many times? If it really was a monstrous crime, why didn't they kill him?
At the moment, the person in the spring turned around. Beneath his collarbone and near his heart, there was a clear sear. Seeing the sear, Wei WuXian's shock instantly reached its highest peak.

Translator's Notes
Cloud Recesses: The name of the Lan Sect's residence came from the last phrase of Jia Dao's poem. A very beautiful and accurate translation of this poem can be found here: http://chinesepoemsinenglish.blogspot.ca/2010/03/jia-dao-visiting-absent-hermit.html.
Morning readings: A common practice in China is for students to read out loud in their morning classes, because it makes them memorize the passages/teachings better.
Lotus Pier: The specifics of this place will be explained later. However, this name also came from a poem. It was the name of a poem by the famous poet—Wang Wei. I cannot find the translation of this poem online, but it doesn't matter too much, as this doesn't influence anything in the story.
Xiao: This is a vertical flute.
Lan Huan, ZeWu-Jun, Lan XiChen: Lan Huan is his birth name, Lan XiChen is his common name, and ZeWu-Jun is his "alternative name" or "hao" (but, in case anyone forgot, a hao is a name given by one to oneself).
Two jades: This term refers to two people who are especially good at something, on a generally equal level.
Summoning the winds and controlling the wind: There is nothing special to this proverb. It just means that he is very powerful and could do whatever he wanted to do.
Sworn brothers: The author of FoDC/GDC had stated that everyone in this book, apart from Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi, are straight. However, that does nothing to stop the fangirls from shipping practically every character with every other character. Feel free to ship Lan XiChen and Jin GuangYao, or any other characters you're interested in, whichever way you'd like to do so.
Jingshi: This literally translates into "quiet room". As there doesn't seem to be any appropriate terms for this in English, it is kept as pinyin.
Guqin: This is the term for the type of zither that Lan WangJi plays. In past chapters, it was referred to as a zither, but the guqin is one specific type of zither, so it has been changed.
Quench one's fire: Here, the exact term used is "quench one's evil fire". Wei WuXian may be referencing Chinese medicine, or he may be making an innuendo (which I happen to know because it is one of the most overused terms to describe the seme's desires in Chinese BL smut). Who knows?

As the grandmaster who founded the Demonic Sect, Wei WuXian roamed the world in his wanton ways, hated by millions for the chaos he created. In the end, he was backstabbed by his dearest shidi and killed by powerful clans that combined to overpower him. He incarnates into the body of a lunatic who was abandoned by his clan and is later, unwillingly, taken away by a famous cultivator among the clans—Lan WangJi, his archenemy. This marks the start of a thrilling yet hilarious journey of attacking monsters, solving mysteries, and raising children. From the mutual flirtation along the way, Wei WuXian slowly realizes that Lan WangJi, a seemingly haughty and indifferent poker-face, holds more feelings for Wei WuXian than he is letting on.

The residence of the Lan Sect was located in a remote mountain outside the city of Gusu.
Mist constantly enveloped the white walls and black roofs of the buildings, which stretched 
along the picturesque garden of the waterside pavilion, as if it was an ocean of clouds in the 
immortal realm. At dawn, the first rays of the morning sun shone through the hazy billows of 
mist that drifted far and wide, perfectly complementing its name—the "Cloud Recesses."In such a tranquil place, one's heart would be like still water. Only the echoes of the bell tower 
could be heard vibrating through the air. Although it was incomparable to a holy temple, the cold 
mountains still send forth a lonesome air of Zen.
However, the ambience was suddenly shattered by a long wail, giving a few shudders down the 
backs of the disciples who were training or doing their morning readings. They couldn't help 
but to glance at the direction of the main entrance, where the sound came from.
Wei WuXian was crying in front of the entrance, clinging onto his donkey. Lan JingYi spoke, 
"Stop crying! You said that you liked HanGuang-Jun yourself, so what are you wailing for, now 
that he has taken you back?"
Wei WuXian pulled a long face.
He never had the chance to summon Wen Ning again, after the night at Dafan Mountain. Neither 
did he have any opportunities to find out why Wen Ning was unconscious or why he had 
appeared in this world again, before he was carried back by Lan WangJi.
When he was in his early youth, he had came to study at the Lan Sect for three months, along 
with the disciples of other clans, so he had experienced the GusuLan Sect's dull, boring 
atmosphere in person. In fact, he still shuddered at the thought of the three-thousand-or-so sect 
rules which crammed onto the Wall of Discipline. As he was tugged up the mountain, he passed 
by the rock wall again, and saw that a thousand more were carved on. Now, there were more 
than four thousand. Four thousand!
Lan JingYi spoke, "There, there! Stop making a ruckus. Noise is prohibited in the Cloud 
Recesses."
He was making loud noises exactly because he didn't want to enter the Cloud Recesses!
If he was dragged inside, it would be extremely difficult for him to come outside again. Back 
then, when he came to study, all of the disciples were given a jade token for passage. Only with 
the token, would a person be able to enter and leave freely, or else they couldn't pass through the 
protective barrier of the Cloud Recesses. After ten years had passed, the security could only have 
gotten stricter, instead of looser.
Lan WangJi stood still in front of the entrance, turning a deaf ear to him, and watched the scene 
with an indifferent look. When Wei WuXian's voice had somewhat quieted, he spoke, "Let him 
cry. When he becomes tired, drag him inside." Wei WuXian hugged the donkey and cried even harder, bumping his head against it. 
How misfortunate! He thought that with a whip from Zidian, all of his doubts would be cleared. 
At the moment, he felt satisfied with himself and, along with his mouthful of teasing words, he 
offhandedly gave Lan WangJi a few repulsive comments. Yet, who knew that Lan WangJi didn't 
follow the routine he had followed before? What was this all about? Was it possible that, after so 
many years, his level of cultivation had increased, but he became more intolerant?
Wei WuXian spoke, "I'm attracted to men, so with so many beautiful young men in your sect, 
I'm afraid that I won't be able to control myself."
Lan SiZhui tried to reason with him, "Young Master Mo, it was for your sake that HanGuang-
Jun brought you here. If you do not follow us, Sect Leader Jiang will not be willing to let the 
matter go. During these years, there were countless people whom he caught and took back to 
Lotus Pier, and none of those people were ever let out."
Lan JingYi spoke, "That is right. You have seen Sect Leader Jiang's methods, have you not? 
They are quite cruel…" He paused here, remembering the rule that stated "talking behind other 
people's backs" was prohibited, and secretly glanced at Lan WangJi. Seeing that HanGuang-Jun 
didn't show any means to chastise him, he was bold enough as to mumble on, "It is all because 
of the unhealthy trend that the YiLing Patriarch started. There are so many people who copy him 
and cultivate that foolish method. With Sect Leader Jiang being so suspicious of everyone, is it 
even possible for him to catch all of them? Just look at you and your flute skills… Heh."
The heh told more words than what any sentences could describe. Wei WuXian felt like he really 
needed to defend himself, "Well, actually, you might not believe me, but I usually play the flute 
quite well…"
Before he finished his defense, a few white-clothed cultivators walked through the door.
Each person wore the Lan Sect's uniform, with flowing, plain robes as white as snow. The man 
standing in front was tall and slender. Hanging on his waist was a xiao made of white jade, aside 
from his sword. As Lan WangJi saw them, he slightly bowed his head to show respect, and the 
person did the same. He looked at Wei WuXian and smiled, "WangJi never brings guests home. 
This is?"
As the person stood in front of Lan WangJi, it was as if they were mirror images. However, the 
color of Lan WangJi's eyes was extremely light, as if they were tinted crystals, while his eyes 
were of a gentler, darker shade. This was Lan Huan, the leader of the GusuLan Sect—ZeWu-Jun, Lan XiChen. 
Each place brought up the same kind of people. The GusuLan Sect had always been known for 
nurturing a lot of handsome men, especially the two jades of the clan's current generation. Even 
though the two were not twins, they looked extremely similar to each other, which made it 
difficult to tell who was the superior one. Yet, although their appearances were similar, their 
personalities were not. Lan XiChen was gentle and benevolent, while Lan WangJi was overly 
aloof and stern, keeping everyone at an arm's length and being the opposite of amiable. This was 
why, in the list of the best-looking young masters in the cultivation world, the former ranked 
first, and the latter ranked second.
Lan XiChen proved himself worthy of being the leader of a sect. Even as he saw Wei WuXian 
embracing a donkey, he did not appear to be affected at all. Wei WuXian let go of the donkey 
with a beaming smile on his face and approached him. The GusuLan Sect placed a lot of regard 
on the order of seniority. If he talked nonsense to Lan XiChen, he would most definitely be 
chased off the Cloud Recesses. However, when he just got ready to show his capabilities, Lan 
WangJi looked at him. Immediately, his lips were sealed close.
Lan WangJi turned around and continued his polite conversation with Lan XiChen, "Brother, are 
you going to visit LianFang-Zun again?"
Lan XiChen nodded, "To negotiate about the next Discussion Conference at Jinlin Tower."
Wei WuXian was unable to open his mouth, so he sourly walked back to the donkey.
LianFang-Zun was the current leader of the LanlingJin Sect—Jin GuangYao, the only 
illegitimate son whom Jin GuangShan approved of. He was Jin Ling's youngest uncle, being 
half-blooded brothers with both Jin Ling's father, Jin ZiXuan, and Mo XuanYu. However, 
although they were both illegitimate sons, they were extremely different. While Mo XuanYu was 
in Mo Village, sleeping on the ground and eating leftovers, Jin GuangYao was sitting in the 
highest seat of the cultivation world, summoning the winds and controlling the rain. If he 
wanted to talk to Lan XiCheng or initiate a Discussion Conference, he could do so however he 
wanted to. Then again, no wonder the sect leaders of the Lan and Jin sects personally went along 
quite well—after all, they were sworn brothers.
Lan XiChen spoke, "Uncle has taken and examined what you brought back from Mo Village."
Hearing the words "Mo Village", Wei WuXian automatically started to pay attention. 
Unexpectedly, he felt his lips part. Lan XiChen had released his silence and spoke to Lan WangJi, "It is not often that you bring somebody home, being in such good spirits. You need to 
treat your guest with courtesy, unlike this."
Good spirits? Wei WuXian carefully looked at Lan WangJi's face.
How could he tell that he was in good spirits?!
After watching Lan XiChen leave, Lan WangJi spoke, "Drag him inside."
Then, Wei WuXian was, indeed, dragged into a place which he swore not to step inside again.
In the past, only distinguished cultivators had came to visit the Lan Sect, and never had anyone 
seen a guest like him before. The juniors all crowded around him, interested by this new turn of 
events. If not for the sect rules being so strict, there would definitely be bouts of laughter along 
the journey. Lan JingYi asked, "HanGuang-Jun, where should we drag him to?"
Lan WangJi replied, "The jingshi."
"... The jingshi?!"
Wei WuXian didn't know what was going on. The rest stared among themselves, afraid to make 
any sound.
It was HanGuang-Jun's bedroom and study, which he had never invited anyone inside…
The furniture in the jingshi was extremely simplistic, without any unnecessary belongings. On 
the accordion partition, there was a painting of drifting clouds, floating and morphing with its 
fine brushwork. A guqin table lay horizontally in front of it. On top of the three-legged incense 
stand in the corner, a hollowed out incense burner made of white jade emitted soft, lingering 
smoke, filling the whole room with the chilling scent of sandalwood.
Lan WangJi went to see his uncle to discuss serious matters, while Wei WuXian was pushed into 
the room. Right after Lan WangJi left, Wei WuXian also went outside. He strolled around the 
Cloud Recesses, and found that, as he had expected, without the jade token for passage, even if 
he climbed up the white walls of a few zhangs' height, he would be immediately flung off by the 
barrier, attracting the attentions of the nearby patrolmen at once.
Wei WuXian could only go back to the jingshi. He never really worried about anything, no matter what he came across. He walked around the 
jingshi with his arms behind his back, firmly believing that, sooner or later, there would be a 
solution. The refreshing scent of the sandalwood was cold and clear. Although it wasn't 
sentimental, it had its own way of tugging one's heartstrings. With nothing to do, he started to 
think random thoughts, Lan Zhan happened to smell like this scent. His clothes were probably 
tinged with the fragrance when he was practicing his guqin or meditating here.
After these thoughts, he couldn't help but to shift closer to the incense stand at the corner. With 
this shift, he became aware that, beneath his foot, one piece of wood was significantly different 
from the other places. Wei WuXian bent down and started to knock here and there, due to 
curiosity. In his past life, he did a lot of digging pits, excavating graves, and finding holes in the 
ground. After a few moments, he turned a piece of board up.
Finding a secretive space in Lan WangJi's room was already more than enough to surprise Wei 
WuXian. However, after he saw what was hidden inside, he was even more surprised.
After flipping the wooden board open, a mellow aroma had filled the air, unnoticeable when it 
was mixed with the sandalwood scent. Seven or eight black jars were packed into a small, square 
cellar.
Sure enough, Lan WangJi had changed—he even started to hide liquor!
The Cloud Recesses prohibited liquor. Because of this, the first time they met, they had a small 
fight. Lan WangJi ended up spilling a jar of the "Emperor's Smile" which he brought back from 
the city of Gusu.
After he returned from Gusu to Yunmeng, Wei WuXian never had the chance to drink the 
"Emperor's Smile" made exclusively by Gusu's experts ever again. He had thought about this 
for his entire life, always telling himself to come back to taste it if he ever received the 
opportunity. But, the opportunity never came. Hidden in here was no other than the liquor—he 
didn't even need to open and taste it, and knew that it was an "Emperor's Smile" just by the 
smell of it. He would never have thought that he would find a liquor-hiding vault in the room of 
a person as scrupulous and abstinent as Lan WangJi's. Karma really outdid itself with this 
reincarnation.
As Wei WuXian exclaimed upon the matter, he finished one jar already. He had a high tolerance 
for alcohol and loved to drink. After he came to the conclusion that Lan WangJi still owed him a 
jar of Emperor's Smile and it was time to collect his interests, he drank another jar. When he was 
just starting to get tipsy, a thought suddenly passed his mind. How hard was it to get the jade 
token? In the Cloud Recesses, there was a cold spring with a lot of miraculous effects, for the male cultivators to use. It was said to be able to calm down one's heart, clear one's mind, 
quench one's fire, and so on. When he went into the cold spring, he was bound to take off his 
clothing. Then, with his clothing already off, there would be no where to put it aside from 
holding it in his mouth, which was definitely out of question.
Wei WuXian clapped his hands and finished the last gulp in the jar. After searching, he found 
that there were no places to throw it away, so he filled the empty jars with clear water and sealed 
the lids again, stuffing them back inside and closing the wooden board. With this done, he 
ventured out to find the jade token.
Although the Cloud Recesses had been burnt down before the "Sunshot Campaign" happened, 
the rebuilt structure of the area was the same. Wei WuXian walked through the winding paths 
from memory, and soon found the cold spring, situated at a quiet and obscure place.
The disciple on duty for watching over the cold spring was quite a distance away. The female 
cultivators were in another quarter of the Cloud Recesses and didn't come here to use it. Nobody 
in the Lan Sect did an impudent thing such as coming to the cold spring to watch others bathe, 
anyway. Therefore, the security wasn't strict at all and it was extremely easy to overcome, 
making it easy for Wei WuXian to go and shame himself. And, coincidentally, there was a set of 
white clothes on top of the white rocks behind the crisscrossed eupatorium grasses, meaning that 
someone had already came.
The set of white clothes was folded extremely neatly, almost making one's hair rise. It looked 
like a snow-white piece of tofu—even the forehead ribbon was folded without any creases. As 
Wei WuXian put his hand in and searched for the jade token of passage, he was almost reluctant 
to mess it up. Afterward, stepping over the bushes of eupatorium grasses, his gaze passed over 
the spring, and suddenly halted.
The water in the cold spring was freezing. Unlike a hot spring, there wasn't any vapour to shroud 
one's eyes, so it was possible to take a clear look at the upper half of the person in the spring 
who stood with his back to him.
The person in the spring was quite tall. His skin was fair and his hair was black, wet and 
gathered to one side. The lines which outlined his waist and back were smooth, graceful yet 
holding strength. In simpler terms, he was a beauty.
However, Wei WuXian was definitely not stunned and unable to avert his gaze because he was 
looking at a bathing beauty. No matter how beautiful he was, he wouldn't actually be attracted to 
men. Really, it was the things on the person's back that made him unable to avert his gaze. There were dozens of intersecting scars.
They were the scars from a discipline whip. In the different sects, there was a type of discipline 
whip to punish disciples of that sect who made significant mistakes. After the torture, the scars 
would never disappear. Although Wei WuXian had never been hit by a discipline whip before, 
Jiang Cheng had been. Even after desperately trying, he couldn't make the disgracing imprint 
fade one bit. This was why Wei WuXian would never misremember scars like this.
Usually, with only one or two strikes of the discipline whip, it would already be enough of a 
punishment for the bearer to remember it for their whole life, never to make the same mistake 
ever again. The amount of scars on this person's back accumulated thirty at the least. Just what 
sort of monstrous crime did he commit for him to be whipped so many times? If it really was a 
monstrous crime, why didn't they kill him?
At the moment, the person in the spring turned around. Beneath his collarbone and near his heart, 
there was a clear sear. Seeing the sear, Wei WuXian's shock instantly reached its highest peak.
reference to context
Cloud Recesses: The name of the Lan Sect's residence came from the last phrase of Jia Dao's 
poem. A very beautiful and accurate translation of this poem can be found here: 
http://chinesepoemsinenglish.blogspot.ca/2010/03/jia-dao-visiting-absent-hermit.html.
Morning readings: A common practice in China is for students to read out loud in their morning 
classes, because it makes them memorize the passages/teachings better. 
Lotus Pier: The specifics of this place will be explained later. However, this name also came 
from a poem. It was the name of a poem by the famous poet—Wang Wei. I cannot find the 
translation of this poem online, but it doesn't matter too much, as this doesn't influence anything 
in the story.
Xiao: This is a vertical flute.
Lan Huan, ZeWu-Jun, Lan XiChen: Lan Huan is his birth name, Lan XiChen is his common 
name, and ZeWu-Jun is his "alternative name" or "hao" (but, in case anyone forgot, a hao is a 
name given by one to oneself).
Two jades: This term refers to two people who are especially good at something, on a generally 
equal level.
Summoning the winds and controlling the wind: There is nothing special to this proverb. It 
just means that he is very powerful and could do whatever he wanted to do.
Sworn brothers: The author of FoDC/GDC had stated that everyone in this book, apart from 
Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi, are straight. However, that does nothing to stop the fangirls from 
shipping practically every character with every other character. Feel free to ship Lan XiChen and 
Jin GuangYao, or any other characters you're interested in, whichever way you'd like to do so. 
Jingshi: This literally translates into "quiet room". As there doesn't seem to be any appropriate 
terms for this in English, it is kept as pinyin.
Guqin: This is the term for the type of zither that Lan WangJi plays. In past chapters, it was 
referred to as a zither, but the guqin is one specific type of zither, so it has been changed.
Quench one's fire: Here, the exact term used is "quench one's evil fire". Wei WuXian may be 
referencing Chinese medicine, or he may be making an innuendo (which I happen to know 
because it is one of the most overused terms to describe the seme's desires in Chinese BL smut). 
Who knows?

Apricot Flower Forest.
　　 The Sumi fairy gate, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly shone with a burst of light, and a chaos emerged in the gate.
　　 In the chaos, three figures slowly walked out.
The person headed by 　　 is young and handsome, handsome, with eyes as deep as stars.
　　 There was a man and a woman in the rear. Although the woman was young, she was slim, frosty and frosty, and she was far away.
　　 men are not yet juvenile and childish, but they also have some outstanding temperament, and they look rich in wisdom.
　　 "It's finally out!!"
　　 After Li Zeyang walked out of the Xumi Immortal Gate, he couldn't help sucking in the air.
what! The outside world, even the air is sweet!
　　 "Why, I wronged you in the mountain gate?" Yan Chu asked, squinting.
　　 "Uh... it's not no, the mountain gate is full of aura, and the environment is countless times better than outside!" Li Zeyang quickly defended.
　　 Mu Qingqian did not speak, but still admired the scenery in the apricot blossom forest. Although she was very used to life in the mountain gate, the inside of the mountain gate was too refined and uncivilized, as if she was dreaming.
 　　 Now that he has left the mountain gate, he seems to have returned to reality.
　　 Yan Chu rolled over and rode on his horse, and said to Li Zeyang and the other two: "Go faster, and arrive in Yongan City before dark."
　　 "Yes!" The two got on the horse quickly.
After half a month, the apricot blossoms in the apricot blossom forest have withered a lot. Perhaps it was just after the rain in the morning, and the red and white petals were spread all the way. The horse's hooves stepped on it and it was not more than half. There was a faint dampness in the air, as if mixed with the fragrance of flowers.
　　 Li Zeyang felt very happy, and couldn't help saying: "Master, the disciple has this beautiful scenery, and he feels a lot of poetry, can you chant a poem?"
　　 "Yin." Yan Chu glanced at Li Zeyang, and thought to himself: Please start your performance.
　　 "Apricot blossoms contain dew and fragrant snow, the flowers fade away and the red and green apricots are small, the white cranes are dancing in the forest, the leaves are still red in the forest... Master, how do I write this poem?" Li Zeyang said triumphantly.
That's it? ?
　　The rhetoric is piled up and it shows off its literary talent. If Yan Chu is asked to rate this poem, it will be 50 points at most.
　　 After listening to it, Mu Qingqian nodded thoughtfully, apparently quite satisfied with Li Zeyang's poem.
 　　 Yan Chu couldn't bear to hit Li Zeyang, so he said:
"Okay."
"It's okay?" Li Zeyang was not convinced, "Master, this poem even the master and sister feels good after listening to it. Your vision is too high. Maybe the disciple has a chance to become a poetry fairy. I will give you all The suppression is gone."
　　 "Oh, you are still a poetry immortal, I don't judge you, because I am afraid that it will hurt you too much." Yan Chu smiled.
　　 Mu Qingqian saw Yan Chu's dignified head, but he could still fight against his disciples, so he said, "Why not write a poem as well as the head?"
　　 "Don't say a single song, I can write a few of them at will, I will convince you!"
　　 Yan Chu lowered his head for a moment, then blurted out directly:
　　 "There is rain during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. If you ask where the restaurant is, Lu nursery rhyme refers to Xinghua Village!
　　 As soon as this poem came out, Li Zeyang's eyes widened.
　　 He thought his poem was pretty good, but compared with Yan Chu's casual poem, he was not as good as a fart!
　　 Mu Qingqian also has a stunning color in his eyes.
　　 I didn't expect that the leader is not only strong, but also quite literary, and his export is a chapter!
 　　 Yan Chu didn't think too much, and continued to say:
　　"Gushan Temple is in the north and west of Jiating, the water surface is flat and the clouds are low.
　　 A few early warblers compete for the warmth of the tree, and the new bird pecks the spring mud.
　　 Chaotic flowers gradually become attractive, so Asakusa can have no horseshoes.
　　 My favorite lake is not enough to go east, and there is a white sand **** in the green Yang Yin. "
　　Good poem! !
　　 Li Zeyang was about to dismount and kneel down to Yan Chu, thinking of his self-confidence just now, and now he only feels his face is hot and uncomfortable.
　　"The light rain on the streets of the sky is as smooth as crisp, but the grass is not close to me.
　　 is the most benefit of the spring of the year. "
　　 "Head! Don't read it!" Li Zeyang suddenly shouted.
　　 Yan Chu asked with a puzzled look: "What's the matter, the poem in this seat is not good?"
　　 "It's not impossible, it's great!" Li Zeyang said bitterly, "Compared with you, the disciple is almost the same as the illiterate. If the leader continues to read, the disciple is afraid that he will have a heart demon, and he will not dare to dance in his life."
　　 Yan Chu had no reaction on the surface, but he was already laughing in his heart.
　　 Ha ha, people in another world, how can my Chinese poems be comparable to you? Just take out a few of the 300 Tang poems and you can become your eternal famous line!
 　　 Mu Qingqian also admired: "If the headmaster goes to the Black and White Academy and Nandou Pavilion to chant poems, I don't know how many literary talents will blush and exit."
　　 "Qing Qian, you are wrong about this." Yan Chu said with a serious face.
　　 "What's wrong?"
　　 "To deal with those guys, I don't need to chant poems, I just stand there, and I can defeat them with my face!" Yan Chu said smugly.
Mu Qingqian was stunned, and nodded thoughtfully: "Indeed, with the master's cultivation base, even if you don't do anything, you can defeat the group of guys~www.mtlnovel.com~ The three of them are already riding horses. Son, walked out of the apricot blossom forest.
　　 In the grass outside the apricot blossom forest, the right protector, who was already sleepy, suddenly became energetic!
　　 He quickly awakened Qi Jun who was asleep beside him, and said in surprise:
　　 "Elder Qi Jun, Yan Chu's servant has appeared!"
　　 Qi Jun opened his eyes in a daze. He wanted to sleep for a while, but after hearing the name Yan Chu, he suddenly woke up!
　　 "Yan Chu appeared?! Where is he?" Qi Jun asked.
　　 "Just ahead, just out of the apricot blossom forest, there are two disciples walking with him, it seems they should be Yongan City Lord Qianjin Muqingqian and Li Zeyang, the son of Li Fugui!"
 　　 "Okay! It's just heaven helping me!!"
　　 Qi Jun was very happy: "Before, outside of the big pine forest, he accompanied too many disciples. We cannot guarantee that there will be no fish slipping through the net, but now there are only three of them, and it can be said that we have caught it!"
　　 Right protector was still a little worried: "But, Yan Chu holds a magic weapon, what if we are not his opponent?"
"Haha, you forgot, did Yan Chu kill Liu Guangshan of Tianwu Pavilion and the Supreme Elder?" Qi Jun sneered, "I already passed the news to the head of Tianwu Pavilion half a month ago, and the head of Tianwu Pavilion was furious. Now that he knows that Yan Chu is coming out of the mountain, he will definitely come to trouble him personally, then we will..."
　　 Right Guardian suddenly understood, couldn't help but smile:
　　 "As expected to be Elder Qi, this trick of mantis catching cicada and oriole is really convinced!"
　　 Qi Jun stared at the trio of Yan Chu who were talking and laughing, a haze appeared on his face:
　　 "Yan Chu, this time I don't think you will die!"

"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!  

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