A poem about a nightmare that only brings dark thoughts.

Wang Rich came from a very wealthy family. He liked making friends while posing himself as a culture lover. He also liked to show off some of his ordinary poems. At times, he could come up with a few relatively good ones.
After finding out that Brother Muzhi was also a poetry lover, he couldn't wait to show off a little bit.
"That's a good proposal, Brother Wang!"
"I can't agree any more."
They all nodded.
Lu Changsheng simply glanced at Liu Qingfeng.
In fact, Lu Changsheng didn't really hate these kinds of things. But he just really wanted to avoid triggering another unusual phenomenon.
Fortunately, he had the Pagoda of Heaven and Earth with him, it could suppress most of the unusual phenomena from appearing.
"We can give Brother Muzhi some time first. Why don't we read Brother Wang's poem to start off?"
Zhou Haijie suggested this, he knew that improvisation was always difficult.
Lu Changsheng nodded.
Wang Rich immediately cleared his throat and was ready to recite his poem. "Alright, please forgive my incompetence."
He got up and slowly spoke, "A red boat is touring Jingling!"
"The fish are accompanying the boat!"
"It's just like you and me and him!"
"It's fate that we gather!"
Wang Rich's recital was very affectionate.
The last sentence was especially filled with deep emotions.
"That's nice!"
"Good! What a beautiful poem!"
"Brother Wang, you're so talented! It's so good!"
They were all filled with praise for him.
However, Lu Changsheng didn't know what they were talking about.
How could this thing be called a poem?
And they were even giving this thing such a high evaluation? Are you serious?
He didn't know whether this was because of money or just that they had really bad taste.
This kind of rubbish poetry neither had rhymes nor rhythm, the wording was also extremely poor.
He looked at Liu Qingfeng, the latter was slightly nodding. Although Liu Qingfeng didn't make any comments, it seemed that this poem wasn't too bad in his eyes.
At this moment, Lu Changsheng started to feel desperate.
They were a bunch of illiterates!
"In Brother Wang's poem, every single word is filled with emotion. The first sentence describes the real scene and lays a good foundation for the following line. Fate is the essence of the poem."
Zhou Haijie was indeed such a good flatterer.
Zhang Peng also nodded and said, "The last sentence is an amazing finishing touch. Indeed, it is fate that made us gather here together.
Everyone kept nodding.
"Are you ready, Brother Lu?" Zhou Haijie asked Lu Changsheng curiously.
Lu Changsheng slowly stood up. He was pondering about which one to pick, but now, he felt no pressure at all.
"Black clouds—spilled ink half blotting out the hills;"
"Pale rain—bouncing beads that splatter in the boat."
"Land-rolling wind comes, blasts and scatters them:"
"Below Lake Watch Tower, water like sky."
Lu Changsheng slowly recited the poem.
He was rather calm, this was because the poem was written by one of the most well-known poets, Su Shi.
However, after Lu Changsheng finished the last line.
The audience slightly frowned. 
Zhou Haijie started to comment, "This poem isn't bad. The black clouds are like spilled ink and raindrops are like falling beads. Then the wind sweeps over and scatters all of the clouds. In the last sentence, it means that the rain stopped and the waves calmed down. Upon leaning against the rails of the tall tower, the poet saw that the sky was so crystal clear and the lake was so clean and beautiful.
"However, this poem isn't appropriate for the current occasion."
Zhou Haijie wasn't totally illiterate, he could understand the poem.
However, in his eyes, this poem failed to reflect the current scene.
The rest of them all nodded.
Although this poem was extremely beautiful, they failed to share the mood right now. Therefore, it felt like something was missing.
"Why is that so?" Lu Changsheng put on a gorgeous smile.
Zhou Haijie answered, "It's such a good day today. We see neither black clouds nor rain."
This was extremely obvious.
Lu Changsheng then smiled, he slowly walked to the front end of the boat.
He reached out his hand and said, "Here comes the rain."
With the last word, at this very moment,
Pitter-patter!
Pitter-patter!
Ripples suddenly appeared on the calm surface of the lake.
Very soon after, heavy rain fell. Countless water beads bounced all over the river.
Between the mountains and the hills, mist filled the air.
The black clouds were as dark as ink, but they hadn't covered all the mountains.
In the red boat, they watched this scene in amazement.
This… This was unbelievably remarkable.
They couldn't believe their eyes.
From a distance, at the front end of the boat, Lu Changsheng, while dressed in white, looked exactly like an immortal. He stood with his back towards them, staring at the pouring rain and the mountains embraced by the soft mist.
"I've never seen such a gorgeous man in this world," one of the ladies murmured. Her eyes couldn't move away from Lu Changsheng back.
The males in the boat were suddenly attacked by a sense of inferiority.
While staring at the downpour, Lu Changsheng's heart felt somehow touched.
He saw passersby on the bridge taking out umbrellas, he then heard the corner of his robe whistle.
Standing with his hands behind his back, Lu Changsheng slowly opened his mouth, "My leaflike boat braves the perilous waves. I've slept through Southern rain and smoke. My eyes are filled with green mountains when awake; I come back, shaking water off my green straw cloak.
"Spring rain submerged the bridge and people cannot cross; Out of the green shadow came a small boat.
"In spring, the water is bluer than the sky; In a painted boat listening to the rain they lie.
"Raindrops fell on red flowers; Green smoke entangled fine willow branches."
Lu Changsheng spoke out a poem.
Suddenly, vague pictures appeared in the mist.
In the pictures were boats and figures.
A fisherman fell asleep in his small boat in the waves, and when he woke up, he was already among the endless green mountains. After shaking off the water on his green straw coat, he was ready to go back home.
In spring, the water was even clearer than the sky. A man slowly fell asleep in his boat, listening to the rain. What a beautiful scene that was!
The passersby all saw the pictures in the air. They were utterly amazed.
Lu Changsheng smiled.
This smile could easily make all the struggles one had vanish into the air.
The people in the red boat joined Lu Changsheng to enjoy such a beautiful moment together.
"This is so beautiful, In spring, the water is bluer than the sky. Amazing! Brother Lu, you have immeasurable talent!" 
Li Yue sincerely appreciated the beauty of the lines, and bowed to Lu Changsheng.
"Although there is no willow around, your lines have planted willows in my heart, Brother Lu."  Zhou Haijie sighed emotionally.
They were lost in this beautiful scene and amazing poetry.
At this time, the sky suddenly cleared up.
The lake was clear and the sky was blue.
The rain came and went so quickly.
The beautiful and sunny day had come back.
While enjoying this beautiful scene, Lu Changsheng couldn't help but ask himself, "Changsheng, why are you so handsome?"


Lu Changsheng is depressed.
In this world full of cultivators and immortals, because of his face and irresistible fine bearing as a protagonist, women fall in love with him within three seconds. Unusual heavenly phenomena occur to celebrate his breakthroughs. His literary talent can easily shock all scholars and his random citations are eulogized by the heaven and earth. Legendary beasts offer themselves as mounts, celestial treasures throw themselves into his pockets. 
However, there is one thing he does not understand.
He's the main character, the protagonist, the MC! Why does his cultivation suck?
Also known as "Super Ultra Ordinary and Average Eldest Senior Brother," "Why Am I Still the MC Even When I Suck at Cultivation," "My Good-looking Face But Hopeless Cultivation."

As Dimi woke up from his deep slumber he glanced around. He lay still in the center of the first floor with the corpses of his men littered around him. Next to him lay the Infernal who had chosen death. However, the tower no longer hummed with life, nor did it leave this realm. It had not revived his men and a tear fell down his cheek while he looked down at them. They had served the master well, though it seems their time had finally come. The tower could no longer bring them back. He would take the time to entomb them here with the master that they had served faithfully for centuries. It wouldn't be a trouble finding the stone to form the coffins, there was an abundance left on the higher floors.
He moved the stones in a cart to a workbench he hadn't used in hundreds of years. He had once used it to carve the Coffin for the master. He had been created with a talent for creating, the master wished to have a beautiful tower but did not want to do it alone. These coffins would would not be as nice as the master's, but they would do the job. For the time they served he carved their stories. Each one personalized with their number assigned them.
'Have these stones gotten lighter, or... am I that much stronger than the start...' Dimi made short work of the stone and quickly got his comrades placed inside. He lined the first floor with them with their heads against the wall. In the center he placed a stone tablet inscribed with a poem speaking of their sacrifice that he had heard the master say once.
For love is lost,
where the night is dark,
and the sea meets the soul,
For love is lost,
when the day is dim,
and the mountain crumbles,
For love is lost,
when Morta comes,
and Gaia leaves the world.

It was inscribed in the original tongue, and that is what the master had spoken it in. He had never studied the poem but he felt that it fit so he had chosen it to immortalize them. He knelt in front of the monument to honor his comrades.
'You who have sacrificed all, though you be mere automatons, rest peacefully for all eternity.'

He could feel a pull towards The Master's resting place and so he began his slow march down. The journey was long, but he was used to the long trips through the tower. He had lived there for centuries and knew every nook and cranny, there was only one place he had never been to... The Treasure room. At the base of the stairs a long corridor ran, ending in what appeared to be a dead end. However, he could see the faint shine of the runes that had been engraved there, something the master had mentioned high tier mages could do.  Placing his hand in the center and swiping down, the wall reverted to a door and opened.
Inside it was dark, the core at the ceiling had dimmed considerably, the power drain from entering this world must have been immense.
"My child..."
"Master? You are still alive even with this low power?"

"I have used the last of our power to grant you my inheritance. All those who lie defeated before you will increase your power. You shall become a demon amongst Infernals. Take what is in the treasure room and bring it to He Who Eclipses All Else. You will also find a ring in there, wear it and you will be able to traverse realms so that you may one day find him." The master grew silent, and the light dimmed until it was barely visible.
Dimi gazed down at the master one more time before he left, heading to where he knew the treasure room was. It had been built at the very center of the floor directly above the master's resting place. It was the one place he had been forbidden from going. However, that restriction was now lifted so he made his way there. This floor had always seemed too small compared to the rest, but there was a door at the far end of the room. This door was the end of where he could go, he had never seen the other side. Today was different, so he went and opened the door.
Behind the door was a vast open space, spanning the entirety of the floor. There were only two items in the room placed on pedestals at the center. Around the walls were banners of all manner, one for every realm that they had discovered. The items on the pedestals were a fruit, and a ring. The fruit was a pale white with red flesh that seemed to almost pulse beneath the skin. The ring was a simple band of silver with a small white speckled purple gem at the top. Dimi took the ring and examined it for a moment before slipping it onto his finger. He could feel the power in it and knew how to use it. The ring seemed to want him to use it, urging him onwards. The fruit he took and placed in a small pouch he kept at his side. In his hands it felt warm and soothing, asking to be kept close.
Having taken the items he turned and left the room, he would leave the tower behind today, he would never return. When he found whoever the master had sent him after he wondered if he would get to see the master again... just maybe. At the top of the tower he looked out at the world once again. The barren world with no life. It was empty, and sad. But the pressure was gone, and the portals had closed, perhaps it would survive yet. Turning he looked towards the center and held up his hand.
"Musulumo" (open)

at the center of the room a doorway appeared, and he stepped through. On the other side was a maze of paths made of a shimmering blue crystal linking many doorways to each other. Each doorway connecting to a realm bubble behind it. He marked the realm he came from with a bit of blood. He could feel the residual magic in this place and knew it was the void, though the magic here was almost lower than most of the realms he would be able to survive here without many resources. He looked around, and picked a direction, marking the direction he was going so he would not get lost.

Ancient kings built grand dungeons and towers designed to house their wealth and power. Once every decade they come into a realm and are invaded by the inhabitants who kill and loot indiscriminately. Follow as Dimi defends his dungeon to the last.

Originally, the various scholars all came over to Smoky Thea in order to achieve some sort of fame for themselves and get some background. Another reason was that they were unsatisfied with the tag of ‘number one scholar under heaven’ that was given to XiMen Qing. If they attended this meeting and managed to stump him, would that not be a reputable matter?
But no one expected that after only a mere few minutes since the event began, the number one scholar XiMen Qing had actually been beaten until he looked like a dog with its tail between its legs. While this was heartening to all the audience on the scene, it also proved the prowess of the other ‘talented scholar’, Ling Tian! However, composing poems could be considered the forte of most of those present, and all of them immediately started to mentally compose drafts. Some of them even began to try and recall all their best works, secretly seeking for one that would suit the occasion today.
Looking at the group of eager people rolling up their sleeves and getting ready to do battle, the judges couldn't help but secretly sigh to themselves, knowing that this bunch of kids would definitely receive a heavy blow once again! Wasn’t the knowledge of pairing couplets the fundamental to composing poetry? To be able to immediately produce such an unconditional match, and even a few at one go, how could his poetry composition be inferior to others?
The judges unanimously pinned their attention and hope onto Ling Tian, fervently hoping for him to once again come out with a poem that would be universally appreciated! Not strangely, they were not too concerned about who would be the winner of this literary meet.
A hubbub of laughter and conversation suddenly sounded, as a strong fragrance of wine drifted over. The crowd subconsciously frowned in displeasure, and turning to the source of the fragrance, they saw Third Master Yu acting like the king of a country seated in the host's seat, with five other scholarly-dressed and refined looking gentlemen, all slouching in their seats! There was even a kid that looked like he was fourteen or fifteen, holding a wine cup and fighting with Third Master Yu! Their voices were raucous and piercing to the ear.
"Third Master Yu!" While others might not have dared to say anything, Mister Qin was definitely not the sort, "We’re having a scholarly meet now, could you lower your voice? Should I ask Tower Master Gu to get you a table outside instead?"
Yu ManTian glared at him, "What scholarly meet? I heard my big brother say that Mister Qin is a capable person, but even so, you can’t judge a person by its cover! This Yu ManTian here is also a learned man, and my Yu Family is also a family with a literary reputation! How could you ask me to keep quiet just like that? Do you think that I wouldn’t be able to compose a poem as well? You’re looking down on me too much!
"To think that even you can compose poems!" An airy and ephemeral voice traveled over. This voice was dreamy and indistinct, unable to pinpoint which direction it came from. Even with Yu ManTian’s cultivation, he couldn't locate the speaker!
Yu ManTian immediately flew into a rage, abruptly standing up and hollering, "Who’s that b*st*rd talking?!" His bloodthirsty eyes scanned past every person, and those being scanned only felt a chill invade their body, causing an unspeakable discomfort. However, no one answered, and the silence was soon broken by another, "Who is that b*st*rd sprouting nonsense?!" Still, the surroundings remained deathly silent!
Ling Tian, however, clearly located the voice; it belonged to that cross-dressing female named Qian ShuiRou whom they had met that day! However, that voice came too suddenly, and only spoke that short sentence, thus Ling Tian couldn't even clearly locate where the actual person was!
Yu ManTian revolved once but couldn't locate the source. However, he didn't return to his seat, instead grabbing onto the wine jar with one hand, taking a few steps forward and raising his voice, "Everyone thinks that this Third Master is unable to compose and is a boor! Today, this Third Master is going to explain himself, and compose a poem to let the world know of my scholarly-ness!"
Everyone was completely tongue-tied at this statement, and Yu BingYan couldn't help stomping her feet in anxiety behind Ling Tian, as she wondered what her third uncle was up to at this point in time. Are you insane? You can’t even compose poems, let alone be scholarly!
Ling Tian glanced over and met Ling Jian’s eyes. It was at this time that he realized that Yu ManTian was probably incited and provoked by those few little ghosts!
XiMen Qing laughed as he mediated, "Third Master Yu is naturally a brilliant strategist, with peerless martial arts. But every person has their strengths, for this sort of recitation and calligraphy, it would better to leave it to people like us, and Third Master you actually just need to critique."
XiMen Qing’s words were obviously spoken out of goodwill, plus he even took the initiative to complement Yu ManTian, allowing him to step down in a graceful manner. In his mind, for someone as uncouth as Yu ManTian, what would he know about composing? Thus, he could use this opportunity to retreat with his reputation intact, and this would allow for the relations between their families to improve!
With such thoughts, XiMen Qing gave a light smile, waiting for Yu ManTian to express his gratitude towards him.
Unexpectedly, Yu ManTian not only failed to reciprocate but instead started to scream and shout at him, "Your grandma, you little XiMen b*st*rd, you brat, you actually think that this old man cannot compose poetry, right? Is that so?"
XiMen Qing’s bootlicking apparently backfired on him, and he only felt extremely embarrassed. He angrily retorted, "Then I’ll see what Third Master has to show!" Before flicking his sleeves and leaving.
"Shrrring!" Yu ManTian suddenly drew out his sword, pointing it at the back of the leaving XiMen Qing! Everyone got a shock at that moment. However much you don't appreciate his good intentions, you shouldn't try to kill someone here, right?
‘Shua shua shua’, a few sounds were heard, and from the Extreme Bliss Chamber came out seven to eight experts, protecting XiMen Qing in the very center, all of their swords drawn as though waiting for war.
Yu ManTian only guffawed, saying, "This old man is just composing my poem, I didn’t even violate any rules! What, you guys want a fight? I’m more than happy to!"
Everyone went silent at that. You pull out a sword and want to hack and kill, and say that this is all for composing poetry?
Third Master Yu waved his sword, then boomed out his first sentence, "This old man has a sword in hand!"
This sudden shout made many of the listeners spit out their tea in response, but unabated Third Master Yu continued with his second phrase, "The b*st*rds of this world are many!"
Yu BingYan pursed up her mouth, looking as though she was laughing but at the same time furious, and for the rest of the aristocratic families, they were already giggling to themselves. A few of the elderly judges were already looking annoyed, huffing at their beards.
Yu ManTian now turned one round, the blade in his hands constantly refracting light, and stately shouted out the last two stanzas of his ‘poem’, "If one provokes the fire in this old man’s heart, I’ll raze and kill all these b*st*rds!"
Returning his sword to the sheath in satisfaction, Third Master Yu tilted his head in pride, "How is it? Each of my phrases were rhyming! Not bad right! Praise me, I can accept it!"
Everyone fell to the ground in shambles!
"Clap clap clap…" The sound of applause was heard, and someone’s voice could be heard praising loudly, "Good poem, really good poem!" This was followed by a long and clear whistle. That was Ling Chi!
All the elderly scholars had dark-lined disapproving faces!
"This could be considered a poem?" A jeering laugh sounded once more, clearly heard even through the laughter in the entire hall! This was the same voice of the person who had mocked Yu ManTian earlier, and with that ephemeral voice of hers, despite the large number of experts in the Smoky Thea Tower, none were able to pinpoint where exactly this person was hiding!
Third Master Yu let out a bellow, "Who dares to say that this isn't a poem? Come out now!" His voice boomed like the thunder, and immediately, the whole hall turned absolutely silent! Yu ManTian swept his hawk-like eyes across the room once more, but not surprisingly, he couldn't locate the person!
The moment the voice sounded once again, Ling Tian’s eyes immediately fixed on Heavenly Moon Chamber!
He turned his head and instructed a servant, "Call your tower master over!"
The lass gave a sound of assent and headed out.
After a while, Gu XiYan rushed in. Seeing Ling Tian coldly staring at her, Gu XiYan felt her whole body covered in cold sweat! Only then did Ling Tian ask, "Who’s situated in Heavenly Moon Chamber? Why did I not know of such a character coming to Smoky Thea Tower!"
Gu XiYan wiped her sweat before softly answering, "Begging for forgiveness, but that room was the option picked by the butler of the Imperial Family after knowing that the Heavenly Fragrance Chamber was already occupied!"
Ling Tian frowned. He had of course known about this matter, and originally thought that it was the entourage of some prince or princess from another country, but to think that the voice belonged to Qian ShuiRou! Since Qian ShuiRou could speak inside, this meant that her authority was also the highest! Thus Ling Tian was certain that the reason that he hadn't received any information was that nobody from the Sky Bearing Imperial Family was within the chamber!
If this was the case, then therein lies a problem. Who was Qian ShuiRou? Why would the Sky Bearing Imperial Family help her to reserve the Heavenly Moon Chamber? For the arrogant Imperial Family to settle only for the A-class Heavenly Moon Chamber, was it because Qian ShuiRou didn't want to raise suspicions about her identity? Then what was her relation to the Imperial Family, and what exactly was hidden from him?
After muttering irresolutely to himself, he asked again, "Do you know how many are there inside? Who is serving them? Any of our own people?"
Gu XiYan answered in a low voice, "There were a total of four people at the start, I’m not sure if more came. All of them wore wide-brimmed hats, hiding their faces, and rejected any of our hospitality."
"Oh?" Ling Tian narrowed his eyes. This was strange! It seems like he would need to pay a visit to have a chat with the butler Long QianXing.
Ling Tian called Ling Chen over and whispered a few words in her ear. She agreed and immediately set off.
Quietly standing beside him, Gu XiYan only felt the aura around Ling Tian becoming more and more sinister, and she couldn't help but feel her heart racing, the sweat on her face unceasingly flowing.
The sounds of applause rang non-stop from the outside, evidently a few of the talented people had also begun to showcase their skills, but Ling Tian had completely lost interest in this scholarly meet!


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Chapter 143: Writing down the stars with your hands
    The third floor of the Devil Zhen Tower.
    Except for the Heavenly Devil Ha Yong who was curled up in the corner.
    Several of its brothers who were tied up, now the dregs are not even seen.
    But this, Chu He was not surprised, this result he had already thought of!
    Thunder domain compared to the power of the second layer of the fire domain, that is a world of difference.
    Both sides are not in the same class.
    Very fierce!
    The Heavenly Demon Ha Yong who swallowed the Demon Pearl could only last five years before it was already half crippled.
    Its brothers, in a dozen years ago when the spiritual rain stopped, should be declared no longer!
    And can last about six years, but also thanks to Chu He gave them a huge amount of lightning subsidies, coupled with the mechanism of the Demon Tower, when the squeezed living creatures, the body of the demonic and fatal Qi is thin, the power exerted on each other will be relatively weakened.
    Otherwise, not to mention six years, can be under the limit of this kind of heavenly lightning bombardment, persist for four or five years is not easy.
    Twenty years have passed.
    It is only normal to become slag.
    If there was still left, Chu He would only feel amazed instead.
    "It's a pity!"
    Chu He shook his head, feeling quite regretful.
    Those few devils are very well-behaved, very understanding, he still quite likes them!
    Listening to them talk about books when there was nothing to do, could also be a kind of mood.
    Chu River was also prepared to teach them several musical instruments for blowing, playing and singing.
    "You've almost recovered!"
    Chu He looked at the corner of the Heavenly Demon Ha Yong and sighed.
    The Heavenly Demon Ha Yong's body trembled and opened its eyes, the bizarre red dot spreading with infinite fear.
    Its thoughts at this moment were.
    Should it directly explode itself or not!
    It hesitates, it struggles!
    The devilish qi on its body was extremely unstable.
    A magic inflammation floated out of the body wavering.
    "Forget it! Let's rest for a few more days!"
    Chu He walked out of the Demon Subduing Tower.
    Now that he had broken the barrier, he didn't need to use the Heavenly Devil Ha Yong to go up and be bombarded with a wave.
    It was better to save it for use for additional signings during another hundred year period.
    Unknowingly, he is now two hundred and twenty-six years old, and has signed in for one hundred and ninety-three consecutive years in the Book Collection Pavilion.
    There were still seven years left, and it would be another super check-in.
    But for the current Chu He, there was nothing special to look forward to.
    He had just made a breakthrough.
    The current state of mind was a state of no desire and no need.
    There was nothing special to want!
    It was now in sage mode.
    The state of mind is stable!
    "This continent is drifting a bit fast!"
    Chu He cast his gaze into the distance.
    Just when his consciousness enveloped the entire continent already found!
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    The entire continent drifted very fast, the pace is more than ten times the previous human open sky.
    It's like a sudden loss of control, the throttle was turned up to the maximum.
    Twenty years have passed and now it has drifted a long distance.
    But fortunately, did not collide with anything big, bigger as the extinction of the general natural disaster did not happen.
    As for those who occasionally encounter small collisions, the volume of this continent can easily win, will only produce some slight shaking.
    It is also a regular twenty or so levels of ground shaking, or send a flood that can flood such a large part of the Xia territory, or a few volcanoes erupted, to help the mood this way.
    It is a small thing.
    The problem is not big!
    "And I don't know where it will eventually drift to!"
    Chu He stood under the willow tree, looking at the continent that was like a giant ship, rampaging through the endless sea.
    The scene was mind-blowing.
    Even when Chu He saw it, he wanted to improvise a poem.
    Especially now that he had just made a breakthrough, he was feeling it.
    Thinking and doing, he floated in the air and used his fingers as a pen.
    A poem of the heavens and the earth is reckless, was carved out in the void.
    It was harsh, sharp, ancient and simple, and the mood leapt out of it!
    It contained a lot of Chu He's perception of the nature of this heaven and earth.
    This was a poem that he had just made a breakthrough and improvised, with too much residual rhyme mixed in.
    One hundred and thirty-six words.
    Even if it's just one, the power on it can kill the Great Sage if anyone can have a way to detonate it.
    And if you can comprehend the kind of mood, the road to sainthood will be a straightforward one.
    This poem, every word, is a murder weapon and a supreme treasure!
    The poem condensed in the void, like a star stretched across the sky.
    At this moment, the sky of the Xia frontier.
    It was dark!
    The stars were approaching the sky!
    Everyone, no matter what they were doing, tilted their heads with shock!
    It was as if their minds were being pulled to the star river and saw a giant ship roaming in it.
    The shocking feeling of rushing through the river of stars was like a direct impact on their hearts and minds, and could not be erased.
    Their mouths spoke in unison, chanting out the poetic meaning represented by the stars in the sky.
    The sound was huge and neat.
    It echoed throughout the entire Xia frontier, wherever there were people.
    It was catchy, over and over again.
    "So much for the words of the sages! A random song can make the world shocked and crazy!"
    Chu He nodded his head, slightly satisfied.
    Judging from the performance, the poems he improvised could be famous for all time and last forever.
    "His cultivation is unparalleled, and he is proficient in poetry, song, and even blowing, playing and singing! The key is also handsome!"
    "What kind of perfect existence is this!"
    Chu He let out an exclamation.
    Then he reached down and pressed his hand.
    The poems that he had carved and coalesced fell from the sky, like meteors falling to earth, scattering to all parts of the world.
    The sky once again regained its clarity.
    Everyone came back from that shock, but their minds were hard to calm down for a long time.
    "Lin Cheng's mighty pressure has disappeared!"
    Then another thing was spread out.
    It was discovered by the Xia Clan experts who were cultivating in the midst of the mighty pressure!
    The heavens shook.
    If it weren't for the Xia Clan Ancestors presiding over the big picture, everyone would have to flock in with excitement.
    How great the benefits of that place were, the people of the world couldn't understand it better!
    They had been sowing seeds outside for so many years, and although the production was more, when added together, the quality was not even worth a year in Lin City.
    And their own cultivation.
    Out of Lin County, there is no longer that sense of clarity and freedom.
    Lin County is now in the hearts of the Xia people, has been a well-deserved holy land.
    Although occasionally jerked.
    But that can be ignored.
    They can bear, those partial prescription pharmacies in the middle of Lin City, specializing in the treatment of such after-effects.
    This matter was even bigger than the sky star suddenly appearing.
    "Little brother Chu!"
    Zhao Yuling and also Lin Xue Ling with the little Wang Ba with the fish tank on top, UU read the book www.uukanshu.com were the first to return to Lin City!
    They arrived at the Book Collection Pavilion and saw Chu He who was drinking tea under the willow tree, and they all revealed smiles.
    "Well, sit down! Have a chat!"
    Chu He nodded his head and returned the smile.
    He took out a few tea cups and poured them full with his own hands.
    Little Wang Bajie was the happiest, throwing the fish tank to the ground, running over in a flash, hugging Chu He's feet and rubbing them hard, squealing with a sense of pleasure.
    Chu He gave it a cup of tea and lifted it to the side.
    The little king holds the tea, drink two mouthfuls, still feel the head is not strong.
    Turned out its green rag from the corner, on top of its head, and headed for the willow tree.
    It hadn't seen it for years, and it desperately needed to reminisce about what it once was. </div

I am not the author of this novel I am copy and pasting the novels content from uukanshu.com and putting it into deepL translater for my own reading I am not translating or editing the novel.

The crown prince of the Zhou Dynasty, who was near his forties looked at his favorite son and answered, "It’s merely a poem."
Zhao Xiang was surprised. Although there were prescriptions that were written in the form of a song, but by the look and tone of his father, it did not seem like so.
He wanted to probe further but his father had rested his eyes, obviously, he was not too keen to talk much about it.
His father held the prescription tightly in his palm to the point where his veins were bulging out. That showed how deeply the father was bothered by the illness.
 ******
The Imperial City was also known as the Daming Palace. It was renamed during the time when the Empress took over the administration. The rationale behind the new name was to show that anything under the sun and moon, be it millions of mountains or thousands of rivers were under her rule.
It was not just plain wits and trickeries that made her the Empress. She was far more broad-minded compared to previous emperors. But being broad-minded was not equivalent to being tolerant.
She could be as cruel and cold as winter when it comes to dealing with her enemies as conversed to the warmth and affection she displayed to people who supported her.
The Empress was at the Shui Liang Hall of the Daming Palace. It was the best place to admire the view of the city. From here, one could see the lotus flowers and be enchanted by their faint lingering fragrances.
She was sixty years old but she looked like she was in her thirties. In fact, she looked much younger compared to the Crown Prince, Zhao Xun.
No one would believe that she gave birth to five sons and two daughters.
A light breeze came by, one could really feel and see the moonlight reflected on the lotus pond from the tower.
As an Empress, she owns millions of mountain and rivers. But what she could see, was just this small fraction of the world.
And that was why she had placed people all over the world to help her watch over her million miles of territory.
She stood with her hands at her back and looked up, the moon in the sky shone into her eyes. An indifferent voice could be heard from the tower, "Master Kuhui, I came across an interesting poem earlier today. Shall I share it with you?"
The Empress did not have her dragon robe on and was dressed casually. However, she was stern and unforgiving with her tone, giving out commanding vibes where people would not even think about turning her down.
Although there were usually not many bodyguards by her side, there was no successful assassination so far. People who attempted to do so were captured and killed deliberately. No one including their extended family was spared.
Kuhui was standing ten feet away from the Empress as his monk robe swayed by the wind. The moonlight shined the wrinkles on his forehead and the white beard on his face. He put both palms together and said, "Your Majesty/Highness, please, enlighten me."
"Earlier today, Zhao Xun went out of the city to get his illness treated. He looked much better after returning. He also brought the prescription to nurse the root cause of his illness. I took a look at it and it was pretty interesting." The Empress let out a small chuckle but she didn’t have the intention to laugh. Her eyes were as cold as the moonlight, unattainable yet showed no signs of mixed emotions.
Kuhui did not interrupt the conversation. Instead, he silently waited for the Empress to talk about the prescription.
"Melons planted under the yellow terrace, the melons ripe and the vine looks full. Picking one melon promotes growth, picking two makes it sparse. Maybe there will still be left after picking three, but picking them all will leave you with only vines." The Empress read it out without a hint of emotions.
The yellow terrace refers to a high tower located within the palace. That tower does not have any fruit plantation.
She added on, "Don’t you think this poem is really interesting?"
"I dare not make any assumptions," Kuhui said bitterly. This Empress was not an ordinary empress. One needs to be extremely careful with their actions and words said to her.
The Empress looked down and paused her glance at one of the lotus leaves as if she was observing the little water droplet on the leaf. Her facial appearance was not considered to be the best-looking one as she possesses one-third of a man’s fortitude. But she had a charm that absorbed people’s attention.
"Is it not telling me to stop killing ruthlessly? No matter how villainous a tiger is, it wouldn’t eat its own children. Do you too think I would kill my own children?"
A light breeze swept by the lotus pond, giving distinct layers to the reflection of the moonlight on the water, creating a dreamy scene.
Kuhui replied, "When Your Majesty/Highness starts caring about outsider's opinions, Your Highness was no longer the Empress you were."
The Empress was not moved by Kuhui’s wise words, "Tomorrow, I will announce the abolishment of Qi Wang’s Prime Minister position. Zhao Xun would be at ease by that. Also, I would like to meet the person who wrote the prescription in three days. Please make the necessary arrangements."
A piece of paper landed in front of Kuhui as he held his hand out to catch it. It was the paper with the poem the Empress recited earlier. Once he touched the paper, his blissfully zen heart was shaken. Just like the movements of the moonlight reflection in the pond, he had a vigorous flashback of the past.
He thought to himself, "I see that you’re back in the mortal world."
During the flashback, he felt that the Empress was probing into him as if she could see through his thoughts.
However, he wasn’t fearful of that as the Empress too was a practitioner. It was beyond imagination how deep she had gone in her practice and cultivation.
He lowers his head and responded, "I accept the orders of Your Highness/Majesty"
Every single stroke of the characters on the paper felt like it was turning back time. Among them, the most dazzling characters were "Shen Lian". It was as if you could imagine a handsome young lad standing in a corner somewhere, overcoming every obstacle that came to him.
 ******
At the Walking Dead Clinic, Ruoxi was lying on the bed by the corner as she tightly held on to the blanket. You could see terror and fear across her face.
She wanted to cry out loud but she knew that Shen Lian cannot be interrupted when he was practicing Qi; he made that point clear.
She was not sure what type of martial exercises was her brother practicing but after all these days, she had adopted the concept of cultivating. From an hour ago where Shen Lian was releasing a strong sense of energy to finally hear his voice, she was trained to not make unnecessary movements.
Unlike the shapeless breath produced by heaven and earth, this sense of energy comes in eight color - red, orange, yellow, white, green, blue, purple and black.
Rays of light shined in a dark room; it looked similar to picture of Buddha in a temple with lights piercing out around his body.
The eight colors twisted and moved in a non-uniformed order.
Shen Lian looked like he was in great pain. His facial expression was twisted and he was dripping with/in sweat.
He was floating in mid-air as if there was a strong force supporting him and preventing him from falling.
The last eight energy spun around slowly to form a swirl that eventually drilled into the ground. Shen Lian too descended down from mid-air.
The moonlight shined in; Ruoxi asked in a low voice, "Brother, are you ok?"
Shen Lian took a while to stand up and sat next to the bed. He held her hand and replied, "I’m fine, please continue your sleep."
Did he underestimate the Taixu Strategy? He had been practicing it for years and unknowingly it had planted a seed in his body. He tried to remove it but to no avail.
The seed combined with his vitality and grew hand in hand.
He was still able to repress it currently, but as this weird mana consumed him daily, he might not be able to return to heaven twenty years down the road.
Ruoxi managed to catch her breath but she held his hands tightly, refusing to let go.


What is a Daoist Master? One that is imageless in ten directions and vanishes in the six paths; unrestrained by the three realms and the five elements.                                                                                                                                           
After a day at the clinic, Dr. Li Feng met with an accident on his way home. When he regained consciousness, Li Feng found himself in the body of a weak teenage boy who was born out of wedlock, Shen Lian. Who was the father? The mother would not tell. A scripture he found among his mother’s remnants was the only thing he knew about his father.                                                                                                    
The mother came from a wealthy and well known family. When Shen Lian was recalled back to the Shen family, he was entitled for part of the grandfather’s inheritance and businesses. Despite the grand value, Shen Lian did not take a cent with him when he decided to leave the family. Why would he leave this comfortable life behind?                                      
His journey with this new identity brought him into this new world as he travelled between realms in search of knowledge to improve his Daoist skills. As he conquered trial after trial, would he become the chosen one? Will he succeed in becoming the Daoist Master? Only time will tell.

"It was the same for me, Levin. Before I even knew it, my heart already made room for her."
Levin was silent for a moment—not expecting what his brother Devin had said. He then heard the Soul Eater sigh as he continued explaining to him how he felt.
"Do you know the poem 'My Love' by James Russell Lowell?" he asked, Levin, furrowing his brows as he cocked his head to the side in wonder.
"Yes. Why?"
A melancholic smile appeared on Devin's face. He then recalled that Angeal had read that poem to him before, making him remember the contents. He knew the stanzas of the poem very well as he read it a lot of times when he was younger.
"I read the poem a lot of times—thinking how love could have possibly mean and feel," Devin answered Love's Overseer. "At first I thought falling in love was stupid."
Levin scoffed, chuckling at the same time.
"I know you thought of that. When you came to me before as I was doing my responsibilities as Love's Overseer, you were practically cringing—finding love a foreign concept in your vocabulary."
"True," Devin agreed, "I do not see why people feel giddy—why people fall in love—why people grow stupid sometimes when they love too much," he added, Levin, leaning on the pillar as he continued listening to his brother.
"I don't understand why they love too much—why people engage in relationships sometimes when they love less. I don't get why they cheat and I don't get why they commit. Love… it is something difficult."
Levin could not help it anymore. He laughed out loud, Devin, narrowing his eyes at him as Love's Overseer shook his head, finding what the Soul Eater had said comedic.
"But how about now?" he asked, a smile appearing on his face as his tone was turning serious, too. "Now that Angeal has appeared in the picture, you could say that now, it is different, no?"
With Levin asking him that and bringing Angeal up, Devin's lips turned into a tight line.
Devin agreed with him. With Levin pointing that out, he could now understand that now that he has found the love of his life after how many years when he believed he could not find someone who was capable of making his heart beat, Devin knew that Angeal was different.
"You don't need to answer my question," Levin said out of the blue, snapping Devin out of his thoughts. "Angeal is your one and only—the only person who's capable of entering into your heart."
Devin acknowledged what he said. He nodded, a small smile appearing on his face as he heaved a small sigh, Levin remembering about the poem that his brother mentioned earlier.
"Now what about this poem? Does it make you think of Angeal?"
"Yes," Devin answered, "It was a poem that Angeal had read to me before when I was sick. Now that I remember it out of the blue, it made me think of her in every stanza and in every line—the message of the poem finally understood."
After Devin spoke, he was suddenly surprised when Levin disappeared from his sight. In just a few seconds, he came back in his room, Levin already holding the Treasury of Poems in his hand.
Devin raised a brow at him, "You're planning to read it now?"
Levin nodded, "I want to know what you could possibly mean. I'm not familiar with the poem very much, so I want to read."
"Page 236 of the book," Devin instructed, Levin scoffing as he found it amusing for his brother to remember the page of the poem.
Levin went to that page specifically. It was a 10-stanza poem and the moment his eyes landed on the first page, he started reading, trying to understand the poem that made his brother think of Angeal.
The poem is entitled "My Love" by James Russell Lowell.
***
First:
Nor as all other women are
Is she that to my soul is dear;
Her glorious fancies come from far,
Beneath the silver evening star;
And yet her heart is ever near.
Second:
Great feelings hath she of her own
Which lesser souls may never know;
God giveth them to her alone,
And sweet they are as any tone
Wherewith the wind may choose to blow,
Third:
Yet in herself she dwelleth not,
Although no home were half so fair;
No simplest duty is forgot;
Life hath no dim and lowly spot
That doth not in her sunshine share.
Fourth:
She doet little kindness
Which most leave undone, or despise;
For naught that sets one heart at ease,
And giveth happiness or peace,
Is low esteemed in her eyes.
Fifth:
She hath no scorn of common things;
And though she seem of other birth,
Round us her heart entwines and clings,
Ad patiently she folds her wings
To tread the humble paths of earth
Sixth:
Blessing she is; God made her so;
And deeds of week-day holiness
Fall from her noiseless as the snow;
Nor hath she ever chanced to know
That aught were easier than to bless.
Seventh:
She is most fair, and thereunto
Her life doth rightly harmonize;
Feeling or thought that was not true
Ne'er made less beautiful the blue
Unclouded heaven of her eyes
Eighth:
She is a woman; one in whom
The spring-time of her childish years
Hath never lost its fresh perfume,
Though knowing well that life hath room
For many blights and many tears
Ninth:
I love her with a love as still
As a broad river's peaceful might,
Which by high tower and lowly mill
Goes wandering at its own will,
And yet doth ever flow aright.
Tenth:
And on its full, deep breast serene,
Like quiet isles, my duties lie;
It flows around them and between,
And makes them fresh and fair and green.
Sweet homes wherein to live and die.
***
After Levin read the poem, he closed the book. From the 10 stanzas that he read, now he understood how much his brother Devin loves Angeal. The moment Levin finished reading, Devin sighed, his words heard in his vast, dark room.
"Angeal… I love her, I really do… it makes me want to be with her, but I know I shouldn't."


"Devin, do you love me?"

Hearing her question that had snapped him out of his thoughts, the Soul Eater opened his eyes slowly to meet her blue eyes once more. He smiled foolishly as his right hand reached out to her face, his thumb caressing her bottom lip.

"Is that a question you dare ask your husband?"

Angeal pouted like a child. 

"Tell me you love me... or I’ll cry."

Devin chuckled, making Angeal pout more as she narrowed her eyes at him. When Devin ceased his jovial laughter, he didn’t answer her question. Instead, he bent down as he pulled her closer to him, his lips smoothly landing on hers to give her a loving kiss. 

’I love you, Angeal. Before I even knew it, my heart yearned for you.’

~

Punished by the Almighty Seraphim, Devin was branded a fallen angel and was given a curse to become a Soul Eater—a being who is hungry for souls and feeds on them for sustenance.

Devin was bound on earth, looking for clues on how to cure his irrevocable curse until a desperate old man saw the Soul Eater and begged him to save his newborn granddaughter’s life.

However... it comes with the price of selling both of their souls. 

With the old man giving both of their lives to the Soul Eater, what path lies ahead for Angeal as she grows in a house full of magical immortals?

~

The Almighty Seraphim sighed, shaking herself from her thoughts. She then spoke, planting more curiosity in the mind of the Dominion who was watching over the Soul Eater. 

"Continue watching over them. She is his cure, but it will lead her to oblivion.”

~

With the Soul Eater cursed and with them eventually knowing that the sweet innocent girl he saved is the cure, will their relationship be a boon or a bane?

Will they perhaps have sweet love, forbidden love... or maybe even both?

With the given thoughts at hand, will fate bless their lives... or curse them even more?

Let us know the answers to these questions as we unravel the story of Angeal being the Soul Eater’s Possession.

~

[WARNING: Some chapters may contain mature R-18 content.]

[FYI: This book is also a SLOW BURN romance. If you don’t appreciate slow burns, feel free to take a chance on this book if you want to. *wink*]

Volume 1: Nunc Domum
When the Soul Eater, Devin, and his personal servant, Ivar, found no clues about the curse, they finally went home after 18 years. However, when the two arrived in the mansion, Devin's curse suddenly went amok when he met the human girl, Angeal. What could be the girl's involvement in his curse?

Volume 2: Est Ignotum
As the immortals and the mortals spent their days with each other, they are more confused than ever with not only with the feelings they have for a certain person, but also with their background, with their loyalty, and with what lies ahead. To them, there are a lot of things that are unknown...

Volume 3: Actio Culmen Cadentia
The peak of their lives had finally arrived as secrets and revelations, stirring their judgments and what they believe in. As they all go on with their lives, what will they decide for others, and of course, for themselves?

Volume 4: Et Requiem
With all the events that had transpired, each one of them had started to question one's judgment and decisions. Now that these actions had been falling, what will Devin, Angeal, and everyone do to face what's ahead of them?

Volume 5: Insidiamini Torquet
Everyone's lives are now practically caught in series of unexpected twists and turns. As they are to face the challenges that are thrown at them, what would everyone do as everyone is in it for a shocking revelation about their fate? Will they fight for friendship, freedom, or for love?

~

Update Schedule:
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First-Class Star and Zhen Dejun were placed on the Chaotic Stone Slabs at the back by Li Hanqiang. It was obvious this time that it would be very hard for them to kill any monsters.
Li Hanqiang had not arranged it as such deliberately. The formations of platoons were usually as such.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" Li Hanqiang asked.
"I heard that you provide gold coins loans here. Could you lend some to me, your little sister?" First-Class Star smiled sweetly as she twisted her body at the same time to flaunt her figure.
Li Hanqiang frowned. How did she know about this?
He also quickly realized that this must have been revealed by Fanning and Fiery.
The two men were real idiots and could not hide anything within their hearts. They might have also exposed the Blue Ripple Pond to them.
Li Hanqiang did not mind, bowing his head as he said, "Sure, you'll need to pawn something."
First-Class Star said, "Can I as your little sister, pawn herself here? Good brother, you would be doing me a great favor. I only need 100 gold coins to unlock my next skills. I will work hard and repay this debt in the future by reviving your HP.
"Revive your own uncle's HP!" Li Hanqiang's expression changed. "You are trying to catch the white wolf empty-handed[1] without looking at it. If you don't have any items to pawn, don't say anything!"
He did not have a very good impression of First-Class Star.
"You..." First-Class Star stomped her feet and bit her lip. "You are such a vulgar person, do you not know how to be polite or respect people?"
"Revive your own uncle's HP! You are still trying to catch the white wolf empty-handed without looking at it. If you really have nothing to pawn then don't ask!" Li Hanqiang repeated his previous words with a defiant expression as if daring her to try and react.
"Hmph!" Zhen Dejun snorted coldly. He had been looking at the Sword Tower that was not far away. At that moment, he raised his head and looked at Li Hanqiang. "If you take out 100 gold coins, you will be considered a friend of the Emperor's Rich Guild. If you do not know how to appreciate favors..."
First-Class Star at his side started to shout, "Everyone, stop killing the monsters. Li Hanqiang is not a good person. He lied to us to make us come here. He even took advantage of me. Everyone, stop killing the monsters. Let him fail in defending the city!"
Li Hanqiang was amused and said, "You people have lost your mind. If we fail to defend the city, then all the players defending the city will have their levels reduced!"
First-Class Star ignored him as she continued to shout and even squeezed out a few tears. She was indeed a first-class star with her great acting skills.
Zhen Dejun said again, "Don't think that just because you are a Chaotic City Lord that I have no ways to deal with you. What's wrong with cooperating with our Emperor's Rich Guild that you would oppose us like this? You will surely regret it."
Li Hanqiang laughed and said, "I think you should change your name to Zhen Dechun[2]."
"Everyone, stop killing the monsters. This Chaotic City Lord really isn't a good person. Let's just let him fail in defending the city." First-Class Star continued to incite the players. She began to cry just like raindrops fell on the flowers, attracting the attention of quite a few players. Dark Redemption also looked over, engrossed in her actions.
Li Hanqiang sighed in helplessness as he stretched out his right hand and put up three fingers, saying coldly, "I'll kill those who mess with my army! Do you people think that I am a good-tempered person? Come, Sword Tower, get ready. Warning for incoming Sword Qi in three, two, one!"
As soon as the countdown, Li Hanqiang changed his thoughts. With a clanging sound, the mutant tower ignited its Sword Qi and fell directly over First-Class Star. Bright red numbers of hurt immediately appeared.
"Ah, he attacked me! He attacked me! I came to defend the city but was attacked. Does this Chaotic City Lord have any moral quality?" First-Class Star panicked, but the Sword Qi was unforgiving. Over and over, they hit her until she became a white light.
Next to her, Zhen Dejun's complexion turned into an iron green as he became the second target of the mutated Sword Tower. There was only a limited amount of space on the Chaotic Stone Slab for him to escape. After a few sword hits, Zhen Dejun also fell to the ground[3].
Li Hanqiang smiled and continued to walk towards the Blue Ripple Pond while humming a song as if nothing had happened.
Actually, he felt a tiny bit of pride in his heart. Look at me, aren't I great and impressive?
Dare to challenge the authority of the Chaotic City Lord and you will leave your life here.
He felt a lot of stares boring holes into his back and absolutely enjoyed it. Previously, when he played adventurer jobs, he had never been so well-regarded.
"I really have chosen the correct job!"
Li Hanqiang walked in big steps and left. Soon, he had propped up his fishing rod as he sat firmly in the fishing boat, watching the Blue Ripple Clear Pond while he pondered the meaning of life.
After catching three Green Carps, a message for the entire server suddenly rang.
[Messaging Props for the Entire Server: I am Zhen Deqiang, the President of the Emperor's Rich Guild. Li Hanqiang, the Lord of the Chaotic City No. 68, you listen to me! Although you are far away, you bullied my followers so I will definitely kill you! Don't think that I have no way of attacking you just because you are hiding in the Chaotic City. I will destroy your Chaotic City and make you unable to continue playing this game. In addition to that, the Emperor's Rich Guild is also recruiting experts from all over the place. If you have real abilities, you will be given high wages and benefits. For those who are interested, come to the central square of Tianfeng City.]
Li Hanqiang could not respond in time.
This Zhen Deqiang was really powerful to use a Messaging Props for the Entire Server to intimidate him.
However, whether he was Zhen Dejun or Zhen Deqiang, Li Hanqiang was not afraid.
They were only adventurer players, so what could they do to him? Could they attack his Chaotic City?
"If he is strong, let him be strong, the breeze blows on the hills. Don't panic and sit firmly on the fishing boat[4]!" Li Hanqiang treated it as if he had heard a joke. His heart was not in a panic. He wanted to laugh instead.
He was not well-known, so how well-regarded would it be?
Due to this system announcement, Li Hanqiang's name was indeed well-known for a short moment.
The Messaging Props for the Entire Server was not available to everyone. They were rare and hard to come by. This first full server message was aimed at Li Hanqiang, so many players were naturally talking about it.
"Li Hanqiang, who is this person?"
"Lord of the Chaotic City No. 68, did he do something bad?"
"He doesn't seem to be a good person just by listening to his name."
"Need to beg for the details of what he did!"
"Be careful, you don't want to have anything to do with this person..."
Many discussions around Li Hanqiang were spreading around the Endless World. In Li Hanqiang's Chaotic City, Dark Redemption, Fanning Knight, and the other players defending the city were also discussing it…
At that moment, in a different Chaotic City, a tall player with straight eyebrows sighed.
This person's nickname was 'Chun Sanyue' and he was the league master of the Qiankun League.
The Qiankun League was not an online game guild but the private club of Qiankun Technology Company. Its members were all employees of the Qiankun Technology Company.
The fixed assets of Qiankun Technology Company was 1,000,000,000 yuan. Although the name of the company was huge, it was not considered big in size or famous. Chun Sanyue was known as the 'Prince' of the company and held the position of general manager within its headquarters. However, he never asked about the company's management and had instead started this club. By using company funds and job convenience, he had managed to attract more than 300 followers. They studied virtual online games all day long and even had a little fame in the online gaming industry.
Unknown to outsiders, the Qiankun League has settled into the Endless World at this time, specializing in the job of Chaotic City Lord. He, Chun Sanyue, was seen as their leader.
Apart from that, Chun Sanyue was also best friends with Zhen Deqiang in the real world and the Qiankun League had a close relationship with the Emperor's Rich Guild.
'Zhen Deqiang has actually wasted such a full server messaging prop. That was really stupid. However, this Li Hanqiang...'
Chun Sanyue stared at the Gold Coin Challenge Leaderboard. Wasn't the person on the top Li Hanqiang from Chaotic City No. 68?
'Where does this Li Hanqiang come from?'
Although Chun Sanyue had many followers and cooperated with the Emperor's Rich Guild, he still failed to put his name on the leaderboard in the Gold Coin Challenge and could not help but wonder what defensive compound had Li Hanqiang used in his own Chaotic City.
[1] The original term is [空手套白狼] in Chinese. It represents the way fraudsters who don't make any investment try to cheat others. The white wolves in the term represent a rare wolf, rare and precious. It also indicates that the 'harvest' of the scam is great.
[2] This is because the word 'chun' is the pinyin of the word 'stupid' in Chinese.
[3] The original term is[扑街]. It means that characters in games die and fall to the ground.
[4] This is a poem where the first two sentences originated from the novel 'The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber' by Jin Yong. The last two sentences were made up by the author to suit this context. The poem in Chinese is [他强任他强,轻风拂山岗,不慌不慌,稳坐钓鱼船]. The meaning of this poem is basically to just ignore the strong person and do whatever you want.


This is the story of Li Hanqiang, an avid gamer who tries out a newly launched online VR game known as ‘Endless World’. He meets many different players, maneuvering through both friends and foes, as he learns the tricks of the trade to try and claim the spot of the top-ranked player within the Endless World. Come and witness Hanqiang in his journey as he collects gold coins, deals with the underhanded schemes of others to thwart his objectives, and builds different defensive towers to fight against the endless hordes of monsters that attack his city. Let’s defend the Chaotic City together!

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