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."

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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He had to say that Modest's death just now was rewarding. The opponent's level-two jungler had revealed his intentions, and the jungler of his team had directly invaded their party. Ruan Guangjian had cleverly guarded his own area to prevent the other jungler from coming over.
Our jungler had started with three buffs this way.
Pei Qian did not panic at all; everything seemed to be under control… as if!
He was planning to develop steadily in a few minutes just now, eat this wave of soldiers entering the tower beautifully… until he realized that Bao Xu had been circling around frantically, accumulating rage in stealth and rushed directly to the tower!
Modest had been pushed by Bao Xu with full rage while the opponent's jungler and mid-laner came out of the bushes to beat him together!
Pei Qian looked at his black-and-white screen and waves of small soldiers under the tower. He became 0-2.
In the entire Canyon of Gods, it seemed as though all the action was happening in the top lane where he was.
Meanwhile, Ruan Guangjian quietly developed in the mid lane and pushed the small soldiers under the opponent's tower and then hit the belated question mark to indicate that the mid-laner was missing.
Pei Qian: "?"
That's not right; didn't we agree to kill Happy Ruan 0-10?
What did it mean to keep targeting him?
Pei Qian very much wanted to type "Am I being taken care of?"
However, he did not do it after some thought. That was the game mechanics after all. There was no way out even if he were to type angrily now.
Only the weak would attribute their failure to being the opponent's target. True strength was to start with the tides against them and still be able to carry the team!
Pei Qian decided to be serious and switched off the chat silently.
The most important thing now was to stabilize his mind. Engaging in typing battles with the other party would only make him a more tragic target. It would not be able to help anything.
Just take it as the other party did not exist and think carefully about every move afterward. Open the in-game chat and taunt the opponents when he carried the team to victory!
He glanced at Ruan Guangjian's screen. The chat was active.
Pei Qian was unmoved.
Hmph, say whatever you want. I'll play it my way and would definitely not be able to affect my mentality!
… 
The game continued.
Modest allowed the other party's Traveler Bao Xu to speed wildly in front of the tower, indifferently without any intention of leaving the tower.
However, the three Nakano opponents reluctantly crossed the tower again, wanting to repeat the same old trick and kill Modest under the tower.
"Do you know when to stop?"
"Are you all crazy?!"
Modest used every trick up his sleeve to deal with the three opponents under the tower. However, the three opponents were already prepared, taking turns guarding, and was about to kill Modest before retreating.
At this critical moment, Literary Genius of the Winds, Ruan arrived!
Literary Genius of the Winds had yet to appear on Pei Qian's black and white screen, but his voice rang in the earphones.
"Emei Mountain is better than the Western Paradise; Luo Fu Mountain leads straight to the Southern Seas[1]."
The Literary Genius of the Winds flashed across the wall and spammed his 'E' key. He shuttled in between the three of them, using his rather large brush to draw an arc on his side. The 'Q' skill directly lowered the health points of the three who forcibly crossed the tower.
The other party had already killed Modest. The state was not good, and the defense tower was still outputting. There were obvious differences in opinions recently. 
Some people felt that they could retreat after killing Ruan; some of them thought that he could not be beaten and wanted to leave immediately. The formation was in instant chaos.
"The painter wields a colored brush, bringing the mountains and seas before his eyes[2]."
The Literary Genius of the Winds scribbled wildly with his ink brush. The other party wanted to attack him, but Literary Genius of the Winds had used many soldiers to shuttle quickly under the tower, completely defeating the enemy's intention to attack.
The crazy brush summoned a gust of wind, blowing up two of the people who did not retreat in time!
Illusions appeared around the two who floated in the air, and the Literary Genius of the Winds came to their side in that instant.
"Double kill!"
Only Traveler Bao Xu was left standing. The four hoofs stomped quickly, trying to accumulate rage points and wanting to escape to his own tower. However, at this moment, a new line of soldiers came.
"The colorful wall painting is very precious, where the immortals think about their own doing[3]."
The Literary Genius of the Winds used this wave of small soldiers as a springboard directly, walking in the wind, quickly shuttling, and catching up easily with the hoof of Traveler Bao Xu.
Walk swiftly through 'A' to get through 'Q' skill and successfully kill Traveler Bao Xu under the tower!
"Seclusion would lose its meaning if one were to go into seclusion after he succeeded in his official career[4]."
He broke away, jumping into the grass, and made his way back to the city just before he gave the tower its final blow.
Literary Genius of the Winds's return movement was to hold the small brush, brushing bit by bit while stepping on the big brush. It looked extremely cool. 
The opponent's team was immediately amazed.
"What the f*ck! Too impressive! We met one who knows how to play this character!"
"Big boss!"
"You're really something!"
Pei Qian looked at the two extra assists on his body and felt complicated. The answer as to why there were only two assists was simple. He did not touch one of the heroes.
He then looked at Ruan Guangjian who was taking off directly with the heads of the three.
No, that doesn't make any sense. The script isn't written this way!
Where was the target on Yasuo? Is that how you target him?
…forget it, it's okay as long as we can win.
The script had now gone wrong. The primary goal now was to win; otherwise, he did not know what kind of ridicule he would face when the game was over!
Pei Qian stood in silence, continuing his development.
The game had now entered its 25th minute. Both sides broke out into fierce team battles!
Pei Qian happened to be walking along the river, trying to eat a wild monster to supplement his growth. However, the enemy suddenly rushed out of the grass, wanting to eat the meat of the hedgehog.
Pei Qian's teammates were also well-prepared. Both sides started a melee!
The wide-open Modest was very delicious. It held out against the opponent's damages and played a significant AOE effect through the throwing of coins. Other teammates rushed in, especially the Literary Genius of the Winds, Ruan who had no pressure in the output of the chaotic team battle. Three people ganged up against him and soon settled the victory!
Finally, they won with the sacrifice of Modest's death. His remaining four teammates advanced all the way, preparing to win the game.
"Hmph, who asked you to target me? True strength is not being afraid of being targeted!"
"Your failure was set in stone when the level-two jungler caught up!"
Pei Qian hurriedly opened the global chat, ready to exchange a few words with the other party. When else should he do it if not immediately after he won?
The other party actually started talking first.
"I said to kill you 10 times, and I did!
"We might have lost the game, but I feel great!
"Blood earned!"
Pei Qian's mind was filled with question marks. He glanced at the data panel. Ruan Guangjian's data was obviously 11-0-4.
How did you kill him 10 times?
He scrutinized the data panel and found out that only Modest died 10 times. It was 2-10-13, almost tripled. Obviously, he had made his due contribution to the team.
Pei Qian was completely dazed.
What did they mean? Was the 'kill him 10 times' referring to me? It was not aimed at Ruan but Modest? What did that mean?
I'm a piece of meat, such a simple and honest image; was there a need to target it?
That was all so strange.
Pei Qian typed a question mark in the public chat with doubts.
"?" 
That question mark received an immediate reply.
"Shameless old thief, how dare you have the face to type a question mark? You were the one who designed this orphan hero, no?
"The source of evil in the Super God Canyon, everyone knows it!"
Pei Qian was even more baffled now. What did they mean?
Could it be…?
Pei Qian hurriedly pressed ESC and clicked 'Surrender', oh no, clicked 'Settings' to bring out the name of all the heroes.
He then saw a title clearly written under his user ID. It was very eye-catching.
The designer of Literary Genius of the Winds, Ruan.
Pei Qian: "…" 
He seemed to have understood why the script of this game was totally different from what he imagined it to be now.
This title sold him out!
Yasuo might be hateful, but the person who designed Yasuo was even more despicable! Was there any question about who to kill first when both Yasuo and his designer appeared together at the same time?
He thought of what happened previously.
The level-two jungler was caught up and the three people in the mid-lane. The skills of the group were all used on Modest. They even completely ignored Yasuo who was happily spamming 'E'…
Everything was clear now!
Pei Qian sighed silently, feeling drained. It seemed like he would never be able to use this account again in the future…
… 
The game was over.
Ruan Guangjian took off his earphones with a face full of excitement. "Boss Pei, our coordination was perfect!
"Your final stats might not be great, but anyone who understands the game can see how you absorbed the tons of damage you took on during the team battle and made outstanding contributions!
"The MVP should obviously be yours!
"Moreover, my hero is so strong! Boss Pei, thank you so much!"
Ruan Guangjian thanked him with all his might. Obviously, this game was very enjoyable for him.
The corners of Pei Qian's mouth twitched. He did not quite understand why the knife that was originally intended to stab Ruan Guangjian landed on him again.
It was all because of that Min Jingchao!
Why the f*ck did you add titles? Wouldn't carrying this title come with a halo of ridicule?
The corners of Pei Qian's mouth twitched slightly. "Is this really your first time playing this hero?"
Ruan Guangjian: "Yes, it's my first time.
"However, I played Gods Rising often when I was in university. I do have some foundation in it so I probably learned it a little faster."
"How many points did you score in Gods Rising?" Pei Qian asked.
Ruan Guangjian thought about it. "I had over 2,000 points for a while, but that was a long time ago. It has fallen a lot now."
Pei Qian: "…" 
That 2,000 points was already higher than He Desheng, hello!
How dare you say you did not really play much? You motherf*cker did not even speak a word of truth!
You said you were most afraid of ghosts, and then what happened?
Ruan Guangjian did not have enough. "Boss Pei, how about another round?"
Pei Qian shook his head immediately. "No need! I suddenly remembered that I still have something on; I have to go first."
Another round? You'll obtain double the happiness while I'm killed 0-10?
Dream on!
I would never ever play GOG with you again, never!
Pei Qian left decisively!
Ruan Guangjian could not help but sigh, watching the back of Boss Pei as he left.
"Boss Pei actually remembered to play with me even though he's so busy.
"Other than playing together, Boss Pei actually cooperated with me so unselfishly. He absorbed all the damage to carry me. I have to remember this friendship well!"
[1] This is a passage from the poem by the famous poet, Li Bai.
[2] This is another passage from the poem by the famous poet, Li Bai.
[3] This is another passage from the poem by the famous poet, Li Bai.
[4] This is another passage from the poem by the famous poet, Li Bai.


I really just want to lose money! T_T
Best boss ever, prodigy of the business world, genius creator, visionary of the century.
These are the descriptions used for Pei Qian, President of Tengda Corporation.
Ever since his rebirth, Pei Qian finds himself in possession of a system that rewards him if he manages to lose money.
Instantly, a brilliant idea comes to mind — making crappy games!
"If the game flops, all my investment cost will be lost!"
"How difficult can it be to lose money?"
Indeed... how difficult can it be?
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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?

~

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"Son, remember her. She's the smartest auntie… She's much smarter than your mommy… She's a genius…" Wei Liao teased.
"I'm not that smart anymore. I've gotten a lot stupider after getting pregnant…" Huo Mian said with a smile.
Jiang Xiaowei immediately added, "Me too. I don't know why. Maybe it's because I didn't get anesthesia for natural birth… I just feel like I don't know where I'm going and my memory has gotten worse. From the looks of it, I can't go back to work at the Municipal Public Security Bureau. Maybe I should go bribe Director Gao some time…"
"Oh yeah, where is Gao Ran and his wife?"
"Gao Ran finally took a vacation so he and Lingling went to Tibet," Huo Mian said with a smile.
"Yeah. She sent me a WeChat message saying that she'll be back tomorrow night and will go to the celebration," Jiang Xiaowei said.
"Did you guys come up with a name for him yet?"
"Yeah, Weiwei chose already," Wei Liao said.
"What's he called?" Su Yu asked curiously and came over.
"Wei Yunchu…" Jiang Xiaowei said slowly.
"Wei Yunchu. It's a bit strange for a name. What does it mean?" Su Yu asked with wonder.
Before Jiang Xiaowei could respond, Huo Mian said while cradling the little baby, "Climbing up on a high tower made me remember my sorrows and grieves. Reeds and willow trees were everywhere. The clouds were floating above the river while the sun was setting behind the tower. This rising wind was foreboding the coming storm…" (TL Note: That's an ancient Chinese poetry the name is related to.)
"Such a good name… Yunchu will be a wonder when he grows up…" Huo Mian explained the ancient poem that inspired Jiang Xiaowei's naming for her baby.
Jiang Xiaowei gave Huo Mian a thumbs up. "I don't really admire just anybody but I really admire you. I knew you would know. I loved ancient poems from the Tang dynasty when I was still in college. I did quite a bit of research on them. I especially like this poem called 'East Building of Xianyang City' by Xu Hui. I love the last two lines the most: The clouds were floating above the river while the sun was setting behind the tower. This rising wind was foreboding the coming storm. That was why I came up with the name Wei Yunchu when I saw him."
Huo Mian smiled and didn't say much more. She seemed to understand what Jiang Xiaowei was feeling.
"Uh… I don't understand what they're saying…" Tang Chuan hated studying so he was very confused.
"Ordinary people won't understand the conversation of geniuses. You just need to listen," Wei Liao chuckled.
"Oh yeah, I suddenly recall something. Hey Yu, where's my son's gift?" Wei Liao turned around and looked at Su Yu.
Su Yu took out a key from his pocket and put it on the table.
"Oh damn… A Lamborghini… Su Yu sure threw in a lot of money this time…" Tang Chuan jumped over.
"Don't worry. When you have a son, I'll get you one too…" Su Yu said as he looked at Tang Chuan stilly.
"I knew Su Yu was a generous man. He doesn't need extra work or money…" Tang Chuan praised.
Then, Su Yu's next sentence shook everyone in the room…
"When I have a son, you two can give me a Bugatti each in return…"
Tang Chuan: "God damn…"
Wei Liao: "God damn…"
"A Lamborghini costs three million but a Bugatti was worth over 20 million… Su Yu, you sure know your math…" Wei Liao chuckled.
"All businessmen are mercantile and cunning."
"Guys, let's eat first. Let me hug the baby. You guys can go eat," Mrs. Su came over and said.
"Auntie Su, it's alright. I can do it myself," Jiang Xiaowei said politely.
"No, no. I love children. It's great to see such a big cute baby… Let me hug him. You guys go eat," Mrs. Su said. Then she picked up Wei Liao's baby with a gentle smile and love in her eyes and walked towards the living room.
Tang Chuan was in awe when he saw Mrs. Su carrying the baby. He suddenly said, "When Su Yu has his child, then the Su Family will probably be celebrating everyday. Yu, when are you planning to get married and have kids. Don't let Uncle and Auntie Su wait too long…" 
Everyone looked at Tang Chuan with slight amusement after he said that.


Original Synopsis: 
Seven years ago, after their breakup, he disappeared without a trace.
Now, he reappeared on the eve of her wedding, sparing no means in forcing her to marry him… 
With a certificate of marriage, he bound her mercilessly to his side. 
From there, this “Cinderella” began her journey as a wife of the business empire’s heir...
Mrs Huo - composed, sharp-tongued, and freakishly smart.
Mr Qin - wife-spoiler to no end and a complete “slave” to their daughter.
Quality love story, one on one. You are welcome to get hooked on this story with us. 
Stats on QQ Reader: 102 million favorites, and was voted 8.4/10 by 41 thousand readers. 
TL's Note: Probably one of the best stories I've read, and I was very tempted to translate the title to Big D Brings Spring. Girls, I hope you enjoyed it as much as my girlfriend and my female translators who binge read 4000 chapters in about a month. 
For all the guys hesitating to give it a try, you won't regret it. It's a manly book, I swear.

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.

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