Started it for fun, I know it shit please give some feedback so I can improve it :)

The story is about a guy lived his comfortable life in a forest, then an unknown girl appeared out of nowhere which has led to the radical downfall of the guy's normal lifestyle.

Min JinXie was dragged by her cousin, Min Joo, to watch a Dragon Dance to celebrate Spring Festival, also known as Chinese New Year. But in the middle of watching, Min JinXie suddenly fainted. The moment she woke up, Min JinXie finds out that she was not in her world anymore and she was not in her own body. Min JinXie deduced that she was in a world of ancient Chinese setting, and the body she was occupying was the body of a 4 year old child: "What the hell..." Min JinXie uttered as she gazed at her two tiny hands.

Old Yan was a typical representative of the people who liked watching the fun. If Old Gu still worried if Yang Shuxin was well prepared, Old Yan became happier when he got to know Yang Shuxin and Yuan Zhou would sculpt their own Nine Dragon Sculpture respectively in a competing way. 
"There'll be a good show to enjoy," Old Yan muttered in a low voice. 
Anyway, the ice sculpting started. 
Yang Shuxin had a complete range of carving knives in various models and even the rasps used for polishing. All the tools were placed in a row, which gave people a sense of professionalism. 
On the contrary, Yuan Zhou had only one ordinary kitchen knife in his hand. On the aspect of professionalism, he was a little inferior, but actually, he wasn't defeated at all. His confident demeanor was as if to say "With the kitchen knife in my hand, I can take control of the whole world." 
The carving knife emitted a sound of "Ca Ca" when it flashed across the ice block. Yang Shuxin had started. It was a good-sized carving knife in his hand. He was going to sculpt out the rough contour of the dragons first. 
He got started quickly and boldly. Not long after that, the square ice block turned into an odd irregular polygonal shape.
Of course, it was of odd shape now as Yang Shuxin hadn't started to sculpt the details. With a slight movement of his hand, Yang Shuxin had replaced the good-sized carving knife with a medium-sized carving knife swiftly. The whole course of actions looked as natural and smooth as the floating clouds and flowing water. 
Even the surrounding customers who supported Yuan Zhou couldn't help highly praising the swift action of changing knives. God knows how many years he had practiced to make it appear so smooth and natural. 
Yang Shuxin gradually entered a concentrated state. And naturally, Yuan Zhou was unlikely to stare blankly at him. He also started to sculpt. 
The distinction between an experienced person and an inexperienced one was greater than that between an academic person and an ordinary person, just like Yuan Zhou and Yang Shuxin. 
Yang Shuxin first started with the rough contour of the entire sculpture while Yuan Zhou just began to sculpt the dragons one by one. 
The kitchen knife in his hand was like a silver butterfly that gleamed with a cold light. With its wings flapping for a few times in the air, a long body of the Chinese dragon gradually took shape. 
Everything was going well for both sides, especially with Yang Shuxin. The start was even better than ever. 
"My teacher might actually be able to complete the Nine Dragon Sculpture alone this time." Little Feng was longing for this result at the side. 
"But what exactly is Master Yuan sculpting?" Little Feng looked at Yuan Zhou's ice block and felt he could no longer understand him. If there had been a contour of the dragon, the body of the dragon looked as if it had been cut off now. 
Although the Nine Dragon Sculpture could be nine Chinese dragons in various forms, a broken one was hardly justifiable, as it was way too inauspicious. 
Little Feng was an assistant in name, but he had also learned under Yang Shuxin for many years. Even so, however, he had never seen anybody sculpt in this way. 
That was really a mystery.
As the minutes ticked by, the onlookers were much quieter. However, the number of people didn't become less, but instead, tended to become more and more. 
Some onlookers left, but more joined, just like the mischievous kid who hadn't filmed anything valuable last time. And because of the strict regulations of the Education Bureau, teachers give less homework now than before, which resulted in a lower turnover in the homework business and the tottering of the secondary market. 
It was a competition of sculpting skills today. He could shoot a long film and then split it up before posting it to his live stream, episode by episode. This way, he could get donations from his audiences and earn some money. 
"Teachers are giving less homework, the market is shrinking and the demand is decreasing. So I must film the video very well this time so I can earn some money. When I withdraw the donated money out of my account, I'm going to open up the market to Grade 1 and Grade 3 of the middle schools. Based on the homework that doesn't require thinking but only writing and writing, I will try to open up the third market. In this way, there will be no slow-moving resources and I can build a simulation that completely avoids the NET system." The mischievous kid muttered some technical terms excitedly. 
One hour passed very soon while the mischievous kid was filming the video and the onlookers were watching the fun. By then, the two ice blocks had already taken on the quality of artworks. 
Speaking of Yang Shuxin's sculpture, the bodies of the nine Chinese dragons had all appeared in the eyes of the onlookers. And the sculpting work of the dragon scales had also been finished on four of the nine Chinese dragons. The progress was really gratifying. 
"Shuxin has really exerted himself to sculpt today." Old Gu couldn't help sighing. 
Old Yan nodded his head, "Flying Dragon, Ascending Dragon, In-Cloud Dragon, Coiling Dragon, Curling Dragon, Crouching Dragon, Combating Dragon, Soaring Dragon and finally, the River-Stirring Dragon. None of them is identical. Such a Nine Dragon Sculpture is really of true value." 
From the perspective of the dragon shapes sculpted by Yang Shuxin, the sculpture was simply a dazzling light in most people's eyes, just as mentioned before. Fundamentally speaking, there were only five basic dragon shapes and others were all derived from them. 
Just like the River-Stirring Dragon. On the bottom of the sculpture was a river. The dragon hid its tail in the river and flew up with its head exposed to the air. It was actually the combination of both the Ascending Dragon and Soaring Dragon. 
Most people could understand the difficulties even just by thinking about it. The Nine Dragon Sculpture originally wasn't easy to sculpt, let alone nine dragons in different forms. On Yang Shuxin's Nine Dragon Sculpture, the bottom part was the river while the upper part was the sky and Longpan Mountain. The contents were abundant but not messy. 
"Little Boss Yuan's sculpture is a little difficult to understand," said Old Yan, "But I have to say the head of the Chinese dragon is really nice. It really requires genuine capabilities to be able to sculpt such a complicated and vivid head of Chinese dragon." 
As an inexperienced sculptor, Yuan Zhou started to sculpt the dragon head after he finished the dragon body halfway. 
There were many varieties of dragons in the Chinese legend, like Ying Dragon, Wang Dragon or even Pan Dragon. But actually, the dragons in the Nine Dragon Sculpture were all Xing Dragons. Like the old saying, "The snake evolves into Jiao[1] after it lives for one thousand years; Jiao evolves into Dragons after one thousand years; and Dragons evolves into Xing Dragons after another one thousand years. 
Neither Yang Shuxin or Yuan Zhou spent time and energy on the varieties of the Chinese dragons. So it was also a difficult job to sculpt out the differences between the nine dragons. 
Yang Shuxin used a very ordinary method, which had been used in almost all multi-dragon sculptures. The dragons were differentiated by the eyes, dragon horns and, sizes. For example, the double dragons on the ornamental pillars in the Imperial Palace. They were different in their eyes and sizes. 
When Yuan Zhou thought about this matter yesterday, he felt people seemed to be unable to tell the differences if they didn't observe it carefully. Therefore, Yuan Zhou decided to change another way. 
That was through emotions, including happiness, anger, sorrow, delight, anxiety, longing, sadness, terror, and astonishment. 
Nine emotions. That was right. Of the nine Chinese dragons sculpted by Yuan Zhou, their eyes, dragon horns or sizes were all the same. The only difference was the emotions of the dragons. 
The most common emotion evoked by Chinese dragons was majestic. Nothing else. But Yuan Zhou just wanted to add emotions in the eyes of the dragons. 
So Yuan Zhou's Nine Dragon Sculpture could be considered as Nine Cloud Dragon Lines, or more specifically, A Dragon In The Clouds That Turned Into Nine Dragons. 
Just because they were far from the sculpture and couldn't see it clearly, Old Gu, Old Yan, and other onlookers found it hard to understand. If they stayed closer, they could nevertheless see the emotions in the eyes of the three dragons that were being sculpted. 
For example, one of the dragons had extraordinarily protruding brow ridges; the eyes were big and vigorous; the teeth were slightly open; and the dragon's whiskers moving by itself. That was anger. 
And for the next one, the mouth was a little more curved. That was happiness. 
It had to be admitted that all the nine emotions of the dragons were very hard to tell if they were true or not. The Chinese dragon itself was a fiction, no one had ever seen any. Nor could they imagine what it looked like when it smiled. 
The only disadvantage was that he must imagine all of them alone without any reference. However, everything had two sides. 
If nobody had ever imagined that, Yuan Zhou could do whatever he wanted to create one. 
Nine forms of dragons. Anyhow, Yuan Zhou stayed up all night yesterday once in a blue moon and did nothing but watch Animal World. 
All in all, Yuan Zhou did his utmost today in order to defeat Yang Shuxin.
[1] Jiao(蛟) is the flood dragon in Chinese legend.


In a remote oriental country, there is a small and odd restaurant that has refused the three-star rating by the Michelin Guide several times. 
“The price is fairly expensive over there, 288RMB for a set meal of Egg Fried Rice and a bowl of soup. Ah, and an extra small plate of pickled vegetables as well. Even so, there are still a long line of people queuing up and waiting for a taste. Reservations are not accepted there, only waiting and queuing personally is allowed. 
“Numerous people fly there on their private planes just to queue up. Furthermore, parking bays and parking spots are not provided there. The service is terrible here. Customers have to clear the tableware themselves and wipe the table as well. For god’s sake, the boss is literally crazy.” 
---Michelin Guide
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Release Rate: 5 Chapters/Week; will be released on Mon, Wed, Fri and Weekend;


"Ranking?" tiningnan ni Luo Feng ang listahan ng mga pangalan sa mga kaliskis ng napakalaking itim na dragong ito at hindi mapigilang mapatanong ng, "Ranking para saan?"
Tumatawang lumingon si Yang Hui kay Luo Feng at sinabing, "Sa tingin mo ba ay puwede ka na lang magrelax sa oras na pumasok ka sa elite training camp hanggang sa maging isang wargod? Nagbibiro ka ata bata! Ang paligid sa loob ng elite training camp ay ang pinakacompetitive na lugar sa lahat. Sinasabi ng rankings na ito kung gaano karaming gamit ang makukuha mo sa pagsasanay sa loob ng elite training camp! Isang halimbawa na rito ay ang fighter na makakagamit ng isa sa unique tresures mula sa mga archaeological ruins. Habang pataas ng pataas ang iyong ranking ay parami naman ng parami ang mga kagamitang magagamit mo! At maaari namang madisqualify ang isang fighter sa oras na makapasok ito sa loob ng bottom three ng higit sa tatlong beses."
Gulat na gulat si Luo Feng dahil ngayon niya lang nalaman na puwede ka palang madisqualify sa elite training camp.
"Huwag ka munang magtanong ngayon. Saka mo na lang malalaman ang lahat ng rules sa oras na maipasa mo ang iyong B grade exam dahil walang point ang mga sagot ko sa mga tanong mong ito sa akin kung hindi ka rin naman papasa sa B grade exam," Tiningnan ni Yang Hui ang napakalaking dragon sculpture at sinabing, "Hindi niyo pa ba narerealize kung bakit espesyal ang dragon na ito rito?"
"Dahil sa aura nito?" sabi ni Ya Xia.
"Dahil sa spirit nito." sabi ni Luo Feng.
Nabigla ang dalawang ito nang makita nila ang dragon sculpture na ito. Noong tiningnan nila ang mga mata ng sculpture na ito ay naramdaman nilang tinitingnan sila ng isang halimaw na mas nakakatakot pa kaysa sa isang high level horde leader steel armored dragon. Nagdala ito ng matinding takot sa kanilang mga puso! Hindi natakot ng ganito si Luo Feng noong makita niya dati ang steel armored dragon.
"Isa itong totoong SS emperor level monster, isang black dragon na ipinanganak sa loob ng isang bulkan! Iniwan ng head ang dalawa nitong mata sa dragon sculpture na ito matapos niya itong mapatay"
"Napakamahal ng mga materyales sa paggawa ng dragon sculpture na ito. Ang pinakamahal na materyales nito siyempre ay ang mga mata nito dahil ito ang tunay na mata ng isang black dragon!"
"Dinisenyo ang sculpture na ito para tumingin sa entrance ng gate para manigas ang katawan ng kahit sinong tao na papasok sa gate na ito at titingin sa mga mata ng dragon sculpture na ito." Buong pagmamalaking tawa ni Yang Hui, "Ang isang pares ng matang katulad niyan ay nagkakahalaga ng 10 billion!"
Nagpatilan ng tingin sina Luo Feng at Ya Xia. Jusko, gumamit talaga sila ng tunay na mata mula sa isang black dragon para sa sculpture na ito! Grabe!
"Sumama kayo sa akin. Tandaan niyo na bawal magtatakbo rito," utos ni Yang Hui.
"Opo," binuhat nina Luo Feng at Ya Xia ang kanilang backpacks habang sinusundan si Yang Hui.
Napakaganda at parang isang panaginip ang paligid nito para sa isang training camp. Nagbigay ito ng isang impresyon na para silang dumating sa isang antigong lugar. Makikita ang mga naggagandahang bulaklak at puno maging ang mga dumadaloy na ilog at batis sa loob ng training camp na ito. Makikita rin sa loob nito ang mga detalyadong pavilion nito na katabi ng main palace na kung saan makikitang lumalabas ang mga batang nakasuot ng dojo uniforms. Binubuo ang mga batang ito na lalaki at babaeng may mga kutis na puti, itim at kung minsan ay manilaw-nilaw.
"Tingnan niyo, ang mga bata doon ay mga official members ng elite training camp," tinuro ni Yang Hui ang isang napakataas na nine story tower sa gitna ng training camp, "Maikukumpara mo ito sa taas ng isang 20 story building kahit na sisiyam lang ang floors nito. Ang lahat ng mga estudyanteng makikita niyo ngayon ay papunta sa tower na iyan.Ang hugis tower na building na iyan ay tinatawag na 'Nine Grand Floors'!"
Ngumiti si Yang Hui at sinabing, "Sa Nine Grand Floors natututo at nagsasanay ang lahat ng estudyante ng elite training camp. Mayroon ding mga special training rooms sa loob nito! Palagi mong makikita ang mga estudyante sa training camp na ito sa loob ng building na iyan hanggang sa oras ng pagtulog ng mga ito na kung saan ay bumabalik na sila sa kani-kanilang mga pavilions para magpahinga."
Magalang at pormal na kumilos sina Luo Feng at Ya Xia habang nasa loob sila ng elite training camp dahil hindi sila mga opisyal na estudyante roon. Mayroong iba't ibang klase ng aura ang bawat isang estudyante sa loob ng training camp na iyon para kay Luo Feng kaysa sa mga pangkaraniwang fighters sa labas dahil dito mo makikita ang mga malademonyong henyo sa lahat ng mga henyo mula sa iba't ibang panig ng mundo.
"Ang karamihan sa 182 na mga estudyanteng ito ang gumagraduate taon-taon! Kaya tumatanggap kami ng 43 students mula sa iba't ibang sulok ng mundo kada taon," nakangiting sinabi ni Yang Hui habang naglalakad, "Pero 2/3 ng mga fighters na ito ay nanggagaling sa aming Dojo of Limits basics training camp kaya 1/3 lang sa mga ito ang nanggagaling sa iba't ibang sulok ng mundo."
Natigilan si Luo Feng nang marinig niya ito.
Walang duda na…
Mga nasa 30 katao ang tinatanggap kada taon at 2/3 sa mga ito ay nagmula sa basics training camp. Ang ibig sabihin nito ay mayroon na lang 10 slots ang natitira para sa mga talentadong fighters na nagmumula sa iba't ibang panig ng mundo.
"Kaya mayroon ka pa ring pagkakataong makapasok sa elite training camp pagkatapos mong makapasok at makagraduate sa basics training camp. Pero ang bilang ng mga estudyanteng nagsasanay sa basics training camp ay mas marami kaysa sa bilang ng mga estudyanteng nagsasanay sa elite training camp. Ito ang dahilan kung bakit napakaintense ng kompetisyon para makakuha ng isang slot dito. Kaya mas pag-igihan mo pa ang iyong pagsasanay sa hinaharap," sabi ni Yang Hui habang nakatingin kay Ya Xia.
"Naiintindihan ko po," kislap ng mga mata ni Ya Xia.
Ang limit sa basics training camp ay 3 years habang ang elite training camp naman ay may limit na 5 years!
"Maghintay ka muna rito Ya Xia at huwag kang magtatakbo kung saan-saan. Dadalhin ko lang si Luo Feng sa loob para maayos ang tutuluyan niya mamaya," sabi ni Yang Hui.
Maging ang mga furnitures sa loob ng two story building na ito ay antigo.
"Dahil isang Chinese ang head ay mahal na mahal niya ang style ng ancient China. Ito ang dahilan kung bakit ang desenyo ng buong Hong Ning city ay nakabase sa ganoong style lalo na ang training camp na ito kaya wala kang makikitang mga sofa o television sa loob ng training camp na ito." Ngiti ni Yang Hui, "Mabuti na lang at maawain ang head kaya hinayaan niyang magdala ang bawat isa ng isang notebook."
Hindi makapagsalita si Luo Feng nang marinig at makita niya ang mga sinasabing ito ni Yang Hui. Wala ngang television, washing machine, etc. Mabuti na lang at mayroong mga saksakan ng kuryente sa loob ng bawat building at kuwarto.
"Magpahinga ka na muna rito. Tumawag ka lang kung may gusto kang kainin, mayroong taong magpeprepare at magdadala nito para sa iyo," sabi ni Yang Hui, "Mas maiging huwag mong pagurin ang iyong sarili ngayong araw dahil dadalhin kita bukas ng tanghali sa Nine Grand Floors para kumuha ng B grade exam. Kung makakapasa ka ay magiging isa ka nang opisyal na miyembro ng elite training camp. Kung hindi naman ay mapupunta ka sa basics training camp."
Tumango si Luo Feng at nagsabing, "Naiintindihan ko po."
Matapos nito ay agad na umalis si Yang Hui sa kuwarto.
Si Luo Feng na lang ang mag-isang natira sa tahimik na kuwartong iyon. Ilang sandali pa ay umakyat siya sa study room sa 2nd floor para iwan ang kanyang backpack bago pumunta sa balkonahe para pagmasdan ang buong training camp.
"Ito ang nangungunang training camp sa buong mundo? Mukhang masyadong tahimik ata rito," isinandal ni Luo Feng ang kanyang kamay sa wooden pillar ng balkonahe para suportahan ang kanyang buong katawan habang inaappreciate ang view ng buong training camp.
Ilang sandali pa ay mayroon siyang narinig na isang boses Chinese mula sa dumadaloy na batis sa loob ng training camp, "Oy, galing ka sa China?"
Lumingon si Luo Feng at tumingin sa ibaba. Doon niya nakita ang isang payat na batang lalaki na may manilaw-nilaw na kutis habang nakasuot ng isang puting dojo uniform. Makapal ang mga kilay at malaki ang mga mata nito. Mayroon siyang hawak na isang steel spear sa kanyang mga kamay habang nakangiting nakatingin kay Luo Feng.
"Oo," sagot ni Luo Feng.
"Ako si Tian Qiong," ngiti ng manilaw-nilaw na lalaki habang bumabati, "Mula sa Northeast headquarter city"
"Ako si Luo Feng, mula sa Jiang-Nan headquarter city," ngiti ni Luo Feng.
Ngumiti ang batang nagngangalang Tian Qiong at sinabing, "Dahil doon ka nakatira ay magaassume ako na magtetake ka ng entrance exam tama? Pagbutihin mo! Marami-rami rin tayong mga Chinese rito…. Puwede tayong magkita-kita sa oras na nakapasok ka na rito sa training camp." Matapos nito ay naglakad na ang Tian Qiong na ito papunta sa Nine Grand Floors habang hawak-hawak ang kanyang spear. Makikita ang pagwagayway nito sa hawak niyang spear habang naglalakad papalayo kay Luo Feng.
PU! Isang nakakabinging tunog mula sa tumutusok na spear ang nakapagpabago sa itsura ni Luo Feng na kasalukuyang nasa balkonahe ng tinutuluyan niyang building, "Mas maganda ang technique ng isang ito kaysa kay Zhang Ke!"
Napakagaling ng pag-unawa ni Luo Feng sa mga oras na ito dahil noong itusok ng lalaking iyon na si Tian Qiong ang kanyang spear ay naramdaman agad ni Luo Feng ang pagpunta ng lahat ng hangin sa paligid ng fighter na ito sa dulo ng kanyang spear.
"Kahit na pangalanan ko pang Thunderbolt ang blade technique ko ay hindi ko magawagawang gawin ito kaya walang wala ako maging ang aking technique kung ikukumpara ko ang aking sarili sa kanya," kahiya-hiyang sinabi ni Luo Feng sa kanyang sarili.
Walang wala ang kanyang blade technique sa spear technique na ipinakita ng isang pangkaraniwang estudyante ng elite training camp!
Narealize ni Luo Feng na…
Tanging ang mga henyo lang sa lahat ng mga henyo ang makakapasok sa training camp na ito! Walang kahit na sino sa mga ito ang hindi magaling, kumumpleto man ito ng tatlong taon sa basics training camp o matanggap mula sa iba't ibang panig ng mundo!
"Kailangan kong patunayan ang sarili ko sa loob ng elite training camp na ito dahil kung hindi ay mawawalan ako ng kahit anong karapatan para tapatan ang dalawang wargods na sina Vulture at Scorpion!"
"Siyempre, kinakailangan ko munang ipasa ang kukunin kong B grade exam."
Matapos niyang magsanay ng kanyang genetic energy hanggang hatinggabi ay nirelax ni Luo Feng ang kanyang sarili. Kahit na hindi pa siya opisyal na nakakapasok sa training camp ay narealize niya sa kanyang sarili mula sa nakita niyang listahan sa sculpture ng black dragon sa gate hanggang sa mga random thrust na ipinakita ng nakilala niyang si Tian Qiong na talagang magiging competitive ang gagawin niyang pagsasanay sa loob ng elite training camp na ito.
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Nagkaroon ng maaga at napakagarbong tanghalian si Luo Feng 11am ng sumunod na araw. 30 minutes pa ang nakalipas bago nakarating sa kanyang kuwarto ang wargod na si Yang Hui.
"Hindi masyadong maganda ang panahon ngayon. Magtatanghali pa lang pero napakadilim na ng kalangitan. Mukha yatang may paparating na bagyo." Naglakad papasok si Yang Hui at tumawa habang natakingin sa lamesang pinagkakainan ni Luo Feng, "Oh, mukhang malakas kang kumain. Sundan mo na lang ako sa Nine Grand Floors kapag handa ka na."
"Anong po ang mga kailangan kong dalhin? Mga sandata? Battle uniform?" tanong ni Luo Feng.
"Wala, sumama ka sa akin ng walang dala na kahit ano." Sabi ni Yang Hui.
Naglakad si Luo Feng papunta sa Nine Grand Floors kasama si Yang Hui!
Ang isang palapag ng Nine Grand Floors ay may taas na 6 meters. Mayroong itong lawak na 130 meters kaya isa itong napakalaking tower. Makikita sa loob nito ang iba't ibang klase ng computers at mga technologically advanced na gamit kahit na mala-antigo ang itsura nito sa labas. Ang bawat floor naman nito ay gawa sa napakatibay na alloys. Agad ka namang makakarinig ng mga naglalakasang tunog mula sa mga sonic booms at sa mga sigaw mula sa mga nagsasanay na fighter sa loob ng building.
"Pumunta tayo sa 9th floor," sakay ni Yang Hui at Luo Feng sa elevator.
Napakabilis na umakyat ang elevator. "DING!"
Bumukas ang mga pinto ng elevator at agad na nagpakita ang napakagarbong top floor ng Nine Grand Floors. Ang 9th floor ng building na ito ay isang napakalawak na lobby. Nakalagay sa loob ng lobby na ito ang ilang mga cushions na inuupuan ng mga batang babae at lalaki na nag-uusap sa mga lengguwaheng English, French at maging Chinese. Agad na tiningnan ng iilan sa mga ito ang pababang si Luo Feng sa elevator.
"Chinese ka bro?"
"Oo, isa akong Chinese," tango ni Luo Feng.
"Goodluck ha! Magkakaroon ulit tayo ng isa pang Chinese na miyembro sa oras na makapasok ka rito sa training camp," tawa ng isang kalbong batang lalaki.
"Mangarap ka lang," mula sa accented Chinese na bibig ng isang itim na babae. Makikita sa mukha nito ang isang butterfly tattoo habang sinisinghalan at tinitingnan nito si Luo Feng.
Sinundan ni Luo Feng ang wargod na si Yang Hui papunta sa loob ng lobby. Mayroon itong isang corridor at naglalakihang kuwarto sa magkabilang gilid nito. Hindi nagtagal ay dinala ni Yang Hui si Luo Feng sa pinakasulok na kuwarto sa loob ng lobby. Hindi kalakihan ang napakadilim na kuwartong ito.
"PA!" Bukas ng mga ilaw sa kuwarto. Makikita sa loob nito ang dalawang sofa at isang kulay kupas na blue helmet sa ibabaw ng bawat sofa.
"Pinaghirapan ng mga scientist natin ang paggawa sa dalawang helmets na ito. Ginagaya ng mga helmets na ito ang isang brain computer interface na nakalink sa isang virtual space machine," sabi ni Yang Hui habang tinuturo ang mga helmet sa ibabaw ng sofa, "Ang kaya pa lang naming gawin ay ang mga simpleng computer interfaces habang ang virtual machine naman na gumagawa ng virtual space nito ay matagal nang nakaimbak at hindi nagagamit sa ilalim ng lupa sa loob ng ilang taon."
Nabigla si Luo Feng nang tingnan niya ang helmet na ito "Isang virtual space?"
Grabe talaga.
Makikita lang ang mga bagay na kagaya nito sa isang sci-fi. Ayon sa sinabi ni Yang Hui, kaya ng mga tao sa ngayon na gumawa ng tinatawang nila na 'brain computer interfaces' sa tulong ng isang machine na gumagawa ng mga virtual space dahil hindi pa ito kayang gawin ng isipan ng isang tao.
"Ginagamit pa rin namin ang dating machine na iyon na nakalagay sa ilalim ng lupa. Hindi maintindihan ng mga scientist kung paano ito gumagana kaya huwag mo nang itanong kung paano ito nagawa," umiiling na sinabi ni Yang Hui.
"Okay, sa oras na isuot mo ang isa sa mga iyan ay papasok ka sa isang makatotohanang virtual space. Puwede mong sabihin na wala itong pagkakaiba sa totoong buhay," sabi ni Yang Hui, "Matapos mong makapasok sa virtual space ay papapasukin ka namin sa 'Tower of Trials' kung saan mo itetake ang iyong B grade exam!"


Taong 2056, sa loob ng isang siyudad na makikita sa Su Jin Area makikita ang isang teenager na nakasuot ng combat vest, pangsundalong pangibaba at battle boots na gawa sa alloy na nakaupo sa tuktok ng isang sira sirang six story residential apartment. Makikita sa kaniyang likuran ang isang hexagonal shield at ang kaniyang hawak hawak na blood-shadow battle knife. Tahimik siyang nakaupo sa dulo ng rooftop. Makikita sa mga oras na ito ang kumikinang na kalangitan at mararamdaman ang napakapreskong hangin na kasalukuyang umiihip patungo sa kaniya. Pero tanging katahimikan lamang ang maririnig sa sira sira at abandonadong siyudad na ito at kung minsan ay mayroong paisa isang pagalulong ang maririnig na magbibigay takot sa sinumang makarinig nito.

On the smooth surface road at the airport, an electric flatbed car slowly drove down.
On the planks, which were as flat as the ground, was a statue, about the same height as a man, in all shades of green. When the golden sun shone on it, a warm glow washed all over it.
It was a jade carved statue that was almost equal to the size of a human.
The statue was a whole piece of jade that was delicately carved. The whole of it was made of jade of ordinary water source. There was light lavender shining from the head, shoulder, back, hands, feet, and other parts. These were a number of high-value violet jadeite pieces, which were like ornaments or jewelry that added more luster and attractiveness to the statue.
Looking at the glittering jade carving, Sophie was mesmerized. She murmured, "My God, this is glorious!"
When the flatbed approached her, Sophie's eyes widened and she saw clearly what the statue looked like. It was elegantly smiling and had beautiful eyes, and was carved in detail copying her own figure.
Sophie stared at the statue dumbfounded and was silent for a long time.
Taking her hand in his, Li Du held up a small box on one knee and said, "Sophie Martin, will you marry me? We can get married soon if you say you do; and if you don't, think it over and you might want to."
Sophie stared at him blankly, lost for words.
There were laughter and voices coming from next to them, "Wow, you are blessed!" "Marry him! Marry him!""Sophie, wake up! Say 'I do', say 'I do'!"
Sophie turned and looked around again. Her parents, Li Duʼs parents, Bell and Magic Hand, and other treasure hunters, Hans and his sister, as well as Cole Winston, Porter, the Ford brothers, and Steve were there. She did not know when they showed up at the airport.
Barbara, who looked more agitated and nervous than her, made a trumpet with her hands and shouted, "Say yes, Sophie!"
Sophie looked down at Li Du, who was smiling as he kneeled down, and suddenly she laughed too. "I have thought about it very seriously, Mr. Li Du. It is my honor to be with you for the rest of my life."
She pulled Li Du up and they embraced, surrounded by applause from the people around.
Li Du wrapped one arm around Sophie and waved with the other hand. Then he felt Sophieʼs body twitching. He looked down and saw her crying in his embrace.
He patted Sophie on the back lightly, sighed and said, "Donʼt cry now, silly girl. Save your tears, you might need them after marriage."
Sophie gave him a punch and said, "How thoughtful of you. The day I waited for was finally here. What took you so long to propose?"
Li Du said, feeling wronged, "I was waiting to find something special, like this big piece of jade ore, to make a proper proposal."
After receiving the gift from Tang Chaoyang, he did not want to go to Myanmar at first, but then he thought of a news article he had read.
It was a piece of news about Myanmar producing extremely large emerald jade ore, from more than a few tons to dozens of tons. The texture of the jadeite itself would not be very good, but because of the size, even if it had an ordinary water source, it would still have a great value after being carved into a statue as big as an adult man.
He did some search on the Internet at that time. There was a similar statue in his hometown, which was the Maitreya Buddha jade carving. It was more than two meters high. In the Guangdong and Guangxi province, there was another jade sculpture of the Goddess Guanyin. This was even larger, more than five meters high!
The jade used to make these types of sculpture was naturally not the glass species or the rare dragon jade species. Their main body was a common jade, which was not valuable. The water source was not good, and if it was broken down and made into bracelets, it would probably cost only a few hundred per piece.
However, with such a large size, the value of the statue would be high. The Guanyin in Guangzhou and Guangxi was a national treasure, and it would not be sold off for any price. The value of the jade Maitreya Buddha was 100 million yuan.
Li Du thought of going to Myanmar to search for himself, and if he came across a large enough piece of jade, he would carve it into a sculpture of Sophie as a wedding present.
He had been in the mining area for a few days and harvested a lot of precious jade, but did not come across any large piece of jade.
Then he went to Mount Dena, and at last, he found a large piece of jade in the local mine, fit for his purpose. He had told the mayor of Wooku Town at first that he was looking for something in Mount Dena, not to sell it for a profit, but to find a large piece of jade to make a statue.
However, the statue was not made with the jade found there. The largest piece of jade he found on Mount Dena was just over a meter high. This piece of jade was found in the Canton auction just by coincidence.
Da Mao was the one who found this stone. Zhong Dapao and Liu Zi thought there was no jade in the stone. Li Du was surprised to discover there was jade in it when he looked inside it, and it was a huge piece of 1.8 meters in length.
Of course, the jade texture was very poor, so it was not reflected on the skin of the stone.
He bought the stone and found the best sculptors through Cole, and they worked together and carved the masterpiece.
Li Du sent Hans on a tour around the world, but in fact, he did not go anywhere. He went to Seagull Island to take care of the wedding arrangements.
Their plane had been fine the previous two days, but he needed time for his parents to get to Seagull Island first, so he made up a reason to stop over with Sophie for two days.
The wedding that Li Du had in mind was not grand, but very elegant. Hans led the wedding plans and made great efforts for the wedding. Seagull Island was decorated for the event in a way that was beautiful and extraordinary.
Because Sophie and her parents were very interested in Chinese culture, the wedding was arranged according to the Chinese style. Li Du even built a Suhang garden on Seagull Island!
That was why he invested so much in Seagull Island, which had plenty of rocks and plenty of water, but not enough plants and trees. That was the reason why the renovation took a long time.
Most of the greens were brought in from China, which was a very troublesome thing. Australia had very strict control over immigrant plant species. Because Seagull Island was far away from the mainland, and Li Du had a lot of connections, he managed to get the approval.
Pavilion, platform, building, stands, spring, stone, flowers, wood… with these elements together, a Chinese garden appeared on Seagull Island.
At that moment the garden was decorated in a very festive manner. Red decorations were hung in the pavilion, red characters made out of silk could be seen everywhere, and the atmosphere was filled with joy.
Li Du monitored the island development by frequent video calls, so everything was familiar to him, but it was different for Sophie. She hasn't been to Seagull Island for a long time, so all of these were a surprise to her.
Li Du did not come to Seagull Island in person for a long time precisely in order to make a surprise for her. Otherwise, if he came, Sophie would follow him, and she would know his plan.
Hans decorated the island's small airport dispatch office, which he made into a temporary bridal dressing-room. Sophie was taken in, where a makeup artist was waiting for her.
Looking at a room filled with beautiful silk clothes, Sophie was dazzled. She turned to Li Du in surprise and asked, "When did you prepare all of this?"
Li Du winked at her and said as he smiled, "It is a secret."


They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 

"You are an idiotic team member, but the good thing is you are well-behaved." With a thumbs-up, Ye Sheng dived into the water. The bronze city was filled with holes, each of which was connected by a bronze passage that, when submerged, lay mostly below the surface, like a half-submerged ant nest.

Aki looked up with her flashlight at the cavern, which was as big as a giant's palace. The dome was carved with ancient patterns. It's a huge tree with leaves and branches acted as unknown characters.

"Dragon's language?" Aki suddenly understood what it was.

She took out the waterproof camera in her pocket, began taking pictures piece by piece, which were immediately transmitted back to Moniaher.

"Backup! Backup! It's a bonus!" Maans rubbed his hands in surprise. "For the first time since Nicholas Flamel, the human had access to such a vast amount of dragon's language data. Although it is impossible to interpret it, for the time being, it is extremely precious to the dragons, which uses words to convey power."

Complex patterns entered the helmet of Aki constantly. The patterns reminded her of what she had seen when she had a "spiritual vision" in the 3E exam, but it was more complicated. The leaves gathered together like human faces, which, when separated, were indeed ancient texts that had disappeared for many years, rotating counterclockwise on the dome. She wanted to shoot more, so she turned down the output pressure of the oxygen cylinder to give her more time and to wait for Ye Sheng.

The reduced oxygen flow made her dizzy and the pattern on the dome blurred. She paused, closed her eyes, took a deep breath and tried to stay awake.

"Aki, your heart is beating faster. Are you ok?" Selma's nervous voice came through the headphones.

"Nothing, just a little dizzy," Aki said.

She put the knife back in her pocket, opened her eyes again, and swam to the edge of the cave.

"Signal out!" On board of the Moniaher, Selma exclaimed, "Data transmission between us and Aki is interrupted!"

Maans paused. "Get the line on! Warn Ye Sheng!"

The turbine in the stern turned again to retrieve the lifeline of Aki.

"There's no tension in the engine," looking up Selma with a drained face. "Her lifeline was gone again."

Ye Sheng floated from Aki's side, holding her arm which made her feel much easier.

"Are you back? Is the mission finished? I didn't hear the explosion." Aki was relaxed when she saw her partner.

"Underwater explosion, not that noisy." Ye Sheng said, "I have solved the problem. After collecting, we are ready to return. Time is running out."

"Ok, I have finished taking photos of the dome pattern."

"Let's collect some more bronze and go back to analyze the composition," Ye Sheng said, pointing to a statue on the bronze wall not far away. "We can try to bring that back. It's not a Chinese statue but came from Europe."

"Good," Aki said as she swam toward the statue, dragged by Ye Sheng. The water was parted along her wetsuit with faint warmth.

The statue was only dozens of centimetre long, which was not comparable to the life-size statues they had seen when they entered the bronze city. It stood on a bridge-shaped bronze pole, dressed in an ancient Chinese robe and carrying a sceptre, with its head lowered slightly in a reverent manner like a nobleman. It has a head of cobra, whose neck was sticking out of the collar of its robe, which was extremely abrupt.

It was a snake-faced man.

"What is this?" Aki turned to Ye Sheng.

"I don't know, probably a totem of the dragons, but it's always useful to bring it back. Take it down." Ye Sheng said.

Aki nodded and swam over. There was a hint of surprise in the instant she met the statue of the snake-faced man, whose eyes were of pure silver. On its dark bronze surface shone a solitary silver light like blinking. Aki reminded herself to give up the strange idea, it is only because of reflection caused by the illusion. She must remain calm in underwater operations.

She reached out and grabbed the snake-faced man by the neck. The bronze sculpture was not as heavy as she had thought, and she lifted it easily.

A shadow rose from her side and seized her neck with indescribable rapidity. With her physical education at Cassel and years of underwater experience, Aki didn't hesitate to pull her knife out of the pocket to cut the shadow.

At the same time, she shouted: "Ye Sheng! Be careful!"

Ye Sheng had equipped a Russian-made SSP-1 underwater pistol that had been modified by the equipment department.

But the shadow was even faster than Aki and Ye Sheng. He used a weapon in hand to separate the folding knife of Aki and hit it on the top of Aki's helmet. Aki instantly lost the ability to fight back. She rolled back subconsciously to avoid the shadow's next attack but was already clasped in a tight embrace.

"Ye Sheng! Shoot!" Aki shouted.

"At whom?" The shadow asked.

Aki was stunned. It was the voice of Ye Sheng. Once, when they were training in the Great Barrier Reef, her oxygen cylinder broke down underwater. At the moment of suffocation, she heard Ye Sheng's voice and regained consciousness, which saved her life. She opened her eyes wide and looked at the black shadow around her. The glimmer of light in the other's helmet lit up his face, it's Ye Sheng's face.

"How can there be two Ye Sheng?" Aki's heart exploded with fear.

She turned her head to her back, and the man who swam with her, Ye Sheng, was gone. What floating in the water was a sculpture of a snake-face man. No one knew why a bronze sculpture could float in the water. Its silver eyes shone with a taunting smile.

Ye Sheng took out his pistol and blew up the head of the snake-face man, "I came back and found you swimming here, and the thing was floating behind you. I didn't get why it was following you until you reached out and started the system."

It was then that Aki found her lifeline was cut. She touched down the rope, which had been cut by a knife, and found a smooth notch. Aki touched her waist... She used her own knife and cut the lifeline!

"For god sake!" Aki shuddered. "Is it an illusion?"

"Maybe it's because of those dragon inscriptions," Ye Sheng said, pointing to the dome. "when you take pictures in succession, it's like reading the dragon inscriptions in order. It made a spiritual vision that led to disorder."

"This spiritual vision... Is very weird."

A creepy voice sounded. It was like someone holding two pieces of rusty iron and rubbing them against your ear. At the moment similar sounds are amplified hundreds of times.

As Ye Sheng and Aki look around at the bronze walls: Thousands of bronze gears turned slowly, huge bells rang inside the cavern, rust began to peel off from gears, and tooth clucked each together. Ye Sheng looked upward. In the darkness, an unprecedented huge bell vibrated with great power. The bronze pendulum vibrates back and forth around the bearings. The snake-faced man on the bronze wall moved at the same time. Its raised the truncheon in its hand, curved its neck as if holding an ancient pilgrimage.

"You've activated the system," said Ye Sheng, looking at the bronze pole that had just been pushed by his partner. "I don't know what the system is, but it doesn't seem like a good thing... This is a trap!"

He felt in his heart that the "snake", whom he had left on guard around him, was running away. This was unprecedented. The "snake", his faithful servant, was always in the depths of his consciousness. Ye Sheng had severe head pain and other snakes in the depths of his consciousness were swimming in terror, trying to burst his head.

Must evacuate ASAP, this is Ye Sheng's intuition.

He pulled out the knife from Aki's waist and plunged it into space between two gears with great strength. The folding NT knife sank into the bronze wall two inches deep. Two gears were buckled on the folding knife and could not be turned. The shaking of the huge bronze clock slowed down immediately and it lost power.

"No matter what machinery it is, power is needed, this alchemy machinery is not an exception." Ye Sheng shouted, "But run! The whole city seems to be moving!"

The knife fell, and the great bronze bell resumed its power. It roared heartily.

Lu Mingfei woke up hearing the deafening bell. He suddenly sat up, turned to look out of the window and saw the sun is shining at noon.

"What the hell? Americans don't nap?" His first reaction was to curse, and his second reaction was to lift the quilt over his head and go back to sleep.

He huddled under the quilt for a moment and realized something was wrong. The bell did not die down. Fingel was napping too, sleeping like a dead pig, would he continued to sleep but not curse? Lu Mingfei slowly opened the quilt.

"Hi, here." Someone said at the window.

The boy in the small black suit, white silk shirt and small square shoes was sitting on his windowsill, watching the distance in a daze quietly.

Lu Mingze.

Lu Mingfei hesitated for a moment. He tiptoed to the boy and suddenly reached out and grabbed the boy's hair. The touch was very real, the washed hair was smooth and easy to touch, the boy's temperature was also real.

"Hey... Can you tell me if I'm dreaming?" Lu Mingfei stood beside the window.

"Depending on how you define "dream". According to your understatement, you're not looking at the real world." The boy shrugged. "but what is the real world? Maybe the real world is your dream."

"But I feel really super super real! I've never had a dream that real." Said Lu Mingfei, pointing to the clock tower outside. "The clocks are still going. Everything is normal except you."

"Don't trust your eyes too much. What you see may not be true. Maybe you're dead now, and you just feel like you're still standing here talking." The boy looked at Lu Mingfei in the eyes. "Maggots are crawling about in your body like worms in a cheese hole."

Lu Mingfei froze for a moment, feeling cold all over him, "Hey, Hey! I had just had cheese for dinner, can you avoid this negative metaphor? And don't push me down this time. Let's talk it over."

"Not this time. You were so annoying last time. I can't stay too long, just to remind you that something is happening and you need to be prepared." The boy said.

"What is it? Dragon invasion, world destruction? Don't wake me up from my nap without such an event."

"Don't you hear? The clock is striking." The boy said significantly, "You have to be prepared to continue your studies in this place as an 'S' student but not garbage. Remember the secrets of StarCraft?"

"Of course, power overwhelming is unbeatable, show me the money is adding 10,000 mines and gas, and black sheep wall can open the map." Lu Mingfei was really familiar with this.

"Black sheep wall, open maps. Useful, hum?"

"Nonsense, don't you know how important the map is in StarCraft?"

"The first secret I taught you was black sheep wall, and this one's been picked up. Using it, you'll get a detailed map of your surroundings. But don't overuse it. They'll find out." The boy smiled mysteriously.

Lu Mingfei hesitated, "You think we're in Harry Potter? Magic Academy? I just need to say... Black... "

The boy suddenly put his hand on Lu Mingfei mouth and shook head. "I said, don't abuse it."

The boy jumped off the ledge and patted him on the shoulder, "Black sheep wall, remember it... You'll need it soon at that very moment."

(Note: This is a Chinese translate novel)

When Lu Mingfei was applying for a foreign university, he received an invitation letter from Cassel College, a private university in the outer suburbs of Chicago. Under the call of mystery, under the choice of love and dream, he resolutely chose the unknown future. Black helicopters flew across the sky, the gate of a strange country was slowly opened to him: The door of becoming a dragon slayer.

Another name for this novel is:
Dragon's Raja

 It was the best time for an external power to penetrate a country that was suffering from a bad economy and widespread panic. Yamaguchi Tsutomu’s trip to New York was a test.
 In the US, the domains of different gangs were intertwined with each other. Nearly all top 10 gangs had a branch in New York.
 There were not just Chinese gangs in Chinatown. Russians had also come to the harbor with tankers, and the Scottish, who engaged in construction, were just as difficult to deal with.
 The fate of a Japanese gang without any foundation that wanted a share of the cake would depend on the local gangs’ decision. A powerful dragon could not crush a snake after all.
 Yamaguchi Tsutomu was not a reasonable girl though.
 "I’m sorry, Ms. Yamaguchi. I have no idea why you visited us. The Xu Family is only a branch. We have been far from the center of power for a long time. Besides, we do not engage in the business you are proposing."
 "To be frank, Chinatown is not what it used to be like 10 years ago. That business disappeared during the general repression five years ago."
 "We are all honest businessmen. We have no idea about the business you deal in. Maybe you can find someone else."
 Xu Xiaoxiao was no longer the retinue following Qin Guan around. Sitting by a round table of dalbergia odorifera calmly, he shook his head, blowing at the non-existent tea leaves in his cup.
 Yamaguchi Tsutomu sat across the table with a poker face. Wild rivers and seas were occupying her mind. This was her first stop in New York. They are showing no interest in our high profits!
 Actually, she had found the wrong person. The Xu Family had been whitewashed up to the third generation. Their successors were all engaging in business and politics.
 The Chinese race was the keenest on politics. They had realized pretty early that the US government would not tolerate the expansion of gangs, so they had gone ashore as quickly as possible.
 You are a greenhand with no idea about the situation. You dare come bother law-abiding citizens like us! We are kind enough not to report you to the New York police!
 Yamaguchi Tsutomu felt defeated by the stubborn boy. Without saying anything else, she patted the table and stood up.
 "Okay, we are leaving. Let’s not delay each other anymore. Time is precious after all."
 "That's it!" Shocked, Xu nearly dropped his cover.
 The representative of Yamaguchi-gumi left the hall, where there were only odds and ends of the banquet. Xu took an enjoyable sip of his tea.
 "Has grandpa left?"
 His guard craned his neck at him. "He got home safely..."
 "Ha!" Xu put his cup down on the table. "A strong wind is coming... My soldiers are ready to fight..." [1]
 The Peking Opera echoed in the empty hall.
 They will play a role in Chinatown. There is another group waiting on the streets, who loves our motherland even more than Chinese Freemasons. They are former Chinese soldiers. They are loyal, well-armed and ready to risk their lives to protect Chinatown.
 "Release the news to Han Zhujiu and his guys," Xu instructed his guard. "Yamaguchi-gumi will move a large quantity of white powder [2] to the Lower East Side. They will give those Japanese a lesson."
Yamaguchi Tsutomu has a long way ahead of her. Italian and Mexican businessmen won't let her in the drug business. They will detain the Japanese visitors in New York. It will be interesting!
"I’ll kill them all..." [3]
 It was a beautiful morning in New York. Qin Guan was admiring the location of the CK fall collection launching event. It would be held at a cafe on the Upper East Side.
 He didn't know New York well, but when he was led to the hall, he realized it was a unique place.
 The Russian tearoom, which was decorated like an ordinary Manhattan cafe, had a hidden beautiful inner world.
 Every restaurant and building on the Upper East Side was full of intricate details.
 The Russian tearoom had been founded by the Russian Royal Ballet Group, which had wanted to provide a gathering place for Russians in New York. It had become a club for film stars and politicians by then though.
 Qin Guan handed his backpack to the waiter. Madonna used to be a waitress there.
 The hall was decorated with red and gold ornaments of a traditional Russian style. There were crystal ceiling lamps and countless oil paintings in the room. The whole restaurant was as beautiful and luxurious as a royal palace.
 Thanks to its Baroque style, the hall was like the resplendent, magnificent Russian palace. Only the first floor was open to the public though.
 Qin Guan didn't look around. As a guy of fine taste, the luxurious hall hadn’t shocked him.
 The CK launch event would take place on the second private floor. The VIP meeting room was only open to large-scale gatherings. Qin Guan went in, showing no interest in the transparent crystal floor or the glaze-colored ceiling. What impressed him was the 15-feet bear ice sculpture standing in the lounge.
 It was only mid-October. It must have taken a lot of work to make it stand there.
 Then he realized his ignorance. The gorgeous light was not coming from the ceiling lamps.


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

As Charz entered the hyperbolic time chamber with Mr. Popo he started his training right away. He did not want to waste anytime but he wanted to find a balance between all the training. It is said that a work and no play makes Jack a dull boy' he wanted first and foremost to have some fun and enjoyment in this life, he knew that to enjoy himself he needed strength before anything but if he trained all the time he would have nothing but training in his life. So Charz decided to take up an art in his off time when he is resting from the training.
'What should I do to relax, I know I have no talent whatsoever in painting or drawing, I am tone deaf so music is a no go so maybe I should try sculpting statues.' Charz thought as he was going over the various things he could do for leisure. Sculpting is a rather hands on craft that required precise control over the body and fine motor skills. Precise strength control, flexibility and good judgment are some of the qualities one needed when trying to pursue sculpting either as a profession or a hobby.
Due to his thought Charz decided that in his off time other than meditating he would be sculpting statues. In his first day of leisure after training Charz gathered a huge slab of stone about 3 metres tall decided that it would be his first practice sculpture.
 At first he wanted to do a person but then changed his mind due to the rather complex framework that had to be done to create a human structure. So he decided first to sculpt objects and simple stuff before moving onto complex sculptures.
His first target was a sword, he loved the swords from the various fantasy comics and movies he saw in his previous life. So decided that he could recreate the image of a few of them to please himself but reality showed him how harsh it could be. Firstly although he had good control over his body and energy that only referred to when he was fighting. 
He had experience in controlling his strength and energy but that was only when the energy was used to empower his body. He had no experience in precisely controlling an inch thick Ki blade to cut through solid rock without any mistakes.
He had no experience in forming objects with his Ki externally, the only external Ki use Charz knew about was when executing an ultimate destructive abilities like Kamehameha, Galick gun and other abilities. But sculpting and 1" thick hand blade was a first for Charz. 
Due to the martial arts training he could cut straight and steady but the precise stuff and small details completely eluded him. The amount of concentration required for sculpting was mentally exhausting. The result he got on his first sword was a plain item, it was in the shape of a sword but no details.
Every time he tried to focus on the details he used up too much mental strength concentrating which resulted in mistakes occurring. With this revelation Charz set a part of his daily training for fine control of his Ki and mental strength and concentration.  Charz also noticed that while he is sculpting he tend to exude a peaceful aura which totally subverts the battle frenzy and hot-bloodedness of Saiyans resting in his body, especially the craze berserk that takes over when he would be able to obtain the Legendary Super Saiyan form. This was a way to get rid of his crazy side but since he hadn't been in any fights or transformed into the Legendary Super Saiyan form as of yet it was practically nonexistent for now, so the sculpting can be used to help him prepare for the transformation, which will allow him to regain his senses and control faster and possibly speed up the time required to control the Legendary Super Saiyan form. 
As a result of this Charz gained increased mastery over his body and energy when it came to extremely precise controls and minute operations. His mental strength and concentration surged too but his method of doing this was to repeatedly concentrate and complete fine details on small objects. Like writing Chinese characters on palm sized stones and smaller.
 This increased his ability to concentrate and his mental strength. With the help of the training his sculptures became more in depth with the small fine details which improved the quality of the sculptures itself. But the next problem was when he tried to start to sculpt animals and living things like trees and flowers.
The various fine details required for a living organism was enormous when compared to non-living things. It was comparing the difficulty of lifting an ant barehanded to lifting an elephant barehanded they were of two utterly different realms. Another problem that Charz discovered was that his sculptures did not capture his attention that much. They were not appealing they just looked like different shaped rocks no sense of wonder or awe appeared upon seeing them.
They were just be lifeless rocks to anyone who passed by stirring no emotions in them. Charz didn't know he was missing an important part in sculpting which was known as aura. Aura was the one of the most important things in sculptures to a sculptor without it the sculpture would just be a piece of rock.
As Charz was not trained by anyone or went to any school of thought of sculptures along with no professional opinion he did not know what he was missing. Although his sculptures looked good with the level of detail he crafted them with that was just it they looked good.
At the end of the 1 year training in the hyperbolic time chamber Charz fine control of his body and Ki along with his mental strength increased largely. If one were to look inside the chamber they would see dozens of sculptures that looked good but lacking.
Other than his fine control Charz strength reached a shocking 500,000 battle power at the end of his training at the look out. Upon his exit of the chamber Charz threw all thoughts of sculpting at the back of his mind, he still had to save the Saiyan race from extinction in 5 years and 5 months.
In the meantime he had to ensure all the steps are solidly laid for a firm foundation on the future plans he had. He had to ensure everything was in order because any wrong move could result in catastrophic failure in his plans so he needed to be extra careful.
He left the lookout after saying goodbye to Kami Mr. Popo and Korin to execute the second phase of his plan which would occur on planet Namek involving the Namekians. He went directly to Dr. Brief's house in West City to get the dragon ball radar from him which asked to be built before his training started.
Upon reaching Dr. Brief's home in West City he saw the young Tights playing with little Bulma being a good big sister. It would be one of the few times Bulma would have Tights around since the discovery of other beings existed in space due to the galactic patrolman Jaco, Tights would have an extreme fervor of exploring the universe and writing her science-fiction book.
Coming back to the present Charz went in to see Dr. Brief. "Hey Doc did you get to finish the thing I asked" Charz asked Dr. Brief as he walked in. "Sure I finished it a long time ago only a week after you left, I was wondering if you forgot about it and you didn't even leave me anyway to contact you."
"Ah, sorry about that I was extremely busy for a few months and I don't have any way for you to contact me." Said Charz as he spoke to Dr. Brief. Dr. Brief gave Charz the radar while saying,
"Really, that's a shame but I got the radar that you asked for and those dragon balls that you spoke about they really are mysterious things. They are practically like glass but indestructible and also emit electromagnetic waves at a low frequency alone but at a higher at a higher one together. I can't even identify the materials there made of they are simply inconceivable, how are these things even made"
"Haha, Doc the way these things are made in a way that science can't explain, it is made using magical techniques. These things completely magical and do magically things but don't worry Doc in a few years you will have an opportunity to explore new technologies" Said Charz as he laughed at Dr. Brief's fanatical expression when talking about the dragon balls.
"Haha, I am holding you up to your promise of new technology, how about coming inside for some lunch I would appreciate it, come and meet my family" Dr. Brief said inviting Charz in.  "Sure, hope you don't regret" Charz said as he went in the house and into the dining room.

An 18-year-old dragon ball fanatic who claimed to have a boring life will unexpectedly get to experience the full thrills he seek after dying in an accident
Join Drazure in desire to tread a path that was never crossed before

In the void.
A bronze-colored giant was fast asleep.
In a close distance, a giant sphere was whirling right under its breath.
On the surface of the giant sphere, blue-colored numerals were flashing rapidly from time to time.
The Azure Dragon was looking at the giant sphere with its dragon eyes wide open. 
Fang Ning then said to Sir System, "Enough fool, you knew that the giant's not good news. Why are you so near to it? Are you not afraid that it'll swallow up our world?"
"According to what you've said, this is a virtual world in between reality and virtual. It can't swallow this world." Sir System said eloquently. "You should know that it's been taking in the purest form of Chaotic Energy, an innate element. If replaced with those ancient novels you've been reading, this stuff's able to create a celestial being with only a mouthful."
"Er." Fang Ning's eyes brightened up immediately. "If that's the case, then gimme a sip…"
"Then you'll go 'bang', explode immediately." Sir System said with no restraint.
"Why?" Fang Ning was unconvinced, "You said one mouthful is enough to transform into a celestial being."
"The environment that I was stating were the ones in your ancient novels. They had the protection of the Heavenly Axiom. They didn't have to consider how much tolerance they had or the issues in absorbing and digesting the energy. How about you?" Sir System scorned. 
"Nope, but the Heavenly Axiom's dead. Who should I look for to protect me?" Fang Ning's so-called short-lived idea was akin to a soap bubble, burst just seconds after it was born. He might as well go to bed.
After an unknown amount of nap time, Sir System woke him up.
"Quick, get up Mr. Rich Boss. Your Matrix World should be matured by now?"
"How'd you know it's matured. Do you even know what you're looking at?" Fang Ning muttered as he turned his body.
"Cause it's turning black." Sir System stated in confidence.
As soon as Fang Ning heard this he turned back over and looked through the System View.
Sure enough, the giant sphere that was originally flashing blue-colored numerals had turned dark. 
"F*cker, what matured. That's a black screen on standby, can't you tell? There's no need for you to manage it now, the program's still running." Fang Ning said angrily.
"Oh, I see it now." Sir System replied embarrassedly. 
Fang Ning then controlled the Azure Dragon and stretched out its claws to poke on the giant sphere for a brief moment. Afterward, the blue-colored numeral started to flash rapidly again.
"Really, creating a world together with a flunking System's too bothersome. I don't even know how many leaks the world will have in the future and how many dragons are needed to fix them." Fang Ning sighed.
Sir System had no words. Just at that moment, the bronze-colored giant suddenly turned over.
However, the blue-colored giant sphere was really in between virtual and reality. The other party was completely unable to run into it.
"Hm, I think the giant's breath's feebling. It's probably dying." Sir System took the opportunity to change the topic to escape from the awkwardness. 
Fang Ning took a closer look and Sir System was correct, the giant's breath had weakened by a fair amount.
Ever since the other party swallowed the Creator Dragon, it had been in deep sleep.
It had been doing nothing and was depending completely on instinct to evolve the world. Now, it was already the eve of the birth of a world. As soon as it died, it would undergo Metamorphosis.
It was obvious that the world that it evolved and the universe that Fang Ning was on beforehand would have not much of a difference. It would still remain as the strong preying on the weak in order for civilization to rise. 
"Sir System, we'll be able to learn from it. We could take advantage of when it's starting up a world and take a look around. Furthermore, to create a standard for a world we'll need to compare then we'd decide what's best. Didn't you mention before, there's no competition in a truly beautiful world? Then let's be competitive with it and we shall see." Fang Ning said in a serious tone. 
"Hmm, you have a point. However, a wise man once said that people with no pressure are light as a bird, but a boat without pressure would shake everywhere. Your truly beautiful world, if I'm not looking after it, it'll possibly be utterly defeated by others." Sir System replied in disdain. 
"Hmph, wait and see who's right. Do you wanna bet on it?" Fang Ning said, trying to compete.
"What's the bet?" Sir System was intrigued. 
"If you win, you'd give me ten percent of your share of the world; If you lose, you'd give me twenty percent of your share of the world." Fang Ning said seriously.
"Deal…" Sir System had yet to complete its sentences and quickly retorted, "Your fart, do you really think I'm a foolish System?" 
"Too bad, you've gotten too smart." Fang Ning then continued regretfully, "Then, let's do this instead if I win you'll give me ten percent of your share. If I lose, you'll give me ten percent of your share."
"This is still…" Sir System almost agreed then immediately retorted, "F*ck, I'll decide. If I win, you'll give me ten percent of your share. If I lose then I'll give you ten percent of mine."
"Fine, that's a deal. Looks like I'll never be able to fool you anymore." Fang Ning said in pitiful realization.
"You really are a hypocrite. You said you wanted to create a truly beautiful world, yet you're a master swindler. Do you actually think that your creations would be pure, honest and good?" Sir System said in disdain. 
"What do you know? There's always someone that has to be on the dark side." Fang Ning said in righteousness, "If I don't go to hell, then who'll go to hell?"
"Then this hell of yours, the quota would probably be full." Sir System sneered.
Fang Ning was speechless and immediately tried to divert the topic. "Alright, if it's about competitiveness, then we'll just have to set a standard for the competitions. Just like the rise of a big country, the competition in GDP, the patent for technologies, military powers, cultures, entertainments, and sports competition are all quantifiable indicators. Furthermore, it'll be obvious that it's not a deceitful moral education."
"You're finally talking like a human being." The clear-headed Sir System rejoiced, "There are also indicators for world competition, the world's growth rate, the mass of the world and also the world's civilization level."
"These aren't direct enough. Do you know the most significant method to measure a competition index, there's only one standard." Fang Ning said in a heavy atmosphere.
"What's the standard?"
"War."
"Mr. Rich Boss, you really are still clear-headed." Sir System admired, "I thought you were a sand sculpture of the Virgin Mary."
"As you said, it's because I've known the cruelty of the wold when I was clear-headed. Hence, I'm yearning for a truly beautiful world." Fang Ning said pretentiously. 
"Fine, Fine. There's no one else here. There's no need for you to act." Sir System dissed, "Since you put it that way, there we'd need to establish a war platform. Let the worlds have a platform that they could display their strength in." 
"You're right, then this task's up to you now." Fang Ning said as if it were obvious from the start, "I'll set a few principles for you. Firstly, they have to be about the equal amount of strength limit. A top-grade demon and a low-ranked soldier, then there's definitely no point to it. Secondly, ensure that the scale of the war doesn't spread to the original world. Do a proper job in the protecting operation." 
"I knew it, every time when it's time to do the actual work you'll push it all on me. Can't you settle your tasks from the beginning until the end?" Sir System said sullenly.
"Then what's the use in hosting you?" Fang Ning replied with force.
"You're constantly retorting me with this, then I'll not be hosted by you anymore. From this day onwards, I'll be a free and unfettered System. I'll feed horses, split logs and travel around the world[1]…" Sir System said proudly.
"Hmph, fine. Let's do it together. You should know this platform's not only for me, are you not worried that I'll stymie just so you'll lose your bet?" Fang Ning said immediately.
"Hiss, you really are that thick-skinned. How could you just publicly blurt out these things?"
"He who stays near ink gets stained black[2]."
[1] The author used the paragraph 喂马,劈柴, 周游世界  from the poem Facing the Sea, with Spring Blossom '面朝大海,春暖花开' by the Chinese poet Hai Zi '海子' here.
[2] Directly translated from the Chinese idiom 近墨者黑, it means nurture will determine a person's character.


Procrastinator extraordinaire, Fang Ning, had lost his consciousness after banging his head on a night of celebration. He woke up to a realization that he no longer had control of his body, as a System had taken it over. Will he eventually regain control of his body or will he be trapped in his body forever? How does he maneuver this situation? What's in store for Fang Ning?

It was barely daybreak when Meng Qi leisurely made his way into Maoling's city, basking in the sun and breathing in the fresh air.
He did not directly return to the courtyard he had rented, but headed for the alley with the Chinese Pagoda Tree instead. He could not afford to slack off for even a day!
Next to the Chinese Pagoda Tree, the grey-haired old man was already busy carving his wooden sculptures with utmost focus. It almost looked like the items in his hands were the most sacred objects ever. His attitude and devotion were on a level probably unachieved in many people's lives on any one thing. No matter if they were obsessed or religious, they could not reach that level of attainment.
Meng Qi's heart and soul were fresh and clear. As usual, he sat under the Chinese Pagoda Tree and watched the old man carving. He did not utter a word, watching with the same level of focus.
As the sun rose higher and the day grew brighter, the old man finally completed a wooden sculpture. He looked up at Meng Qi and seemed dazed for a moment. Then he said, "Young man, how have you been?"
This was a greeting used after a long period of absence. It startled Meng Qi at once. He was astounded. The man could tell that he had actually been gone for three months?
"Everything is fine. I have improved greatly in strength." Meng Qi gave a considered reply. In the end, he was still worried about the Dominator of Samsara in Six Realms' obliteration ability and thus gave a vague response. He did not confirm or deny anything.
The plain-looking features on the old man's face relaxed. He chuckled and said, "It's good to improve, it's good to improve."
"I made another breakthrough in my sword art, so I have mastered an Exterior-level move at least." Meng Qi intentionally brought up this topic.
If his guess about the old man's identity was right, sword art was his interest. Moreover, he was not randomly talking about it or purposely bringing things up with no actual things to discuss. That would only invite disgust from the old man.
The old man put his carving knife and wooden sculpture down, wholly absorbed in the conversation. Smiling, he said, "You're formidable, young man. When I practiced with my sword back in the day, if I had even a bit of your talent and progress, I wouldn't have been scolded by my teacher."
"But I do not have your unchanging focus. On the path of training, talent, luck and opportunities can help one to walk faster and cover a greater distance in the same period of time. But how long you can walk for comes from hard work and focus." Meng Qi answered with sincerity.
The old man shook his head and replied in a self-deprecating manner, "This old man has always been stupid. I couldn't get distracted no matter what. Others could learn several types of sword art at once, but I could only train at one type until I was very familiar with it. If I tried to learn two types at once, I'd end up failing at both of them. Even when it comes to other things, I'm also like that. Since I was not born gifted, I can only work on my focus, hard work and painstaking efforts. There is no other way for me."
As he spoke, his fingers traced along the body of the sword next to him. It was a long sword enclosed in an old, faded black scabbard. It looked normal and had an ordinary vibe to it as well.
Up until then, Meng Qi had not realized that there was a sword next to the old man. He had completely ignored everything around the old man, focussing only on his focus. Now that he thought about it, he was quite surprised.
"Perhaps your gift is your focus," exclaimed Meng Qi. "If only I were like you."
The old man shook his head again. His expression turned a little serious. "Those who learn from me will swim, but those who are like me will drown."
His words shook Meng Qi. He felt like he had vaguely understood something. "Thank you for your teaching."
"Focus, hard work and painstaking efforts are things you develop," the old man added. Then he picked up his carving knife and wood block.
Upon seeing this, Meng Qi got up to take his leave.
The old man suddenly stopped right before his knife cut into the wood. He paused for a moment, then said, "Young man, there's something I'm not sure I should be telling you about."
"Please go ahead." Meng Qi's heart leaped. Was this the reason behind his saying "it's been a while"?
The old man looked at Meng Qi and quietly gave it some thought. "Let's wait till after the Tidal Bore of Jin River. At that time I'll have to trouble you to come here. You don't have to come here for the while."
"Yes, Senior." Meng Qi gave a serious bow. His heart was full of doubt, anticipation, nervousness and joy. No matter what, he had closed the distance between them.
The old man said no more. He lowered his head as he continued carving away, his focus and devotion shining through.
Meng Qi silently backed out of the alley and returned to the small courtyard he had rented. He would wait there for the things to come that day.
Normally, he should have been keeping a low profile since he had external backup. He should have waited for Jiang Zhiwei, Ruan Yushu and Qi Zhengyan to secretly arrive, then take action in a big way. He would act in the open while his friends helped undercover, letting the Ledgerkeeper of Lives and the scholar know what it meant for a situation to run out of control. However, he was already caught in the vortex. Keeping a low profile all the way would only raise others' suspicions. He and Jiang Zhiwei's friendship was no secret, and neither was her current location. Once there was a suspicion, given Wang Siyuan's ability, it was not difficult for him to infer that Jiang Zhiwei would arrive in secret to support Meng Qi.
Therefore, he did what had to be done, as long as they did not create other problems or put him in danger.
"Bring it on, bring it on. I'm not the person I was yesterday," thought Meng Qi to himself. 
In the afternoon, just when Meng Qi had finished his lunch and was working on his breath, there came a series of knocks on his door.
"Brother Jiang, have you gone to look for Qiu Fei's whereabouts?" Meng Qi had just set foot in the courtyard when he naturally felt that it was Jiang Hengchuan outside the door. The man did indeed have a slight flaw in his integration with his surroundings that resulted in a small gap. That was probably why he was never able to consummate his Oneness of Heaven and Men. Otherwise, even with Meng Qi's preliminary adjustment of his Inner World and his exchange with nature, he should not be able to tell it was Jiang Hengchuan.
Jiang Hengchuan looked grave. He glanced at his surroundings, then closed the door behind him. "Master Su, I've found a lead."
His eyebrows were extremely thick, his features plain, and his skin like that of a farmer's. It felt like he was a part of nature, just like the light and dust around him. Yet at the same time, he was like the first ray of light at dawn, or the greenest leaf on a tree. He was also the most special one amongst those in Meng Qi's age group, giving off an ambiguous sentiment of being outstanding.
Previously, Meng Qi had yet to adjust his Inner World and thus his sensing had been poor. Only now was he able to properly discern it.
When he connected it to Jiang Hengchuan's words about how he "trained hard but not to find a master", Meng Qi seemed to be able to make out a truly proud and aloof heart in him.
Aloofness and pride were the real Jiang Hengchuan.
"A lead on Qiu Fei?" Meng Qi's eyes lit up.
Jiang Hengchuan nodded. "Master Su, don't you think the previous events were too coincidental?"
He changed his way of addressing Meng Qi since they had been working together for a while.
"You mean Qiu Fei's going up the mountain several days in a row as if he were waiting for us to find him?" It suddenly hit Meng Qi. He had already felt that it had been too coincidental earlier on, but had subconsciously thought that Qiu Fei's actions would only harm himself.
"Exactly. Since it was supposed to be a secret and there are many experts of the Exterior in the city, he should try to avoid running into them as much as possible. He should try to finish discussing whatever issues with his comrades in one shot as much as possible to avoid revealing his tracks." Jiang Hengchuan's eyes were dark, like that of a hunter.
Meng Qi held his breath and thought about it. "But what good would that do to Qiu Fei? He's ruined his reputation and almost implicated his family."
"It might not have been intentional. Maybe he did have a reason to go to the mountain a few days in a row." Jiang Hengchuan had been considering the possibility for a while. "I did some investigating along this line and discovered that Qiu Fei has recently been meeting someone at Skyfirst No.1 Casino's Dragon-hidden Yard. Hence I wanted to invite you to visit Skyfirst No.1 Casino's true owner, You Shaohui, with me. We'll ask him what kind of people Qiu Fei's been meeting."
Meng Qi did not have an ounce of hesitation, "No problem."
You Shaohui was the brother-in-law of Dajiang Gang's Chief, "Justice" Ye Taoguang. He had barely managed to open his nine acupores from the passing of time and consistent use of elixirs. However, with the reputation of his brother-in-law who was ranked in the Terrestrial Rankings, he had done well with Skyfirst No.1 Casino. There was no one in Jianghu who dared not give him face.
Upon hearing Meng Qi's steady reply, Jiang Hengchuan was initially surprised, but then a smile appeared on his face. "After one night, your confidence seems to have grown by quite a bit."
Meng Qi wordlessly smiled. He simply shook his head at Jiang Hengchuan's words.
...
They waited for an entire two hours. Meng Qi was on the verge of just meditating on the spot instead of wasting his time. After the long wait, You Shaohui finally sent a manager out to invite the two of them in.
Seeing Jiang Hengchuan appear calm and composed with not the slightest hint of annoyance at having to wait, Meng Qi spoke highly of him. The top ten on the Ranking List of Young Masters were indeed worthy of their titles.
"Master Su, you look so at ease. You don't seem to be angry at all at having been belittled. I truly admire you." Jiang Hengchuan praised Meng Qi as well.
Meng Qi chuckled. "Brother Jiang, let's stop flattering each other."
They followed the manager through Skyfirst No.1 Casino's raucous ordinary hall, the VIP room for pro gamblers and down a flight of stairs. Meng Qi spotted a ring, where two people, who had enlightened their Acupores and were of decent strength, were sparring.
Opposite the ring was a protruding platform. There were tables and chairs on it for others to watch the match.
At that point in time, the chairs were mostly empty. The only exceptions were a fat, middle-aged man unceremoniously sitting there and the two masters on either side protecting him. The masters' breaths were long and drawn-out, and they gave off powerful vibes.
"Owner You..." Jiang Hengchuan addressed the man as 'owner' since he owned the casino.
You Shaohui actually had relatively nice features. Were he not plump, he would have been considered a very pretty boy. However, he was so fat that his face just seemed to be full of facial muscles wrapped in flesh.
He raised his hand to cut Jiang Hengchuan off. Without looking at either of them, he asked, "What's the issue?"
It seemed that in his eyes, any Martial Artists not in the Terrestrial Rankings was not considered a master.
"I wanted to ask you about something. While the Wind-chasing Stick was still alive, what kind of people did he meet in Dragon-hidden Yard?" Jiang Hengchuan's self-restraint was remarkable. He did not seem angry in the least.
"Why should I tell you guys?" You Shaohui scoffed. He still had yet to look at Jiang Hengchuan and Meng Qi.
Just as he finished, he thought about it, then looked over at them. There was a ruminating smile on his lips. "I don't have any talent in martial arts, so I can't stand the sight of outstanding youngsters. Since you guys are pretty high up on the Ranking List of Young Masters, I dislike you even more. How about this, you guys have a match with my underlings and show me your kung fu. If I'm satisfied with your performance, I'll consider telling you what you want to know."
"Owner You, we are not performers..." Jiang Hengchuan was cut off by Meng Qi before he could finish.
Meng Qi stepped forward and calmly stared at You Shaohui. "Owner You, I wonder which underling you would like to send out?"
Jiang Hengchuan was about to stop him. He opened his mouth, but eventually no words came out.
You Shaohui roared with laughter, like he was pleased with himself. He pointed at the tall and skinny man at his side. "Ghost Shadow Ding Xiaofeng has yet to enter the Ranking List of Young Masters, but he is only half a step away from unlocking the Hidden Latch of Life and Death. If you can..."
He had just finished introducing the master next to him when all of a sudden, there was a flash of knife energy. It was quick as lightning or thunder, so fast that it completely exceeded his imagination. When he regained his senses, a long saber was already pressed against his neck!
At this moment, Ding Xiaofeng collapsed in front of him. He had still been a tad too slow. The other master's long sword, brimming with Upstanding Qi, made a forceful turn and brushed past Meng Qi. It flew towards the wall opposite and created a mark on it.
"Owner You, we are not performers." Meng Qi smiled at You Shaohui. "With where my hand is right now, your life belongs to me, not you."
His hand holding the sword was unusually stable. It was almost as if it were not You Shaohui's neck beneath the blade, but a mere block of wood.


I care not of my past and neither of my future.
Conquering all heroes and foes while looking with disdain at the horrors of the Samsara, I yearn only for a life of thrilling wonders!
History will repeat itself after many ages as the menace of the Great Calamity rises once more.
Which will rise with triumph in the face of adversity; the Golden Form of the Great Buddha or the invincible Heavenly Taoist Form?
Which will seize all glory amidst all struggles; The Buddha's Palms or the  Seven Strokes of Heaven's Interception?
From the sanctum of the Shaolin Temple, Meng Qi's adventures and struggles through the Samsara begin as we follow his climb to claim the title of "the Unrivaled and the Invincible One"!


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