These are poems or thoughts I’ve written (maybe even some my friends have wrote) and some poems from famous and non famous poets, sometimes there might even be parts of speeches or song lyrics. There will are also some quotes.

NOTE: Anything that says a different name other than “Nekozilla” does not belong to me. Do not steal my works, these are my own personal writings and nobody appreciates a writing thief.

The activities began.
Due to the station head being present here today, many of the other station leaders came down to the event hall as well. The staff who were in charge of the venue were also being more cautious in their work, as they announced in high spirits,"Good afternoon leaders, colleagues, and everyone else. With the bountiful year coming to an end, Central TV is commencing this year's staff calligraphy competition. This event will see very generous prizes be given out, with a laptop for the first prize, a cell phone for the second prize, and 500 yuan worth of call credits for the third prize. Could we please have the contestants come forward to the tables in front to write your calligraphy pieces?"
Nobody moved.
Everyone hesitantly looked at each other, before finally looking at the station head.
"Station Head, why don't you kick off the competition?"
"Yes, Station Head, please do so."
"If only I knew that you'd be taking part, then I wouldn't have joined the competition myself. My writing can't compare to yours, Station Head, so it would be better if I don't embarrass myself."
Hearing that, the station head politely laughed and said,"You all go ahead instead."
Central TV Department 2's director laughed."If you don't start off writing first, I don't think any of us would dare to do so before you."
Seeing that there was really no one who went forward, the station head could only state with a smile,"Alright then, please bear with my pending performance. I will initiate the competition, but the rest will have to depend on all of you." Saying so, the station head walked up to the nearest desk in front of him, then attentively picked up a hand towel to wipe his hands before taking the brush. He dipped the brush into the inkstone full of ink, and then with a look of concentration, put the brush onto the Xuan paper.
With several lively and vigorous strokes!
He had written out a piece in cursive script!
A lot of people were already praising it.
"Good!"
"It's great!"
"Good writing, very good writing!"
"Our station head is truly highly skilled!"
Everyone in the station knew that the station head's calligraphy writing was quite good. There was even a calligraphy scroll written by him that was hanging in the premises of Central TV Tower. Since they knew that the station head had a liking for cursive script, they were not exactly surprised, and instead used this chance to suck up to him.
Seeing this, Zhang Ye felt a little curious. He knew that cursive scripts were the hardest to write. If one was not highly skilled in calligraphy, they probably couldn't write a good line of cursive script. That was why when he walked closer to have a look, he was slightly taken aback by what he saw. He did not say anything and just silently turned back around.
Ha Qiqi looked at him."What's the matter, Director Zhang?"
"It's nothing," Zhang Ye replied quietly.
That cursive script was really not that presentable. It was not bad looking, but it was absolutely not considered good looking either. However, thinking about it, the station head was just a hobbyist after all, so being able to pen it this way was already pretty good. He definitely should not be compared against the likes of a professional calligrapher.
He finished writing.
It was a very simple phrase: Tranquility yields transcendence.
Everyone applauded!
The station head put down the brush and smiled as he waved it off."I've regressed."
Jiang Yuan smiled and said,"If you call that a regression, then other people's calligraphy won't even be worth looking at."
Xu Yipeng brazenly stated,"Station Head, dare I ask on behalf of our Rise to the Dance program team if you would so generous as to bestow upon us this calligraphy piece of yours? Might we deserve that honor?"
The supervisor of Central TV Department 3 interjected,"Station Head, please bestow it upon us instead!"
"Station Head!"
A lot of people were asking for the piece.
The station head chuckled and then had a look at them, but still pointed to Xu Yipeng in the end."Since Little Xu asked first, I will give it to him."
The others could only watch with regret.
Meanwhile, Xu Yipeng, Chen Ye, and a few others were beaming with joy."Thank you, Station Head." Then they turned around and instructed one of the staff members,"Frame it up properly when we get back so that we can hang it up in the office space!"
This act of gifting by the station head had left Yan Tianfei and the people of Department 14 with a peculiar expression.
Whoever asked first would get it? Even if this was a valid reason, was there also a possibility that this was expressing another meaning? But whatever it was, everyone present at the venue could see the station's and station head's supportive attitude of Xu Yipeng, Chen Ye, and the entire Rise to the Dance program team. This support was so great that even a blind man could "see" it.
Unable to help himself, Jiang Yuan peeked at Yan Tianfei.
Quite a number of people were also observing Zhang Ye's reaction.
However, Zhang Ye just showed an indifferent expression and did not seem like he was affected by that action at all.
People were still gradually arriving at the event hall, and at this moment, Central TV Department 11's Director Chen Huo and a deputy director arrived. The moment they saw Zhang Ye near the entrance, they looked sullen. To clarify, they were the earliest group of people from Central TV who had come into contact with Zhang Ye. Back then, during the crosstalk and skit competition, Zhang Ye was one of the competitors who joined. As a result, the competition met with all kinds of incidents and even got foiled by the duo of Zhang Ye and Yao Jiancai. Importantly, the station head of Central TV was a party member within the SARFT's organization. This was a position only afforded to Central TV's station head and also the reason why Central TV had a special status within the industry. But even so, the crosstalk and skit competition was still forcefully ordered to be canceled, so you can imagine just how much trouble was stirred up back then. And that was the reason why Chen Huo and his deputy director did not have any good impression of Zhang Ye.
In the entire Central TV organization, there were just too many people who disliked Zhang Ye!
"Who's next?"
"Let's do it together?"
"Then let's all go up and write our own individual pieces?"
"Hur hur, let's not be polite and just write!"
There were a total of three desks. Everyone slowly gathered around them and humbly insisted for the other contestants to go ahead first. At times, someone would go on up and write their piece, with those observers around praising them when they finished. Then the next person would do the same.
Yan Tianfei also went up to the table and wrote a single word: Bravery! Yan Tianfei had used the regular script in his piece, writing a very large character that took up a foot of the Xuan paper. His calligraphy writing was just like him, with rigid and sharp strokes at the edges and corners, which was also quite a unique style.
Jiang Yuan also went up to write. He wrote in a style that was seemingly a regular script yet also looked like a semi-cursive script. A few strokes were even done in the style of a cursive script, making it look neither here nor there. The standard was very low, but Xu Yipeng, Chen Ye, and many others were still praising and flattering his writing for a long time. But to Zhang Ye, it was simply too ridiculous. A layman might not be able to see it, but how could Zhang Ye not be able to differentiate between good or bad?
Urged on by her boyfriend's encouragement, Department 14's Huang Dandan also went forward to try. Huang Dandan's writing was surprisingly quite good as she wrote a seven character poem by one of the great ancient poets of this world. Her words were very delicate and softly beautiful, which made Zhang Ye's eyes light up when he saw it. [1.]
Zhang Zuo looked at Tong Fu and said,"Your girlfriend's calligraphy writing is that good?"
Tong Fu coughed violently."What girlfriend? We're just friends, just friends."
Actually, everyone already knew that they were a couple, but perhaps because office relationships were still quite frowned upon, they rarely admitted to it.
Gradually, most of the contestants finished penning their pieces.
"Director Xu."
"Why don't you give it a try too?"
"Yeah, teach us a little!"
The Rise to the Dance program team were making a commotion over there. With the imminent announcement of the viewership ratings, they were all feeling full of confidence right now. In a good mood, they had a lot more to say. Besides, in the entirety of Central TV, only their program team had the highest viewership ratings, the highest investment amount, and carried the most expectations from the leaders, so they could afford to act so proudly. Any other program teams without good viewership ratings would never dare to be so showy in public like they were.
Xu Yipeng laughed."Then allow me to embarrass myself!"
He went forward.
Picked up the brush.
And started writing.
With a flourish of the brush, the piece that he was writing turned out to be "Spring in Qin Garden: Plum."
Spring in Qin Garden was not about a garden named Qin during springtime, but a ci tune similar to that of a song. From the ancient times, it was one of the fixed-tone tunes anyone could fill in with the appropriate words. Spring in Qin Garden already existed in this world prior and was also referred to as a ci tune. The poem Shuidiao Getou, which Zhang Ye had written during the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meet, was also based on this tune and this established history did not differ much from his previous world.
Of course, the poem that Xu Yipeng wrote was not his original composition, and neither was he capable of doing so. This "Spring in Qin Garden: Plum" was written by an ancient poet of this world who wasn't too well known. As such, not a lot of people had came across it before. Unlike Zhang Ye's previous world, there were not too famous works based on Spring in Qin Garden in this world. Among all the ci tunes passed down from ancient times, Spring in Qin Garden was considered to be one of the least known ones. There were hardly any good works using this tune, and if one did not research on this topic professionally, they might not even know that a ci tune like Spring in Qin Garden existed."Spring in Qin Garden: Plum" might even possibly be one of the more well-known ones, as there was a historical story that mentioned it. [2.]
Xu Yipeng moved his brush around suavely as he wrote out the poem.
Everyone applauded incessantly!
"Nicely written!"
"Director Xu's calligraphy is really good!"
"What a great 'Spring in Qin Garden: Plum'!"
The poem was very lengthy and Xu Yipeng was fully focused on writing for a long time. Perhaps because of the presence of so many leaders, or because of the station head gifting his writing to him, Xu Yipeng was more roused. He wished to perform to his best and was so engrossed that beads of sweat started forming on his temples—which of course also had to do with the fact that the event hall's internal heating was too strong.
"Good writing, the poem is very good too!"
"I know this poem. Even though it's not very well-known, I still especially like it. If the original poet were more famous, this poem would definitely be much more well-known!"
"I like it too!"
"This is the first time I've come across this poem. It's great!"
"How can it not be good. Every time a staff calligraphy competition is held, as long as Director Xu participates, he will surely place within the top three!"
He finished writing.
Xu Yipeng said to everyone,"Please excuse my poor writing."
Everyone started clapping.
Even Huang Dandan subconsciously followed them and clapped along. Although she felt that her own writing was quite good, but when compared with Xu Yipeng, she knew that she was still lagging behind by a large margin, especially since the poem he chose was also very good. However, when she remembered that he was her competitor, Huang Dandan immediately put down her hands and stopped clapping.
Zhang Ye was also quite shocked and was very surprised that Xu Yipeng could write so well. He might not have seen everyone's writing, but of those that he did, Xu Yipeng's calligraphy piece probably stood out the most.
The station head walked over and admired the calligraphy piece for a long time. Then, he nodded and declared,"Good calligraphy!"
Xu Yipeng said humbly,"It can't compare to yours."
The station head shook his head and laughed."It's much better than mine. I saw your calligraphy a few years ago. Your calligraphy is probably considered one of the best among the amateur calligraphy hobbyists!"
Jiang Yuan added,"It's even comparable to that of a professional's!"
Was there a hidden meaning to that?
A professional?
Some people looked at Zhang Ye.
Ha Qiqi was a little hesitant, but she asked Zhang Ye quietly,"Director Zhang, Xu Yipeng's calligraphy looks rather good. Are you…" She did not know how to appreciate calligraphy nor claimed to understand it much.
Zhang Zuo, Tong Fu, and the others also did not know what would be considered good or bad, but when they heard the station head saying that he admired Xu Yipeng's writing, they also lost some of their confidence.
When Zhang Ye heard that, he chuckled."It is indeed quite good."
Little Wang responded,"Then what about your calligraphy? How does it compare to his?"
Compared to his?
Compared to Xu Yipeng's?
Zhang Ye did not say anything. He really did not know how he would answer that question, because if he did, it would make him feel like he was degrading himself!


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

"I'm sooooooo bored!! Ughhh....." lazily complained a young woman with startling white hair that was wearing a fur coat as it was winter currently. She was lying flat on her back, staring at the ceiling aimlessly while fiddling with a mandarin. Her name was Wang Xinya.

She laid behind a wooden table that had 2 teacups arranged neatly on a porcelain plate together with a teapot; one cup had the phrase: "So many times you felt sad about the past, yet the mountain still sits there when the cold wind blows."(1) written on it(this is the English translation of a part of a chinese poem, PS: this translation is not actually very accurate), drawn around the phrase were beautiful white and yellow chrysanthemum blossoms, threaded between the chrysanthemums were peach blossoms, blooming around the peach blossoms were beautiful yet tragic red spider lilies. The other teacup had sprawling branches of plum blossoms curved around a phrase combined with the plum blossoms were delicate orchids, perched upon the plum blossoms were a magnificent and imposing yet lonely phoenix, written inside this cage of flowers was the phrase: "While the wildfires rage, once the spring wind arrives, the wild grass will bloom again."(2)(Again, this is just part of a whole poem but a very famous poem about wild grass, it's actually: While the wildfires rage, once spring wind arrives, they will bloom again.) but barely noticeable; written beside the phrase was a small character that meant betrayal.

(Author's note: This is some heavy symbolism so....you better start googling. Cuz I'm foreshadowing)


"Miss, if you're so bored, why don't you do these paperwork yourself." replied another woman, she had looks that could cause the downfall of nation, you could have easily mistaken her for being a goddess if not for the fact that she was sorting through some documents with a wry smile. 

"Remind me, what did I hire you for?" replied the pessimistic young woman groggily, as she slowly got up, stretching sleepily, letting out a wide yawn before turning around to face her subordinate. She slammed the mandarin in her hands on the table lazily.

"To be your bodyguard?" answered the subordinate.

"Nope! To do my paperwork!" 

"Miss, since you're so bored, how about returning?"

"Returning? Where?"

"Miss...don't play dumb. You know where. The capital of course, where else."

"Are you crazy? What for?"

"What if the Master notices something wrong with Qiu Rou's disguise?"

"Oh. I would be flattered if my 'dearest' father even payed enough attention to me, his bastard 'son'!" she snorted sarcastically.

"Miss...the Master genuinely cares for you, he just doesn't know how to show it."

"Hmph! That damned drunkard father of mine cares for me?! If that happens, then the sun must have risen from the West! Not like that would happen in a million years!" 

"Miss...y-"

Just then, the door slammed open, a burly youth stood at the door, huffing and puffing, "Miss-" he was about to say, but then, a stunning young lady barged in. 

"You have to help me!" the young lady declared.

"Uhh....who are you?" Wang Xinya said with a tilt of her head.

"Wait..." the young girl's eyebrows were knitted together in confusion as she muttered to herself, "Could it be!? That I'm at the wrong place? But...I'm sure this is where 'The Red Spider Lily of The Alliance of Heroes' stay at...hmmm. I know! I'll ask them for directions!" She turned around and said "Hi, uhmm, sorry for barging in, I think I got the wrong place. Can you please tell me where is 'The Red Spider Lily of The Alliance of Heroes' stay?"


"Why? Are you looking for her?" she asked, a smile tugging at her lips, finally! She wouldn't be so bored now! 


"Uhh, yeah! Do you know her?"


"Of course I would know myself! Hmm...I never thought my nickname would be so famous, right...Qiu Hua?"


"Uhhh....Miss, I think it would be quite the contrary, uhh...you know: infamous.. Yeah..."


"You know...."


"Yeah? Know what?"


"I really want to strangle you..."


"You're joking right? Right? Right, Miss?"


"I'm not joking, try me!"


"Miss....don't stress your body!"


"Haha. You think that'll work on me? Obviously, you won't lay a hand on me at all. So....I can bully you all I want! Mwahahahahahaahahaha!"


"Miss..."


"As long as you beg me...maybe I'll let you go?" And so begin cat and mouse chase between the master and subordinate.

They call her the Red Spider Lily of The Alliance of Heroes; they say she is vicious, cruel and ruthless but...what they don't know is that: she is easily bored, pessimistic and slothful, she lives a boring life. That was how she lived, until...she meets her perfect foil: a truly hard-working, innocent and forgiving daughter of a 'treacherous' general. The 2 embark on an adventure to restore the former glory of her father.

"Lord Gu Masters, please come in!" The waiter bent his back as he invited Hua Song and An Chong into the shop.
"This is a famous teahouse of the capital city, it is very crowded, I have come here many times in the past." Hua Song transmitted as he explained to An Chong.
The two had disguised as Gu Masters as they came to the capital city of Profound Literature grotto-heaven.
An Chong was more willing to observe the capital city from above the clouds. But since Hua Song had such interests, he could only accompany the person who invited him.
"I want a table on the fifth floor." Hua Song was very familiar with this place.
The two came to the fifth floor, they entered the room and saw through the windows that the streets were bustling with people outside, the street with the bronze gate where the first round of the competition was held was completely packed with people.
"These are the current generation scholars of my Profound Literature grotto-heaven, they are the hope of our future as well. Please observe." Hua Song sighed as he handed a rank five investigative Gu worm to An Chong, it could observe the target's talent qi.
An Chong took a look and used it immediately, his field of vision changing immediately. He could now see the talent qi above the heads of countless scholars. These talent qi had all sorts of colors, some were taller than others, they all had different forms, it was an eye-opener.
"Since you have such a Gu worm to observe talent qi, what is the point of holding this competition?" An Chong asked.
Hua Song chuckled: "You might not know, talent qi is like cultivation level, even if one possesses a larger talent qi, they might not be able to use it properly in actual competition. Furthermore, this competition requires them to make poems on the spot, they cannot cheat. We want to test the upbringing of these scholars, some who have abundant talent qi might not have sufficient inspiration to create the highest quality poems."
An Chong nodded: "I see that the formations here are interlinked, they are able to amplify the creative thinking of the scholars?"
Hua Song nodded: "Indeed, you are very perceptive! Within the immortal formation, scholars are able to display greater abilities than usual, they will make full use of their talents."
As they spoke, the door was knocked.
After getting Hua Song's permission, the waiter brought over an array of dishes and wine.
"Eight treasure duck, golden thread crispy sparrow, panda crab meat, they are all signature dishes of our teahouse, please enjoy the food." The waiter said.
Hua Song gave the waiter one primeval stone as a tip before he left the room.
Hua Song explained to An Chong: "Envoy, even though the tea here is mortal tea, it was created by Lord Hua Yu in his youth, when he was still a rank four Gu Master, he became the top scholar and thus this tea was named by him as the top scholar tea."
"Oh?" An Chong became interested now, this was the creation of a rank eight Gu Immortal in his youth.
"Then I will have to savor this well." An Chong drank it, he shut his eyes as he tasted the tea, in a daze, he felt a rush of excitement in his heart, it was as if he had attained success after decades of hard work, he finally gained the reputation and fame that he deserved, life was at its peak!
"Good tea, good tea." An Chong praised sincerely: "Even though this is a mortal tea, it has a trace of human path ingenuity within it!"
During the fate war, Central Continent's Heavenly Court used multiple human path killer moves with shocking power, the entire world knew about it. Thus, human path became renowned in the world, everyone knew about it.
While the two immortals were enjoying their tea, the bronze gate of the first competition ground opened slowly.
The crowd of people waiting before the gate erupted into a huge commotion.
"It's opening, it's opening!"
"Don't squeeze."
"Quickly let me in."
The crowds charged through the gate.
Li Xiao Bai was among them, but he was at the back instead.
He moved along with the people as he analyzed the rules of this competition.
"The world poetry competition has eighteen rounds, each one has a question, everyone has to answer it, regardless of how many people, their final product will be assessed and only half will be able to pass."
"Towards the later rounds, the numbers will continue being halved. Like this, once someone passes all eighteen rounds, they will fulfill the condition."
"If someone fails once, they will have to return to the previous round. If they keep losing and fall out of the first round, they will be out."
"However, this poetry competition will last for seven days. Everyone has three opportunities to try even if they get kicked out of the first round."
"This way, Profound Literature grotto-heaven will be able to pick the most eligible Gu Immortal seeds. Even if someone makes a mistake, they will have a chance to try again. But if any scholar fails to perform throughout the seven days, it will mean that they are not up to standard, they are not qualified to receive the grotto-heaven's help to become an immortal."
Li Xiao Bai retracted his thoughts, he had already arrived at the first arena.
The arena was large but packed with scholars.
There were males and females, young and old, the number of people exceeded the thousands.
This was just the first day.
Li Xiao Bai waited for another fifteen minutes in the arena before all of the scholars had joined the first round.
There was truly a sea of people, the liveliness was overwhelming.
Thankfully, the first arena was an immortal formation space, it could expand casually and hold so many scholars without problems.
Bang… bang… bang!
As the drums rolled, a voice was transmitted into the scholars' minds: "World poetry competition, first question — Spring, the time limit is five minutes."
After saying that, the voice vanished.
"The first question is spring?"
Many scholars frowned while many scholars showed happy expressions.
Li Xiao Bai thought to himself: "There are simply too many spring poems in existence, this question seems really easy. After all, most scholars would have some sort of verses related to this theme. Even though the world poetry competition requires the creation of poems on the spot, a person can easily modify existing verses to create their own new poems."
"But in reality, this question is quite the tough one." Li Xiao Bai had an expression of deep thought.
He knew that his poem was going to compete against the surrounding people. As long as he was stronger than half of them, he would progress to the next stage.
Many scholars noticed this as well.
Many people started to think, some sat down on the ground while others paced around with their arms behind their backs, some lowered their heads, muttering softly to themselves.
Li Xiao Bai's thought was: "Which poem do I use, or steal?"
There were many spring related poems in his memory, they were all amazing classics.
But using a legendary classic from the start was not good, this would not allow Li Xiao Bai to explain himself in the future. He did not have top tier talent qi, if he took out a shocking poem now, he would attract suspicion.
If his luck was good now, Li Xiao Bai might take slight risks. But now that he was having bad luck, Li Xiao Bai decided to play safe.
While Li Xiao Bai was thinking about it, many scholars already started to make their poems.
Thus, all kinds of lights shining in all colors, weak or strong, appeared. Whenever the light fades from a scholar's body, they would have some gains.
Some gained Gu worms, some gained a rise in cultivation level, some recovered primeval essence, while others recovered from fatigue.
This was the killer move known as assisting literary talents.
Profound Literature grotto-heaven's creator, its original owner, had used this move before his death. Because of assisting literary talents, more and more scholars were encouraged to study, it eventually created the environment of Profound Literature grotto-heaven where most people were scholars.
Li Xiao Bai decided on his poem.
He coughed lightly before starting his recital.
"A moonlit night[1]."
"Deep into the night the moon shines on half a cottage, across the sky the Big Dipper lies, the Little Dipper tilts an incline."
"The warmth of spring is readily felt tonight, through the green window screen, insects buzz and hum."
After Li Xiao Bai finished his recital, a light buzzing noise could be heard around him, his entire body shined in an intense green light.
Whoosh.
The scholars around Li Xiao Bai felt an invisible pressure as the green light forced them to move aside, a huge empty space was created with Li Xiao Bai at the center.
"Such, such a strong light!"
"A famed poem has appeared!"
"To think that a famed poem would appear so quickly. I wonder who created it?"
Many scholars lost their train of thought, they all looked towards Li Xiao Bai with admiration and suspicion.
Li Xiao Bai had a calm expression but he was a little conflicted inside: "Sigh, I went overboard a little, the effect was so eye-catching, I gained too much attention."
He looked around, hoping someone would step up and take the attention away from him.
As the green light entered his aperture, his cultivation level rose.
"Oh! A famed poem has appeared, let me go read it." At the teahouse, Hua Song had a sensation.
After reading Li Xiao Bai's work, Hua Song nodded in satisfaction: "Brilliant, brilliant! This Li Xiao Bai is very young but his poems are very mature."
"Normally, spring poems would use verses involving greenery or peach blossoms. But this poem uses another train of thought, using the night scene to conceal the spring light, it is quite interesting."
"The final verse must be created using Li Xiao Bai's personal experiences. It has a refreshing, happy, and lively feeling."
"Poems take after the creator, this Li Xiao Bai has a superb mindset!"
Hua Song praised it for a while, as if he had just eaten a delicacy of the world. He looked at An Chong as he smiled: "I wonder what envoy thinks of this poem?"
An Chong felt a headache as he thought: "If you didn't tell me, I wouldn't know what's so good about this poem. Sigh, he wants me to critique it, what should I say?"
[1] Poem by Liu Fangping.


With his Three Fundamental Views* unrighteous, the demon is reborn.
An old dream in the ancient days, a new author with an identical name.
An old story about a time traveler who was constantly being reborn.
An eccentric world that grows, cultivates, and uses Gu. 
The Spring Autumn Cicada, Moonlight Gu, Liquor worm, Comprehensive Golden Light Worm, Fine Black Hair Gu, Hope Gu. . . . . .
And a peerless great demon that freely acts to his heart’s content.
Translator's Synopsis: 
A story of a villain, Fang Yuan who was reborn 500 years into the past with the Spring Autumn Cicada he painstakingly refined. With his profound wisdom, battle and life experiences, he seeks to overcome his foes with skill and wit! Ruthless and amoral, he has no need to hold back as he pursues his ultimate goals. In a world of cruelty where one cultivates using Gu - magical creatures of the world - Fang Yuan must rise up above all with his own power.
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Gu is a legendary venomous insect, often used in black magic practices. It can take on the form of several insects, usually snakes, crickets, worms etc.
* = one's world view, values of worth and philosophy on life 


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

"Liquor is like a knife. It cuts your throat as you swallow."
'Fire Blade' was a type of spirits. It was also an inexpensive alcohol.
Normally, people would think that good liquor was expensive while cheap liquor was low-quality alcohol. But that was not necessarily true. Liquor was generally not something good so there's no such thing as good liquor.
Shen Lian would drink once in a while too but he usually would drink the 'Lvyi' rice wine. That type of rice wine was low alcohol content.
The taste of spirits hitting your throat sure was not a good feeling. Furthermore, Fire Blade was the type of alcohol with high alcohol content.
Shen Lian was not taking sips and instead was gulping down bowls of it. If one were accustomed to the gentle side of him, they would not believe this bold drinker was, in fact, Shen Lian. Bai Yufei too was surprised.
He was the one who bought drinks and peanuts for Shen Lian.
That was all he could afford with his wages.
Although Shen Lian owns the place and he could have easily requested for any dishes, Shen Lian only wanted the wine and dishes prepared by Bai Yufei.
Bai Yufei too felt the same.
"I've never thought you would drink so boldly." Bai Yufei patted Shen Lian's shoulder with a hint of drunkenness. It was not his first time drinking with other people but it was a different ball game drinking with Shen Lian. Shen Lian possessed a special kind of charisma that would give people around him a peace of mind. If he became a friend, he would definitely be the person one can rely on.
Bai Yufei was usually more cautious when he drank with other people. But with Shen Lian, he believed that everything would be fine. This was Shen Lian, the one and only Shen Lian in this universe.
"Am I not a bold person?" Shen Lian replied tipsily. Although slightly intoxicated, his eyes were still sharp and clear.
"Nope, you are not!" Bai Yufei laughed.
"Then what about you?" Shen Lian asked.
"What?" Bai Yufei was showing signs of intoxication. Next to his feet lined ten earthen jars of liquor. If any ordinary person consumed ten earthen jars of liquor, he would be totally wasted.
Bai Yufei was still able to stand strong. His practice of Qinggong had helped him keep his balance although he was drunk.
"I was asking, are you a bold person?" Shen Lian increased his volume and this time Bai Yufei heard him loud and clear.
"I am someone who is afraid to be bold," Bai Yufei laughed again. When you're drinking you would think that you're speaking in a loud voice but that's not necessarily the case. However, Shen Lian was able to hear his answer crystal clear.
Shen Lian patted Bai Yufei shoulder without saying anything. At this point, there was nothing much left to say. All they could do was drink.
Shen Lian was in fact drunk.
Jokes and plans for world domination could not beat one good night of heavy drinking.
Drinking at his inn with his employee.
Bai Yufei had no hidden intentions or so. All he wanted was to drink with Shen Lian. That was also why Shen Lian agreed to drink with him.
The reason why Shen Lian was not a very bold person was due to his insecurities.
Bai Yufei, on the other hand, was actually a very bold person. But he did not have many friends and that was why he was afraid of being bold. He knew that once the thrills of being bold were over, there might not be any other opportunities for him to be bold again.
That night, the two men were drunk to their core.
It was already noon by the time Shen Lian opened his eyes.
That was the first time in the two years where he woke up late. He did not manage to sleep well as the hangover kicked in.
He drank way too much the night before.
Bai Yufei collapsed by the time he hit the 12th earthen jar. At that point, Shen Lian was still partially sober.
By the time Shen Lian passed out, he did not know how much he had drunk.
He too was not aware that Bai Yufei was not the only one who paid for the drinks. Steward Wu contributed to the bill too.
The bed was soft and comfortable but the weather outside was unforgivingly cold.
During days like that, a majority of people would just stay in bed.
There was a popular saying that went, "why sleep for so long when you can sleep forever once you are dead."
However, Shen Lian was one of the minorities.
When he walked down to the lounge of the inn, Bai Yufei had already reported for work. He looked hard working as usual and no one could tell that his real identity was actually a world-famous thief.
The higher you soar, the more you would enjoy the down-to-earth feeling.
Bai Yufei's martial arts skills were not top-notched but Shen Lian believed given ten or twenty years, Bai Yufei would peak.
It was a pity that he had no fate with the road to Dao. But that was not something worthy to be sad about.
There were just way too many people who were fated to be part of neither Dao nor Jianghu. Instead, they lived an ordinary life.
Steward Wu handed Shen Lian an invitation. It was an invitation to Shen Ruoxi's poetry gathering.
A purple invitation signified an honorable invitation.
A poetry gathering by Shen Ruoxi was big news to the city.
Entertainment was limited during the bitter winter. Initially, Shen Ruoxi only invited a couple of familiar faces to her gathering. Who knew that it would turn out to be a hit among people?
The plum blossom appreciation and poetry gathering were held at the manor of the Shen residence. Horse carriages filled the roads, a huge crowd turned up for the party.
From talented men, beautiful women to wealthy merchants, there were, however, no sights of commoners.
The type of people who would be bored during winter were not commoners who were busy making a living.
Poor people would not have first world problems such as being too bored due to the lack of entertainment. When one was poor, a slice of meat or a glass of wine was the highest form of enjoyment.
Shen Ruoxi was from a wealthy family. In her lifetime, she would never understand poverty.
Young girls were generally poetic. But young girls from a poor family had no choice but to suppress their poetic intention.
Shen Ruoxi was very fortunate. She could compose her own poem or she could just get someone to write one for her.
The Qing State had always been a place that lacked literature. By the time the party ended, no one heard of anything impressive. However, everyone present was in good mood.
"The plum blossoms thrive in the wintery forest, 
Not mingling with the plums and peaches to be reduced to secular;
Suddenly, the refreshing fragrance permeates through the night, 
It scattered became the new spring of the world."
The poem was recited deliberately but it did not mask the elegance of the poem.
The crowd's face changed color when they heard the poem.
A couple of scholars could not help but bow down to this poem that was destined to spread through the ages.
The charm of this poem lies in the meaning that goes beyond border, class and even culture.
A man's nature was good at birth. It was the materialistic approach to life that caused people to be vain and calculative.
The charm of a song of a thousand years old lies in its ability to bring out the good in humanity.
Shen Ruoxi stood on the stage with a veil covering her face. She saved this poem for the last.
The settings of the poem were quiet and calm. Even though people have memorized the poem, Shen Ruoxi could not help but feel a sense of loss after hearing for the second time.
She felt that she knew a little bit more about her cousin now.
Unfortunately, Shen Lian was not by her side. Her eyes scanned the crowd and she could not find him among the audience.
She did not notice someone waved to her and disappeared into the winter night.
The twelfth month of the lunar year came to an end. Spring was to approach soon.


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.

The wealthy families had originally planned to hold a meeting in seven days, but now, they realized that the Wei Wu Army were traveling very quickly. They traveled over 500 kilometers per day. Everything was too sudden and they could no longer wait.
Of course, if they knew that the Imperial Palace Soldiers had left the Wei Wu Army, they would panic even more.
In reality, they wanted to use this meeting as a cover to do something else. Lu Shu was using the Imperial Dragon Soldiers to attract the attention of everyone, right?
The Imperial Dragon Soldiers was like a lamp. Their travel route had been exposed to the wealthy families in the palace and other powers. But who would have thought that Lu Shu had reached the palace, and that the Imperial Palace Soldiers had left the group?
This was the reason why Lu Shu had to leave Lu Xiaoyu with the army. Lu Xiaoyu now controlled five masters. Not everyone could attack them, even if they wanted to.
Lu Shu and Lu Xiaoyu had discussed it after Duanmu huangqi's death and Lu Xiaoyu captured his spirit. After all, Duanmu Huangqi was the strongest person in the West Region. He even had the divine power of Black White Reversal.
But in the end, Lu Shu changed his plan and let Lu Xiaoyu capture the spirits of the other two masters. After three days, these two spirits materialized from the black hole.
Although they were weaker than Duanmu Huangqi, but in addition to Lu Xiaoyu, the Imperial Dragon Soldiers would have six masters. There was no one who could easily injure the Imperial Dragon Soldiers. After all, the Imperial Dragon Soldiers were not weak either.
The Imperial Dragon Soldiers was not a typical army in the realm of cultivation. This was what the wealthy families from the palace were most afraid of.
The King's Studies scholars were very relaxed. To them, no matter how large the disturbance was, it would not affect them. They did not need to fight for authority. They had never provoked any officials either.
They were the people who were least worried about the Wei Wu Army. After all, there was no conflict of interest.
To the King's Scholars, no matter who eventually became the ruler, all of them had to respect the old King of Gods. This was politically correct.
The King's Studies scholars enjoyed preferential treatment wherever they went. Some scholars even started to develop in a troublesome manner. Those who did not respect the scholars would be deemed as disrespectful towards the old King of Gods.
Of course, they were not particularly demanding. After all, they were also afraid of dying…
While the wealthy families from the palace were discussing their problems, the King's Studies scholars prepared for their own discussion. They even loudly publicized their discussion. For example, they said that a famous teacher would come, or a teacher had an important argument to present.
Not only were there wealthy families in the palace, there were also sons of typical rich families. People everywhere posed as lovers of cultures. The King's Studies discussion would become a grand ceremony.
The civilians were slow in thought when it came to politics. No matter how their rulers clashed, or how unpredictable they were, they only found out later, or felt detached from the situation. The conflicts among the upper classes did not have much to do with them. 
This often happened in history. There were places where violent fight were happening, while in other prosperous cities that had never experienced war, sons of rich families were singing and visiting prostitutes. It was very normal.
Thus, when the news that the West Capital had been destroyed, the wealthy families from the palace panicked, but the lower and middle classes thought about whether it was time to go rowing in the Long Yin River. 
No. More accurately, some people had started to go rowing in the Long Yin River.
The King's Studies poetry session was held at the Peach Blossom Association. It was said that the association had obtained its name from one of the poems written by the old King of Gods. "I don't know where beauty has gone, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze."
The owner of the Peach Blossom Association was a wealthy and high-ranking person from the palace. He did not use this status to earn money. Instead, he preferred to discuss the King's Studies with scholars.
In the end, a small association that did not even intend to earn money saw more and more lovers of culture gather. Everyday, they lavished praises on the old King of Gods. Then, they discussed their points of view and new poems.
Slowly, 100 years passed. This place became the biggest association in the palace. It became the most "elegant" place to the civilians in the palace as well.
The owner of the association did not expect this to happen. He had just done this for fun, but it became the most lucrative business in their family.
Of course, the success of the Peach Garden Association could not be replicated. The old King of Gods had traveled incognito to this place and written "obedient" on the wall.
When this was revealed, the King's Studies scholars went crazy and visited this sacred site. To Lu Shu, the people who were best at currying favor with the old King of Gods were none other than the King's Studies scholars.
Till today, many scholars gathered outside the Peach Garden Association. Lu Shu stood by the side and happily looked at them. The scholars greeted one another when they saw other scholars. The first thing they said was a poem that included the words "peach blossom". The other person would have to reply with another poem that included the words "peach blossom".
A poetry session became like a gathering of spies. Those who disagreed with the poems did not dare to bring it up. Furthermore, they had to say something related to peach blossoms!
Lu Shu blended in. Although he had forgotten most of the poems he had learned after two years of training, he felt that it was enough for him to remember "but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze".
Many people greeted Lu Shu. Everyone would greet the person they met, whether or not they recognized them.
Someone said, "A cluster of peach blossoms with no owner bloom in splendor."
Lu Shu replied, "But the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze."
Someone said, "The mountains are filled with red peach blossoms."
Lu Shu replied, "But the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze."
No matter what the other person said, Lu Shu managed to blend in with this one poem. Lu Shu had even thought about it. After greeting two people, he was still safe. This time, his character did not collapse as quickly. He had improved!
Suddenly, a young man walked past Lu Shu. He looked at Lu Shu and smiled. "But the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze!"
Lu Shu sighed. "… you are off track."
The young man was speechless.
Before the young man could react, Lu Shu had put him in the celestial map. When passers-by saw this, they thought that there was something wrong with their eyes. Furthermore, it was too crowded here and no one took any further notice.
At that moment, Sun Zhongyang was doing homework in the celestial map. A young man suddenly appeared in front of him. Sun Zhongyang was excited. "Can I ask you something? Brother, are you from the Luniverse?"
The young man was still dumbfounded. "Yes, I am."
"What happened to the West Capital? Who is the Lord of Heaven there?" Sun Zhongyang asked.
"The West Lord of Heaven is now Sun Xunwen. Where am I?" The young man had a classic expression on his face. Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing…
But when he realized that Sun Zhongyang was in front of him, he started laughing wildly. Furthermore, he suddenly felt that Sun Zhongyang looked very familiar. "Wait. Aren't you Sun Zhongyang from the Sun family? You are the son of the Lord of Heaven!"


Magical energy has come to this world; Lu Shu could only stare as one powerhouse after another appear.

Looking at his own peculiar ability, he exhaled a breath of cold air.

Dog balls!

...

This is a story of how Lu Shu used poisonous chicken soup to become the Demon King

Translator Synopsis:

This is the story of an orphan, Lu Shu. He is not any regular orphan, but a metahuman experiencing the changes in himself, his country and the world during the dawn of the magical era. Watch as Lu Shu embarks on a journey to hone his peculiar abilities together with his sister, the adorable and charismatic Lu Xiaoyu. Along the way, they’ll encounter supernatural events, obstacles and even the most powerful people in their country. How will Lu Shu make the best of his abilities and oust his never-ending list of rivals and opponents?


After the poem was read, the entire room was quiet.  
Zhang Zian sincerely hoped that he was the only one who understood the dirty poem, otherwise it'd so embarrassing.　　 
Fina and the others didn't understand it, but judging from Richard's smirk and Zhang Zian's embarrassed face, they could guess that it wasn't a decent poem.　　 
"Meow! What does the poem mean?" Snowy Lionet asked.　　
"Quack! It's fine if you don't understand it. The poem is from A Collection of Classic Chinese Jokes, so it's out of date. To make it modern, I made some revisions. Please, listen," Richard shrank its neck and cleverly dodged a slipper that Zhang Zian threw, then it continued:
"Sitting alone at the desk, my hands are my wives. I'll never mention this to anybody;　
A Japanese girl on the screen, tissues lined up on the desk.　　 
Up and down, the story gets better. Fast and quick, my eyes are misty;　　 
As drops fall on the floor, millions of offspring turn into mud!" 　　 
Richard dodged slippers, socks, gloves, brooms and charging cables. It finally finished reading the poem." 　　
"Quack! The poem doesn't have a title, but I'd like to call it Nothing but Faithful Hands. What do you think?" It hid behind a shelf mischievously, winking at Zhang Zian.
Zhang Zian had thrown everything he could find, but still couldn't shut the parrot up. He held his phone in his hands, but decided not to throw it after all.
Snowy Lionet frowned, as if it understood. It spat on the ground in disgust. "You guys are disgusting."
Zhang Zian wanted to clarify that he preferred western videos, but he couldn't explain it explicitly, otherwise he'd fall right into Richard's trap. The more he tried to clarify, the worse he'd make himself look.　　 
This made him even more angry, so he pointed at Richard and said, "You've always been dirty. Today, you're dirtier than the gutters. Tonight, I'll spank you and make your bottom red!" 　　
Richard had been suppressing itself for a long time, and today, it finally got a chance to let loose. It screamed, "Quack! My past dirtiness isn't worth bragging about. Today, I'm wild and free, my dirtiness is without borders!"　　 
Old Time Tea took a deep breath. It patted its chest and said, "At least it didn't claim to be innocent."　　 
Zhang Zian glared at Richard. It couldn't hide behind the shelf forever, it'd have to come out to sleep sooner or later.　　 
Famous woke up because of Richard's loudness. It shook its fur coat and stood up. "I fully support Pi's novel. It's the only who uses my real name, after all."　　
"What's so hard about writing a novel? I could write one if I wanted." Richard said with pride.　　 
"You? Give me a break. Your novel would be censored." Zhang Zian would never take on such responsibility, letting Richard write a novel wasn't an option. 
He heard that people had been sentenced for publishing dirty articles online. It'd be horrific if Richard's filthy novels caught the Internet Police's attention. The Internet Police would never believe that the novel was written by a parrot, so they'd throw Zhang Zian in prison. He'd be molested in the prison, his butt would turn into a sunflower by the time he came out. 　　 
"Writing a novel isn't easy," Old Time Tea said, turning off the TV and taking a sip of tea. "A novel can be written to secure a stable life and fortune, to pass on lost teachings, or to establish peace for future generations. Various people can write the same story and the story will be different every time."　　
Its thoughts wandered, as if it travelled back into the desolate valley and listened to the young lady reading Kong Yiji. In that world, there was no Famous or Galaxy. In that time, it learned that some stories weren't written to make people laugh, some stories were written to expose the darkness and unfairness of society.　　 
Zhang Zian listened carefully, but that type of story was clearly not suitable for online literature.　　 
"Meow! Galaxy wants to hear Pi's story!" Galaxy's eyes were glistening. "Galaxy wants to hear Pi's story, too!"　
Zhang Zian hesistated. "Pi's story?"　　
"Meow! Pi's story," Galaxy said seriously.　　 
Richard stuck its head out from behind the shelf. "Quack? Did I hear it correctly? What's the difference between the two?"　　 
Galaxy nodded. "Meow! There's a difference!"　　
Zhang Zian was also confused. What the heck did it mean?　　 
He thought about Galaxy's words. He wasn't sure if he imagined the shift in intonation as Galaxy spoke. The first "Pi's story" was uttered in one breath, but the second time it said "Pi's story," the stress was on "Pi." Of course, he could be overthinking. 　　
If he didn't overthink, what story did Pi have? 　　 
At the end of the day, Pi was 3.1415926. What was the meaning of the numbers? 
He wanted to ask Meng Li, but he had gone home for the Spring Festival and he didn't have his contact information. Even if he managed to find the information, it'd be rude to bother him when he was with his family. 　　 
Zhang Zian knew that he couldn't figure it out anytime soon, as math had always been his worst subject. He said, "Fine. Pi's story and Pi's story. First, let's talk about the story written by Pi. I'll get to the story of Pi later."　　 
He clicked open Pi's novel, and started reading from the beginning.　
As time went by, the restless elfins slowly became interested, and listened quietly. 
"Wait a minute!" Fina suddenly jumped out her tree, as if its tail had been stepped on. It spoke furiously, "What's up with the A Dream of Two Thousand Years chapter? I didn't visit you, an earthly man, in the middle of the night. That's an insult to me." 　
Zhang Zian thought it was unlikely as well. Pi said it was "70% truth and 30% made up," but Pi clearly wasn't good at making up stories. It didn't do a good job of setting up Fina's character either. He said with an apologetic smile, "It's a novel, nothing more. Don't take it seriously!"　　 
Fina looked away, pouting. "You must tell Pi that this chapter must be revised, otherwise it's an embarrassment to me."　
"All right, no problem. I'll tell it in a minute," Zhang Zian said just to shut it up. He wasn't about to bother Pi, besides Fina would forget about it shortly.　　 
He continued reading.　　
After reading a few more chapters, Richard's duck-like voice was back.　　
"Quack! Stop! I think I saw an interesting comment from a reader."　　 
Before Zhang Zian noticed, Richard landed quietly on the display cabinet behind him, staring at his phone screen. In the Qidian app, the readers' comments were visible after each chapter, the most anticipated comments were at the top. One comment was particularly eye-catching. He wanted to pretend that he didn't see it, but he knew that Richard saw it.　　 
Zhang Zian realized that sh*t was about to hit the fan, so he stretched out his hands to hide the screen, but it was too late.　　
"Don't read it!" he cried desperately. As soon as the comment was read, his life would end.　　
Richard loved rocking the boat, and repeated the reader's comment at the top of its lungs, "Manager Weak Bird, are you fooling FatNa again?"　　 
The room suddenly turned silent, only breathing could be heard.　　
Zhang Zian felt a chill go down his back, as if a bucket of cold water was poured on his head. Two fierce eyes stared at him, ready to rip him open.　　
Fina stretched out its claws. It emphasized every syllable as it said, "Explain to me, how many times you've fooled me? I'm curious to find out, who in hell this FatNa person is?"
Crap!　　
Zhang Zian sat in the reclining chair, but it felt like he was sitting on a thousand needles. 
He complained silently. Which insensitive reader left such a comment? Does he want me killed? If I survive what's about to happen, I'm going to delete the comment and mute the reader. 　　 


1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

Yun Yang smiled bitterly. "This person’s achievements do not end there. He has also challenged the sovereignty several times in the name of defending wronged officials, vouching for them with his own life. He is also extremely supportive of his disciples, going to great lengths to fulfill their requests. This individual could be said to be a model scholars model and the personification of a sage. If something were to happen to this person, there must be countless followers who are willing to follow him to his death."
"There will also be countless high ranking officials who will stand behind him and not budge in their support even if it meant sacrificing their own lives."
Yun Yang continued, "This individual is a loyal official and man of justice. I wouldn't be exaggerating if I referred to him as a living sage who’s highly regarded, well respected, and has made a lot of contributions to the society."
Ling Xiaozui scratched his head, momentarily at a loss for words.
"This person’s name is He Hanqing." Yun Yang said, "I am uncertain if Elder Ling has heard of this name before."
Ling Xiaozui’s expression took on a peculiar mien.
The shock was gone and in its place was an inexplicable emotion. "It’s him."
Yun Yang was somewhat taken aback by his reaction, "Elder Ling knows his great name too?"
Ling Xiaozui chuckled humorlessly as he spat his reply out, "Of course I do. He's Supreme Lord Spring Frost!"
When the last four words were spoken, Yun Yang felt a tremor rack his body; a thunderstrike seemed to erupt in his head, his ears buzzing from the aftershock.
He had just thrown out the question, his intention was only to test if Ling Xiaozui had heard of this person but never in his life would he have expected this answer.
With Ling Xiaozui’s reputation and status, he would never lie; it was also impossible for him to have made a mistake as well.
In other words, for Ling Xiaozui to be so sure and affirmed about this – he must have come across this person before.
However…
A profound scholar of our time!
An aged official of three generations!
The predecessor of scholars!
A loyalist and a man of justice!
In reality, this paramount was a villain; vile, wicked, devoid of conscience, perverse, brutal, and absolutely maniacal… Supreme Lord Spring Frost!
Yun Yang recalled the members of the Four Seasons Tower who had died immediately upon mentioning Supreme Lord Spring Frost – a terrifying death that banished the soul and spirit altogether and turned the corpse into a mummy.
He tried to equate that image to the kind-looking He Hanqing who was well past his prime yet was still exuded righteousness, whose name must be recorded into history and be forever glorified.
Yun Yang could not help shivering from the chill of terror!
"Back in those years,  in the course of fighting against the Four Seasons Tower, I met this He Hanqing, also known as Supreme Lord Spring Frost. Almost all the traps and schemes they used against me were designed by him. In the end, he even combined forces with another Supreme Lord to annihilate me…"
Ling Xiaozui heaved a long sigh, "I mentioned two of the four Supreme Lords that I critically wounded in one of the fights. One of them was this Supreme Lord Spring Frost, He Hanqing. With your current cultivation base that is next to nothing, of course, you wouldn't be able to determine his power. If both of you had been in battle, I truly wonder how you were able to free yourself. You must have been immensely fortunate!"
As Yun Yang listened, goosebumps erupted throughout his body, the fear still lingering on after the incident.
Elder He, He Hanqing, was actually a powerful entity who had fought with Ling Xiaozui in the past.
He had managed to survive after engaging in the most extreme of battles and actually faced Ling Xiaozui who was at his peak of murderous intent then. Somehow, he had only paid the price of being severely injured!
"Elder Ling is called the Unrivaled Expert, could it be…" Yun Yang asked cautiously.
"There’s no need to mention the term Unrivaled Expert in front of me." The bitter smile on Ling Xiaozui’s face was genuine.
"How could I be unrivaled in the world with just this insignificant ability of mine? There has never been any unrivaled person in this world!" Ling Xiaozui said grimly, "If there is, the unrivaled person must have been framed by his rival."
Yun Yang coughed and scratched his head; he was shaken to the core of his being.
Ling Xiaozui had said ‘this insignificant ability of mine’.
Insignificant?
Someone at Ling Xiaozui’s level would not use such words to appear to be humble – there was no need to.
What had he meant when he said that?
"When I had gone head to head with the Four Seasons Tower, I was only a slightly famous martial artist in the large martial arts world. Upon the drawn-out killings spanning dozens of years, I was suddenly crowned the Unrivaled Expert…"
Ling Xiaozui’s smile was awfully bitter. "The famous poem about me that has been making its rounds? That was personally written  by the Four Seasons Tower’s Mr. Nian himself."
As Yun Yang digested what he said, his thoughts brought him increasing terror and another bout of goosebumps.
The majesty of a dragon that was far from the worldly realm, Ling Xiaozui who carried only a pot of wine and a sword; he roams the corners of the world, he’s the supreme of the world’s heroes!
Such a renowned poem had been used to frame someone?
"Is it really wise to become famous? The challenges, ambushes, traps, and assassination attempts that I endured afterward were even more than the Four Seasons Tower’s intentional set-ups. That was the price of fame – one that the person in question has to bear even if he’s unwilling to…" Ling Xiaozui's chuckle was devoid of humor. "The grudge has ceased but this title can never be taken off… I became the target of the members of the martial arts world for the rest of my life."
Yun Yang nodded.
It was a wickedly brilliant ploy by the Four Seasons Tower – a prolonged and subtle murder.
If Ling Xiaozui could never rid of his title as the Unrivaled Expert, then the controversies that came from this crown would never stop. Only death could put an end to his troubles.
Sword-slash of the Unrivaled Expert, Ling Xiaozui!
What a title it was!
Who in the martial arts world would not want it?
Yun Yang thought about it and said, "If so, He Hanqing is not some saint nor loyalist. He’s just another scheming villain of the Four Seasons Tower who wanted fame."
Ling Xiaozui frowned. "That’s not entirely true. Admittedly, he had done plenty of good for the Empire of Yutang. Although motivations may not be genuinely for the empire but more to balance the power of each nation in the continent, those deeds were mutually beneficial to all the parties."
Yun Yang said indifferently, "It was never within my consideration how meritorious his achievements are. I only know that he is Supreme Lord Spring Frost now. His Blood Jinx has caused all his subordinates to lose their lives immediately the moment they uttered the four words, ‘Supreme Lord Spring Frost’. Their souls were shattered. Just this vile act alone would be enough to sentence him to a thousand deaths but a thousand deaths wouldn't be enough to wash his sins away!"
"Blood Jinx?" Ling Xiaozui straightened up right away as his expression turned grave. "He cultivated Blood Jinx?"
"That is correct." Yun Yang thought about it and said, "I had previously identified and kept a few men from the Four Seasons Tower captive. When these people uttered ‘Supreme Lord Spring Frost’, their bodies churned up smoke as their flesh and blood dried up. Even their bones turned into ashes. No one deserves such a horrible death."
"This is where the Blood Jinx is truly terrifying. Whoever breaks the blood curse, his soul will be shattered while his spirit would forever be gone." Ling Xiaozui’s face was grim.
"Recently, the Empire of Yutang’s seasoned and handicapped veterans began to disappear. The disappearances saw nine people missing each time." Yun Yang said faintly, "In addition, these nine people shared a very good bond with each other."
Ling Xiaozui could only feel blood gushing towards his head.
As a top expert in the martial arts world and a martial master of the times, of course, Ling Xiaozui would know this vile method of locating a person – the Spectral Path of the Soul, Abyss Trail of Blood.
His blood boiled as he thought of the inhumane use of this skill.
"I can't believe someone would stoop to using this."
"Indeed. It was because of this that I met He Hanqing by chance. I didn’t know then that he is Supreme Lord Spring Frost, the individual who I’ve been investigating all along." Yun Yang took a deep breath. "Whatever it is, this Supreme Lord Spring Frost’s ability is beyond imagination. No one in the Empire of Yutang could really their own against him."
Ling Xiaozui hesitated, the killing intent that soared within him suddenly vanishing.
He said in a troubled tone, "But… my promise…"
Looking at Ling Xiaozui's conflicting emotions, Yun Yang suddenly experienced a strange feeling towards this Unrivaled Expert.
His faithfulness towards a promise was more so than his life.
It was pedantic but Yun Yang thought he was all the more charming for it.
Besides, he felt that it was exactly due to such a faithful temperament that Ling Xiaozui could reach the paramount of martial skills that he was at now!
If he had given up on his faith and promise, perhaps he would not be simultaneously as formidable and charming then!
Yun Yang thought about it and said, "Actually… even if Elder Ling really did strike, you’re not breaking any promise. The Four Seasons Tower has attacked you first."
"Attacked me first?" Ling Xiaozui replied wryly. "Tell me, good sir, why was I not aware of being attacked at all?"
Yun Yang rolled his eyes. "They attacked people Elder Ling cared about. Is that not breaking the promise they made?"
Ling Xiaozui was still puzzled but he did not interrupt, merely waiting for Yun Yang to continue.
Without losing a beat, Yun Yang told of how the Four Seasons Tower had plotted against Cirrus House and coerced Yun Zuiyue to engage in marriage, along with all the other plots that had been leveled against her.
Of course, Yun Yang was trying his hardest to be objective in his narration but it was understandable that he had still added much fuel to the fire.
"They knew you’ve pledged to protect Cirrus House but the Four Seasons Tower had still done so. Isn’t that taking a shot at you first?"
Seeing that Ling Xiaozui was still hesitant, Yun Yang continued, "In addition, I’m not asking you to end this Supreme Lord Spring Frost. As long as you gave him a good trashing – it doesn’t matter if you severely wound him or leave him with his last breath, as long as he’s did not die in your hands, you would still be keeping your word."
Ling Xiaozui’s eyes shone as he clapped in amusement. "This is a splendid idea!"
Lao Mei and Fang Mofei, who were beside them, were flabbergasted upon hearing the conversation.
How was it possible that such an awfully pathetic excuse could be received with such fervor?
Both of them were wondering how could this Unrivaled Expert be so easily deceived.
The plan was set. Ling Xiaozui and Yun Yang began chatting as they toasted each other, drinking to their heart’s content.
Their drinking session did not end until late in the night after sending Ling Xiaozui to the guest room. It was only then that Lao Mei raised his concerns cautiously.
"Young master, it wouldn't be possible that you met Ling Xiaozui's imposter, would it? Why does it seem that it was rather too simple to deceive this man?"
Yun Yang chuckled meaningfully. "Easily deceived? Have you tried lying to him?"
He laughed and returned to his room.
Ling Xiaozui was easy to deceive?
How could this be possible?
The reason Lao Mei and Fang Mofei, who were both so experienced in life, could have such a misperception was because Ling Xiaozui had not just decided to help Yun Yang after hearing his weak excuse.
He had already decided to help Yun Yang since the very beginning. 
Firstly, it was the wager from losing the bet; secondly, the favor of the three Kirin Fish spitting the crux of Divine Water willingly.
He was only making Yun Yang think up of enough reasons so that he could strike without remorse.
Of course, when it was confirmed that the target was the Four Seasons Tower’s Supreme Lord Spring Frost, Ling Xiaozui had tossed away all his inhibitions of an all-out attack!

The drug is only poison if it doesn’t become medicine, the man perishes into ashes ultimately if he doesn’t become god!
The remarkably intelligent Supreme avenges the empire’s vengeance and personal grudge. Firm and unyielding, tender and kind, he is tangled in love, resentment, good, and evil. The unparalleled divine art quashes the world’s injustice while the unwavering loyalty weaves eternal brotherhood.
The heaven’s way is flawed, the humanly world lacks justice;
Evil runs rampant in the worldly realm and in the ethereal world;
I mourn for your kindness, I rage for your indifference;
Beyond where the law rules, I shall perform the execution.
Subdue the world by martial force, the injustice shall be exterminated;
I yield the saber in my hand, I carry the passion in my heart;
My love nestles in my embrace, the treacherous rests under my blade;
The world is overseen with nonchalance, there is no more regrets in this life.

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