An assassin also known as The 9th Reaper escapes death after meeting an angel of death only to be followed around by her because he will not die. this also causes a lot of political drama within heaven, but not as much drama as his own team.

As the pillar of Huayi, Director Feng had never had to worry about finding capital.
"We should rethink the leftover scripts. Indie films are not profitable. Most people won't pay to watch them, but they are necessary for the Chinese market. Director Chen Kaige is sincere."
Why do all of you keep glancing at me? Am I such a narrow-minded man?
Qin Guan was speechless. He had filed that lawsuit because the director had done something wrong. This hadn't been personal. He considered the matter resolved. Qin Guan thought of himself as a reasonable man that never passed on his anger to others.
However, everyone was looking at him now, so he had to take a stand.
"In my opinion, Chinese films should develop all around. The box office is only one factor. The operator of the company could just carry out the original plan. I have no objections to that."
The person in charge of public relations let out a long sigh of relief. She was glad to see the shareholders and directors talk harmoniously. When they didn't, things were tougher for her.
"Okay. Then we can get back to Director Chen about his proposal for 'Mei Lanfang'."
"Chen has gone through lots of difficulties during the past few years. After that Waterloo, it took more than one year for him to prepare for his next film, yet he has finally returned to his field of expertise. That's great. It's much harder for directors to transform than it is for actors."
"Yes. Not everyone is good at shooting commercial films. Chinese directors should stick to their own style and principles."
This was just polite conversation. In fact, if they were given enough money and good actors, every director would transform, regardless of their style. Nobody would pass on such a chance.
"The final project is a franchise collaboration with Tiancheng. It's a big production, so a single company wouldn't qualify. If necessary, we'll unite agencies from Hong Kong, Macau and Taiwan. The franchise includes two films, each one for every year. John Woo will direct. The actors are still being cast."
"All the departments can come up with suggestions for the casting. We'll leave Qin Guan's issue for later."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Now, let's talk about TV series. Nowadays, the market is filled with martial art and historical shows. The Ministry of Culture has specifically pointed out that film and TV production companies should be more creative and shoot shows about ordinary people or army life."
"I have two good scripts in my hands. One of them I got thanks to Qin Guan. The other one came from Director Zhao Baogang. Everyone must be familiar with him."
Thanks to me?
Although Qin Guan was confused, he didn't break in. He just listened to the speaker.
"'Struggle' is a city drama about young people's lives. It stands out among the scripts, as it has nothing to do with family or neighborhood relations. Plus, we do not have to invest much in it."
"Yes, that's pretty good."
After a short discussion, the show was approved.
"The other show is more controversial. Are you familiar with former General Tan from the Beijing Military Region?"
Who?
"I heard that he was your neighbor in Yantai..."
Grandpa Tan? Where was Grandpa Sun then?
"In 2002, the Beijing Modern Drama Troupe made a theater play out of it. Its original name was 'Erna Raid'. It was awarded at the Chinese Theater Festival. I wonder why the old general sent it to you. The scriptwriter also agreed to the proposal."
"The investment will be left up to you."
A good neighbor was better than a brother in another town. Qin Guan nodded repeatedly in excitement. He decided that he would both invest and star in the project.
Actually, this was treasure. If it was made into a TV series, it would win even more awards. Its literature and cultural awards already indicated its distinction.
This was Qin Guan's opportunity to star in another classic and make profit from it.
Qin Guan tried his best to calm down.
"I remember him. He is my neighbor. I value his trust, so I won't disappoint him. The budget is not much. I can cover it independently. Are there any regulations or sharing arrangements?"
"Yes," an assistant replied.
"Okay." Qin Guan nodded. "We will follow the company's rules and procedures."
What a considerate shareholder! He was even willing to take a risk for his company.
The big drama was yet to come.


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!

Sheng Yize frowned and one could detect the discontent coming off him.
Seeing how expectant the little woman looked, he pondered the request.
Fine, fine, he would be a generous boyfriend.
"You have one minute," he said in a calm voice.
Wait, your generosity is only worth a minute of conversation?
An Xiaxia felt like crying at that reply.
"Qi Yanxi, I helped you and you're going to thank me for it, right?" An Xiaxia looked at Qi Yanxi.
Qi Yanxi rolled his eyes. "As if watching the two of you get all lovey-dovey isn't enough, I have to thank you now? Little Dummy Xia, you're asking for a lot!"
"Hey! You!" An Xiaxia said grumpily. A cunning look then flickered in her eyes. "Haven't you agreed that you'll play in the basketball game? Sheng Yize, you're playing as well, aren't you?"
Sheng Yize raised an eyebrow and gave her an "of course" look.
He wasn't going to lose out to Qi Yanxi in front of his girlfriend!
"Qi Yanxi, here's what I want you to do: from the start of the training to the actual game, you'll have to do as Sheng Yize tells you, no matter what!" Despite An Xiaxia's adorable smile, Qi Yanxi shuddered at her request.
Shit! This little woman had gone rogue!
"Do you seriously think I'm going to agree to that? In your dreams." There was no way that the second young master of the Qi family was going to humiliate himself and follow the orders of some petty girl!
"Your one minute is up." Sheng Yize was going to drag An Xiaxia away, but she wouldn't let him. "No, he hasn't said yes yet. And he doesn't look convinced…"
Sheng Yize smiled suddenly, which reminded her of the first ray of sunlight after the snow. "Don't worry. I'll beat him until he's convinced! Now, be a good girl and go to bed."
"Oh… Alright…" An Xiaxia nodded, then looked at Sheng Yize earnestly. "In that case, I'm taking you to the hospital for a thorough checkup. You're only playing the game after the doctor clears you for it!"
Sheng Yize smiled again. "Whatever you say."
The two then left, acting all affectionate and sweet, which only made Qi Yanxi all the more miserable on the rooftop.
Not only had he been threatened, he had to stand there and watch the two of them show off their love… 
Damn it. Was there no place left in this world for single people?
He watched enviously as Sheng Yize shooed Snowy away and escorted An Xiaxia off the roof.
The guy was so lucky to have such a nice girl.
He had to be feeling so happy.
-
The next day.
The literature class.
It was taught by their class teacher Bai Ziyue. She was pretty good at her job and the students all followed her lecture attentively.
They were talking about ancient Chinese poems today, which was also the area An Xiaxia received most of Sheng Yize's "torture" in… 
Sheng Yize listened to the teacher quietly, but he could clearly sense the bitter look An Xiaxia shot at him.
"An Xiaxia, which poet is your favorite?" Seeing that An Xiaxia's attention had wandered, Bai Ziyue asked her a question.
An Xiaxia came to herself at this, rose to her feet, and staggered. She had no idea how to answer.
She gave Sheng Yize an inconspicuous tug. Sheng Yize smiled a little and repeated the question for her.
An Xiaxia gave it some thought. "Chen Zi'ang, I think…"
Bai Ziyue was a little surprised. "That's actually not a very popular choice. Only a handful of his poems survived until today and the most famous one is that piece mentioned in the TV drama 'My Fair Princess,' which goes, 'No ancients before me, nor comers from behind. Reflecting on the infinite of heaven and earth, alone, in a sadness sublime, and tears come.' An Xiaxia, can you tell us why you like him?"
An Xiaxia felt like crying. "Because his poems only have a few words and are easy to memorize. And he didn't write poems whenever he was drunk…"
Pfft —
The classroom erupted with laughter.


As an anti-fan of the idol group, Starry Night, An Xiaxia is happy to spend her time online slandering lead singer Sheng Yize. 

But things take an unexpected turn when An Xiaxia starts high school - the Starry Night trio somehow becomes her classmates, and even end up moving into her house. 

Also, the nation’s idol Sheng Yize seems particularly interested in An Xiaxia for some reason...

Sheng Yize: Xiaxia, if I and a chicken wing fall into the water together, which one will you save?

An Xiaxia: Hm… I can't swim, so obviously you're going to save yourself and get my chicken wing out!

Sheng Yize: I thought I was the nation’s idol???

The emcee backstage passed the remaining time to the emcee on stage.
The emcee said, "Now, the finals of the Chinese Arts Championships is about to start. I have introduced the panel of judges, so now, let me introduce the contestants who've entered the finals."
"Coming from the National Film Academy: Li Zeyu, Ni Xue, Lu Man."
"Coming from the National Drama Academy: Chen Cong, Yu Lexin, Yang Ruitian, Chang Yachen."
"Coming from the National Media University: Ceng Hao."
"Coming from Donghua Academy of Drama: Zhou Li."
"Coming from Donghua Film Academy: He Yue."
"The order of the finals would be decided by drawing lots as well," the emcee said. "Please look at the big screen."
Backstage, the drawing of lots started.
Surprisingly, Lu Man drew the last number and was to be the grand finale.
When the order of performance was chosen by drawing lots, the first to perform would have the greatest pressure, but the last to perform would not be much better off.
The first to perform would often have lower marks.
Additionally, there were 10 performances today, and each performance would be 20 minutes long. There would be five minutes of rest time in between, and that meant that by the time Lu Man's turn came, the competition would have been ongoing for around three to four hours.
Whether it was the audience or the judges, whether it was their brain or their body, they would all be very tired, and their ability to admire art would also be exhuasted.
Lu Man was the last to perform and could be even more at a disadvantage than the first to perform.
And the first to perform was Chen Cong from the National Drama Academy.
Reaching the top ten, everyone had good acting skills, and the pressure of the competition was increased.
To not give the participants stress, the judges for the finals would first give marks but not show them. After every round, they'd key in the marks into a system and store it there.
When all the performances were done, they would show the marks together.
This was to prevent the marks from being shown too early and affecting the mindset of the participants.
Chen Cong, who was performing first, was acting the role of Kang Xi[1]
The third to perform was Ni Xue. The script she drew was from Thirteen Hairpins.
The good thing was that there were no chances of drawing the same script this time.
After Ni Xue finished performing, she was praised by the judges.
"Ni Xue managed to demonstrate the characteristics of going through a lot without losing her strength of character."
"In terms of line delivery, it's still a bit lacking. Please take note when practicing lines next time. That will bring your performance up another level."
"Thank you, Teachers." Ni Xue smiled as she thanked them. These kinds of comments were very good.
After all, if the judges giving marks would point out only the good points of the performance, then what would be the use of having them? She understood this.
Ni Xue smiled as she returned backstage.
She had already finished performing, and the judges were very approving of her performance.
Ni Xue was totally relaxed, and upon entering the backstage, she could not hide her gloating.
Seeing the people who had yet to go on stage to perform, she could not hide how she already thought she'd be the winner and smiled to encourage everyone. "Good luck, everyone."
Haha! 
Everyone smiled coldly in their hearts, looking down on her gloating look.
The competition had yet to end; she had yet to win, but she was already acting like she was a winner. It was really too funny.
Lu Man did not even look at her and kept her eyes closed.
Ni Xue sat down next to Lu Man, fully relaxed.
At that moment, a worker came to call Zhou Li from Donghua Academy of Drama. "Student Zhou Li, prepare yourself. It's your turn to go on stage."
Every time they heard the sound of the audience clapping, the people backstage knew that the performance had ended and that it was time for them to prepare to go on stage.
After she'd been waiting a long time, it was finally Lu Man's turn.
[1] An emperor from Chinese history.


"Take me in, I'll do anything you want me to!" 

In her previous life, Lu Man is sent to prison after being framed by her step-sister and an asshole. After being released from prison, the only thing that greets her is her mother's tombstone. Seeing the asshole and bitch getting happily along together like one big family with her birth father and step-mother, she sets out to die together with the asshole and her step-sister in fiery flames. 

The moment she opens her eyes again, she finds herself back on the very day she was framed. Resolutely jumping out the window and climbing next door, she seeks refuge from the man occupying the room there. But who would have guessed that the man is the brilliant hunk she has always admired from afar in her past life?

She vows to rub her eyes clean and be more discerning of people. She wants to make everyone who owed her in the past to pay her back! 

"Young Master Han, can you let me hug your other arm too?" 
"Actually, I have one more, do you want it?"
"…" 

"Who's sexuality?" A familiar voice came from Yuerui's behind and made her tremble.

She was about to fall, but she hold the corner of the table really hard and remaind her balance.

She turned towards the person behind her and greeted," Good morning boss, you are early today. I was just making your coffee. It will be finished in a minute."

"Wrong answer!" He replied with a poker face.

'Oh crap the weirdo caught me. What should I say?' Yuerui was at loss of words.

"Cough... Cough" Xianwang made a sound to bring Yuerui back to reality.

"That was just random talk, boss. Nothing serious." Yuerui made an awkward smile.

"Talking about someone's sexuality is a random talk to you?" Xianwang lifted his left eye brow.

'Ooppsss.... May be I hit him in his weak spot.' Yuerui chuckled in her mind.

But Xianwang was still frowning. So Yuerui regained her composure and said," No boss I was not questioning about some guys sexuality..."

Xianwang frowning even harder.

'Oh... Crap... Wrong words.' Yuerui bit her tongue.

"I mean I was thinking about a TV show. You know there are various types of shows nowadays. I was just thinking about one of the character there."

"Which TV show?" Xianwang was creating an intensive atmosphere to pressure her mentally. It gives him diabolic pleasure to him.
'Seriously! Why isn't he stopping? Ah...ahh.... He is interested in this type... Well yeah... if he is not interested in this kind of stuff then who will be?' Yuerui thought.

'But what should I say?'

'Oh I remember one of that type of show. Let's give him some suggestions. He might get pleased and release me from his grasp. Hihihihi...' Yuerui made a devilish smile in her mind.
When it comes to the drama no one can beat Yuerui. She has seen various types of dramas in numerous languages. Chinese, English, Japanese, Thai, Korean, Turkish, Bangla etc. etc. She even tried to see those daily soaps in Hindi but couldn't held it longer. In these various dramas of course, korean dramas are her favorite.

So when she began to list the names she ended up with ten drama names in less than a minute. She also thought about some yaoi anime and mangas.

'Oh this weirdo asked for one show. Okay I should just randomly pick a drama.'
So Yuerui just randomly picked a drama and told him.

When Xianwang heard the name he knew what was the drama about. When the gay rumor first started about him, he actually researched about this on internet and came to know about some of the dramas in this topic. So he was familiar with this drama.

So when he heard the name he couldn't stop his chuckles but he immediately turned behind and and started chuckling. He tried his best to stop himself.

'I guess she also heard about that damn rumor about me. O boy... So she was thinking about me. Damn... Even if there is this nonsense rumor about me... girls still fall for me.' Xianwang was being narcissistic again.

But to Yuerui she saw that he heard the name from her and became a little shocked. Then he turned behind and started to quiver?

'Is get getting emotional because he knows what's the drama is about?'
'Then is he pleased?'
'If your are pleased then please.... Spare me!' Yuerui was begging in her mind.

After a minute Xianwang regained his composure and turned towards Yuerui.

"Follow me." Xianwang ordered

"But the coffee?"

"Someone else will bring it." Then he started walking. And all Yuerui had to do was helplessly follow him.
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Kong Xian Wang one of the most eligible bachelor in China. Not only young ladies are head over heels for him but also the married and older ones. His one glance can captivate one's soul.

But.......

There is a problem....

There are certain rumors floating about him....



what are the rumors???


He is not into the opposite gender.

He is a GAY!!!



"What? CEO Kong is a gay?" Mai Yue Rui couldn't believe it.
"Then what is that what I saw?"
"The way he looks at the opposite gender it's absolutely of a straight person."
"Btw why I am thinking about that... He is the most annoying person to me. He irritates me so much."
"Wait... Now where did this come from? A bouquet of rose from the CEO?"

KXW:I am offering you the honor to marry me.
MYR: Is this what you call proposing for marriage?
KXW:Yeah
MYR: I am sorry sir I won't marry you.
KXW:What do you want? Money, home, makeover? I can give you anything
MYR:If you knew who I am then you wouldn't have asked me that.
KXW:What do you want?
MYR: I want peace. Leave me alone.
KXW:Not leaving.
MYR: Even if you are the only person on Earth I won't marry you.....

..........


MYR: Why are you here. I don't want you in my life. I don't want you to ruin my life again. Stay away from me.....

...........


MYR:Mr. Kong Xian Wang I am willing to marry you.
KXW:As you wish wifey.




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Hope you will like the story


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Btw the cover is not owned by me... I just edited it...

Subin trudged along the dirt path glumly. If I really did die, heaven sucks, she kept thinking. As she finally drew near the town, the doubt in Subin's mind grew even more.

In front of her were rows of what looked like traditional Asiatic buildings that had sloping tiled rooves and heavy wooden doors framed by decorative archways. As Subin continued to walk along, she couldn't help being fascinated by the hubbub that lay before her. The people in front of her wore robes of varying colours and textures; some wore silks that had intricately embroidered patterns while the less fortunate, wore simple garments which looked like it was made of scratchy material.

The sound of chickens clucking caught her attention as she looked to her left and saw caged animals, mostly fowls and smaller creatures, being sold. While on her right, she heard the clanging of metal as a blacksmith hammered molten metal against an anvil. But all around her, she heard the overlapping of voices as merchants screamed their voices raw in an attempt to persuade pedestrians to purchase their product.

Amidst the business of the scene before her, Subin blinked numerous times. She couldn't believe what she was seeing: it was like she was suddenly thrown into a historical K-drama. Subin rubbed her eyes and blinked again. Maybe she was in a K-drama. Which one could it be? 'Scarlet Heart Ryeo'? 'Hwarang'? 'Queen Seonduk'?

Subin didn't mind dying as long as heaven was like a K-drama. Who knows, maybe she might find her prince in this weird paradise?

She decided to try her luck with one of the locals. "Excuse me..." she said meekly to a well-groomed gentleman. The man took one look at her and stuck his nose up in the air before continuing to walk away.

"Well, that went well" Subin muttered to herself sarcastically. "I guess even arseholes exist in heaven."

A moment later, another person was passing by and Subin attempted to ask again. This time, the person didn't ignore her. "Excuse me," she began. The young man stopped at his tracks and gazed down at her. "Erm, do you know where I am?"

He looked at her quizzically. "You're in the capital" he replied.

This baffled Subin. "The capital?" She searched for a sign that indicated she was in London but found none. "The capital of what?"

The man shook his head, "You poor confused, young woman." He handed her a crude piece of silver which resembled a coin. "Here, take this and buy yourself something to eat. You must be so hungry that you can't even remember where you are."

Subin accepted the coin and the man walked away tutting, completely dismissing her question.

"Well, at least I have money," she told herself as she studied the coin in her hand. Just as she was closely inspecting it, a delicious aroma suddenly wafted to her nostrils making her mouth water and her stomach gurgle. Subin sniffed the air and her feet started moving towards the tempting smell as if an invisible fishing line was reeling her in.

By God, that smells so good...

Subin took a few steps towards the aroma, her nose leading the way, as she breathed in the enticing vapours that made her stomach grumble demandingly. She didn't even know how hungry she was until her stomach started gurgling as if it had a mind of its own. Subin patted her stomach as if it was a separate entity, "Calm down, stomach. I'm gonna get us something to eat now." She peered down at her measly coin. "I just hope this is enough to get us something."

Hurriedly, Subin crossed the busy dirt road that was ladened with traffic, avoiding carts filled with fresh vegetables and fruit. The hot-tempered merchants yelled at her but she couldn't care less. Once she had set her mind to something, she was determined to get it done. And anyway, living in London had taught her not to fear traffic. After all, she had life insurance- well, it might not matter now if she really was dead.

Subin peered up at the establishment before her and saw that it had, what looked like, cursive Chinese characters. Not that Subin can tell the difference between Chinese, Japanese and Korean anyway. But that didn't matter when her eyes spied the source of the delectable odour that had tempted her to cross the road. In front of her were freshly made steam buns, so plump and perfect, that it made Subin's mouth water.

She could almost feel the steam bun in her mouth: her teeth sinking into the soft texture of the dough and her tongue being caressed by the sweetness of the seasoned meat inside. Her stomach growled.

But just as she was about to catch the attention of the steam bun vendor, a sudden force caused her to topple over. It all happened so fast. In one instance, Subin was facing the vendor but in the blink of an eye, she was suddenly facing the ground, with her palms outstretched to soften her fall. Subin grimaced as she tried to get up, only to find that something heavy was pinning her down.

"Ugh..."

Correction, she thought to herself. Someone.

"Ugh..." she heard the person groan again.

Subin tried to shuffle from underneath whoever was on top of her and she was surprised to find that the person wasn't as heavy as she first thought. "Get off me!" she grunted.

The person rolled over and Subin discovered that it was a young boy. He was wearing scruffy, discoloured rags that were tattered around the edges. The boy peered down at Subin and then his face scrunched up in disgust as he put his hand to his nose. His crescent eyes narrowed, forming a scowl as he said to her, "Ew. You stink!"

Subin was bemused by the boy's remark.

He looked around wildly and saw that the fruit he had been carrying in his hands, before colliding into Subin, were scattered everywhere. They appeared to be persimmons. Quickly, the boy started gathering the fruit back into his arms, not bothering to apologise to Subin.

Subin's first instinct was to reprimand the boy but seeing him gather the fallen persimmons reminded her of her coin. Where did it go?

"My steam bun..." she muttered dejectedly as she realised her coin was nowhere to be found. It must have rolled away when she had collided with the boy. She glared at him, "Hey, you owe me money!"

The boy looked at her incredulously, "What?"

She got up from the dirt floor and towered over him. While standing up straight she realised that she was about a head taller. "I said, 'you owe me money'. You bumped into me and now I've lost what little money I had."

"I do not owe you anything, peasant" he snarled disdainfully.

"Peasant?" Subin repeated, baffled by the boy's sharp tone. "Who are you calling peasant, you cheeky little shi-?"

"There!"

"Stop him!"

"Stop that thief!"

The boy's head jerked to face the direction behind him and saw a group of ruddy-faced men fast approaching. His eyes rounded as he swiftly barged past Subin and started running.

Subin, still sore about losing her coin, pursued him. "Hey! Get back here!"

The boy kept running and Subin watched in surprise as the boy peeled away his rags to reveal the vibrant silk robes he was wearing underneath. He turned to face her and smirked as he slipped into the crowds, blending in with the richer folk who wore similar attire.

That cheeky brat was actually a rich kid in disguise!

"Got him!"

With a steely grip, Subin felt the arms of the ruddy-faced men clamp down on her as they pulled her to the side.

"Wait!" she shouted at them. "You've got the wrong person-"

"You thought you could trick us, eh?" one of the men barked. He peered at Subin and inspected her closely. "Well, we're gonna make sure a street rat like you gets the punishment it deserves!"

Subin struggled against their clutches, "You don't understand, I wasn't the one who stole the fruit!"

"I bet you were accomplices with that runt!" another man exclaimed.

"No, I'm not-"

With a violent tug, the tallest of the three men grabbed Subin by the collar. He scowled at her, "Whoever steals from us must be punished." He turned to the other two men. "Tie him up. We're gonna flog him till he bleeds."

Transported to an unknown era, Subin, a teenage girl raised with western values, wakes up in the body of a serf. In this unknown land, she encounters the aristocratic Kim brothers and finds herself entangled in the webs of deceit; woven by rivalry, politics and hunger for power.

The Killer Gaze was a trick which Wang Ling commonly used. If Loopy Toad had been here, as a being that had experienced it before… it would definitely have sympathized deeply with this battle lion.
When Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal saw the battle lion become as obedient as a cat, he also couldn't help showing an amazed expression. In his heart, he once again marveled at how mystical this Brother Ling was.
He remembered when he had asked Wang Ling to come along to hunt down the demons that had escaped from the Gate Between Worlds to earth; almost each time it had been like this — with just one look from Wang Ling, those demons had been knocked down.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was sure that it definitely wasn't a technique or forceful spiritual pressure; it was just a single look.
In the absence of any cultivation techniques, to what extent could one rely purely on pressure from a single look?
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal felt that this was something Wang Ling had been able to grasp perfectly.
True, temperament was one factor. If the realms were equal, the one who had more powerful life and spiritual essence could evoke deeper fear — but this was also an indication of how unfathomable Wang Ling's true prowess was.
Of course, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal didn't know that the person in front of him now was actually only Wang Ling's clone.
Wang Ling felt that if Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal knew the truth, this Great Death-Courting Senior would definitely start crying on the spot.
...
When the demon rampage had happened six years ago, apart from Odd Zhuo and some others who had been awarded for their deeds, there had in fact been some powerful cultivators who had been hired by the government to take charge of the aftermath and tidy up the mess.
There weren't many Soul Formation mercenaries in the world, and in Huaxiu nation's cultivation circle, the Ten Saints were the most renowned.
The Ten Saints was a group of ten mercenaries, all of whom were at the Soul Formation stage.
The Ten Saints had two distinctive characteristics. Firstly, they were not only strong, but also very savage! Since their establishment, all the assignments which they had accepted had been large-scale operations, and they had a habit of eliminating their opponents and leaving none alive… people in this line of business looking to employ the Ten Saints had come up with a distinctive saying —"Where the Ten Saints go, no grass grows!"
The second characteristic was their love of money. The Ten Saints were actually rare in that they were Soul Formation cultivators who could be bought with money… but the clients who could afford to hire them were also just as rare. This was because every one of the Ten Saints was crazy expensive. So for the Ten Saints, there was no such thing as true righteousness; they could be employed by the government to clean up a mess, but they could also be hired to commit misdeeds. For them, money was righteousness — as long as they were paid enough, they could call you "father" if you wanted!
Thus, when Director Song Qingshu found out that the people he would have command over were the Ten Saints, the shock in his heart reached its maximum limit.
For the first time, he felt that he had underestimated the Lord's might… 
To hire ten people at one go would require an ungodly sum of money — even the largest pharmaceutical group in Huaxiu nation, Huaguo Water Curtain Group, would have to think twice. But the Lord this time had actually secured the right to use these ten people for three years… what kind of priceless treasure had he traded for them? It was hard for Song Qingshu to imagine with just his limited experience.
...
At a little past four o'clock in the afternoon, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was about to start off from the villa.
He tended to speed unconsciously when he flew on his immortal sword, and was done to two points on his sword-flying license after numerous demerits. The points would reset to twelve again in June, so in the meantime, he was going to take the spirit bus to Wang Ling's school. The journey would take about an hour and he would reach the school just before the start of the parent-teacher conference.
As a citizen of Huaxiu nation, even a Soul Formation cultivator should abide by basic laws.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's rule for conducting himself in society had always been to be a good citizen.
After all, the times were different now.
In the past, as long as your realm was strong enough, you were allowed to do whatever you wanted in heaven and earth[1]. Take the oldest and most common example of an auction — previously, even if something had been properly purchased with money, there was still the risk that the new owner could be killed for it anytime. But now, there was the cultivation police as well as a formal legal system… the era where realms were everything was already over.
You might have prowess and realm, but if you broke the law, you would still be imprisoned and wind up picking up soap[2] with your brothers.
Everyone knew that Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was very fond of seeking death; he had already considered himself the Great Death-Courting Senior for years. However, there were some bottom lines he would never cross.
"Brother Ling, I'm leaving the rest to you!"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal spoke with Wang Ling at the front door of the villa as he prepared to leave.
Wang Ling crossed his arms and leaned against the door with a solemn expression. Next to him, the battle lion crouched down in a show of obedience.
After Wang Ling had tamed it with one look, the lion's previously unapproachable attitude had changed, and it now twisted its body to lick its mane, and lick its anus… 
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was speechless… this guy had already completely become a cat in front of Wang Ling!
"Brother Ling, you've felt it too, right?"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal asked as he stood by the door and looked at Wang Ling's solemn expression.
Wang Ling nodded without hesitation.
He was well aware that there was more than one person watching them.
"Looks like my misgivings weren't unreasonable; I knew that bunch wouldn't give up so easily!"
Wang Ling frowned.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "But Brother Ling is here. I'm sure you can handle it, right?" 
Wang Ling frowned again.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "Brother Ling, don't frown like that, it makes me very nervous!"
Wang Ling: "…"
...
There were a lot of things that could make Wang Ling frown, such as exam results that were too good, Father Wang deducting his pocket money, limited edition crispy noodle snacks selling out…
Of course, fear wasn't one of them.
Wang Ling had to admit that the guys outside had very formidable auras; they were completely unlike that bunch of Shadow Stream killers that he had dealt with previously, so he didn't know whether it would be easy to beat them or not.
He hadn't needed to make a move against that Shadow Stream bunch before they had been killed by backlash. Looking at the overall strength of the group outside, Wang Ling felt that these people could probably endure two or three of his punches… 
The reason why Wang Ling frowned was that he felt that the other party had a little too many people, which made him super annoyed.
After all, tonight was the premiere of the latest large-scale, anti-corruption cultivation TV series In the Name of Cultivation[3], and Wang Ling didn't want to miss it! Because during the series premiere, major sponsor Small Raccoon was going to randomly select three hundred TV audience members to receive a large gift hamper of thirty years' worth of free crispy noodle snacks…
If he was held up because of that bunch of people outside, Wang Ling was going to spill blood!
[1] This is a reference to the title of a xuanhua novel, 天地任我行, which translates to "I am allowed to do anything in heaven and earth."
[2] In Chinese, "picking up soap" is used to imply anal sex, i.e. in a communal shower, when a man bends down to pick up a soap bar that has fallen to the floor, he's basically exposing himself to be sexually taken advantage of.
[3] 'In the Name of Cultivation' is a spin on the 2017 Chinese TV drama series 'In the Name of the People.'


As a cultivation genius who has achieved a new realm every two years since he was a year old, Wang Ling is a near-invincible existence with prowess far beyond his control. But now that he’s sixteen, he faces his greatest battle yet - Senior High School. With one challenge after another popping up, his plans for a low-key high school life seem further and further away...
Wang Ling: I just want to eat my crispy noodle snacks in peace...
Father Wang: If you're careless enough to destroy the country, it’s coming out of your pocket money. 
Wang Ling: It’s not my fault that the backlash from punching me kills you.
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Bang! Pain and dizziness!

Numerous questions swirled in his brain, familiar and strange faces swept past one by one in his mind and inexplicable memories constantly tumbled through his head but he couldn't quite catch them; they were like glimmers of light.

Jiang Cheng suddenly opened his eyes but was hit with the feeling of vertigo and he instinctively closed his eyes and settled in, letting the dizzy spell gradually pass before he opened his eyes again.

Where am I?

With this thought, one by one, the scattered memories in his head joined together like puzzle pieces. He suddenly remembered everything, well perhaps remembered wasn't the best word, as the memories already existed in his head.

He sat up subconsciously, his mind still a mess as he walked to the bathroom.

From Jiang Cheng to Jiang Cheng. 

The boy standing in the bathroom looking back at him in the mirror, looked both strange and familiar to him at the same time. 

His memories and logic told him that he should be dead but he wasn't.

Instead it felt like he had just dreamt and woken up as the boy in the mirror. Two very different memories intertwined in his mind confusing him.

Who was he?

Splash!

The cold water made Jiang Cheng's mind a lot clearer. The pointer of the bedside alarm clock clearly told him that it was 2001 and he was in Shanghai, China.

Was he dreaming or had he really returned back to the past in a new body. Common sense told him that the latter was impossible but...

"No! I am Jiang Cheng, my past life was real."

"I don't know how I was reincarnated but I am Jiang Cheng!"

Jiang Cheng chanted as he walked back and forth across the room.
 
In his past life, he had lived a life of regret. He didn't expect God to make such a joke out of him but now he was reborn maybe this was his recompense, another chance.

A chance to live the life he wanted, a chance to reach heights he couldn't in his past life. 

The owner of the body occupied by Jiang Cheng was also called Jiang Cheng. After fusing their memories, Jiang Cheng finally understood his situation. 

Jiang Cheng was born into a wealthy Chinese family. His father, Jiang Dejun, was the editor-in-chief of a publishing house. His mother, Gao Linlan was a reporter from Taiwan. His mother had come to the mainland to travel when she met his father and charmed by his talent and charisma, the two soon fell in love and married despite obstructions from his family. 

Even Jiang Cheng was remarkable. He had been a good student with both academic and social merits since childhood. He obtained top grades and had just graduated high school.

Probably because every child dreamt of becoming a star, Jiang Cheng, who had always been a good kid, went against the expectations of his school, teachers and relatives and made his own decision to apply for Shanghai Drama Academy and with his grades and charisma he was soon accepted into the Acting department. Fortunately, Jiang Cheng's parents were very open-minded, and allowed him to do as he wished.

Shanghai Drama Academy, was one of the best art schools in China, it had trained a large number of film and television talents for the domestic entertainment industry. Entering such a university meant that he would inevitably come into contact with many future big figures in the domestic entertainment industry.

Such a lucky occurrence helped reduce the confused look in Jiang Cheng's eyes, his attachment to his previous life gradually faded. 

With a kind of unprecedented firmness. He said to himself in the bathroom mirror: "From today onwards, I am Jiang Cheng!"

It was currently late June and with high school over Jiang Cheng had a long summer holiday ahead of him. 

Jiang Cheng's parents didn't seem to spot any anomalies in their son's behavior. Perhaps because of the fusion of memories, Jiang Cheng didn't display any strangeness before his parents. 

Instead, he just received the usual motherly nagging. Seeing such a caring side from someone was such a harsh contrast to the indifferent affection of his previous life.

Since Jiang Cheng was admitted into Shanghai Drama Academy, his parents decided this holiday period was a rare opportunity to visit Hainan as a family. But he rejected the proposal, he gave a bunch of reasons and finally persuaded his parents to let him stay at home.

After waving goodbye to his parents at the airport, Jiang Cheng headed back into his study. His idea was simple. He could recite the scripts for nearly every major film or TV series in China and the United States for years to come, so all he had to do was write those scripts before their original authors and absorb the wealth for himself in order to grow his empire.

He first set his target on the Taiwan idol drama "Autumn's Concerto." The reason for choosing the teen idol drama was because he had to consider his current age. After all, he was now just a 17-year-old who just graduated from high school. If he wrote something with profound meaning it would just attract doubt and suspicion.

Moreover, Autumn's Concerto was the second-highest rated Taiwanese idol drama, second only to Fated to Love You.

What was even more commendable was that the TV series, though it followed the traditional route of past idol dramas where men and women were constantly in a loop of love and heartbreak, it felt realistic and plausible not just another plot contrivance to create drama.  
 
From the beginning introduction of Liang Mu Cheng's tragic life, the story was carefully constructed.

From the perspective of a simple, kind and strong girl, the show delivered a touching story.

Perhaps it was because the director was also a woman but she was able to delicately grasp the perfect lens for the show and put each perspective into full play. The screenwriting was also excellent, the plot intriguing, the details were also subtle enough and though the overall concept was cliché, the show turned out to be heart-wrenching and touching at the same time.

Whenever the familiar sad melody sounded: "I love him zealously and madly My dreams have been cruelly shattered yet I cannot forget..." It moved the audience's hearts like a drizzle of rain.

It was the perfect series for a debuting screenwriter to make a name for himself.

Because the Jiang family was rich, despite computers still being considered expensive, they owned one at home and because of his parents job it was equipped with a printer. Such conditions made Jiang Cheng cry out in joy.

Switching on the computer skillfully and seeing the long-lost Windows XP system, Jiang Cheng smiled.

Opening up Microsoft Word 2001, his smile became even wider though the current program was kind of lacking, it was sufficient. 

Jiang Cheng's ten fingers quickly danced across the keyboard. As an excellent screenwriter in his previous life, speed typing was a vital skill. His record in his previous life was 110 words per minute, which could be regarded as first-class. 

It took five days for Jiang Cheng to complete the creation of "Autumn's Concerto", and then he sent the script for the first eight episodes of the TV series to Shanghai Tangren Film & Television.

Just like in America there was a bad phenomenon in the Chinese entertainment industry, where most film and television resources were monopolized by several large firms. Everyone had to do things according to their rules, otherwise they would be blocked and crushed. 

But in such a situation, Shanghai Tangren Film & Television could still develop rapidly and stably, a lot of which boiled down to its president, Cai Yinong, who was a very smart man.

Shanghai Tangren didn't take the path of independent production but instead it played a huge role in outsourcing and providing freelance jobs. 
 
They provided the scripts, funds, film and television bases and contacted excellent actors from mainland China, Hong Kong, Macau, Taiwan, Singapore and other places. By taking the road of joint production and dividing profits, it meant they were able to resist the major firms.

No one was willing to offend so many people at the same time. The companies they outsourced to supported them and the agencies behind the actors became natural allies for Shanghai Tangren.

Although relatively less profitable, such development made them extremely stable. Because Shanghai Tangren themselves started late and had a weak foundation, they had to resort to this method to gradually grow.

Appreciative of the company, Jiang Cheng chose to send them the script. Of course, there were other reasons as well but the main one was that he wanted to build a relationship with them. 

After sending the script, Jiang Cheng didn't relax, but intended to write another manuscript.

Jiang Cheng a screenwriter is reincarnated to 2001, into the seventeen-year-old body of another Jiang Cheng. 

Clutching onto the dreams of his previous life he attempts to succeed where he previously failed. 

He starts from scratch, as a small-time screenwriter writing television shows and movie scripts. 

Filled with dreams of becoming a generational  entertainment legend and establishing an entertainment empire he takes the road to become the King of Film.

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It had been quite a few days since Lin Fan had returned from Hao Jiang. Life returned to normal and nothing much was happening.
However, Lin Fan had one extra person whom he was talking to on Weixin, and that person was Yun Xue Yao.
They would exchange a few texts at night.
Nanshan Children's Welfare Institute was doing well. Lin Fan's Encyclopedic Knowledge had grown quite a bit. However, he was still short of three names in order to complete his Encyclopedic Task.
Lin Fan remembered that he hadn't contacted his old disciple Zhao Ming Qing in quite a while, and so, he started to become a little worried. Zhao Ming Qing hadn't called in in a long time and he didn't know if anything had happened to him.
After thinking for a while, Lin Fan decided to give him a call.
"Ming Qing, how are you doing? I haven't heard from you in quite a while," Lin Fan asked.
"Teacher, I'll be back soon. There are just too many communities in this mountainous region and some of them have very complicated illnesses which require a long time to heal, and so I haven't been back in quite a while," Zhao Ming Qing said over the phone, his tone apologetic.
"Elder Zhao, is that your teacher calling you?" a voice could be heard over the phone.
Without asking, Lin Fan knew who the other person over the phone was. Zhao Ming Qing had met him while providing medical aid at the mountainous regions. He was an American Doctor who had abandoned his medical practice back in the states and came all the way to China to provide medical aid to the people living in the mountains.
It seemed that both of them had formed a deep friendship over the course of time that they were together.
"Mm, alright. Go do what you do and come back soon. Make sure to take care of yourself and don't overwork. You aren't a spring chicken anymore!"
Zhao Ming Qing was touched after hearing his teacher's concern for him. "I will, teacher. Alright, I'll see you soon, I'm currently trekking up the mountain now."
After hanging up, Lin Fan opened his phone and looked at the news.
Shanghai Satellite TV Network's 'Strongest Heavenly Voice' had already started showing on television.
Before the competition, the identities of the teachers were a hot topic. The netizens were all discussing who would become the teachers for the competition. The organizers of the program had their own plans but they hadn't announced it to the public yet, which aroused a lot of speculation from the public.
At this moment, Shanghai Satellite TV network started their broadcast.
"The first season of the 'Strongest Heavenly Voice'. Ten days, four teachers, one prize…"
"Damn, it's broadcasting. It's finally broadcasting."
"Who are the teachers? Don't tell me Ying Jing is inside?"
"^, have you been living under a rock? It has already been announced long ago that Ying Jing will not be a teacher in this show."
"Take a look, the teachers for this show are Huo Jian Xiang, Li Ying Dong, Zhao Li and Lin Fan."
"Damn, that's just too awesome. I never thought that Shanghai Satellite TV Network would invite the king of pop Huo Jian Xiang. I'm definitely watching this show."
"What king of pop? That was twenty years ago when he was in his prime."
"My favorite Li Ying Dong is inside as well!"
"It looks like Ying Jing couldn't make the cut to become a teacher. Shanghai Satellite TV Network got Zhao Li to be one of their teachers and compared to Ying Jing, I think she's way better."
"Are you guys blind? Master Lin is on this show too. I can't wait to see Master Lin in this program."
"That's right, that's right. I also can't wait for Master Lin's appearance. I feel that the show is much more meaningful with his appearance in it."
"What Master Lin? He just wrote a few songs. He pales in comparison to the other three teachers in the show."
"Haha, pales in comparison? Are you blind? From my research, Shanghai Satellite TV Network paid Master Lin twenty million dollars to appear in the show. It is much more compared to the other three teachers."
"Huo Jian Xiang: 18 million dollars. Li Ying Dong: 16.5 million dollars. Zhao Li: 19 million dollars. Compared to Master Lin, it is much lesser. This just proves that in the eyes of Shanghai Satellite TV network, Master Lin is much more popular than the other three teachers."
"Damn, is that even real?"
…
The internet had been discussing the details of the 'Strongest Heavenly Voice' for a few days. However, it was true that the show was indeed popular.
The Shanghai Satellite TV Network had a strong and robust team. It wasn't a hard thing for them to make program popular.
For the other three teachers who were in the show, they didn't feel that they were being treated fairly. They had been in the field for at least ten years, with the oldest of them having twenty years in the music scene. Now, they heard that the person who was replacing Teacher Ying Jing was getting paid more than them for a first appearance.
From their point of view, it was completely illogical. From what they understood, Ying Jing had been offered thirty million dollars to appear in the show, and it was way higher than their offers. After hearing about Master Lin's offer, they simply couldn't accept it.
Who had Ying Jing's ability? At the same time, she had such a huge reputation in the music scene, so her appearance on the show would warrant such a price. However, what successes did Master Lin have to bring to the table to warrant getting paid more than them?
All he did was become famous on the internet and painted a few Chinese paintings which have become national treasures. Why was his appearance fee higher than theirs?
Cloud Street.
"Impressive. Appearance fee of twenty million dollars. How much money is that?" Fraud Tian said, looking in awe.
They knew that Lin Fan was about to be a teacher on the program, but they never thought that his appearance fee would be greater than the other teachers on the program.
Twenty million dollars. It was a sum of money most people wouldn't even be able to earn in their lives.
"It's about there. Nothing much really," Lin Fan said calmly, waving him away. His nonchalant demeanor made Fraud Tian want to go up to punch him.
However, he never thought that the other three teachers would be the three that were selected. They could be considered veterans in the music scene and all three of them had songs which were appealing to the masses.
What made Lin Fan surprised was that his appearance fee was higher than all three of them. If he guessed correctly, they probably won't be too happy about it.
Such a young lad and not even in the music industry. Who could accept such a thing?
Looking at Weibo, he realized that Ying Jing was a little unhappy about it. That b*tch had secretly posted a few posts on Weibo which had attracted the attention of quite a few users on Weibo."
"Without the tiger in the mountain, the monkey has crowned himself king."
The netizens were discussing madly in the comments. For the people who knew what was going on, they definitely knew what Ying Jing meant.
Lin Fan didn't even think twice about insulting Ying Jing, as he immediately left a comment under her post.
"Ying Jing the tigress, when will you return to the mountain? I feel like vanquishing dragons and tigers."
After Lin Fan had posted that comment, a few netizens rolled on the floor and started laughing.
"Haha, Master Lin is so humorous. He keeps on hating on Ying Jing."
"This b*tch Ying Jing looked for this herself. Who doesn't understand what she's trying to say?"
"Master Lin really didn't give her any face at all. She must be speechless right now."
"This run of the 'Strongest Heavenly Voice' is a must watch. I can't wait for all the drama to happen, and I bet my two steamed buns that it'll happen."
"I also bet my deep fried breadstick with two tea-leaf eggs that that'll happen."
"^, you guys are so crude and foul. I can't stop imagining it."
…
After seeing Lin Fan's response, Ying Jing's face turned black again. She had never met someone this preposterous in her years spent in the music scene.
It was as if he wasn't afraid of heaven or earth, and that no one could ever face up against him.


I am Lin Fan and I've become a jack of all trades just because of a powerful Encyclopedia. 
In the first ever competition organised for trolls, all the other contestants lost. The crowd exclaimed, "Brother, you're so good at trolling." 
Lin Fan replied, "But I've never been trolling..."

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