A girl who knows many different languages. She works as a translator. During a routine event, she is killed.

Then she transmigrates into a man's body. Not only is she a woman in a man's body, the body is also deaf.

During the story she will find a family and friendship. Living a peaceful life instead of the war torn world she was in.

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Hello! 

I wrote a story, previous to this one. If you read the other story, I beg you not to kill me. I was learning and I wrote everything raw. Just unfiltered ramblings.

In a way this story is connected to the other one, but you do not need to read that other one to understand this. I also suggest you don't, unless you want to bleed out of your eyes.

This is just a standalone story for me to write in the meantime like the other one. I learned a lot and I plan to put it into practice. I'm not sure how long this story will be, but I'll put more thought into and it will be short.

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"I hope you enjoy and I hope I can give you a somewhat original story."

*breaths a huge sigh and walks off stage*

"Gee, my little heart can't take this. Showing my work to the public is scary."

*smacks cheeks*

"Its fine. You will do better this time self!"

"Thank you self!"

*gives self a thumbs up*

A woman who knows many different languages. She works as a translator in the military. During a routine event, she is killed.

Then she transmigrates into a boy's body. Not only is she a woman in a man's body, the body is also deaf.

During the story she will find a family and friendship. Living a peaceful life instead of the war torn world she was in.

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08/21/2020

Changed the intro chapter to ask a question. 
Updated Tags and Synopsis.


In the morning, Zhang Zian opened his eyes and glanced around the bedroom as usual. The elfins were sleeping. He turned over and had planned to get more sleep. It was early, and dark and cold outside. A strong wind was blowing. 
But after lying for a while, he fully woke up. Something was wrong. After careful thinking, it seemed that Pi was missing.　
He sat up in bed, and searched carefully with the night lamp of Famous. The chair given to Pi as a temporary bed was empty. Pi was gone.
Did it go to the bathroom?　　
Zhang Zian turned his head, but didn't see any light beneath the bathroom door. So it was not in the bathroom. He hit his head. Pi was an imaginative elfin, why would it need a bathroom? He must have been confused after sleeping.　 
Tap, Tap, Tap!　　
A slight keyboard tapping sound came from the living room. Zhang Zian put on a jacket, passed by the sleeping and kicking Famous, walked over quietly, and saw the back of Pi.　　
It sat on the floor in front of the coffee table. The light from the laptop screen drew out its fuzzy shape. The nameless book was next to the laptop.　　
Pi was short. It was not comfortable after using the computer on the couch for a long time, so it crossed its legs and sat on the floor. Luckily, there was a carpet near the coffee table and the floor was not too cold.　　
A new Word document was created on the computer, with lines and lines of numbers. Needless to say, it was good old Pi. Mixed in with the numbers were some meaningless English letters. Maybe it was practicing how to type. 　 
The pince-nez was clipped on its nose, and the light from the screen was reflected on the thin lenses. Looking from one side, the lenses seemed to be without power, as there were no circles of the prescription lenses.　　
Pi was a slow typist. Sometimes it couldn't remember the location of a certain key, and its finger stayed above the keyboard for a long time. Even so, it didn't use two fingers to make the typing easier. In order not to disturb the elfins' sleep, Pi was gentle in every movement on purpose.　　


After hearing Zhang Zian's footsteps, it turned its head and grinned at him silently.　　
Zhang Zian pointed at the desk, then picked up the laptop and put it on the desk. He then adjusted the chair to the maximum height, and added a cushion. He asked Pi to sit in the swivel chair, then took another chair next to it for himself.　
The height was perfect. Pi was sitting in it comfortably. It pointed at the screen to show something to Zhang Zian. It typed in English: "I want to learn Chinese."　　
This line of English words were typed among a string of numbers. Yet compared to the time at the library, the numbers were much fewer. Although it was still awkward to read, it was less tiresome for the eyes.　　
Learning Chinese?　　
Zhang Zian stopped for a moment, extended his arms, and replied by typing in English: "Why?"　　
Pi clearly wanted to learn to type in Chinese.  It was much harder than speaking and reading Chinese. For a westerner, switching from an alphabetical Indo-European language to a pictograph Sino-Tibetan language was extremely difficult to do.　 
Pi typed on the screen: "Because Chinese is everywhere."　　
It pointed to the functional buttons in Word, then at the variety of books on the desk. Both the words on the buttons and on the book ridges were Chinese, with very few in English.　　
If Pi wanted to live a long time in the pet shop, or in China, it would be very difficult and inconvenient if it didn't know Chinese at all.　　
Zhang Zian nodded and typed: "I get it. How do you plan to learn? Can you learn from your book?"　　
Pi shook its head and typed: "There is no Chinese in the book."　
Zhang Zian thought the book contained everything in the world. He was surprised to find out about this.　
Pi noticed Zhang Zian's confusion, then typed: "The book is full of knowledge."　
All right. He finally knew something about this book. It was a book about life, universe and everything. But maybe it was written in English without any Chinese. So Pi couldn't use it as a textbook for Chinese. 

Zhang Zian thought about it and typed: "You don't know Chinese, but you can understand me talking?"　　
Pi responded: "I know Pinyin. I can hear."　
What the heck? The book had Pinyin but no Chinese characters?　　
Zhang Zian encouraged it: "If you know Pinyin, it will be fast to learn Chinese. I can help you."　　
Pi cheered up and typed: "Thank you. The book taught about how to learn Chinese fast."　　
Next, Zhang Zian found a lot of free Chinese lessons online, and asked Pi to study with the videos.　
Pi was very focused when studying. It could stare at the screen and sit in front of the computer for hours, while referring to the nameless book with the videos. Zhang Zian had to remind it to get up and move around. Only then it would stand up.　 
After the pet shop business, Zhang Zian played hide-and-seek with Galaxy, finished the daily training with Zhan Tian and Famous in the green field, and spent most of the remaining time with Pi, offering help. For instance, choosing an easy-to-use Chinese input software for it was how he helped. 　 
Maybe because it knew Pinyin already, or the learning methods in the nameless book were very effective, or the Chinese input software was intelligent, that a sentence could be accurately entered by typing the first letter of each word. Or maybe it was because Pi was an elfin born of Strength of Faith. It was impossible to predict it with common sense. Anyway, Pi was learning Chinese extremely fast and progressing at a miraculous speed. It was able to type some simple Chinese sentences within a day. By the second day, it was able to express itself in Chinese, although there were numbers and wrong characters mixed in the sentences, and some grammatical errors that would make people laugh. But it was making solid progress. 
The grammatical issues were hard to solve, as the Chinese grammar was too complicated. When the same word was placed in different places within a sentence, the meaning of the entire sentence could be completely different. Also, identical sentences could have completely different meanings depending on the context. 　 
Zhang Zian found some old newspapers for Pi and asked it to type out the news from them. The newspaper wording was very formal, clear and coherent. After mastering the written language, it would not be too hard to study the spoken language then.　　

Pi was tireless once it started studying. It could not leave the pet shop, and Zhang Zian was the only person it had contact with. Unfortunately, Zhang Zian often needed to tend to the customers during the day, and could not stay around it all the time.　　
When learning a language, the most important thing was to immerse oneself in the language through the daily conversations and interactions. Unlike the other elfins, Pi could not speak, and nobody else was able to communicate with it except Zhang Zian. Pi's progress in learning Chinese soon hit a bottleneck. For the same reason, Pi felt lonely, and often appeared low-spirited.　 
Zhang Zian noticed the same. But he couldn't duplicate himself. He had to handle the customers as well the elfins, which didn't leave him much time with Pi.　
He wanted to find a way to make Pi less lonely.　　



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

Lu Zhou asked Assistant Zhao to make him another cup of coffee. He spent the next hour quietly listening to Luo Wenxuan's experience at CERN over the past two months.
"The design of the lunar hadron collider is mainly done by the Chinese Academy of Sciences Institute of High Energy Physics and the Institute of Space Engineering. However, the Chinese research institutes don't have any experience on hadron colliders, so we contacted CERN…"
Theoretical research fields had very little confidentiality. Whenever CERN had too much data on their hands, they would often hand the data to other research institutes around the world. This was how the Internet was born. Even though there was some competitiveness when it came to groundbreaking research results, research institutes often came to an agreement.
After the Europeans heard that China planned on building a lunar hadron collider, they were even more enthusiastic than the Chinese themselves. They sent their best LHCb and ALICE detector engineers to Beijing. Then they gave the Chinese Academy of Sciences Institute of High Energy Physics ten research visitor spots.
Of course, this wasn't all free.
The reason why CERN was so eager to help was that they hoped to cooperate with China in particle physics research. After the lunar hadron collider was built, more than half of the world's high energy physics experiments would be conducted in space. Hypotheses that weren't verifiable before could now be tested in space.
Out of all of the scholars from the Institute of High Energy Physics, Luo Wenxuan worked at CERN for the longest. Naturally, he was selected as the leader of the Chinese research visitor group.
After spending two months at CERN, he had a lot to say.
"Edward Witten hasn't been there for a long time. I've asked the people in charge at CERN. Apparently, he left his CERN office and mainly works at Princeton now.
"It's not just Witten, a lot of other knowledgeable old professors are gone too. I walked around the lecture buildings and didn't recognize any of the professors."
Luo Wenxuan looked at the vapor rising from the coffee cup, and he sighed with a hint of sadness.
He wanted to see his old friends at CERN, but most of them were gone. They were either too old to keep working, went into another industry, or went to another research institute.
"That's how CERN is like, people in the theoretical physics field will work there at least once in their life, but no one knows where they could end up," Lu Zhou said. He grabbed his coffee cup and said, "It's just like theoretical physics itself, new things come in and old things leave."
"Let's not talk about this sad topic." Luo Wenxuan smiled and shook his head. He said, "Speaking of which, I found something interesting over the past two months."
Lu Zhou said, "What?"
Luo Wenxuan: "Do you remember? The big names at CERN like to learn French as a hobby." 
Lu Zhou smiled and nodded.
"I recall something like that."
CERN was a place of the brightest minds in the world. Whenever someone placed a group of smart people together, there would always be competition.
They obviously couldn't compete in mathematics or physics. After all, they were all at the top of their fields. Also, it wasn't like they could compare their research results against one another; it would be like comparing apples with oranges.
However, if someone could learn a language in a month or even a week or two, that would undoubtedly prove someone's intelligence above others.
This might sound unbelievable, but the big names in physics who worked at CERN could often go from being totally clueless about French to being able to converse in French in just a couple weeks.
Not to mention that half of CERN's facilities were located in France. Therefore learning French and holding lectures in French was one of their favorite "hobbies".
When Lu Zhou first visited CERN, he didn't participate in this unique hobby. He heard about it from the other professors who worked there.
For example, Frank Wilczek once bragged to Lu Zhou that he was able to learn French in two weeks…
"It seems like the situation has changed." Luo Wenxuan smiled and said, "Learning French is out of style now. It seems like, the new way of bragging about one's intelligence is to learn Chinese."
"Learn Chinese?"
"That's right." Luo Wenxuan smiled and said, "Apparently, the official language of the Moon Palace is Chinese and that the Moon Palace research results posted online are also in Chinese. As you know, translating theoretical physics in Google is an absolute disaster. This forced many scholars to start learning Chinese."
"… How unfortunate."
Lu Zhou smiled and awkwardly rubbed his nose.
It seemed like this was his fault.
Even though there was no strict rule that the Moon Palace-produced theses had to be in Chinese, the observational data published and the experimental results published on the Moon Palace website were all in Chinese.
This made life much more difficult for international scholars…
However, China was the one that built the Moon Palace, so they had the right to publish in their native language.
In some sense, this was a power move.
English was a necessary skill for scientific researchers to master. However, improving the influence of one's native tongue in the academic world was also a scholar's responsibility.
If everything went well, the Chinese Academy of Sciences and the Moon Palace would set up an independent journal to only publish research results from the Moon Palace.
By then, not only would the research data be in Chinese, even the journals would be in Chinese as well.
"Speaking of which, even though I didn't see my own friends at CERN, I saw your friend."
Lu Zhou: "Mine?"
"Professor Frank Wilczek." Luo Wenxuan shrugged and smiled. He said, "He told me to ask you; how's your research on the 750 GeV signal going? CERN did another experiment and didn't even find a 1 sigma signal."
Lu Zhou smiled and said, "Tell him next time, that after the lunar hadron collider is complete, I'll give him an answer…"
Luo Wenxuan smiled and said, "Oh, really now? I'm looking forward to it then."


After suffering from a heat stroke while working under the scorching heat of summer, Lu Zhou, a hardworking but poor university student, somehow becomes the owner of an advanced technological system. With the cheat given by the system, his university life changes overnight. 
  
A Master's degree? Easy. 
  
PhD? Not a problem.   
  
From a nobody, he quickly becomes a huge celebrity in the world of science. With the missions given by the system, he is on his way to winning a Nobel Prize.   

"System, can points be exchanged for money?"
  
"No."
  
"F**k, what use are you then!?"
  
"This system will make you the ultimate scholar, the kind that lords over all of humanity. What use will money be to you?"

In the blink of an eye, half a year had passed since crone had fought against Lu Xuan in the sky.
During these six months, the whole cultivation world had also undergone earth-shaking changes.
With the passage of time, more and more cultivators had broken through to the Celestial Realm!
In particular, the entire environment of Huaxia, which had implemented universal cultivation, had undergone earth-shaking changes.
After the battle in which Lu Xuan killed crone in the air half a year ago, Heavenly Palace had established its supreme status.
Lu Xuan was vaguely the number one expert in the world!
In the entire world, there were speculations about whether there was anyone else in the Airborne Realm. Everyone believed there was, however none of them had made a move before. As for Lu Xuan, he had really killed two existences in the Airborne Realm.
This record alone had made everyone look up to him.
With the support of the Heavenly Palace, the Huaxian government was promoting universal cultivation faster and faster. So far, more than half of the people had embarked on the road of cultivation.
Although they had only just embarked on the road of cultivation, and was only in the first and second level, however compared with the progress of promotion in other countries, it could be said to be already amazing.
To this end, it had also set off an upsurge of people learning Chinese.
This was because so far, only the Huaxian government had introduced the method of universal cultivation in the world, while the other national governments were still hesitant in this respect and was unable to come up with a technique for universal cultivation.
Moreover, they had all kinds of strange techniques, and many cultivation systems were not suitable for large-scale promotion at all.
Even if a technique was spread, only a few people would be able to embark on the road of cultivation.
Therefore, they had no other way except to learn the basic techniques of Huaxia, which was based of the technique people in Huaxia used.
This included the people of Huaxia's outlook on life, world outlook and some language features.
If they wanted to learn the basic skills of Huaxia, there was no other way except to study Chinese seriously.
A petition had even been launched online in the hope that the Huaxian government would be able to launch a corresponding version of each language.
But in this regard, the Huaxian government appeared to be indifferent.
There was no need to launch versions of different languages in different countries.
At this time, the difficulty of learning Chinese became obvious.
It was very easy to translate into the languages of various countries from Chinese. On the other hand, if the various languages of different countries were translated into Chinese, it would be very difficult, especially when translating many of the cultivation terms.
It may be easy for people who knew Chinese to understand this, but it was difficult for non-native Chinese speakers to understand.
For a while, Chinese had become a popular language.
It even set off an upsurge of learning Chinese all over the world.
Although at the beginning of the rise of Huaxia, learning Chinese had been a craze, but at that time, whether to learn Chinese or not was only decided on whether or not people were going to do business with Huaxia.
But now, if people did not learn Chinese, then they would be completely cut off from the trend of the world.
Even in the future, those who had learned Chinese would be able to enter the path of cultivation, while those who had not learned would not be able to cultivation. In the future, there may be Gods on one side and human beings on the other.
No one was willing for things to turn out like that.
For a while, the major Chinese cram schools were packed.
The governments of various countries were also very helpless about this. Although they wanted to stop this, they had no way to launch their own national version of a cultivation method.
Furthermore, there was no possibility of popularizing the cultivation system in many countries. In some countries, it was impossible to promote the original worships and voodoo system on a large scale. Cultivation alone would lead to the slaughter of an unknown number of lives.
It was fine if there was only one or two people. If everyone in the world cultivated such a strange system, the governments would not be able to support the people.
Therefore, the governments of various countries could only allow their own citizens to find ways to learn the basic functions and methods introduced by Huaxia.
However, they also knew that despite the various Chinese classes, there were even special broadcasters who would do live broadcasts and explain how to cultivate.
However, because of the great cultural differences, in the end, there was no one who could really understand and embark on the road of cultivation.
This would not affect the overall situation.
Apart from the fact that the number of cultivators around the world had increased innumerably in half a year, the most important thing was that many Celestial Realm experts had emerged one after another.
This was a prosperous time for cultivators, and experts from all sides emerged together. The Celestial Realm experts could already be regarded as the first-class experts recognized by all parties.
In the eyes of many forces, the Celestial Realm experts were the rare top experts. As long as a force had one person in the Celestial Realm in charge, it could be regarded as extremely great and could dominate a place.
If there were many Celestial Realm experts in charge, then that would be even more of a powerful force!
But it had to be said that among so many forces, the most popular recently was the Heavenly Palace.
Originally, there was a rumor that it took Lu Xuan only one month to train 12 military governors to the Celestial Realm in Heavenly Palace.
In the beginning, no one had believed this rumor. In their eyes, the Celestial Realm could not be nurtured like nurturing Chinese cabbage.
But with the passage of time, everyone believed it!
This was because one after another, Celestial Realm experts had walked out from the Heavenly Palace!
The speed was not one every month, but a large group of them popping up every month!
According to statistics, in the past six months alone, more than 200 Celestial Realm experts had emerged from the Heavenly Palace.
There were all types of Celestial Realm experts!
The 12 military governors, who became famous early in the Heavenly Palace, were recognized as at the pinnacle of the Celestial Realm.
With the increasing number of Celestial Realm experts, people also began to divide them into the early stage, the middle stage, the late stage, the peak level and so on.
The 12 military governors who were famous first were extremely strong, and were claimed to be at the peak of Celestial Realm.
This made everyone believe that Lu Xuan really had a way to mass-produce Celestial Realm experts.
Also, these Celestial Realm experts were not all direct descendants of the Heavenly Palace. Many of them were commissioned by other special organizations of the government to train at the Heavenly Palace.
Everyone also knew that in the Heavenly Palace, there was also a distinction between the inner sect and the outer sect. The inner sect had direct descendants of Heavenly Palace.
The outer sect had powers from all kinds of force. At the beginning, only the government department commissioned Lu Xuan to train the Celestial Realm experts.
However, with the passage of time, various forces gradually found that Lu Xuan did not seem to mind popularizing some of his knowledge of cultivation.
Therefore, people were sent there one after another, and those forces that were friendly with the Huaxian government received a great benefit.
In contrast, those forces that did not deal with the Huaxian government were more regretful at this time, as they lost a lot of opportunities to increase the number of Celestial Realm experts.
Today, the Heavenly Palace had attracted the attention of all cultivators in the world.
This was because the Heavenly Palace was recruiting a wide range of disciples in the entire Huaxia for the first time.


In his past incarnation, Lu Xuan was the youngest Celestial Lord that the universe has ever seen!
An accidental rebirth brought him back to a thousand years before, where the Earth had just begun its spiritual reawakening. When he stepped onto the way of cultivation for a second time, he swore to rewrite all injustices suffered in his past life, and defeat all enemies that dare stand in his way!
Let invincibility be his cultivation and the path he treads. In this life, it is his destiny to be invincible!

Once Gun-Ho came back to his office in GH Building, he made a call to Min-Hyeok Kim. It was around 2 pm.
"You seem to be very busy taking care of businesses outside the office."
"Haha. Not really. I'm not particularly busy these days."
"GH Parts Company's year-end profit and loss report has been emailed to the Manager Song person over there."
"Yeah, I'm aware of it. But I still wanted to hear from you."
"We barely made over 10 billion won last year. It's 10.4 billion won to be exact."
"You did a good job."
 
"Our cost of goods sold is 8 billion won, and the general administrative cost is 800 million won."
"Hmm, I see. The general administrative cost is less than 8%."
"I've tried hard to reduce our general administrative cost, but it has not been easy. The salary of our manager here is included in the general administrative cost rather than in the cost of goods sold since the position that he is holding is a managerial position."
"Is that so? That manager person is good?"
"Yeah, he is good. He is doing all of the actual supervisory work around here."
"I see."
"Since we don't have any loan from a bank or need to make an interest payment to them, you can say that our ordinary income is 1.6 billion won."
"That's good."
"After paying Congsi Shui (corporate tax) here, we will be left with around 1.2 billion won."
 
"Are you going to use them all to distribute dividends?"
"That would be great. I need money, and I'm sure that you need cash considering your ongoing investment in China for Huanle Shiji Production Company. What do you think?"
"Hmm, I see."
"You will receive 1.14 billion won, and I will receive 60 million won as dividends."
"Don't we have to leave some cash in the reserve?"
"Money is constantly coming into the company as we continuously do business, so I don't think we have to leave some of our profits from last year to save in our reserve."
"Okay, then. Let's distribute the dividends then."
"I still have some mortgage loan left for the condo in Incheon City, where my parents are living right now. I'm going to use the 60 million won to pay it off. I will be debt-free in Korea."
"Hmm, is that so?"
"It will take a huge burden off my shoulders. I can then focus on paying off the mortgage loan here for my condo, starting next year."
"I see."
 
"Anyway, once I pay off those two mortgage loans, I will have two condos without any financial obligation— one in Korea and one in China. I can then consider myself the middle class. I believe that I will be in a better financial situation than Suk-Ho Lee."
"Is Suk-Ho Lee still in Shenyang City?"
"I think so. I sometimes want to help him, but I can't shake off those negative feelings developed over the past years, especially during our high school years. I don't feel sorry for him whenever I think of those old days when he treated me so badly. Well, I know those feelings are fading away though as I grow old."
"You don't have to actually help him, but you can be kind to him."
 
"You know what? You remember Ms. Eun-Hwa Jo, who used to work here in interpreting for me, and she is now helping Jae-Sik Moon in Antang City?"
"Of course. She was my private tutor when I was learning the basic Chinese language."
"She is now giving private lessons to Jae-Sik Moon and his wife, and Jae-Sik's wife is speaking Chinese almost fluently now."
"Really? She just started learning Chinese, didn't she?"
"I talked with Eun-Hwa Jo the other day. She was amazed by Jae-Sik's wife's fast improvement in the Chinese language. Even though she started learning it not long ago, her skills to apply what she learned is very impressive. If Eun-Hwa Jo teaches one thing to her, Jae-Sik's wife applies it on ten different occasions. Eun-Hwa Jo said that she had been teaching so many Koreans for a long time, but she has never seen a person like her who learns Chinese that quickly."
"Haha. She must be talented in languages. She majored in Korean literature in college, and I'm sure she knows a lot of Chinese words too. Hmm, even so, knowledge in literature and Chinese characters don't really guarantee someone's second language speaking ability…"
 
"I heard about this from somewhere. There are people who are born with natural talent in language. It's like your inborn talent with numbers, Gun-Ho."
"Haha. I'm just doing some mental calculations. That's all. Anyway, it's very nice that Jae-Sik's wife is talented for languages."
"As to Dingding's sales company, Dingding told me that she already sent the year-end financial report to Mr. Adam Castler along with the next year's plan. You received it, right?"
"Yeah. Dyeon Korea gave me the report during the meeting yesterday. Its total sales revenue is 52.8 billion won."
"Whoa, 52.8 billion won? That's huge. It's doing incredibly well considering that the company was a newly established firm."
"I would attribute its success to the brand name— Dyeon."
 
"I talked with Jong-Suk Park the other day. He said that GH Mobile generated 110.2 billion won last year. That's unbelievable, Gun-Ho Goo. I admire you for the achievement with your business, even though you are my friend."
"That's not enough. We still have a long way to go."
"GH Mobile is a large company now with 500 workers. I'm so proud that I have a friend like you, Gun-Ho."
"Haha. You are silly! It's time to go back to work, my friend."
 
After getting off the phone with Min-Hyeok Kim, Gun-Ho was thinking,
 
'Min-Hyeok Kim and GH Media's President Jeong-Sook Shin both will receive 60 million won for their 5% share in the company this year. Adding the dividend to their yearly salary, they are making more than 100 million won per year. I guess they are making enough money to have a decent life.
 
In addition, President Jeong-Sook Shin's condo is now worth 1.2 billion won, and she made 350 million won since her condo price increased that much, even though she has a mortgage loan for that condo. Therefore, she made more than 450 million won last year alone if I add up her salary, dividend, and the amount increased in her condo price.
 
Well, Min-Hyeok Kim and Jae-Sik Moon purchased their condos in Incheon City. Even though it's nice to have their own clean condos to live in, their condo price hasn't increased much just because they are not located in Seoul City. No wonder why people want to buy a condo in Gangnam District, Seoul City. I'm sure that the price of President Shin's condo in Gangnam District will continuously go up to 1.5 billion won, to 1.8, and even to 2 billion won soon, while the condos in Incheon City will stay around the same price even after three or five years. It will deepen the housing price polarization.
 
By that time, the person, who bought a condo in Gangnam District, would make enough money to buy ten condos in Incheon City, while the person, who bought a condo in Incheon City, would own the same condo that is worth the same value. When I was in high school, in Incheon City, if someone owns two condos, that person was deemed to be rich. President Shin will soon have enough money to buy ten condos in Incheon. On the other hand, Jae-Sik Moon had been living in a basement until he turned almost 40 years old, and finally bought a condo in Incheon. He could finally afford to live in a condo when he was almost 40. That's why people say that both poverty and wealth passes on to the next generation.
 
I still remember what Master Park told me when I visited him in his home— Cheonghakjeongsa in Goesan Town. He said that someone is rich if that person is satisfied with what he or she currently owns. Well, President Jeong-Sook Shin, Min-Hyeok Kim, and Jae-Sik Moon seem to be fully satisfied with their current financial status. I guess they are rich.'

This is the story of a poor young man whose poverty even shreds apart their family willing to climb his way through society and into the top. A very realistic novel that moves away from fantasy and sci-fi and focuses solely on the issues of society and life.

She was a person who had experienced the coldness and warmth of the human world. She would also sincerely repay those who treated her well. She had no reason to accept everything about this body, but she would try her best to accept it. However, the so-called mother, who received the memories, did not have a good relationship with her. Since she was young, if it was not for Qian An.. Perhaps her personality would have been completely distorted.
She didn't do anything wrong when she came and was beaten up by her for no reason. Shui Shui Shui also understood that there were many things that couldn't be forced. Although she didn't understand why this mother treated her daughter this way, she had replaced her original body.. Naturally, she wouldn't be like her original body. She would only stand there and take the beating. She would only silently accept it.
She accepted the memories, but she was actually not her original body, so she wasn't bound by any restrictions. Of course, in modern society, there were many times when she couldn't control herself. Therefore, when she knew that this woman wasn't her biological mother, she was very happy. At least, she could get rid of the restrictions of morality and didn't need to be bound by superficial morality.
It was time for class. Shui Shui was still thinking about it, but her gaze was already on the textbook.
The language teacher's class was extremely boring. Many people started to wander off, and Shui Shui was no exception. This was because she was really not interested in the arts. She took the ancient poems that she had to memorize and began to memorize those ancient poems. She memorized two of them every day.
The language teacher was not in a good mood today. Seeing that so many people were not listening to the class, she was a little angry "everyone, pay attention. The Arts class this time is not very ideal. Why don't you all reflect on yourselves? With this class attitude, how can you improve your language skills? "
"Qian Shuishui, do you think it's right for you to not attend class? " Even though you're the top student in your grade, you still have to look at other subjects. You can't be too biased towards subjects. If your language scores go up, it will also increase your marks."The language teacher also hoped that Shui Shui Shui could attend the class She would take the lead.
She called Shui Shui directly to remind everyone.
Shui Shui was also speechless. She was the quietest. As for the others, they were reading extra-curricular books, playing with their phones, and others were doing other things. Why did they have to call her? was there a need for that Moreover, the information she was looking at was the ancient poems and classical Chinese from the college entrance examination.
"although I have other things to do, the things I'm looking at are related to Chinese. This can also improve my Chinese score. " Shui Shui thought so, but her words were more tactful, and she tried to use a gentle tone She wanted to express her attitude towards learning.
It was impossible for her to be completely focused during every class. Moreover, she really felt very awkward and bored in the Liberal Arts. It was normal for her to be biased. In her previous life, her bias was even more serious, but in this life, it was much better.
The teacher walked down from the podium and picked up Shui Shui's information to read. "En, it is indeed related to ancient poetry and classical Chinese. If you read it, do you think you can learn more? Why don't you use the time after class to memorize it? Wouldn't that be better? "
Shui Shui didn't say anything. She couldn't say it because if she continued, it would make the language teacher feel embarrassed, so she could only remain silent.
Some people in the class were gloating, while others felt that Qian Shuishui was very innocent. who asked Qian Shuishui to be number one in the grade Therefore, she became the focus of the teachers'training. No one was perfect. Qian Shuishui was also good at science. Her liberal arts was average. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't outstanding either. In this exam, Shui Shui scored 130 points in Chinese and more than half of her score was deducted from her composition. This kind of score couldn't be considered bad. Her score for history and politics was around 70. As for geography, it just so happened to be 70 points. The highest score for Liberal Arts was around 90 points Therefore, her score wasn't good enough. It just so happened that science was difficult. The average score for science wasn't ideal. However, Shui Shui got full marks directly, which made up for the gap in the liberal arts.
After the teacher finished talking about Shui Shui, she did not continue because Shui Shui did not speak. She thought Shui Shui had listened to her. She continued to attend her own class. Some people who went too far would be called out directly.
Shui Shui continued to memorize ancient poems and classical Chinese. It was really boring. It was hard for her to say that she was serious about learning Chinese. For some reason, she was not interested in liberal arts and did not want to spend too much time on it. She had thought about taking it seriously before, but it was useless. If she did not like it, she did not like it. She could not force it.
She did not deliberately say that she wanted to get first place. If she could get it, she would get it. If she could not get it, it was fine. In any case, in science, she would fight for it if she could.
People were ambitious. She did not like to hide her weaknesses, so she went straight to her goal.
After the Chinese class ended, many people began to complain. "Is the teacher having menopause and having such a bad temper? "
"She even mentioned Qian Shuishui. I think Qian Shuishui's Chinese scores aren't bad either. 130 points. The highest score in our class is only 132. " She felt that the teacher's scolding of Shui Shui was also baffling.
"Shui Shui, what do you think? " They asked Shui Shui.
Shui Shui was embarrassed. "I don't think it matters. After all, the teacher didn't deliberately target me. She's under a lot of pressure. You guys don't have to care too much. The Chinese teacher has always been more serious. "
She didn't care. If she was scolded, so be it. Anyway, it wouldn't affect her. Besides, the teacher couldn't possibly say that it was intentional. She really wanted her to listen to the class seriously and let her lead the class, but she really couldn't do anything about it.
From Shui Shui's tone, it seemed to be very pretentious, but in fact, it was very real. Everyone believed it because Shui Shui had always been like this. She would do whatever she was supposed to do. The teacher also favored Shui Shui more, but she was still like this. She hadn't changed, and only then did she realize.. She spoke more directly and felt that her words were very mature. She wouldn't completely side with anyone.
In a while, the physics class was about to begin. The teacher came and began to organize the students "The school believes that all of you should also participate in remedial classes. However, it also depends on your wishes. The students of the key classes must also participate in remedial classes. If you don't want the gap to be too big, I suggest that all of you also participate in remedial classes. "
There was a wave of plaintive voices because everyone did not want to participate in remedial classes.
Shui Shui was called out by the physics teacher, "Qian Shuishui, do you think that you should participate in remedial classes? "
Asking her again It was awkward. The other students were also speechless. The teachers loved to find Qian Shuishui to talk about it.
Shui Shui stood up. That would be troublesome now. "Uh, teacher, it's not very good to ask me this question. "
"You got first place, but the pressure you brought to the key classes, they will definitely work harder. At that time, what should you do? " The physics teacher continued to ask Shui Shui.
"Of course, when they are working hard, I am also working hard. I can't guarantee that I won't be inferior to others, but I don't want to waste time on making up lessons since it's more efficient for me to learn on my own. Of course, I can only speak for myself."Shui Shui had a good relationship with the physics teacher So, she directly revealed her thoughts. How should I put it? She had discussed it in private before, and she also indicated that the time she spent on physics was longer than any other subject.
She hoped that the teacher would stop calling her names and asking for her opinion.


She was a combination of a high iq scholar and a black-bellied prince charming. She was a one-on-one, two-on-one, two-on-one, absolutely refreshing, and she was welcome to jump into the pit.
She was a young and famous physicist from a future world.
He was the eldest son of a modern wealthy family.
When she was in a plane crash and became a modern-day second-generation girl, she was proficient in drinking. She was also ranked last in her studies. At home, her elder sister did not love her, her younger brother hated her, and her parents did not care.
In the circle of Friends of the rich second generation, they also looked down on this idiot.
He was noble and elegant, the idol of all women.
It was said that Qian Shuishui was a bad student, and her mind was empty every day.
It was said that Qian Shuishui was a bad girl, playing with boys'emotions
It was said that Qian Shuishui was a bad girl, and she was good at eating, drinking, and playing.
Then please tell me, who is this woman in front of me, leisurely drinking coffee, and reading the physics report in a foreign language with great interest?

"This is much better than the one that we had earlier. I would talk to the boss and work hard to get this approved Mr. Choi. Ms. Nam, I do have a few queries if you could help me out, I am a learner too. Whenever you have time, let me know," Chen Waan asked Nam Ji Won because there were places where she was amused by the usage of particular words and there were places where she thought she could offer better translation.  
Nam Ji Won clasped her hands together in elation. Making friends through translation, that would be great!  "Yes, yes, whenever. I heard you are here for three days, right? We can schedule a meeting tomorrow at some… better place."  
Choi Sang Ho glared at his assistant. Was she dissing his office, this ungrateful brat!  
Both Mo Yifan and Chen Waan chuckled on her remark. Mo Yifan had been staying quiet all along. But he was understanding majority of the conversations. No one knew this except Chen Waan. She was observing the micro changes in his expressions and could make out what he was able to understand and what not.  
Everyone else stared at him in astonishment. Was it just a reaction to Chen Waan's laughter?  
"Ah, I am sorry to interrupt. I understood that so…," he scratched his head shyly and said this both in Chinese and Korean.  
"Whoa, Fan Fan, sir, your Korean is awkward but great! I can understand everything," Nam Ji Won opened her eyes wide. What was this miracle? In his list of talents, Korean was never mentioned.  
"I just started learning, so it will take time for me to adjust my speaking skills. But anyway, would it be alright for me to sit in this meeting as well?" he asked, his cheeks getting redder with embarrassment. Now that a native person had critiqued his speaking skills harshly, he was less confident now.  
"It's alright Mo Yifan, that was a good attempt. We will work on your speaking later. You are doing good here," Chen Waan sensed the hesitation in him and encouraged him on the stop in Chinese. Only Nam Ji Won could understand this from the other party, and she realized her mistake. How could she say harsh words to her idol? This was the worst if he had just started learning. Did she accidently hamper his growth?  
"Ah, yes, yes. Your skills are amazing Fan Fan, I did not mean to discourage you," Nam Ji Won tried to do some damage control but did not know how.  
"Ms. Nam, it is okay. He needs to understand the deficiencies too, if he is serious about learning. We will aim to do better, so please do let us know if you find anything wrong. It is also a test of my teaching skills," Chen Waan bowed slightly to the girl. She knew Nam Ji Won did not have any malicious intentions in saying whatever she said.  
"Alright, enough chit chat. Ms. Chen, if your team is okay with the edits after your discussion with Ji Won, let us know. I would like to start on this movie in the third quarter of this year, if possible," Choi Sang Ho interrupted. He knew Nam Ji Won was a chattering box and if he did not stop her, she would end up talking through the night.  
It was getting closer to lunch time now as well. Chen Waan relayed the message to Sun Lian and everyone agreed on the same.  
"Director Choi, Senior Sun wants to treat you to lunch, what do you think about accompanying us?" Chen Waan asked the director. Of course, Nam Ji Won was invited too.  
"Oh, no, no. You are our guests, I should be the one treating you. Please, let me take you out," Choi Sang Ho replied. He was definitely not in a position to treat people budget wise, especially this lady here who was such a big phenomenon. However, if he was able to strike this deal, that would be the best.  
"That is very alright Mr. Choi. Let us treat you today and when the contract gets approved, we will visit you once again and won't shy away from you paying. How does that sound?" Chen Waan knew it was basically insulting him, but giving that assurance was important. Otherwise, this guy would never say yes to a free lunch. It was not their culture at all.  
"A-Alright, if you say so," Choi Sang Ho reluctantly said yes. If the girl said with so much confidence that the contract will get approved, could he pin his hopes on this project then? He would not turn down their offer then.  
Everyone got up and headed to a hotpot place where there were options for Chen Waan too. It was an expensive looking restaurant and Choi Sang Ho was feeling bad about it.  
"Director Choi, please do not feel anxious. I understand it is not something you usually do. But Senior Sun and I have dietary restrictions, we chose this restaurant after very careful research. This is not to insult you. I am in the same boat anyway, free loading on Senior Sun's money," she tried to placate the man whose frown was deepening by the minute. Poor guy!  
"Yeah Director, let's not think too much about it. Moreover, when would we get to eat at such an incredible place? Please think about you assistant too," Nam Ji Won also pleaded her case with her puppy eyes. Compared to more conservative Choi Sang Ho, Nam Ji Won was much more easygoing.  
They ordered a bunch of dishes for none of them had the breakfast. Even though Chen Waan had packed some breakfast with her for her and Mo Yifan to eat on the way, she was afraid that due to smell of food, Sun Lian's motion sickness might worsen. They ended up eating chocolates as well at that time.  
Right now, everyone was just too hungry. Chen Waan and Mo Yifan especially, since they had been using their brain so much for translations. Juggling between languages took too much energy ah!  
"Did you learn Chinese just for fun Ms. Nam?" Chen Waan was very interested in knowing fellow language learners. Even back in Thailand and Europe, she had her own groups for language learning. Those were the only people who she considered as friends, although, they were not very close to her. It was more like just a conversation group for people to come and discuss. But those people were better than her classmates who knew nothing but bullying.  
"Oh, so my maternal grandfather happens to be from China. He made me learn his native language because none of his grandkids would learn. I thought it would be helpful in me learning traditional Korean since I wanted to go into literature," Nam Ji Won explained as the five people waited for their food.  
Even the bodyguards and the drivers sat down at the nearby table and ate. Who would have thought Sun Lian would be so generous? They were just in awe.  
"Wow, did you face much difficulty then?" Chen Waan continued.  
While Mo Yifan was listening intently, Sun Lian did not understand anything because they were talking in Korean. Choi Sang Ho had heard the story for many a times, so he was not paying attention either.  
"Ms. Sun, do you have any intention of acting in your own movie?" Director Choi started talking to Sun Lian in English. He had seen her interviews before and the lady spoke quite good an English. He could try himself since he thought she was looking bored.  
Sun Lian gave an amused look to the man. This guy could talk such great English, why were they going through the ordeal of hiring the translators all this while?  
"I did have plans like that. But now, if the movie is going to be made in Korean, I won't be able to participate," she replied smoothly. She wanted to ask the translator question very badly. Why could they just not talk in English together, on phone? But she held back her questions. She would ask them later.  
"Oh, well, do not worry, we might work towards a Chinese remake if this is a hit," Choi Sang Ho replied. He would have loved to work with a veteran actress like her but it did not seem like there was a possibility. Even if he said yes to making a Chinese version rather than Korean, the language bar was just too high for him. Translation would not work for such a large scale project.  
"I would rather not. Let this project be a joint project between the two countries. If it could serve a good purpose in bilateral talks, that would be an honor. I would not want to get other remakes made then," she replied, quite proud of her work.  
"I did not take Ms. Sun to be so loyal and considerate. You are very different from what the rumors say," Choi Sang Ho fiddled with the glass in his hand. This lady, was quite benevolent. She was just going to donate her script for a good cause.  
"Oh? And what did the rumors say?" Sun Lian, for some reason, was enjoying their conversation. Was this the start of a new friendship that she had been cribbing about recently?  


Mo Yifan rules the hearts of billions as one of the most celebrated Chinese idols. He has freedom, he has money and he has power.
But his life changes when he meets a down to earth orphan student, Chen Waan, in a foreign country on Christmas Eve, who is hired by his agency to become his... what? Translator and Idol Girlfriend?
Has his boss gone mad? He wants to debut her as his official girlfriend? What will happen to his popularity if he breaks the hearts of all the females in his fanbase?
Does this look funny to you? My career is on line here, and you are laughing?

Join the two bantering people, who are supposed to be in a relationship but can't see eye to eye. Will they end up falling in love or will they remain enemies? What is the motive of the the boss behind asking something unthinkable in the idol world?

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"Why are you really here? You definitely have an agenda," Mo Yifan asked the girl coldly as she trotted into his house with her suitcase.
"How would I know? Go ask your boss," Chen Waan shrugged her shoulders and infiltrated her way towards the empty room.
"You...," unable to refute, Mo Yifan could only gnash his teeth. He had thought she was a kind girl, but it looked like she was here for revenge, for he had abandoned her in that foreign country to fend for herself.
The girl smiled curtly, she loved that miserable expression of this guy. "Serves you right," she muttered under her breath.

Disclaimer: This novel will use people from all around the world. Any such global or local reference is not representative of the whole culture. Kindly do not take it to the heart. This novel is intended for entertainment purposes only.

*The cover art does not belong to me. Please contact me for credits/ removal*

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 "Moreover, the books on the third floor only have value as antiques. If you truly want to read them, then head out the door, turn right, and walk 800 meters. There is a specialized Shaolin bookstore. They have all kinds of Buddhist texts. If you see uncle master Yong Ping personally, you can get a 50% discount or even for FREE!"
 Before Wei Xiao Bei could speak, Shi Yan Ping began grumbling some words, using them to attack Wei Xiao Bei.
 Wow!
 Wei Xiao Bei began pondering whether he should drag Shi Yan Ming back with him. If he placed him with Andre, he wondered who would win in the war of chatting.
 Although Shi Yan Ming was a chatterbox, he did, in fact, speak the truth. 
 Wei Xiao Bei also came to an understanding. It was truly as Shi Yan Ming said. The Buddhist texts on the third floor could also be bought in bookstores.
 It was no longer the ancient times. There was no such thing as a monopoly of knowledge, especially for things like Buddhist texts. The Shaolin Temple might even want people to buy these texts to increase the number of believers.
 However, Wei Xiao Bei had a slight premonition that if he walked away and went to use modern printed Buddhist texts, he would miss a good opportunity.
 With this being the case, Wei Xiao Bei did speak with Shi Yan Ming any longer and insisted to go to the third floor.
 Shi Yan Ming had no choice. In the end, he could only agree. However, after calling another monk, Shi Yan Ming himself accompanied Wei Xiao Bei upstairs. 
 He simply did not believe that Wei Xiao Bei could truly take in the Buddhist texts.
 He was someone who had studied it with great difficulty but always felt that reading manga was a lot better than reading Buddhist texts. Amithaba Buddha, every time he read Buddhist texts, he would feel dizzy and sleepy. 
 Luckily, he was a martial monk. He only needed to force himself to understand the Buddhist texts. If he had to participate in Buddhist texts, this would simply be like asking him to kill himself.
 They both went up the stairs to the third floor.
 The third floor was sealed by steel doors that Wei Xiao Bei had already seen when he came up before.
 Although he could store the steel doors in his storage bracelet, it was impossible to restore them once he did so.
 Additionally, the ventilation duct in that place was quite narrow. Wei Xiao Bei had never learned Bone Contraction Arts, but even a practitioner of it would have great difficulty in passing through the duct. 
 After opening the doors, the smell of dust hit him in the face. He was already prepared for it, and he used his hand to cover his mouth.
 On the contrary, Shi Yan Ming had been caught off guard. He sucked in a breath and choked on it, causing him to go into a coughing fit. Afterward, he could only smile awkwardly and fully open the door, allowing the impure air to come out.
 The third floor was the floor that Shi Yan Ming was responsible for, but because there were only a few people going up to it, Shi Yan Ming could be a bit lax.
 Luckily, the Buddhist texts had already been treated. Not only were they treated with medicinal water, but liquid plastic had been sprayed on every single page of the book, creating a layer of plastic protection.
 If it wasn't for this Shi Yan Ming's way of handling the books, they might've already been covered with dust or destroyed. 
 Although a layer of dust had already covered the books, a light wipe was enough to make the books bright and clean again.
 After Wei Xiao Bei looked at the books, his eyes lit up. His heart jumped and did not even pay any attention to Shi Yan Ming who was dealing with the dust. He walked forward a few steps and took an old book. He wiped away the dust and turned the pages.
 However, after flipping the pages, Wei Xiao Bei could not help but feel awkward.
 The reason was very simple. The Buddhist text that he picked up was not written in Chinese but in Sanskrit.
 Let alone the content, he simply could not even understand the cover.
 Wei Xiao Bei did not understand Sanskrit!
 In truth, Wei Xiao Bei was genuinely stunned.
 Shi Yan Ming appeared to be quite smart, could he understand some Sanskrit?
 Thinking about this, Wei Xiao Bei immediately pulled him to the side, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
 I already feel a headache from reading the Chinese version of the Buddhist text. Sanskrit? Please spare this small monk!
 Seeing that Shi Yan Ming did not understand Sanskrit, Wei Xiao Bei also felt a headache.
 Luckily, there was such a thing called the internet. Without hesitation, he took out his phone. Although he had been staying cooped up inside the Sutra Depository Pavillion every day, he still charged his phone to maintain a connection with others.
 He immediately looked up Sanskrit.
 After looking at the information, Wei Xiao Bei found out that unlike Chinese with many characters, Sanskrit was an alphabet, but there were differences with the Western alphabet.
 In simpler terms, the Sanskirt alphabet had 47 letters.
 This number of letters was already considerably more than the English alphabet, but even more terrifying, unlike the normal alphabet which consisted of vowels and consonants, Sanskrit was composed of words with more than two consonants in a row. 
 There were more than 1000 consonant-only strings, but learning Sanskrit required one to learn all these 1000 consonant strings!
 This was not even considered much. The worst part was that every single noun had eight different formats. The so-called format was similar to the subject-verb-object pattern in Chinese. Other than that, there were also singular, plural and even dual forms for the noun.
 In other words, every single noun in Sanskrit could be shown in 24 different forms.
 Naturally, some of these changes were normal to Chinese.
 It was said that in Chinese level 8 tests, there were some questions that could make foreigners puke blood.
 About 98% of foreigners are said to not even be able to pass the second question.
 Additionally, it was said that Sanskrit could harness mysterious powers and produce miraculous effects.
 For example, one famous phrase, Om Mani Padme Hum. This phrase was made of six Sanskirt letters. Because there were differences among sects, there were different effects when different senior monks chanted it. 
 The most genuine incantation was the innermost heart of the Bodhisattva of Compassion. Saying this incantation could cleanse one's desires, anger, arrogance, envy, and even greed. 
 On the other hand, the Tibetan incantation was used to get rid of damage from evil spirits, diseases, clearing away fatigue, and many others.
 Naturally, Wei Xiao Bei had never truly seen the effects of these words, but he had a little belief in them at that moment. 
 After all, he had already entered the Dust World. It should be a bit normal for Sanskrit to be miraculous, right?
 After understanding the situation of Sanskirt, Wei Xiao Bei spent 20 minutes on the web trying to find a specialized online shop that sold learning material on Sanskrit.
 Learning Sanskrit? Other than senior monks who specialized in researching them, only a few people would actually dig deep into them.
 The heavens had mercy as there actually was an online store like that.
 The main reason it was able to survive was because Wei Xiao Bei had spent 10,000 yuan. 
 Since there was only one store on the internet like that, it held a monopoly and he had no choice.
 But then again, the material provided was actually decent. 
 At the very least, Wei Xiao Bei did not have a hard time learning Sanskrit. Naturally, his [Ten Line At A Glance] skill and his high learning attribute were put to great use. 
 Whether it was the 47 letters or the 1000 consonant string letters, as long as he used a bit of time to mechanically memorize them, he could roughly understand.
 This was only the basics of the basics. The next problem was that learning just the letters would not be enough.
 Afterward, he needed to familiarize himself with some Sanskrit nouns, and try to form sentences from them.
 After looking at the material for an hour, Wei Xiao Bei impatiently researched the Buddhist text in his hand.
 After researching for more than half an hour, he roughly understood Sanskrit writing.
 The book was called Vajracchedikā Prajñāpāramitā Sūtra, or in simpler terms the Diamond Sutra. The contents were the ideology of Mahayana Buddhism.
 The so-called Prajñā was the Sanskrit word for wisdom, great wisdom, and wondrous knowledge.
 After looking at the Diamond Sutra, Wei Xiao Bei roughly understood its contents.
 The text mainly consisted of the Buddha answering questions of his disciples to display the essence of his knowledge.
 In other words, the Diamond Sutra was of the same status and significance as the Analects of Confucius in Confucianism.
 Before Wei Xiao Bei could reflect on the question and answer the text, he raised his eyebrows and became happy.
 It appeared that his status panel had changed after reading the Diamond Sutra.
 The branch skill Sanksrit had appeared in his [Language] skill!
Language: Chinese (Proficient), English (Proficient), French (Proficient), Spanish (Proficient), Danish (Proficient), Western Divine Language (Basic), Sanskrit (Basic)
 At the level of basic Sanskrit, Wei Xiao Bei was similar to someone who could engage in daily conversations. He would not be able to speak or understand deeper words.
 For Wei Xiao Bei this was not an issue.
 He looked at his evolution points and saw that he still had 1851 points.
 He focused on Sanskrit, consuming 200 evolution points and advanced Sanskrit from basic to proficient.
 Afterward, Wei Xiao Bei read the Diamond Sutra and felt that it was a lot easier to read, but after looking at the text again, Wei Xiao Bei was puzzled at why there were some bits that he could not understand.
 It must be known that his Sanskrit was already at a proficient level!


One day, Wei Xiao Bei gets dragged into The Dust World, a post-apocalyptic world ruled by monsters from myths, legends, games, etc. He also gains the power to travel between it and the real world, as well as the power called the 'Status Panel'. With this power, he chooses to strengthen himself to explore the vast mysteries and terror of the other world. What mysteries await him? What is The Dust World?
Author's Synopsis:
What the hell is this? What the hell happened here?
How did my room become so ruined after a single night?
The floor and table were covered in dust, his new poster of Zhang Liang Ying that had just been posted on the wall a few days ago had already become yellow and tattered all over. Even Zhang Liang Ying’s beautiful face became monstrous as if an old devil was looking at him with a terrifying smile.
The walls were covered by a mist of cobwebs and the fruits placed on top of the coffee table were withered and rotted to the point that the mold on them had turned black. The fruits below even seemed to have turned into mush. The aluminium framed window that the landlord had just installed not that long ago was now covered in a layer of white ash and the glass was filled with cracks and covered in dust.
The computer beside his bed was also covered by cobwebs and was accompanied by an empty water glass with a withered worm inside of it.
Dust filled the air making Wei Xiao Bei choke as he tried to breathe.
Everything seemed to be ash gray without any light as if looking at television static.
After just one night, it seemed like everything in the room had aged for centuries or even millennia.
Mother… is this a dream?
This must be a dream!

This time, the word written should have been the "you" word of this world.
Yang Dingtian followed after the old man, repeated the word, and once again wrote it in the snow. He wrote the "you" word, read it out loud, and pointed at the old man.
The old man mastered languages very quickly. He could read and write accurately and was even more proficient than Yang Dingtian.
They continued with the words for eyes, nose, mouth, hair, skin, flesh, blood veins, tendons, stomach, leg, heavy snow, ice, stares, sky, and many others.
Yang Dingtian was already highly intelligent, but the old man was even more so.
After spending dozens of hours until the snow had stopped falling, both of them had learned much of each other's language and words.
The old man taught Yang Dingtian a total of 189 words and 50 terms. After he finished learning, the old man even used Chinese to test Yang Dingtian.
For example, the old man pointed at the cloud in the sky and said "cloud" in Chinese. Then, Yang Dingtian had to write the "cloud" word of this world and pronounce it.
If Yang Dingtian got it correct, the old man would smile; if Yang Dingtian got it wrong, the old man would directly slap him in the face.
His slap was really painful, but it seemed like the old man was in more pain. This was because his broken bones had not recovered yet. There was one time when he slapped Yang Dingtian but vomited lots of blood. Therefore, Yang Dingtian dared not to make any more mistakes, and even if he did, he would instantly slap himself and not allow the old man to slap him. What was more, he even hit himself harder than the old man had. Sometimes, his face would swell instantly or even bleed..
Throughout the practice session, the old man did not even sympathize with him even once. Once Yang Dingtian made a mistake, the old man would give him a piercing gaze.
At the end of the whole learning process, the old man reached out his hand and touched Yang Dingtian's swollen face. Yang Dingtian's heart instantly melted.
"You go and continue building the ice stairs!" The old man spoke in Chinese. Then, he closed his eyes and returned to his meditative state.
"Do you want to eat something?" Yang Dingtian asked. However, the old man ignored him even though he now understood what Yang Dingtian was saying.
Yang Dingtian smiled and then gently tidied up the old man's clothes. He used a comb to fix his hair before resuming his construction of ice steps.
...…
Just like that, time passed day by day.
Most of the time, the old man was meditating in an upright position. Every ten days, he would give Yang Dingtian a fiery red pill to sustain his life and energy.
Only when it began to snow would he open his eyes and teach Yang Dingtian the language and words used in this world. At the same time, he would also learn Chinese from Yang Dingtian through writing on the snow.
When the snow stopped, both of them would stop learning as well. The old man would continue his meditation, and Yang Dingtian would continue building his ice stairs.
Time went day by day.
The stairs built by the ice steps became taller and taller with each passing day. Yang Dingtian's comprehension of this world's language had grown and grown. The extremely clever old man had almost completely mastered Chinese. Once he had mastered the rules and essence of Chinese, he could fully integrate it and learn by himself. As a result, towards the end, he was even able to point out some of Yang Dingtian's Chinese mistakes. The old man's intelligence truly surprised Yang Dingtian.
However, Yang Dingtian's progress in the study of this world's language was gradually becoming slower and slower. At first, he could learn hundreds of words in just ten hours, but now, his rate of study had slowed dramatically. His slow progress was because he had transmigrated to a completely mysterious world of Kung Fu. Yang Dingtian had never heard of many of the terms related to this topic as it was too abstract for him.
In order for Yang Dingtian to truly master the language, the old man even translated all those terms and concepts into Chinese before teaching it all to him.
This unfamiliarity was one of the reasons Yang Dingtian, who had not been beaten for some time, started getting beaten again. Each time he took lessons, he ended up beating himself till his face looked as swollen as a pig's.
The old man was still harsh towards him. His gaze was still very sharp.
However, when Yang Dingtian turned away from the old man, the latter looked at him with a gentle and pitying gaze.
Time passed by slowly....
One month, two months, three months.....
Half a year passed by. Winter passed by. The days when snow fell became rarer and rarer. However, the ice stairs were only half done!
The weather became warmer and warmer.
Yang Dingtian had already almost mastered the languages and words of this world. He had gained sufficient understanding of this world that he could now communicate using its language.
This world was called the Chaotic Mainland! The land surface area was much larger than that of Earth. The population here was similarly larger. This was a completely different world that revolved around Kung Fu. Xuan Energy formed the world's basic foundation. Everyone had different Xuan veins. The highly talented ones would be able to master a higher level of Kung Fu. The less talented ones could only master a lower level.
It could be said that the Chaotic Mainland was a world of martial arts. Other than those who have mastered good martial arts, everyone else was stuck at the bottom of society's pyramid. Thus, the only way to become powerful and respected in society was to learn martial arts.
The pill that Yang Dingtian had been regularly consuming was called the Flame Pill. It was made from dozens of valuable herbs mixed with the blood of dozens of fire-nature mysterious beasts. It was concocted using extraordinary flames and was worth millions. Normally, people took it to improve their martial arts, but Yang Dingtian had been taking it as his meal.
Time passed day by day, Yang Dingtian had a much better understanding of this world now. However, he still knew nothing about the old man. Who was he? Why was he be trapped here? And why was his body so exhausted? All of these questions were still unknowns, but his relationship with the old man had become deeper and deeper over the past months. Yang Dingtian had become attached to the old man and treated him like family now.
********************
Each time he took the Flame Pills, Yang Dingtian felt that he was filled with an unlimited supply of energy. Thus, whenever he couldn't make ice bricks, he would simply punch around with his fists to vent the bursting energy in his body.
One day, the old man drew a punching guide in the form of graphic figures in the snow. This punching style was called Zhen Yang Punch, and there were a total of five techniques. Each technique had over ten different steps.
This Zhen Yang punching style looked easy. Yang Dingtian only studied it three or four times before almost correctly displaying the first technique. Just as he was beginning to feel proud of himself, he saw the old man looking cold again. Then, the old man wrote on the snow: "Looks like punching practice but is actually practice related to inner energy, also known as Energy. The punch chooses the direction while the Energy is used to attack. Only once you can feel the Xuan Energy flowing throughout your body can you be considered to have fully mastered this technique."
Then, the old man closed his eyes and no longer paid attention to him.
As a result, Yang Dingtian immediately started practice punching over and over again. He performed almost a thousand repetitions. However, while he still couldn't feel the Energy, he still became exhausted, feeling like his bones were about to fall apart. He soon fell asleep.
When he woke up the next day, he saw that the old man had already opened his eyes. There were hundreds of words clearly written in the snow.
"These guidelines are called the heaven and earth tips, and they form the most basic foundation for practicing Energy. You need to follow these methods to practice every morning." The old man said, "You have almost mastered this world's language, but a more profound method to practice Energy would involve many acupoints in the human body. Such a method would require books and graphics to use as references. But, since you don't understand those topics yet, I'm unable to teach you the method of practicing Energy as you would easily turn into a devil. These tips are only practiced while sitting and are not dangerous at all."
 "When you wake up each morning, practice Energy for an hour and then practice the Zhen Yang punching style for another three hours. When you're able to feel the Energy during punching practice, let me know and I will teach you the second technique," the old man had written.
"Yes!" Yang Dingtian said.
The old man closed his eyes again and resumed his meditations.
During this past half year, the old man spent most of his time meditating or sleeping, acting as if his life was shortened each time he spoke. Throughout this period, Yang Dingtian had been regularly taking Flame Pills, while the old man had not consumed anything at all. He did not even drink any water, nor did he pee or shit at all. Yang Dingtian was really shocked about all this. Though the old man had never revealed his identity, judging from the number of Flame Pills that the old man had, Yang Dingtian speculated that he was definitely not an ordinary person.
Yang Dingtian cleared away all of his thoughts and started following the old man's tips. He sat upright, closed his eyes, and practiced his Energy.
These tips had only a few hundred words. However, they covered dozens of topics: nose and tongue movements, breathing techniques, hand gestures, postures that involved folding both legs, ways to find the rhythm. All of these tips had to be followed accurately with no room for mistakes. After Yang Dingtian had successfully practiced dozens of these tips, a week had already passed.
At the end of that week, Yang Dingtian suddenly felt a burning and itchy sensation in his lower abdomen as if a rat were jumping around inside. His body couldn't hold it in, and he made some noise. 
"What's wrong?" The old man opened his eyes.
"It's like there is a rat in my stomach fiercely jumping around," Yang Dingtian said.
The old man's facial expression changed. As if he didn't believe it, he commented, "That's fast."
Then, the old man sighed. "When you compare one person to another, it will only cause frustration! You can just continue. Also, don't be too surprised if anything happens later on."
"Yes!" Yang Dingtian replied. He then continued practicing, following the tips to train his Energy. Each cycle took about three minutes. After each cycle, the rat in his lower abdomen would jump around for a while but would disappear just as Yang Dingtian was about to find it. The entire process resembled the game of hide and seek.
Throughout the process, Yang Dingtian looked as if he had just received a new toy. He found it fun and not tiring at all. It could be said that the simplest heaven and earth tips had led him to completely immerse himself in this strange and mysterious world.
After an hour, Yang Ding wasn't satisfied and made one last attempt. "Yeah…" The little rat really seemed like it emerged from his lower abdomen before jumping around nonstop.
"How is it?" The old man asked with his eyes open.
Yang Dingtian said, "That rat came out and has been jumping nonstop in my stomach."
The old man was shocked and shook his head again. "When you compare one person to another, it will only cause frustration!"
What that he did not tell Yang Dingtian was that most of the people who practiced according to these tips, even the talented ones, would need around a month to feel a rat inside them. What's more, they needed at least half a year to lead the rat out into their lower abdomen.
"The process just now is called Qi Gathering, in which your body absorbs the energy of the heaven and earth. Then, you gather it in your belly from your countless veins. That jumping rat that you were feeling was actually your Xuan Energy," said the old man.
"I have Xuan Energy already?" Yang Dingtian asked excitedly.
********************


On the night of his 19th birthday, he decided to bid farewell to his virginity and had a taste of the forbidden fruit. As a result, his body spontaneously combusted and was burning in raging flames!
Afterward, he transmigrated.
He transmigrated to another world, a world where martial strength ruled supreme.
His originally disastrous physique of Nine Yang had become the rarely sought after once in a millennium, Nine Yang Mystic Meridians.
He rescued a mysterious old man and at life’s most crucial moment, the old man took him in as a disciple and betrothed his daughter to the young man.
As baffling as it could be, Yang Dingtian inherited the world’s No.1 sect and became the fiancé of the world’s No.1 beauty.

'With constant revising of the Chinese language every day and the cheat technique called『Ascendance』, my comprehension of the traditional Chinese language has really grown with leaps and bounds... If I had this technique in my past life I could've swallowed a lot more knowledge than I currently have.
Sigh. At least I have a foundation to start with. All I have to do is just rediscover and map out the mysteries of the universe. For Science! Hahaha. Ha. 
On a side note,『Ascendance』actually does improve my perception as well, which is really good stuff. Normally I would say nerf pls, but now, since I'm the using it, I would rather say buff pls. Understanding the complicated Chinese language has really never been easier. 
Though, there are some... things that I don't like about this language. Perhaps, after I went around the world learning more about the different languages, I could create a much better one without the disadvantages of many other languages. With a solid logic to the language, learning it would be much quicker. 
It always has been one of the things on my bucket list, to create a language to my satisfaction in ease of use, learning, understanding, flexibility, and compactness. 
I must say, the beauty and meaning of the Chinese language is satisfying enough. One character can mean a lot, making the naming experience of anything much easier. The degree of difficulty in learning the language, as well as the lack of logic in pronunciation, are harsh demerits in the ranking of languages in my book...' I mused, ruminating about my experiences of the past week.

Done with my retrospection, I turned to mom, who is currently meditating in a lotus position with me sitting on top of her legs.
Curious about my current flexibility, I mimicked her posture in an attempt to do the complete lotus position.

'In my last life, I could do the lotus position, but it wasn't very comfortable. After about 15 minutes, My legs would go numb like pinpricks of needles, and I could only use 1% or 100% of my leg strength, control is rather hard with numbness in the muscles...' I thought offhandedly while pulling my legs over to the crease at my thighs.

My legs easily when into the lotus position like it was nothing difficult.

'Sigh. A baby's body is really fresh, malleable, and super flexible. Truly, the best time to train the physical aspects of a body...
Damn this makes me feel old, even if I was only 20+ when I died. Middle-age would make me feel ancient.' I lamented.

With mom currently occupied with meditation, probably some kind of preparation for her soon to be breakthrough, I decided to observe her much more closely as much as I could. After all,『Acceleration』currently isn't usable at all after I unwittingly broke through a certain threshold.

'This threshold is really a good thing to be passed at this stage. I don't even need to do anything and my current rate of production far outstrips my previous Qi production rate that it looks like a joke. After all, I could only use『Acceleration』when I'm conscious. 
But this threshold that I've passed is permanent, so the actual rate compared to previously, totaled up, could be over 20x faster. Even the newly made『Yin-Yang Cycles』are almost reaching the limit capacity of the organs they're situated in.
Ugh, I got sidetracked again.' 

『Truth Seeker』+『Ascendance』, 100% Activate!

With the activation of these 2 abilities of mine, the copious amounts Neutral Qi that has accumulated in my body thanks to the perpetual activation of『Acceleration』started flowing to my eyes and brain.
Thanks to『Ascendance』, my senses and perception are amplified by a large margin, and the flow of time I perceive slowed down massively. Not to mention, My vision has been doubly amplified by both my abilities. 
The flow of Qi of Heaven and Earth that was overwhelming to my vision became clearer and much easier to pick out, as if the logic behind the seemingly chaotic movements are just within my grasp. The quality of my vision now has gone beyond just seeing at 9kUHD9kfps.

'Whew. Now I really can take advantage of the capabilities that『Truth Seeker』granted to me, previously I could barely take advantage of the perceiving Qi quality by only focusing on smaller areas. The view of the Qi in the whole Heaven and Earth is really spectacular.' I smilingly thought at the event of my improvement, finally turning my eyes to mom.

Her raven black hair cascadingly flowed down her shoulders, with her beautiful face tinted with a serene expression. Her elegant, yet enchanting collarbone leads done to a captivating soft chest, perkily standing away from her body proudly. making it truly difficult to pry one's eyes away. The alluring curves that adorn her body belies the fact that she actually gave birth to me only a year ago. Her body and limbs are adequately meaty, slim, but not to the point of being bony. Her fingers look very smooth, as if she had never done a single hard work in her life, which is not true.

'Mhm. A high-quality beauty. An easy 9/10, a 9 because there's probably space for improvement.' I appraised.

The flow of her Qi is somewhat winding, following a certain path within her body, starting at the dantian, making a full circulation around the body, and ending at the dantian.

'This pathway... Is it mom's meridians? Why is it winding here and there though? Aren't meridians supposed to be some kind of highway for Qi...? Is it because of impurities? It would make sense, that impurities would inhibit or at the very least, slow down the flow of Qi.' I proposed a possible theory.

'It seems that I too would require to clear my meridians as preparation to set a solid and stable foundation. At any rate, clearing my meridians beforehand would only bring me benefits. In fact, why just stop at meridians when I can do my whole body?
A possible idea is to borrow the power of the『Yin-Yang Cycles』to remove the impurities within my body, although I have no idea how. The『Yin-Yang Cycle』is able to purify the normal Yin and Yang Qi of a cultivator into something purer, closer to the original『Yin-Yang Cycle』. Rather than purifying, it's more accurate to say that it is returning into its original form.
However, the original form... A baby is born inherently with impurities. After all, the building blocks used to make one come from mortals, who live in a mortal world, filed with all sorts of impurities. It's not like we mortals are lotuses growing in the mud and yet coming out beautifully from the mud. Though I guess that's an idea of the process of cultivating...
The purest form... would be to abandon everything but the most necessary of the things required to live. Cells. Cells have 4 requirements.
A suitable environment.
Energy source
Catalyst
Waste Removal.
A suitable environment, of course, needs little attention. Unless I could somehow improve on the conditions the human body already provides to its cells, there's not much I can do there.
Energy source. Carbohydrates, Proteins, and Lipids. These require to be processed using oxygen to gain energy currencies, which contributes to the advancement of other processes
Catalyst. A.K.A. oxygen. Required for the process known as respiration, the process of gaining energy from the 3 possible materials.
Waste Removal. It's the removal of unnecessary parts after gaining energy from the 3 main sources.
Technically speaking, if an alternate energy source that is more direct in usage could be found, the last 3 processes are unnecessary. I guess that is what Qi serves as.
But why is Qi able to extend the life span of an organism...? I remember that the life span of a cell is unrelated to the life span of a human. Not even telomeres, have any actual effect on life span. After all, lab rats have far longer telomeres than our own stem cells. Yet they still die way faster than us. This is very confusing, complicated, mysterious, and yet utterly captivating! I'm just so damned bloody curio-'

"Pfft hahahaha~ Yan Yan? You're so cuuuuuute~ Did you like how mommy looked so you decided to copy my body's position?" A peal of clear, melodious and mellow laughter rang out from above me, distracting me from my deep contemplations.

"Muuu~ I was just curious! And I was thinking!" I pouted, speaking in a somewhat slurry but very cute baby voice.

"Is that so? What were you thinking about, Yan Yan?" Mom curiously asked.

"Unnn... About what is mommy doing?" I said in a questioning tone while looking to the upper right, tapping my chin with a finger.

"Oh? Well, mommy is meditating." Mom answered.

"Me-meditat-meditathing?" I leaned my head to the right.

"Fufufu~ No, it's me-di-ta-ting. To collect and refine Qi from the Heavens above and the Earths below. That is cultivation." Mom patiently explained.

"Cultibashion?" 

"Uhuhuhu~ Cul-ti-va-tion. Repeat after me." 

"Me-di-ta-ting. Cul-ti-va-tion."

"You got it right, Yan Yan! You see, cultivation is about getting stronger, so you can protect yourself from bad guys, and also to live a longer life." Mom praised while patting my head.

"lon..ger life?" I pretended to ask.

"Yes. In this world, there are many different races. We are part of a race called humans." 

"Hoomans?" Trying hard not to laugh or give off any sign of holding in my laughter and just put on the best curious expression as well as curious eyes as I can.

'Go-Heavens, this is unbearable. It's utterly humiliating for me to act like a curious baby, but it's necessary to keep up the facade. I swear, it's humiliating to the point that I can't help but laugh when I think back to what I did...' 

"Fufufu, yes. Humans. We, Humans, are one of the races with a most average lifespan. We can live up to a 100 years if we do not cultivate. There are other races out there who have much shorter, or much longer lives if they do not cultivate.
Usually, the larger the organism, the longer the life, though this isn't an absolute thing.
All life wants to survive longer and to ensure the continuance of their species, and as such, learned from the Primordial Beings on how to cultivate." 

*raises an eyebrow inwardly*

'Now that's a keyword. Anything that has to do with Primordial Times definitely has to be something supremely awesome.'

"Pri-pri...mordial Be..ings?" I questioned.

"Um hm." Mom nodded. "Primordial Beings. Primordial Immortals, Primordial Demons, Primordial Devils, Primordial Gods. These 4 are part of the Primordial Beings that were born after the 3 were formed from the 1."

"3 formed from 1?" I genuinely asked this time.

"Yes. The One."

'Lul The One. Pffft. Lord Esca- Ooooops. Will I get copyright-striked? Bah. They can't reach me here, try and demonetize me now, Hah!' I amusedly thought to myself.

"The One is nothing. From nothing, The Dao was born. Then The Dao gave birth to Two, existence, to counter-balance non-existence. With Existence and Non-existence, then came the Three, Qi. With the Three, all things in existence, and non-existence, came into being.
So The One gave birth to The Dao, The Dao gave birth to Two, The Two gave birth to Three, and The Three gave birth to all things." Mom esoterically explained.

"Huh?" I put on a confused expression.

'The Dao, Eh? I expected it, but its really difficult stuff huh.'

"Ufufu. It's okay, Yan Yan. You don't need to understand now. You will remember later on if you enter Qi Cultivation phase and experience the baptism of the Qi of Heaven and Earth." Mom sadly comforted.

'If?'

"...uhn." 

"Mommy, can I go and read books?" I pleaded with upturned puppy eyes as I held onto mom's dress with my hands.

'Yasssss. The ultimate technique used by mom before to get away with any seemingly unreasonable requests.'

"...Uuuuuuuu~ Yan Yan is too cute~! Of course you can! Mommy will take all the language books that we have and let you read them. If you don't know any words, just ask me, okay?" Mom hugged me while squealing in delight.

'Heh. Works like a charm. Truly, a woman's ultimate weapon. I'm very jealous of it. Oh wait, I can use it now. Hehehehehehehehe.' I thought with a somewhat deadpan face as mom twisted and turned around with me in her embrace.

"Yaaaay~"

WARNING - This novel contains content that is not suitable for those whose mental age have not reached adulthood. If you think you are mature enough, think again, whether you can stomach the cruelties of reality, like killing, torturing, raping, enslaving, etc. and accept that such cruelty is a natural way of life, true to its desires. Whether or not you are mature enough, can only be decided by yourself, and only after thorough introspection. After all that, and you still think this is a book worth peeking, then you will not be stopped anymore. You have been warned. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Also, there won't be much romance when it comes to the main character, so don't expect much....maybe. You shall see. 
I don't know why it's labeled a fantasy romance novel just because there's a female lead.... I clearly chose Fantasy only... with a female leading the story. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Thus begins the spinning of a tale, of a certain railgu-*cough* I mean cultivator, who wishes nothing more than to live forever, so that the nearly never-ending things that they want to do can be leisurely done, -I mean, who doesn't want to take it easy?- while keeping a low profile, not to attract attention. Can they truly do so though??? Find out in the next episode of Dragon Ba-*cough cough* I mean, find out in this slow, but steady tale about a lazy, yet extremely curious low-key(?) cultivator! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Ah Yes, one last thing, the picture used does not actually belong to me. If you're the artist, and do not wish for this picture to be used, please inform me. All due credits to the original artist.

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