Mia was 7 when her power awoke..... she was 10 when she met him again and 13 when she decided to use her power for good like the heroes.... at age 16 she has a lot to do

"We have waited long enough! We Devils have been banished in this forsaken place by the gods for a 60 thousand years! Now the gods have weakened they sealed themselves in there realm. An opportunity  has opened for us we shall take are land back. FOR THE GLORY OF DORGAMA!"

"Brother."
Seeing Han Li fly back to them, Liu Le'er rushed forward to welcome him and called out with slight worry.
The might of the battle earlier was significantly intense, and the fox girl had never seen battles at such levels. Although she saw her "Brother Stone" win easily, she still couldn't help but be scared about it.
Han Li gave her warm smile and shook his head softly while telling her not to worry. After that, he kept the storage pouch in his hands.
With no owner present to hold onto it, the hunched elder's golden pagoda shone brightly before it shrunk rapidly and fell down with a soft hum and spin.
Gu Yunyue waved her hand and took that golden pagoda. She glanced at Han Li, who was not too far away from her. Seeing that he did not look like he was going to stop her, her heart finally fell back in place as she kept it into her storage pouch.
This golden pagoda was not a weak weapon and could even act as storage. If she could keep it for herself, she would have one more secret weapon when faced with enemies in the future and her strength would increase drastically. However, since the Twin devils of Wind and Cloud were defeated by Han Li, all of the rewards should belong to him. She was fortunate that he allowed her to take it.
"Thank you Daoist Han for stepping in earlier. I knew that you aren't a normal cultivator, but I didn't expect myself to still underestimate your capabilities." Gu Yunyue calmed herself down and took a few steps towards Han Li. Although she appeared to be calm, the hint of respect hidden in the depths of her eyes did not escape Han Li's notice.
The woman thought that even if she was faced just the horse-faced young man, who was the same level as her, it would still be impossible for her to destroy the other so easily like the man in front of her had. Their Nascent Soul opponents were not even able to escape, not to mention there was also the hunched elder, who was in the late-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.
"Since they wanted my life, I had to send them on their way." Han Li said with a slight smile.
Hearing this, Yu Menghan, who stood behind Gu Yunyue, pursed her lips with a soft giggle and revealed a soft expression a teenage girl should have. However, her eyes towards Han Li were laced with respect, confusion and a bit of complexity.
In her mind, her master was a really powerful person. Even Perfected White Stone, whom her father had to treat respectfully and politely, did not dare to breathe loudly in front of her master. However, this tall young man who looked extremely dazed when she first saw him was now showing a level of strength that even her master did not have.
The current Han Li was like a mystery box to her. Although she was standing beside him, she felt like they were worlds apart.
"I originally thought we would be able to avoid Sky Ghost Sect's pursuers after we left Feng Nation's borders, but I didn't expect them to arrive so quickly." Gu Yunyue sighed softly.
"This is nothing. After all, this place is currently part of the Sky Ghost Sect's territory." Han Li said casually, his expression void of worry.
"As long as we enter our Cold Fire Sect's territory swiftly, we should be able to avoid the Sky Ghost Sect's people." Gu Yunyue nodded. However, she froze for a second before she glanced at Han Li with a weird gaze.
Although it was only for a second, Han Li still caught it.
Han Li's expression did not change, but he felt a little moody. In the fight earlier, he had only used a little of his protective spiritual power and his magic fell from the mid-stage Nascent Soul to the early-stage.
Gu Yunyue had probably noticed the change in his aura, thus her expression. To this, he naturally did not need to say too much about it to her.
In the depths of a certain cavernous abode of the Sky Ghost Sect's.
There were about a dozen thick torches placed along all four walls of the room. The yellowish fire flickered slowly, properly lighting the entire room.
In the center of the secret room, a skinny elderly man with white hair and a black beard was sitting in front of a round stone table. He wore a reddish brown long robe with one hand on the table while his other hand tapped rhythmically on his knee.
His nose bridge was a little taller than usual, the skin around his eyes sunk deeply. His eyes stared straight ahead and his wrinkled, aged and skinny long face appeared to be slightly dark under the dim light of the fire.
And in front of him, there was a copper mirror about the size of a human's head that showed a different place. In it was a hunched elder's figure. It was the very person of the Twin devils of Wind and Clouds who survived.
In the mirror, the already hunched elder was hunched even more now. His head appeared to be almost down, the elder did not dare to look up at all.
"With what you said, not only didn't you manage to bring them back to me. One of you is gone too?" the thin elder asked and stopped his tapping.
His voice was unusually hoarse and made it seem like it was extremely rough.
The hunched elder's body trembled clearly, as he hurriedly replied, "Senior Uncle Qi, it's not that we're incapable. That person is really too strong. He hid his aura and we thought he was a normal person. However, when he stepped in, he suddenly became a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. I wasn't even able to see his actions clearly when my twelve Cold Fire bone forks were taken by him. Then…"
Before he could finish speaking, the thin elder interrupted him. "His cultivation base is lower than yours, but he managed to take your treasures that easily?"
"Y-Yes. Not only so, this person's body is also extremely strong. Compared to the dark ghostly figures in Junior Brother's Hundred Ghost Painting, it was like they were made of paper and mud. They all become dust after hitting him. Even the Swallowing Bones Dark Needles were eaten by him after he sucked them in. He simply chewed them up into pieces," the hunched elder said as he could not help but tremble, still scared from recalling what happened.
Hearing this, the thin elder's fingers started to tap on his knees again as he seemed to have sunken into deep thought.
The hunched elder did not dare to look up. However, seeing the thin elder remain silent for a long time, he felt even more scared. He could not help but kneel down, saying with a trembling voice.
"Senior Uncle Qi, everything I've said… is the truth. I didn't lie to you at all."
The thin elder remained silent and only spoke slowly after a long while. "From what you have said, this person is probably a person with a rare high-level strength cultivation technique. Indeed, he's not someone you can deal with. Never mind, you don't have to care about this anymore."
With that said, he did not even glance at the hunched elder before he waved his long sleeve casually and the image on the copper mirror dimmed and disappeared.
"You dared to kill my Hao'er, so what if you're a high-leveled strength cultivator? I will still tear you up into pieces to avenge my Hao'er." The thin elder spat out as he suddenly straightened in his seat, his face warped into an ugly scowl.
After some time, his eyes landed back on the copper mirror. He muttered some chants and made a hand seal before he pointed at the copper mirror.
Like touching calm water, ripples appeared on the copper mirror. With that, another scene was shown again.
In the image, a seemingly buff middle-aged man was hovering above a green forest as he stroked his short beard with one hand. He asked with a smile, "Brother Qi, it's been a while since we last met. Is something wrong, for you to suddenly contact me?"
"Brother Lu Ya, let's do away with the small talk today. I do have something to ask of you," the thin elder said with a hoarse voice, his expression serious.
Seeing that the thin elder was not smiling at all, the muscular man wiped the smile off his face. He said seriously, "Oh? What happened?"
The thin elder sighed, before he told the muscular man all about what happened to Qi Minghao and the Twin devils of Wind and Cloud.
"A**hole, he really deserves death for daring to murder Brother Qi's descendants!" The muscular man, whose name was Lu Ya, huffed coldly after hearing the entire story.
"I'm currently at the sect and can't leave for now. Brother Lu, since you're near Feng Nation, I hope you can step in and help me exterminate this person," the thin elder said.
"Strength cultivators mainly cultivate their bodies and can easily suppress normal cultivators. However, it is extremely difficult to cultivate and break through their bottlenecks. For this person to be able to reach such a high-level, I'm afraid he isn't a normal person?" Lu Ya pondered for a moment before he asked.
"From what the sect's disciples said, this person is the new guest elder that Cold Fire Sect is planning to recruit. Right now, he has yet to be officially accepted, so Brother Lu you don't have to care too much. You just have to kill this person for me and I'll repay you with that Essence Spirit Pill as a show of my gratitude." The thin elder said as he stared straight at Lu Ya.
Happiness flashed in the muscular man's eyes, although he hid it very quickly. He said, "If that's the case, I'll take that person's life for Brother Qi."
The thin elder suddenly thought of one more thing, as he added darkly, "Oh right. Don't kill that Yu lass first. It'll be best if you can bring her back to me alive."
Hearing this, Lu Ya froze for a second before he nodded in agreement.


With a new record of a mortal's journey to immortality, new episodes are abound. 
In this sequel to the celebrated A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality—Immortal World edition, join Han Li's eternal journey towards immortality in the Immortal world.

The conductivity problem of acrylic material was solved, and electroplating was done.
　　When it came to polishing, Ye Qing found billions of problems!
　　And the problem itself still comes from oneself. That is the obsessive-compulsive disorder!
　　Electroplating can only plate a metal film on the pattern surface. Thin film, the most important thing is to be thin!
　　Once the metal layer is thin, polishing and polishing is very troublesome. A little carelessness will grind the film.
　　But this is not the most critical. Perhaps it is the obsessive-compulsive disorder hidden in my heart, or it may be the cost of 12,000 US dollars. Ye Qing couldn't stop thinking when polishing.
　　A little thinner, a little
　　thinner　 　 Thin a little thinner , it becomes a little thinner! The final result speaks for itself.
　　"The system helps me remember the amount of electroplating and the number of polishing. When the grinding reaches the limit, stop me!" The
　　next day, after ordering electroplating equipment and polishing materials. Ye Qing entered the system training ground again. After experiencing N+1 failures yesterday, Ye Qing finally gave up the idea of ​​fighting himself.
　　One's biggest opponent is himself. This sentence is indeed correct!
　　In the OCD war between Ye Qing and his own, Ye Qing was smashed into the army, lost his helmet and abandoned his armor...
　　Through the system, he didn't know what level of observation accuracy he reached, and Ye Qing was finally just the last one. The moment the metal film was worn through, he stopped his hand movement.
　　But Ye Qing frowned again looking at the finished product. This is not because the system's judgment is wrong, but because it is too thin!
　　After grinding to the point where there is almost no difference between electroplating and before electroplating. The extremely thin metal layer, not to mention the mirror, has almost lost its original reflectivity.
　　In other words, the light reflected by it is almost invisible to the naked eye. In this way, the visual impact that Ye Qing pursued was naturally gone.
　　"System, help me remember the number of polishing again. This time the brightness of the light reflected on the surface decreases and reminds me to stop!"
　　It was nothing more than a failure, and Ye Qing had become accustomed to these two days and was not discouraged. Instead, another auxiliary function of the system was confirmed, and Ye Qing confidently started another attempt.
　　As the system issued a "di" beep, Ye Qing decisively stopped what he was doing.
　　This time it finally became!
　　Seeing the Aurora 1911 sleeve that reflected light like a mirror in his hand, Ye Qing almost shed tears of joy.
　　After memorizing the data recorded by the system, Ye Qing withdrew from the system training ground. With the help of the difference in time flow rate, the ghost knew how many times he had worn the sleeve in the past two days.
　　Record the data in the memory on the sticky note and stick it on the edge of the workbench. Ye Qing fell asleep and fell asleep. Although he was not tired mentally and physically, he was tired.
　　Ye Qing felt that he wanted to vomit when he saw the M1911 sleeve. Never have I been so grateful for the messy delivery speed of FedEx like now.
　　After a good rest for a few days, Ye Qing felt much better. Just then, the plating equipment and other raw materials were also delivered.
　　After adjusting the recording equipment, Ye Qing mixed the nano-scale metal particles exchanged by the system with acrylic paint in advance, and then started the live broadcast to start the production of aurora weapons.
　　Ye Qing chose M1911 as the first sample gun. As for the reason, it may be a little bit of reluctance in my heart.
　　After seeing Cabot's M1911, which was a big modification, Ye Qing inevitably felt "not accepting it." What's more, for this mirror Aurora M1911, Ye Qing also has enough confidence to compete with Cabot.
　　Same as the first blue and white porcelain rifle. 
Ye Qing is confident that no one in the market can do the processing of the mirror aurora. And different from the blue and white porcelain rifle, the characteristics of this gun are obvious.
　　With gorgeous, mysterious colors, and mirror-like reflections. The visual impact is much stronger than blue and white porcelain.
　　Compared with the previous live broadcast, it was about squeezing embryos and carving. The content of Ye Qing's live broadcast suddenly became much quieter.
　　Paint modification does not need to change the structure of the gun itself. The original parts can also be used, the only special place is the grip. Thinking that a lot of costs had already been spent, Ye Qing had no idea of ​​saving.
　　The unprecedented "European Emperor" used a shiny black ebony wood for the material selection of the grip clip. It's just that this part has been cut and polished in advance, and it has been shown in the live broadcast before cutting and engraving. I am not a contracted anchor and there is no need for water duration.
　　Watching the audience in the twitch live room arrive one after another, there are even many old audiences who say hello to Ye Qing.
　　"Long time no see, friends. This time the interval is a bit long, mainly because there has been no inspiration, and I have to experiment after I have inspiration, so it has been delayed until today. I guarantee that the samples made today will be surprised. Blast your eyes!"
　　Ye Qing replied with a barrage of "Anchor, long time no see". The self-confidence overflowing from the lines also made these audiences curious.
　　I want to see what kind of big trick Ye Qing has done after holding back for so long.
　　After removing the 1911 sleeve and grip clip, Ye Qing began to paint the sleeve and gun body with black background colors. After waiting for the paint to solidify, Ye Qing began to draw the aurora on the sleeve again.
　　"Is this theme going to be Aurora? But this doesn't seem to be too amazing, right?"
　　As Aurora took shape, the audience knew what Ye Qing was going to do. But that's the case, it seems that Ye Qing is not exaggerating, but it is undeniable that this kind of starry sky, with the M1911 pistol, is indeed a mess.
　　"Don't worry, the theme is indeed Aurora. But it's that simple, obviously not my style!"
　　Does Ye Qing have a style? There is a woolen yarn...
　　Listening to Ye Qing's shameless words, the atmosphere in the live broadcast room suddenly became active in condemning Ye Qing. Can be regarded as unintentionally planting willows. UU reading www. uukanshu.com
　　simply responded with a bullet screen, and Ye Qing put the drawn sleeve aside and waited for the paint to solidify. Then I picked up the ebony grip clip (guard plate) and started to paint the snow mountain with white paint.
　　Finally, I started to take the gun body, and started to draw the corners of the two pictures at the link between the upper edge of the grip and the sleeve. After finishing these tasks, Ye Qing smiled mysteriously.
　　"Next is the moment to witness the miracle! I added an extremely small metal particle to the acrylic paint to make the acrylic paint conductive again. So the next step we have to do is electroplating!"
　　Ye Qing began to give the pistol. The surface of the part is electroplated, and he said.
　　"In addition, after electroplating, I have to polish and polish it. That's right, it is to polish the thin metal coating. This is the job that really tests the skill of a craftsman. We are going crazy on the edge of the extreme Try, stop at the moment when the mirror reflection is best!"
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With the help of the system, in this era when the weapon market is becoming saturated, we reserve technology, accumulate contacts, and gradually expand our business territory.
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"host, system 023 at your service. "
Her mind was a little blank, as if the information that had been accepted was not hers, but belonged to another stranger.
Xia Ling heard a clear voice in her mind. This voice was somewhat familiar, but the more familiar it was, the more she could not recall it.
It was as if something in the haze had erased her past, leaving behind only the things in front of her.
"system... what is it? "
Xia Ling propped herself up and sat on a large and magnificent bed, which was decorated in the style of a luxurious noblewoman.
She lowered her eyes to look at her round and smooth hand. It was a little fat, and the Diamond Ring on her ring finger was embedded in it. The large diamond was sparkling, and it had the earthy air of a nouveau riche.
"The system... the system is the little fairy man who will help you fulfill your wish and achieve your life's goals! "
023 was stunned for a moment, then replied to Xia Ling with a straight face.
"little fairy man? " Xia Ling shook her head. "I've never heard of him. "
She stood up, got off the bed, and went to the bathroom in the luxurious bedroom.
There was a diamond-studded mirror in the bathroom.
From top to bottom, this floor-to-ceiling mirror could clearly reflect Xia Ling's figure.
023 chattered endlessly in her mind.
"host, because your past life was too tragic, as the system, I received your strong wish to defy the heavens and change your fate. I specially came to your world to help you defy life. "
"My world, my previous life? " Xia Ling calmly looked at the woman in the mirror.
She was wearing a long dress with leopard-print black silk, and her body was overly plump. She looked to be in her early twenties, but her body was round and smooth, and her expression was full of pride and arrogance. She was originally thirty percent beautiful, but because of this pride, she looked vulgar.
"I can't be such a person, " Xia Ling said quietly.
"This... this... " 023 was a little blue and thin ...
It did not think that it would not be able to muddle through this. It was just a small system that had just been bound to the host. Why was it that other newbies could easily deceive it, but its newbies were so difficult to deal with?
"Alright, alright, I'll transmit the host's memories to you as well. Remember, you only get one chance to complete a mission. If you don't complete the mission, you'll die... I'M NOT JOKING! "
023 mumbled and transmitted the other memories to Xia Ling.
With her eyes closed, Xia Ling slowly received the memories.
So, this is what happened... ...
* 
"023, do you have a name? " Xia Ling naturally asked in her mind after understanding the whole story.
"No... "
"Then from now on, you shall be called Hai Hai Hai. "
"Hai Hai? Alright, is this my name? That's great, I even have my own name! "
023 was jumping with joy. It vaguely felt that this name seemed to have belonged to it a long time ago, but it could not remember the past clearly.
* 
In the Blue Planet world, the successor of the main God, who had just landed less than a day ago, disappeared into thin air. The people who were supposed to protect her had searched the entire blue planet, but they could not find her.
In the Research Institute of the Master of the Blue Planet, a group of people were in a terrible state. They lowered their heads, not daring to face the gaze of the man in a pure white robe.
The man in the white robe slowly took off his white gloves. The hands that were revealed by the man in the white robe were thin and slender, and his person was also enveloped in the white robe. It was more like he was surrounded by a white mist.
At first glance, the thin and slender man gave off a cold and outstanding feeling. However, in reality, even the guards who had followed him for countless years did not know what he looked like.
Too mysterious, too powerful, the master of the Blue Planet.

Xia Ling wanted to run, but no matter where she went, she could always see the devil king with a gentle and malicious look in his eyes.
"Xia Xia, where are you running to? "

[1v1, sweeter than ever ]
"..."
Text: Yan Luo Bai, "fast wear, flirt: Plan to save the fallen boss"

Has anyone ever told you not to look in the mirror at night, because you can see not only your face, but also other terrible things. ——narrator: Bro Pang Bai
A university in a city of a province, a dormitory building, a corridor on a floor.
"Wow The sound of mahjong.
Mahjong is invented by the Chinese people. It is an entertainment project, suitable for young and old people. These four boys are playing hard. The difference is that some win, some lose, and some follow.
"Hurry up, why are you so slow? Can you play or not?" He has a flat head and a fat face. You say he is fat, why he is so greasy. With his natural background of non mainstream, photography does not need to put on a special posture!
Looks like he lost money today.
"Hey, I've been playing for so long today, but can't I play tomorrow? I'm going to see my girlfriend tomorrow? I can't afford to suck up this night. " This man has a thin face and a long neck, but he doesn't look like a big white goose, although he is quite white.
"Oh, you have won so much, no, I have to win back what I lost a little, at least the money you and your girlfriend spent in a hotel." it seems that fat face really lost.
The skinny boy tried to find support, but the other two didn't seem to end the game, of course, because they haven't won yet? They will not think that they did not lose, only remember that they did not win, do not go back to earn some money, this night is a white boil!
Helpless, thin face boy, continue to accompany it!
You say mahjong has what good, lose money, lose kidney, do not also output a hemorrhoid, hi. Oh, yes, it's good. It can be used to kill time and develop intelligence.
Just then, on the other side of the corridor, the door of a bedroom opened and a man came out.
The man was angry. He looked to the side of the corridor and muttered, "fuck, what kind of mahjong do you play in the middle of the night? Can you let people sleep. Do you feel rich? Two days ago, there was a girl with leukemia in the school. I haven't seen them donate money. These idiots. "
Then he went to the water room. The water room and the toilet are connected. The East chamber is the toilet and the west chamber is the water room.
It's a good habit to solve some physiological problems and wash your hands by the way. Do you need to wash your hands when you urinate? Of course, the premise is that you urinate on your hands.
This water room has a wonderful point, that is, there are mirrors on both sides, so you can see the mirror behind in the mirror in front, and you can see the mirror in front in the mirror behind, so you can see many layers, interesting, just like seeing a lot of space, very magical and effective.
This boy, after washing his hands and touching his face, is probably satisfied with his face shape.
He doesn't wipe his hands with his face. In fact, he has a piece of cloth on his body, which is his underwear. Unless it's too dirty and smelly.
Well, I'm sure I'm quite satisfied with myself. Looking at it from various angles, the expression on my face shows itself heartily, suddenly.
Suddenly, he found that there was something dark in the mirror, which seemed to be swimming. His first reaction: "I wipe it." Second reaction, turn around, nothing.
To himself: "in the middle of the night, it's easy to be dazzled."
Continue to return to his job, found his face seems to appear a acne, in the end is to squeeze or not squeeze ah! If you don't squeeze it, it will swell tomorrow. If you squeeze it, you are afraid of leaving scars. Looking at his cruel expression, it seems that he has made a decision. Yes, he thought of a simple and random way, today is a single squeeze, even not squeeze.
Even when he calculated whether 20 was odd or even, the thing in the mirror appeared. It seemed clearer that a mass of black gas was swimming, like a living body.
The boy rubbed his eyes and went to the mirror. Now he could see clearly and his heart was pounding. He had just heard that the top ten miracles on campus were water room and toilet. He occupied two places in the middle of the night.
If you don't go, it's better to urinate. Urine always comes when you are nervous.
The moment he turned back, my God! It can't be true! He, he can't move his feet, can't move, oh, really can't move, hard, hard, fart didn't come out..
The black air was in front of his eyes, and his mouth was fixed in the shape of "ah". A black air entered his body from his mouth.
At the other end of the corridor, the four boys are still playing hard, and the fat face is tooting again. Everyone can see who owes him some money! Put on the look of being beaten.
At this time, the fat boy suddenly felt a great pressure and raised his head.
"Fuck me", the fat faced boy sat on the ground, shivering, and then another person was stunned, hands did not move, and then another, and finally the thin faced boy, he wondered, why, this is, he looked back along everyone's eyes.
Paralyzed, four people paralyzed, only some people paralyzed on the ground, some people paralyzed on the stool.
Because they are facing a person, but he has a pair of black hole like eyes.
Next you'll hear four tones, but all in one word:
Ah! First.
Ah! Second.
Ah! Third.
Ah! Fourth.
The tones of the four people are so inconsistent and disharmonious. The dormitories on this floor are busy. Each of them has several cerebellar pouches. Like a newborn child, they carefully explore the world, and then they have a series of strange questions
"What's the matter, what's the matter?"
"Who was fucked by who? So passionate
"Yes? Who howled in the middle of the night and called to the corridor when they called for bed? Who was so bold and brought all the girls here, and the dormitories were not enough for him! "
"My God, kill, kill, kill Ah
This voice, in this corridor, in this building, in the lonely night of the city, reverberates for a long time, unwilling to leave.
It seemed to announce to the world that there was a real homicide here. It didn't disappear until the arrival of the police car and ambulance, because its owner and several clients were taken away.
The four mahjong players got into the ambulance.
The boy who yelled to kill, because he was flustered and yelled, led to the extreme chaos of this floor, indirectly led to another boy who was afraid of death, that is, afraid of being killed by the "murderer", and chose to jump off the building, so he broke his arm.
In this way he and the suspect were taken to the police car.
After this, we should learn a lesson: when you are in danger, you should be calm! The happier you shout, the faster you die.

As a hunter, the male master Dalin hunts evil spirits with his partners for the peace of the world. Along the way, although he encountered all kinds of difficulties and obstacles, such as the betrayal of his friends, he remained firm in his goal.In fact, he is a man of many identities.

I was looking at myself…no some else in the mirror.
I pinched my cheeks, the image in the mirror did the same. I could even feel the pain on my cheeks. I slapped myself lightly, the image did the same. I slapped myself again, a bit strongly, the image did the same thing again and I can feel harder pain of this slap then the previous one.
The image in the mirror was a young girl. She has long maroon hair and her beautiful blue eyes were sharp. A straight thin nose and rosy lips with sharp chin. Long skinny hands and thin waist with a soft fair skin. In a single sentence, she was perfectly beautiful.
She will grow up into an eye-catching young woman.
Just then, few people entered the room. A man and a woman, followed by two men and a lady.
The man had maroon hair and blue eyes, was wearing a blue colored tailored suit and leather boots. The woman had blonde hair and yellow eyes, that shined brightly as she looked at me. The people who followed them were all elderly. The lady wore a completely black dress while both the man wore black tailcoat.
I looked at them curiously.
From their dressing style and the way they presented themselves, I can clearly say that the man and the lady who entered first were masters while the rest who followed them were servants
The blonde-haired lady walked towards to me.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
I was silent.
"You haven't fully recovered. You should rest, dear" she said and led me to the bed.
I sat without questioning.
Who are they?
"Are you alright?" she asked.
"Yes, I am fine" I answered.
"Diana, let the doctor inspect her" the man wearing the blue suit said.
The woman nodded and got up. I can clearly say that they are husband and wife, from the way they talk with each other.
One of the men who followed them came and near me. He was an old man; whose hair has completely turned white due to old age and wore glasses in his one eye.
He first checked my pulse first.
"How are you feeling milady?"
"Fine" I said
"Do you feel dizzy, milady?"
"No"
He then checked my eyes.
"Do you feel pain anywhere?"
"No."
"Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
"No."
"You have been lying in coma for three months. If you feel unwell, please tell me."
Coma?
"Can I ask you something?"
"Yes, milady."
"Who are you?" I asked.

When she died in a car accident, her soul transmigrated into someone's body. With new body, she even got a new family.

But being someone unknown to these new emotions,  someone who immersed her whole life in work and success in her past life, she unknowingly questioned everyone about their identity.

This made everyone around her come to one conclusion.

She is having amnesia.

Thinking it as the best solution, she decides to go with the flow, and pretends to have amnesia.

But days later she realizes she is actually in an otome game that she played in her past life for relaxation. And the character she possess is the daughter of the prime minister, Alicia Etkinson.

In the game, Alicia, the villainess, humiliates the heroine, the adopted daughter of a Count, for her unknown origins and loses her sympathy against all the male leads.

In the end, she meets her end.

In order to keep her new life, she decides to avoid all the male leads.

But she doesn't know that her family is planning to do the same.

Mom and Dad looked the same as they did when I last saw them. My mother's honey brown hair was curled lightly and fell across her shoulders. Her big, warm eyes, that always had a sparkle in them, and her thin, rosy lips lifted in a soft, comforting smile. Her pale skin, and light freckles that went across her nose from ear to ear. Her delicate hands, that were covered in calluses, and her thin frame, that hid her strength. The top she was wearing was light and airy, but casually formal. She was wearing sparkly bell-bottoms, which surprised me, since the last time I saw her she had always worn shorts. She had on 90s retro tennis shoes, and a pair of mini hoops in her ears. My mother has never needed makeup, because her natural beauty was known everywhere, and the only thing better known were her skills with metal. My father sat next to my mom, a perfect match for her. He was tall, with broad shoulders, although his hair had grown out quite long, and still had a short look to it, and had been loosely combed to the side. My father's usual rugged lumberjack beard had been forgone for a classy, clean-shaven look, but he left his chevron style mustache, and instead of it being the typical busy, he trimmed it, so it was more streamlined and thin. His eyes had a ring of gold around the pupil, and flecks of silver in his sea blue irises. My father was looking at his wife with a love that could level the Earth, and absolutely beaming at her, his pale pink, full lips parted to show his bright, white teeth. His outfit was the opposite of my mother's, but somehow managed to compliment her clothes. He wore a black, decorated military uniform, with a gold belt around his waist. He did not have a hat on, but I thought he looked better without it anyways. I raised my hand and waved lightly at the parents I hadn't seen in years, but they didn't move. I looked closer, and noticed they were holograms. Simply projections on the chairs. My euphoria faded as quickly as it came, leaving me feeling empty and hollow. I looked at Erik and saw the same look on his face, and followed his gaze, to see his parents. Unlike mine, his mother and father were real. They were looking around the room, and quietly talking between the two of them. His mother's eyes had laded on him, and she stopped talking, and set her hand on her husband's knee. Erik's father turned, and looked lost for a moment before recognizing his son. He quickly turned away, crossing his arms, seeming to be ignoring his child's existence. His mother, on the other hand, had taken her hand of her husband's knee, and had put it over her mouth, stifling a gasp, and I could see a tear, shimmering in the light, roll down her cheek. Erik's father, leaned towards his wife and said something to her, and she tore her eyes away from Erik, and also started to ignore Erik, aside from the glances at him when his father wasn't watching. I slid my hand into his, and squeezed it, snapping him out of his haze. He had a downtrodden look in his eyes when he met mine, but I gave him a soft smile, as if to say 'I still see you.' In return he leaned down and kissed me, before walking with me down the white carpet that ran the length of the room. At the end, sitting on his throne, was my brother, or his impostor at least, and in the smaller throne next to him, my sister Aysh, but she was real this time. She gave me a look that said to watch my back, before schooling her features into a queen-like gaze, looking soon the hundreds or people filling the bleachers around the room. We reached the end, and my brother simply straightened in his seat, and the room went deathly quiet.
"My beautiful subjects, who aren't really mine, but who cares right?" The whole room laughed harder than was probably needed, until my brother opened his mouth to speak, and the laughter stopped as suddenly as it started.
"This is my darling little sister, and her boyfriend. Isn't that just cute? Her childhood bestie, is now her one true love. Talk about cliché." There were collective nods, and chuckles around the bleachers.
"My starlet, I see you and the boy have found my gifts. How do you like them so far?"
I started to say that they were a very thoughtful gift but Alastor cut me off.
"DON'T CARE DARLING! I was asking to be polite, I don't actually want to know. Anyways, you and Erik have probably noticed that the parents showed up to watch the show. Well, sorry about broken hearts and such, but we aren't here to watch you cry a river. We are here to watch you and Erik become my princess, and my most loyal guard, respectfully."
"Like we would want to." Erik growled at the King.
"I never said you wanted to. Look, all you have to do is look into this," the King said as he pulled out a small handheld mirror, "and just say "Yes" or even "Sure" works. Just so long as you say it while looking in the mirror."
"It is real. Aysh wasn't lying, but what about the other people in here? They wouldn't let this happen would they?" I whispered to Erik
"Of course they would. Your parents are holograms, and mine couldn't care any less if doing this caused my death. Well, at least my mother would care, but because of my dad, he'd make her sit and watch. The rest of them are here for the show, they don't know us, not do they want to, as long as they get what they came for, they're happy." Erik whispered back, a furious tone in his voice.
"What on EARTH are you whispering so angrily about? What do you not want me to know? Whatever it is, I can just get you to tell me once you are mine, isn't that right Crown Princess Ayshlin?"
"Of course dear brother." she replied, almost mechanically.
Alastor stepped down from his throne, and came to stand in front of us. Erik moved me ever so slightly behind him, so he was between me and my brother. Grinning, Alastor lifted the mirror up to Erik's face, and before he could look away, something in the mirror had caught his attention and was taking over his senses. I squeezed his hand, but his hand was limp in mine. I could only see his gaze searching for something deep in the mirror, before I heard him whisper so quietly, I could barely hear him,
"Yes. I-I-Yes, just yes."
"NO!" I screamed, as a blinding light from the mirror filled the room. I closed my eyes against it, and I felt Erik's hand be pulled violently out of mine, before I fell backwards trying to escape the brightness, tripping on a something, maybe the carpet. The light slowly faded, and I saw Erik standing there, but the first difference I saw, was his hair now had blonde-ish/red-ish  highlights to it, and he was wearing a uniform to match that of the other guards in the castle. He turned to face me, and his eyes, before a caramel brown now an icy blue, locked on to me, as he reached out and grabbed my shoulders, shoving me in front of the mirror, and holding my chin forcing me to stare into the depths. The silver in the mirror started to swirl and take the shape of a person, someone I knew and recognized the shape of, but could place who it was.

My best friend and I go to school together at a secret academy hidden by magic in the woods. We never dreamt of leaving, until one day when I uncovered a riddle, whose answer has been hidden from me for a long time, and went on a quest to discover it’s meaning. Dodging monsters, sneaking into palaces, and escaping the clutches of a tyrant king are only a few of the adventures that can be found in this fantasy expedition story.

Rumble.
The moment Emperor God Xie Xin died, the two black shadows that were holding Jian Wushuang back vanished into thin air and the universe resumed tranquility.
Jian Wushuang moved and appeared next to Emperor God Xie Xin.
Looking at Emperor God Xie Xin's dead body, Jian Wushuang looked solemn.
"Master, Jian Yi is useless," Jian Yi stood next to him in reverence.
"I can't blame you for this. I was too careless as I belittled Emperor God Xie Xin," Jian Wushuang said in a low voice, "At first, I though Emperor God Xie Xin was only an Emperor God at the bottom of the tier and shouldn't be able to stir up any commotion in my hands. I thought I could ask him about how he got onto this battlefield in detail before I killed him."
"But I never expected that Emperor God Xie Xin would be so decisive and start running for his life. Plus, his power has increased tremendously since before!"
From what Jian Wushuang knew, Emperor God Xie Xin was only an ordinary Emperor God and he didn't have any special skilsl.
However, Emperor God Xie Xin had put his power and skill on display and shocked Jian Wushuang.
"If I'm not mistaken, Emperor God Xie Xin should have stayed on the battlefield for a long time and he has received many opportunities. Hence, his power has improved so tremendously and he has so many unique treasures. With the aid of the treasures, he nearly escaped," Jian Wushuang squinted his eyes.
If Emperor God Xie Xin were to flee successfully, they would be in big trouble.
However, although Jian Yi had killed Emperor God Xie Xin, he had broken an opening on the formation from One Realm Pearl earlier.
Even though Jian Yi had killed him immediately, Emperor God Xie Xin could totally have sent out a message in that short timeframe!
"From the moment I saw Emperor God Xie Xin, I sealed off the surrounding spacetime to make sure he couldn't send out any messages. But then, when he broke the formation of One Realm Pearl, the spacetime was sealed off too. I didn't know if he sent anyone any messages. If he did, we will be in big trouble," Jian Wushuang muttered. 
He was most worried that the ancient battlefield and Green Fire World were exposed.
By then, it would attract not just one or two experts. Experts from all over Eternal Chaotic World would flood in.
The reason why he had killed Emperor God Xie Xin was to shut him up.
The most troublesome thing was that he didn't know if Emperor Xie Xin had told anyone else about the ancient battlefield when he had been wandering there.
If he really did tell the others and there was someone who knew he had died, the person would most likely exposed anew to the public.
By then…
"Emperor God Xie Xin didn't seem to have a best friend with who could go through thick and thin together. And the ancient battlefield has such great opportunities, he shouldn't have told anyone but kept it all to himself," Jian Wushuang muttered.
Of course, he was only guessing. He couldn't determine what exactly had gone on.
"Regardless of if there was a second person who knew of the ancient battlefield, I couldn't be bothered so much. It's best that I focus on improving myself," Jian Wushuang clenched his hand and he then looked at the Qian Kun ring in Emperor God Xie Xin's hand.
Emperor God Xie Xin had been wandering in the surrounding battlefield for so many years, he should have received many opportunities.
Forget about the rest, just the bronze mirror that he took out and the half-stone rod that he had broken were unusual.
Jian Wushuang immediately started inspecting.
After a while, when Jian Wushuang flipped his hand, there was a bronze mirror that gave out a strange aura appeared in his hand.
"The bronze mirror…"
Jian Wushuang could feel how extraordinary the bronze mirror was and he immediately started refining it.
After a while, he found out the name and the function of the bronze mirror.
"Five Fire Godly Spirit Mirror contains five godly spirits and is fed by divine power. It could explode with terrifying fighting power!" Jian Wushuang's eyes were shimmering with joy.
He knew that the two black shadows that popped out of the Five Fire Godly Spirit Mirror were two godly spirits from the realm.
In Five Fire Godly Spirit Mirror, there were five godly spirits.
The five godly spirits were the creator of the Five Fire Godly Spirit Mirror. He removed the consciousness of five experts using thunderous measures then refined the five experts' spirits into the mirror. He fed the five godly spirits using divine power and woke them up when he was in a fight.
As for the strength of the five godly spirits, it depended on the level of divine power fed.
"Remove experts' consciousness and refined their spirit into godly spirit. Such a cruel measure," Jian Wushuang complimented. 
He could tell that the refinery method of the five fire Godly Spirit Mirror was extremely cruel.
The treasure could be considered a ruffian treasure.
However, like the saying, in this world, there was not wicked treasure, only wicked treasure users.
"The more divine power it's fed and the purer it is, the stronger the fighting power of the godly spirits will be," Jian Wushuang muttered.
He could feel that the five godly spirits in the Five Fire Godly Spirit Mirror were starving.
It was obvious that the five godly spirits power had been drained long ago as they had stayed in the ancient battlefield for so many years without divine power.
It wouldn't be long until Emperor God Xie Xin had obtained the Five Fire Godly Spirit Mirror. Although he had been feeding them with divine power, he was an ordinary Emperor God after all. Even after he fed them, he could merely wake two godly spirits up to fight.
Plus, the fighting power of the two godly spirits could only reached the level of an ordinary Peak Emperor God according to his divine power strength. They weren't exactly strong.
However, if the Five Fire Godly Spirit Mirror were to be in Jian Wushaung's hand, that'd be entirely different.
Jian Wushuang was an inverse cultivator. Although he had yet to step foot on the seventh step of inverse cultivation, his divine power strength was absolutely comparable to an Emperor God's. In collaboration with the power of ancient tribe bloodline, he would be far beyond an ordinary Emperor God. Plus, his divine power was far beyond an ordinary Emperor God's, much vaster. 
If he were to feed the five godly spirits with his all…
"There's no hurry. I'll try after I return to the secret room," Jian Wushuang muttered.
Besides the Five Fire Godly Spirit Mirror, Emperor God Xie Xin had many treasures in his Qian Kun Ring. Most of them were Chaotic Divine Treasure. As for the defense armor itself, there were a total of three pieces.
Just like the one Emperor God Xie Xin was wearing. It was also extremely powerful armor.
"No wonder when I attacked with four Hong Jun Golden Swords earlier, he could withstand it so easily. It turns out that not only his power has reached the level of a Peak Emperor God, most importantly, he has a powerful defense armor. It seems that he has wandered in the surrounding ancient battlefield for many years," Jian Wushuang thought to himself.
He briefly went through his treasure and Jian Wushuang was quite satisfied.
It was a pity that there was no other useful treasure for Jian Wushuang besides the Five Fire Godly Spirit Mirror.
…


Jian Wushuang was reborn in adversity. In order to get his revenge, he began to cultivate Heavenly Creation Skill. With the help of the Heaven defying cultivation method, Jian Wushuang gradually grew into a peerless genius from an ordinary practitioner. With a sword in hand, no one is his match. Using his extraordinary Sword Principle, he killed all his opponents and eventually became number one Sword Master from time immemorial.

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