“A best friend is like a four leaf clover hard but lucky to find”

A detective club was created in Ace International School (AIS) by four students. To their unluckiness, the group found their club in the brink of closure because their club was not an official one. When the three Chinese boys transferred to AIS, the club members were determined to make the boys official members of their club no matter what. The group would then find themselves tangled with a lot of mysteries and dark cases that needed their hard work to solve.

"I can finally marry you", he told her, with a smile like peach blossom shining in the garden, and the spring light that has lost its color.

However, the man by the city gate tower kept on shouting, "If you dare marry him, I must die." And it wan't until the last moment that she understood that her heart always chose him.

NOTE: Translated from the Chinese novel.

York was worried and asked, "Those Native Americans, they won’t be bashing us up, right?"
Li Du waved his hands. "They won’t. I told them specifically that we only deal with the traitor. You both are friends from California, why would they beat you up?"
His goal was achieved: he had successfully changed the topic to Rick getting bashed by the casino thugs. He had vaguely mentioned it to mislead them into thinking he had ordered the Native Americans to beat up Rick. Of course, he was the one responsible for Rick being beaten up, but his relationship with the Native Americans was different from what they were imagining.
These did not know the truth and were frightened.
This was a carrot and stick tactic. When Li Du invited them over for the party, both of them gave it a thought before agreeing to attend; even the hot-tempered Frank did not refuse the invitation.
When the party day arrived, it was crowded over at the cabin. Since morning, people had been strolling in. Besides the treasure hunters from storage auctions, the treasure hunters from the old goods industry also came to the party.
Li Du’s old goods site had become a place for the exchange of information. Regardless of whether Li Du was there or not, there would be people visiting and chilling there.
Around 10 o’clock, a burly white man arrived. When Li Du saw him, he waved and said, "Hey Big Caen, come hang for a while."
The man raised a carton of beers and said, "Are you checking to see if I brought any present?"
Li Du nodded at Hans, and the latter pulled out a stack of crisp American dollars, waved at Caen and threw it towards him.
Big Caen released the beer and hurriedly caught the stack of bills. He was perplexed by their actions. "What’s that for?"
The other treasure hunters also noticed that and turned over their heads to check what was going on.
Hans explained, "Remember the last time you gave us some information on Holbrook and that Mahogany Gallery?" asked Hans. "You provided us reliable information. According to the rules, this is your share."
Big Caen was dumbfounded for a moment. "This is for real? You’re not joking?"
"Pal, this is September," said Hans. "April Fools’ Day happened five months ago."
"Oh my God! Big Caen, you lucky fella, you’ve earned it!" someone instantly shouted enviously. "If you think this is a joke, you can give me the money!"
"How much is that? 10,000 dollars? D*mmit, this fella’s lucky!"
"I knew about Holbrook too. Why didn’t I say anything? I’m really an idiot, too stupid."
Big Caen scanned through the stack of bills with his hands and exclaimed in surprise, "Sh*t, it’s really 10,000 dollars! I feel like I’m rich!"
Ten thousand dollars could not make anyone rich, but it was not a small sum either. The treasure hunters who were there knew that very few of them could earn that kind of amount in an entire month.
Li Du banged the table a few times. "Listen to me, everyone. Big Fox and I adhere to the rules and we’re reasonable. In the future, if anyone supplies us with real, reliable, and accurate information, we’ll give them a ten percent commission from our earnings."
It was true that the storage auction industry had this rule. Nevertheless, not many people practiced or adhered to it unless it was specially requested.
For example, if someone had some insider information, but did not have the money to bid for the unit, he or she could sell the information or tell someone about it.
Generally, one would sell the information to make money, and both parties would negotiate the price. But if one told another person some accurate information, and that person managed to get the unit, the information provider was entitled to ten percent of the proceeds.
Nonetheless, hardly anyone adhered to the rule. It was a rule that existed in name only.
It was thus rare to see someone vowing to strictly follow it. Hans whispered his thoughts, "Is there a need to do this? That’s 10,000 dollars. It was just some news that Big Caen said casually. He himself could not even determine the authenticity of news."
Li Du smiled. "In our Chinese history, during the Warring States Period, there was a country called ‘Qin—’"
"Yeah, I know this," a voice interrupted Li Du. "First Emperor of Qin, Qin Shi Huang, right? This Emperor is in the movie ‘Hero’ that I saw."
The young man was a thin white guy. He had a big golden retriever beside him, who was busy wagging its tail at everyone. The tattoo in Chinese characters on his chest, which was the Chinese goose poem that Li Du had seen before, could be seen.
Max Conrad, whose Chinese name was "Lu Guan." Many old goods treasure hunters had given a nickname to this fellow: "The Lucky Bad Boy."
Li Du knew that Lu Guan did not owe it to good luck but to his impressive hearing abilities. He could listen in to other people whispering about their secret information and the conversations, the actual thoughts of the sellers, when they discussed business with someone.
Li Du excitedly greeted him. "Hey Max, welcome to my old goods site."
"Call me ‘Lu Guan,’" the thin young man sounded displeased. "Call me by my Chinese name, okay?"
Li Du rolled his eyes slightly and waved his hands again. "Hi Lu Guan, welcome to my old goods site."
"It’s my pleasure!" the young man replied cheerfully.
"Hey, don’t drift away, Li," complained Hans. "Continue the topic, I want to hear more."
Lu Guan joined in as well. He appeared to be very interested in the story that Li Du was about to tell.
Li Du continued, "The story has nothing to do with Qin Shi Huang. I want to talk about something that happened during the Duke Xiao of Qin’s era …"
"Oh yeah," Lu Guan interrupted again. "I know this Duke Xiao of Qin. After I watched ‘Hero,’ I looked up a friend who knows a lot about Asian history to understand more about the history of Qin. Duke Xiao of Qin was really a great man—Shang Yang Bian Fa!" He spoke loudly, saying the last four words in Mandarin.
Hans was about to blow his top; he facepalmed then shouted, "Shut up, pal! Can’t you just stay quiet and listen?"
"He’s actually right, that’s exactly what I wanna talk about—the reforms of Shang Yang. When the Qin Dynasty wanted to adopt this reform, it was during a period of frequent war and people were living in constant fear and worry. The people did not trust their government.
"In order to establish their prestige and obtain trust with the people so they could push through their reform, Shang Yang ordered for a three-foot-long block of wood to be erected in the south gate of the city and promised publicly that whoever moved that block of wood to the north gate would be rewarded with a pound of gold!"
Lu Guan added more information: "Actually, it was half a kilogram, but one pound is fine. The difference is very small."
Li Du nodded. This young man was really very knowledgeable about Chinese history. However he had to hurry up and finish the story as Hans was about to suffocate from anticipation.
"The onlookers did not believe that something so easy could earn them such a high reward, so nobody was willing to give it a try.
"And so, Shang Yang increased the reward to 50 pounds of gold. Finally, a man moved the block of wood to the north gate. Shang Yang immediately gave him the promised reward.
"This move helped him gained prestige and trust amongst the people. Everyone believed him when he said what he would do and were willing to help and support him—"
"Okay," said Hans, "so what’s the purpose of telling this story?"
Li Du was dumbstruck. "Yeah, why did I tell this story?" The interruptions from Lu Guan had confused him.
Li Du rubbed his arms a few times before he remembered. "Okay, I wanted to tell you that I give Big Caen 10,000 dollars for the purpose of gaining prestige and trust. In this way, everyone will be willing to supply us auction information."


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

Like a high-voltage current was exposed to the air, the sizzling sound of the cloud grew louder, attracting the attention of many passengers who had yet to sleep in the cabin.
Puzzled, everyone left their seats and gathered at the window to look outside.
Flashes of lightning that resembled silver snakes flashed ceaselessly in the dark clouds. In the alternation between darkness and light, gushes of white mist could be seen soaring merging and converging together, as they exuded a faint yellow glow.
All of a sudden, a thunderous sound resonated, the fog that had gathered in a group transformed into a giant flashing door, revealing a mystery land hidden behind white clouds and drizzle that were billowing between strange jagged rocks and mountain peaks, 
After a moment of flabbergasted silence, some stuttered and said, "I-It's a mirage, right…" This caused everybody's heart to become calmer. Encountering a strange incident while flying in the air was even more frightening than usual.
Unfortunately, not long after this speculation was made, a skinny, middle-aged man who had a moderate height looked at the ever-changing scenery in the light door and shook his head. "I've encountered a mirage in a desert the year before, and it was like watching somebody else in a mirror; the image would never move around, it's differed completely from this. Now, we're on a flying airplane, so if it was a mirage, it would have long gone in a flash."
When the middle-aged man's words left his mouth, the light door flashed in front of a stone monument. Although the scenery shot across in just a short amount of time, it was enough to let the Gate of Dao's disciples who just wanted to join in the fun saw the two bold, ancient big words that had a heavenly character and style clearly.
"It's Yingzhou! It's Yingzhou. It's the Yingzhou paradise…" When the Taoist exclaimed loudly in great shock, other people did not have much reaction, but when his comrades from the same Gate, who had been calm and nonchalant towards the strange phenomenon of the clouds, immediately had a change of expression when they heard this. Quickly, they leaped up to their feet and went to the window in an instant.
At this time, the scenery in the light door had changed. However, now that they looked at it after getting the hint, the feeling they had was different too.
"There's a poem from the ancient time that goes like this, 'Seafarers speak of uncharted lands in the Yingzhou, yet all anyone has ever seen of it are billows and fog. Nothing to prove such a belief. The people of Yue spoke of Tianlao, though around it hover clouds bright or dim, visible sometimes in her countenance.' This saying is indeed right. How can such celestial islands be found in the mortal world…" The old man who was wearing old-style gold-rimmed glass and had been humiliated by his Junior Nephew for spouting nonsense looked at the strange cloud phenomenon with his eyes brimming with brilliance. All gloominess disappeared from his face as he spoke in ecstasy, "This is a great chance! This is a great chance this is really a f*cking big chance!"
Many paradises are circulating in the ancient Chinese legend, but there were only four most famous ones—Penglai, Yingzhou, Fangzhang, and Tianlao.
According to legend, these four places were the heavenly blessed spots that were usually isolated from the human world, not connected with the world at all. If any mortal was lucky enough to encounter any of them, he would often obtain a chance to have a meteoric rise and become immortal.
Since ordinary people could already reap such benefits, cultivators would naturally gain more. Even in modern times, looking from an optimistic point of view, such 'paradise' was probably an incomplete 'half realm.' A person could open it to reap benefit from it if one was capable. When the Gate of Dao's disciples saw this, they were immediately ecstatic, even the old-time cultivators had forgotten to keep their voice low.
After a moment of ecstasy, they could not help but quietly looked at Zhang Lisheng, who was by the side.
Witchcraft and Dao had been fighting for thousands of years, and it had been passed down to the present. Although the Taoists had encountered many twists and turns before, the secular authorities often used them. For this reason, they were very strict in taking disciples and very meticulous in teaching their methods. Even ordinary Taoists in the Gate would have a very high disposition.
However, like a mouse, witchcraft had never dared to show their heads for thousands of years. Ordinary wizards even had to shuttle back and forth all the time just to eke out a simple living. Many of them were not even literate, let alone reading ancient Chinese literature. It was very likely that they did not know what the Yingzhou meant at all.
Despite this, Zhang Lisheng, who had a net worth of hundreds of millions, had inherited the ancient witchcraft, obtained a doctoral degree at a prestigious university ranked top ten in the world, differed from them. He must be clear about the estimated value of a 'paradise.'
This chance was fleeting. If it was not for the fact that the Taoists had qualms against Guo Caiying who was on the plane now and that the young man had a profound and unpredictable strength that allowed him to kill two Taoists before fleeing away despite being trapped in the Four Image Formation, the Taoists would have long joined forces to make their moves on him. They could do this just by catching Zhang Lisheng by surprise and eradicating him with no hesitation to create a fake plane crash that would let several hundreds of people to be buried together with him, 
Since they could not use a hard approach, that Gate of Dao's skinny and handsome leader had a series of expression fleeting across his face for a few seconds before suddenly folding his hands and making a deep bow in an ancient greeting at the young man who was staring fixedly out of the window. Then, he pointed at the cloud light door and transmitted his voice, "Dr. Zhang, I'm Song Huiyuan. Nice to meet you. Yingzhou is a paradise for the Gate of Dao's ancestors to cultivate, and now that we're lucky enough to encounter it, I'm afraid we would want to…"
When Zhang Lisheng saw the emergence of the light door, his experience of buying the jelly gem by chance in the Amazon city suddenly appeared in his mind.
The young seller's words seemed to be ringing again in his ear. "I saw a dark yellow glow that appeared in the jungle out of nowhere when I was peeing behind my house…I found out that it was a large glowing door that was even bigger than 10 trees combined. The door connected to an island with strange rocks, rivers, and houses. I've never seen those square wooden houses with long roofs and sharp tips before, but they looked beautiful. Oh yes, there were many strange animals and big birds carved on those houses which looked like they were alive. The door felt like it had legs. It was walking around the enormous island and stopped when it arrived before a gigantic, colorful rock that looked like a mountain. I couldn't help but extend my arm to touch that big rock. In the end, the door disappeared when I retreated my hand from the pain. However, I was lucky that I grabbed this piece of jelly gem, but I have no idea how it happened."
That jelly gem had saved the young man several times. He realized that the stone was strange, so he began to study it meticulously; he could almost be sure that it was the only piece of sky-patching stone that Ancient Goddess Nuwa used to travel around the world and trekked through the mountains to refine the five-color soil by borrowing the sun's divine flame Tiantai Mountain to save the people.
Now that Zhang Lisheng saw the Yingzhou paradise miraculously appearing right before his eyes, his heart jolted. At once, he realized that the place where the light door connected, thus allowing the native young man entered to grab the jelly gem, was most likely the place where Ancient Goddess Nuwa had turned into dust after taking materials to create the sky-patching stones and dried her own blood essence up—the Tiantai Mountain.
When the young man thought of this, he immediately was interested in going to the Amazon to explore it. After all, the five-colored soil and the relics, as well as the shattered remains of Ancient Goddess Nuwa, might be able to patch the worlds' fences. To him, this had value so high that it was simply inconceivable.
In comparison, he did not even have to bother himself with the Yingzhou looming in the distant clouds. He might as well throw 'it' to the Gate of Dao's people to struggle with it, and if they could reap benefits from it, they could indirectly help the Chinese government to increase their fighting strength against Atlantis.
Many thoughts flashed across Zhang Lisheng's mind. When he snapped back to reality, he shrugged without waiting for the Taoist to finish his words, "Mr. Song, just do whatever you like. I just feel nothing but headache when I see such supernatural phenomenon involving space chaos. I just want to hurry up and dodge, so I can rest."
Even if the words that the ancient witchcraft's successor uttered in front were real or not, Song Huiyuan immediately felt relief in his heart. Bowing, he said, "In that case, thank you."
Then, he proceeded to gesture his companions to leave the cabin together.
After watching the Taoists leave, the young man quietly put up with the glances he obtained from the surroundings and returned to his seat to sit down.
Shortly after Zhang Lisheng returned to his seat, Guo Caiying sat back beside him and asked curiously in a whisper, "Junior Brother, this name Yingzhou is very familiar. What is this place actually? Why would that old Taoist become so excited and actually recited a poem in the cabin to attract other people's attention? These 'special people' usually would disguise themselves very well in public under normal circumstances."
"Yingzhou is one of the four great paradises in ancient mythology. It's mentioned before in one of the Four Classic Novels, Journey to the West. When these Taoists saw it, this paradise immediately blinded them; how could they possibly pay any more attention to whatsoever disguise anymore?"
"One of the four great paradises? Legend has it that it would bring great fortune to even an ordinary person who comes across it…" The girl pondered for a while before jokingly saying, "I'm an ordinary person, so why I don't feel anything? I've heard of this one poem before, 'When a deity caresses my head, my hair will braid, and my life will extend.' I should feel some difference if my life span is extended, right?"
When her words left her mouth, the airplane suddenly shook a few times before resuming in their ordinary course.
"It's 'encountering' a paradise, not 'looking' at a paradise. It won't count if you don't go inside Yingzhou," the young man shrugged and said.
"Then take me inside and see how it goes. I'm a little curious, Junior Brother."
"That kind of unstable mysterious 'space' is too dangerous, I dare not take you in. It's effortless if you want to live longer. The main research topic I have been doing in the Shrimp World No. 2 is crushing the 'power core' of the supernatural creatures there and transplant it into the human bone marrow. I've made some breakthrough progress now, and if I carry out the surgery at all cost, the success rate is 90%, and after the surgery, you'd be able to restore to the peak of the human body, and your life expectancy would be significantly increased. Not only that, but you'd be able to master supernatural power too. It's like killing three birds with one stone. Just let me know whenever you want to do it." Zhang Lisheng shook his head and opened a blank check.
"I don't want to do this kind of surgery to induce genetic variation," Guo Caiying replied as chills ran down her spine. "It's actually quite nice to be an ordinary person…"
Before the girl could finish her words, a sudden brilliance that was resembling the bright light of the rising sun shone through a row of windows on the right side of the cabin. When the light flashed, Zhang Lisheng carefully condensed water vapor to form a transparent armor, to envelop Guo Caiying and himself.
When the brilliance appeared, Guo Caiying stood up once again in bewilderment with her jaw dropped but inadvertently noticed the water flow covering her body.
When the young man saw the girl looking down at her body in shock, he stood up and whispered in her ear, "Senior Sister, we're flying over 10,000 meters high now, so I think we better be more careful. This layer of 'water armor' can protect you from crashing even if the plane crashes. It can also change with your movements, so you can just ignore it and pretend that it doesn't exist." 


A young man from the Miaowei Tribe brought up by his strict father, suddenly turned into Rank 1 Wizard on the day he was orphaned. He then obtained the ability to control giant worms. 
Soon after, he found his mother who was in a faraway foreign land by accident. From a small mountain village, he managed to jump into the amazing arena that was a global metropolis.
Thus far, we have a young man who inherited the legacy of mastering ancient demons from an ancient country. 
From Western civilization to other worlds, a fascinating saga is born.

The splitting headaches woke me up. Oh man, that was stupid to work in a thunderstorm. No wonder they say never hide underneath a tree during one or trees for that matter. but wait a minute, why am I floating and not lying on the ground, and why am I feeling so light? a soul leaving the body experience like in the novels and movies?

I looked around but could not see anything and I seem to be flying towards one direction. This is not funny anymore. Am I dead already? I am fully conscious of myself but can not feel my extremities and know I am flying and spinning faster and faster and out of control...

It finally all stopped and I find myself standing in front of a gate. What's behind the gate is shrouded in thick clouds. Is this the Gate of Heaven? Oh, there is a long line so I decided to follow the crowd and find out. Standing behind a young blonde I asked, 
"Where am I?"
"Welcome to Heaven. We are all waiting to be checked in." She said. 
"It looks like the line is long" I commented.
"You are lucky you are in Heaven, what's the rush."
Yes, I agree. If I am really dead, there is really no rush. But it's still difficult to get over the fact I'm already dead. To think about how my obituary would read, "Michael Yao, a former Chicago lawyer who retired early, a not so proud father and divorced husband, passed away at the age of 58. He was struck by lightening while trying to clear a cemetery plot on his land." That sounds so, so unreal, so I'm not ready and so unfair. 

It finally became my turn to be registered. The reception hall next to the gate is grand and impressive as I have imagined. Everyone filed in and waited to be called to their respective windows. Sorry, there is no TSA agents I can see and no metal detectors. "Next!" A man behind the window in his mid 30s called out to me attention.
"..." I am really speechless and don't really know what to say. 
"your name?" 
"Michael Yao."
"Date of birth, middle name and country of origin?"
"58, November 15, 1960. I am from Danby, New York, I mean the United States and sorry, I don't have a middle name. I do have a social security number."
"We don't need socials here. There are people from all over the world here." he said.
When I see that he is typing and checking into his desktop I can't help myself but ask,
"Excuse me, am I really in Heaven?" I had to ask, it looks like he was using Windows. Bill Gates must be buying his way to Heaven. 
"Almost, but not yet...Without a middle name I've got a lot of Michael Yaos born with the same birth date. Please go to Window 11 and check in there." The agent said. 
I followed the direction and came to Window 11. After giving my name and birth date, I was told to come in and wait in a separate room, a room full of people and some dogs and cats, just like an international arriving terminal. This place as good ventilation too. With my former training in mechanical engineering I know their HVAC system has been upgraded and expensive.
After about two to three hours of waiting, "Michael Yao! Please come with me." A female dressed like a minister or administrator came in and called out my name.

I was led to yet another room. It looks like her office. On the L-shaped desk made of plywood and veneer top sits her name plate. It says Samantha Hawkins and the expected picture stand with two kids in it. I really could not get up and get closer to check to see if they have wings. The husband is again not in it like usual or maybe she is not married or divorced. Wait, do they allow women who are divorced into Heaven or a woman with kids but not married for that matter? It seems like Heaven is really up to date on the equality and nondiscriminatory of things. Or maybe Heaven is the one leading all these improvements. 
"Sir, we have conducted our preliminary inquiry, " Samantha's voice pulled me back.
"We don't have any record of your regular attendance in church or affiliation with any religious denomination."
"Sorry, I have to ask, am I really in Heaven?" I have to interrupt her. 
"Not yet. We are however the checkpoint for all entrance to Heaven." Samantha said.
"I am also sorry to say that there is very limited record of any outstanding services or contributions you've made to meet our requirement. A Michael Yao is expected to be checking in today, but he is suppose to come from San Francisco, California, not Danby, New York. I am afraid the system might have generated a glitch and cross referenced a wrong identity." 
"So Samantha, can I call you Samantha. What you are telling me is that maybe I shouldn't be here today and shouldn't have died?" I became angry but saw hope at the same time.
"It's a general office policy that we don't respond to comments. You as a lawyer should know that. I can only inform you our decision that you will not be granted entrance today." Samantha said unapologetically and with a straight face. 
"That's fine." I wasn't about to start a dispute or litigation with Heaven. After all, who would have the jurisdiction to adjudicate this. I decided to be nice. "Is there any way you could tell me how you'd direct people in my position in past practices?" 
"That's a good question. As you may know this does not come up very often. In fact it's extremely rare. Because you are already dead, you can not seek to have you revived.  Resurrection would be a completely different matter and is not only energy consuming require approval from the highest eschelon. I'm sorry for your situation." Sympathy finally showed on her face. 
"Does that mean that I can't go to hell either because it is a glitch?" I have to ask.
"Correct. You may try but your admission down there has not been authorized for the same reason." she said. 
...a moment of silence fell upon us. If I can not go to either Heaven or Hell the choice of being a wandering soul appears very evident. Throughout my life I have thought about heaven and hell but never thought about me being a ghost after death. 
"Michael," Samantha broke the silence, "there is one option I think you might consider. I know you were born in America, but you are also Chinese. The Chinese has its own heaven and hell system, the Three Realms. In fact, the Chinese visiting delegation is leaving today. They've been here discussing with us on cross boundary issues for the past week. You may consult with them and explore your options." Samantha turned out to be a kind woman although her face would still not show.

A retired Chinese American lawyer traveled back in time to North America after the fall of the Aztec Empire in the mid 1500s. To defend his newly found and extended family the young Chief Kang embarked on an epic journey to establish an Indian Nation that forever changed history.

A terrifying mystery had implanted itself into everyone's heart. The disciples of the Ni family wanted to charge toward the jewels, but now they were too frightened to even take another step forward.
However, to reach deeper into the cemetery, they have to move past this place!
Ni Biao's expression gloomed. He turned his face toward Ni Feng, expecting her to provide a solution.
The other exorcists also fixed their gaze on Ni Feng. Ever since the Ni family's Eldest Young Lady impressed them during the gate selection incident last time, they had come to believe that she would know what to do next.
They had no idea that Ni Feng suggested going through the South Gate because she overheard Helian Wei Wei's words previously. 
As for this time, without any reference, Ni Feng certainly could not make any useful deduction.
As their stares on her grew deeper, Ni Feng started to feel uneasy. She had never been this embarrassed in her life before. She felt as if something was going to overflow from her eyes, but she held it back firmly and kept her silence.
When Ni Hu saw this, he quickly stood out to protect his family. "Don't look at my sister like this, she will feel uneasy, which makes it harder for her to come out with a solution. Besides, it was my sister who provided all the ideas along the way, she must be tired." As he was speaking, Ni Hu turned his gaze and spoke directly to Ni Feng, "Sister, are you feeling unwell again? Shall we take a rest?"
Ni Feng knew the best defense at the moment was having a weak body, so she pressed her forehead with her fingers and nodded slightly.
Without hesitation, Ni Hu ordered the people to give Ni Feng a seat. Then, he spoke to the exorcists, "Please let my sister have a rest. This incident is very tricky, my sister needs some time to think about it in order to figure out a solution."
The exorcists were reminded by Ni Hu of Ni Feng's dedication along the journey, so they agreed, "The most important thing now is Young Lady Ni's health, everything else can wait."
"That's right, health is the most important. Let's take a rest right here." As the exorcists were talking, they sat down on the spot.
Then, a figure appeared slowly from the entrance they took just now.
It was Zhuge Yun!
His arms were stretched as if he was walking in the dark. There was even a piece of cloth covering his eyes!
He was not the only one who was acting strange, the people behind him were all the same.
"Brother Yun, what are you doing?" The exorcists were all alarmed unlike in the beginning. They were on guard about anything that seemed abnormal
As he heard the mention of 'Brother Yun', Ni Biao was suddenly startled as if he was electrified. He turned around immediately!
He was staring at the eight of them as if they were ghosts.
How is this possible?!
How are they still alive?!
The lurking exorcist who was standing at the far end did not expect to see Helian Wei Wei's team again!
In his heart, these people were supposed to be trapped in an infinite loop. How was it possible for these people to follow themselves tightly behind into the second level?!
What is happening now?! You said you have taken all their Chinese talismans, did you not? How could they still be alive and even made their way here?! Ni Biao was questioning his subordinate with the expression in his eyes.
That exorcist could not answer that question and the image of Ni Biao which he saw just now popped into his mind. His expression was blank as if he had lost his soul because he had no idea how these people walked out alive!
Their Chinese talismans were still in his bag, they could not have been here unscathed!
In order to sneak in better, he even disguised himself to make his presence imperceptible. He utilized his advantage and searched their bags all over while they were not paying attention.
Other than the two foreigners who had no bags with them, he had done a thorough search on everyone. He was also certain that the two foreigners did not possess any Chinese talismans!
The exorcist panicked. He could not shake his head at Ni Biao in order to keep his identity a secret, instead, he could only communicate with his eyes.
At the same time, Zhuge Yun heard some noise and pulled down the cloth which was covering his eyes. A smile of relief appeared on his youthful face. "We made it! Brother Wei, we really made it!"
On the other hand, Helian Wei Wei had long forgone her black cloth, even before Zhuge Yun, not because she heard the noise earlier, but because she had felt some weak light, and she realized that they were not far from the exit.
Human beings have unlimited possibilities. As long as one has been trained, even without opening their eyes, they could sense a light source.
After hearing what Zhuge Yun had said, the exorcists were baffled. "What do you mean by 'you guys had made it out for real'? Brother Yun, Xiao Ling, what was the cloth on your face for?"
Before Zhuge Yun could say anything, Xiao Ling jumped up with excitement to answer, "Brother Wei made us wear these. After we entered the cave, we have been going around in circles continuously, and our Chinese talismans were stolen by someone, so…"
"What did you say? Your Chinese talismans were stolen? How did you guys make it out alive!" The exorcists interrupted Xiao Ling without allowing him to finish his words.
Xiao Ling pointed at Helian Wei Wei. "Brother Wei came out with this special idea. He made us cover our eyes with this cloth and continue walking forward all the way."
"Cover your eyes and walk forward all the way?" The exorcists had never heard of this method before so they revealed a doubtful smile.
Ni Hu sneered and stared at them coldly. "You walked out of the cave just like that? Who are you trying to trick?"
Xiao Ling was still young, his face turned red after being teased by them, but his voice was firm, "When you guys first saw us out of the cave, our eyes were all covered by clothes. Besides, we all held the red rope dipped in dog's blood on our hands, which was used to prevent the Qi of Yin from entering our bodies. These were all Brother Wei's idea."
The exorcists were all shocked by this revelation.
That was true, they had all witnessed these people coming out with their eyes covered. At first, they thought these people had made something up.
Now that they thought about it carefully, they all shuddered with surprise. If this was true, whoever came up with this idea was amazing!
Under normal circumstances, there were no ways to walk out the illusion of going around in circles without utilizing Chinese talismans.
However, this guy named Wei had broken the spell perfectly in a dire situation!
The exorcists were once again amazed!
Ni Hu obviously did not believe in this, and hence, he commented sarcastically, "So, tell me how did you solve the problem of going around in circles by just covering your eyes? There isn't any basis to justify your reasoning."
Even if you came out alive, there was no basis to support your theory. You guys were just lucky to make it out, how dare you guys to challenge the Ni family's pride?
He was eager to see how they would explain their way out of this!


She, a 21st century mercenary queen, had crossed over into a tragically betrayed body of a waste. Waste? She will show them what it means to be a waste!
Betrayed? With the Ancient Manual in her hands, she will astonish all the despicable men and cheap women!
Wait! Didn’t everyone say that she was an evil woman which everyone feared? Why is his Third Highness, full of mystery and charisma, so interested in her?

People always praised an actor by using the word "breakthrough", but they ignored that each person had their own limitations. No actor could play well all kinds of roles. There was no such person in the world. If an actor dismissed that fact, they could make a fool of themselves.
Clever actors abandoned that impractical idea and focused on roles that entertained the audience.
Alice Braga bowed deeply before Qin Guan. Now she understood how he had become an international award-winning actor. He had a much more profound understanding of the circle than she did.
Qin Guan was delighted to gain another fan in the industry. He took a flight to London in a really good mood.
He had already called Cong Nianwei several times to invite her to go to the UK with him, but the construction of the Olympic Stadium had yet to be completed. Cong Nianwei's schedule was really tight, so she had to reject his proposal.
The construction of the Olympic Stadium and all the related facilities had reached a crucial stage, so Cong Nianwei was too busy to even get a decent amount of sleep.
China's construction companies were the fastest in the world. The country's flourishing cities attracted people from all directions.
The previous infrastructure and living conditions couldn't satisfy the pouring crowd, so more and more buildings started being built, which in turn attracted even more migrant workers and architects. The pressure was finally eased during the developing process.
Skilled, hard-working labor workers were the key behind China's outstanding construction speed.
The main stadiums of the 2008 Olympics changed with each passing day.
Unlike his sweaty girlfriend, Qin Guan was standing in the entrance hall of Madame Tussaud's, wearing an exquisite suit and a shiny pair of leather shoes.
A staff member walked over. "Are you Mr. Qin Guan? Follow me, please."
It was a freckled girl with a lovely smile. She led them upstairs while she made a basic introduction about the museum.
The wax figures were exhibited on the first and second floor, but the third floor was not open to the public. That was where the figure manufacturing studio was located. All the lucky stars selected by Madame Tussaud's were measured there by professional staff. Then the materials were sent to the headquarters in London.
The mysterious gate was opened for Qin Guan. A rare exception was being made for the Chinese actor, as the chief craftsman was really interested in him.
"Come in, please."
The girl pushed the gate open slowly with a polite smile to reveal a mysterious world. Before Qin Guan could even step forward, a black figure rushed over to him with a loud scream.
"Ah!"
Before anyone could react, Han Zhujiu took action. As soon as he saw the black figure, he jumped out from behind Qin Guan and blocked the guy. The professional bodyguard threw a kick without hesitation.
Bang!


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

The Divine Gate had just ended, but the excitement and the commotion had yet to reside as everyone gathered around to discuss in twos and threes. 
"Only two divine bulls died this time, there appears to be something amiss, no?" Someone said indifferently. 
"Yeah, it was the two that had provoked the Eastern Pharos, I heard them say that it was the Chinese who had suggested that the two divine bulls be used as bait, saving everyone."
"How cunning of them," said a white man angrily, "Letting others do the dirty work while they sit back and reap the benefits."
Of course, they would never know that the reason why most of them could have returned safely was all thanks to Sir System's special dimension space. 
Since the others did not know the truth, and the Chinese had taken first place again this time, naturally resentment would grow among the other countries. 
Even in a new era, gullible humans would always possess such foolish thoughts. 
It was just that these arguments would only be carried out among their inner circles, no one would dare question the Eastern Pharos. They had seen what had happened to those who dared provoked him, all they could do was talk behind his back. 
Hearing their arguments, Fang Ning was not bothered by the slightest. Those who were recalcitrant yet unable to do anything were the classical signs of little miserable people.
Sir System, however, shouted angrily, "Damn it, I work so hard to bring these people back safely and only so few of them are actually grateful, how dare they!"
"Sigh, this what they call a good warrior gets no merits, without someone to spread the word, who would possibly know the good deeds we've done? But don't worry about them, they're just good at talking crap, they'll get what's coming to them. I've said so before, only care about our comrades and allies, as for the others, no matter how much good you do, they would not be on your side, and they would definitely not say good things about you. Even those great ones with morals so high beyond us have been criticized and nitpicked by the future generations without holding anything back. Except, the flies will eventually be washed by history without leaving a single trace, but the beacon of great men will shine through the ages." comforted Fang Ning. 
"Hmmph, I've remembered the names of all the ones that talked bad about me. When we finally release the new System Currency...No, Justice Points, they won't even be able to dream of getting any." Sir System said spitefully. 
There were, of course, the ones who remembered the good that Vigilante A had done, them being their fellow allies and friendlies. 
Three days later, Ren Ruofeng sent someone to deliver over a large amount of money, ores, and medicinal herbs. 
Chong Daqing came over as well, saying that she had been sent by the Bodhisavatta. 
She, however, said that she was broke and had no money on her, claiming that she would continue to send the energy to his designated evil spirits after she had filled her belly and turned into a cocoon. 
　　...
In the Yin Attribute herb base of Vitality City. 
Since returning here, Tom the black tiger had been pacing back and forth for the three days. 
Of course, he saw that the little grey ant had used a substitute and left midway through the journey, he just pretended to not have noticed. 
Now that he thought about it, Death should have successfully escaped from the world on the brink of collapse, based on the changes on this little grey ant's body. 
After it got what it came for, the day after the Divine Gate had closed, it had come running back to his head. Looks like it was determined to cling onto him. 
When Tom attempt to sense its presence, he discovered that the other was on the verge of another evolution once again, its next step was likely to evolve into an "Ant of Death". 
"I can't believe that after all the trouble I've gone through, you get to enjoy all the perks. What a waste of my time and effort."
He had followed Death's instructions and cultivated a divine monster using altar materials with the intention of luring Death out. 
He had not expected that, while he had successfully lured Death, the other was even more calculative and had immediately latched itself onto a powerful figure. Although he managed to discover the other's true whereabouts, ran into the desert and attempted to devour him and in the end, he had been one step too late. 
Under the circumstance, in order to cover up his real intentions, he had no choice but to say some words that would make a cat feel ashamed. 
When in fact, he knew full well that as long as the task was completed he would be transferred away, and there was no need to ask Vigilante A to take him away. 
"Sigh, what a loss, why is my life so difficult? Can't I just win for once? Impossible, Vigilante A's intelligence wasn't that high, he just had a lot of cards in his deck. He got lucky and had a distinct upper hand." He shook his head as he paced back and forth. 
At this moment, a voice suddenly rang in his ear.
"Do you want to know Vigilante A's real trump card? Do you really want to win for once?"
"Who's there?" Tom the black tiger immediately turned around and ran up the nearby hills, looking around frantically. 
"I, the Spiritual Tiger, Thomson, am forever loyal to my savior. Even if I should jump from the hills to my death, I will never be a traitor!" He shouted loudly. 
"Quit yelling, Vigilante A won't be able to hear it. Even though this may be his arcane realm, he doesn't know who this place once belonged to." The mysterious voice said in a deep and low tone. 
"Who are you? What do you want?" Tom the black cat immediately realized what he was doing was futile and calmed down. 
"What we want to do is not important, what matters is what do you want? Are you really content to just work for him for the rest of your life? Wearing a cat collar no less? Slaving away for the rest of your life with no freedom? This time he sent you to scope out the place, you were lucky you didn't die, but you will absolutely not be so lucky next time." The mysterious voice continued to incite. 
Even though he knew that the other was provoking him, Tom could not help but feel resentful.
It was true, Vigilante A had purposely sent him out when he could have chosen anyone else, it was clear that he did not consider him one of his own...He would be such an idiot to think that the other treated him as one of his own. 
However, the other guy around him was still okay, at least he gave him a precious pill for protection he left.
Now, four, five years had passed since the rise of Vigilante A, Tom was no fool, even though he may not be able to discover Fang Ning's real identity, he knew that Vigilante A was a two-faced person. 
The other had two souls in control of the same body. One exceptionally cruel and cold, while the other was relatively kinder and easier to manipulate. 
Tom thought over it again and again, but he never accepted the other's proposition. 
He knew very well that there was no future that lied ahead of him. 
If he did several more jobs and played the pity card a few more times, he may still be able to redeem himself and manipulate the benevolent side of Vigilante A to release him. He may even be able to progress with his cultivation and gain some benefits from him. 
If he really became an inside man, then there was only one fate that awaited him: after the deed was done, this mysterious figure was going to burn down the bridges; if he failed, he would be utterly annihilated by the merciless Vigilante A. 
Thus, he replied coldly, "You get out of here, you've really underestimated the great Sir Tom. I've known all about your tricks since I was three years old!"
That sentence may sound right, but three years in cat years meant that he was already an adult by then...
"Hmmph, ungrateful fool!" The mysterious voice finally turned angry. Obviously, Tom's reaction was out of its expectations, that, or it had not even considered the possibility that the cat who was being worked like a slave under Vigilante A would be unwilling to resist. 
"How much longer do you all think you all can stay on your high chair? Do you all really think that this world will be yours? You're mistaken, this world will ultimately be controlled by the gods!" The mysterious voice said coldly, "The gods' wisdom is far beyond your imaginations, enjoy your moment while it lasts."
"Hmph," Tom threw it back at him, "Even the Gods are having trouble saving themselves and they still want to rule the world? How ridiculous, if I wasn't so cowardly I would've devoured an Upper Realm God by now."
"Then just you wait and see, foolish one, death will be with you." The mysterious voice suddenly said. 
"Pathetic, still trying to divert in the end, no matter who you are, I'm sure you'll soon be revealed. The path of this world is not something you guys can decide, the only one who can control its fate is itself." The black cat sneered. 
The mysterious voice replied no further. 
Tom waited for a long time but the voice never came again. 
He frowned, in his heart, he knew that the other would not give up so easily, if he had not been careful he might have gotten into big trouble. 
There was a high chance that he would have been made a sacrifice for his rejection. 
No, he had to go seek the other's protection, Sir Tom could not give away his services for free. 
Also, even if he did not become the inside man, others may not be unwilling as not everyone was as intelligent as Sir Tom. 
If he reported this matter, he might even be able to get some rewards. He could not always let this little grey ant ride on top of him now. 


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

After inhaling the white haze, Wang Ling's stomach instantly swelled like a balloon, but very quickly, he purified the poisonous haze internally. A Sage Body wasn't just impervious to external harm; its organs' purifying ability was top-class and could break down any type of exotic poison in the world in a split second.
Looking at this scene, Wang Ming finally heaved a sigh of relief.
"Super Chen? Super Chen?"
He prodded Super Chen, but the brat showed no signs of waking up. Instantly, Wang Ming was a little unhappy. He had privately thought that the only other person in the world aside from Wang Ling who he would hold in his arms was his future wife! Under normal circumstances, he would definitely have never allowed a third person to take advantage of him.
Looking at the deep consideration in Wang Ming's expression, Wang Ling knew, even without reading Wang Ming's heart, that this idiot elder brother of his was most likely thinking about nonsense again.
The tip of Wang Ling's finger lit up with a small sphere of white light, and he touched it to Super Chen's forehead, using the Great Purification Spell to dispel from inside the other boy's body the poisonous white haze which Super Chen had inhaled.
Although he was still unconscious, his condition was no longer so serious.
What they had to do now was to find the source of this poisonous white haze.
Wang Ling narrowed his eyes. Opening the Heavenly Eye to its maximum level, he began scanning the ruins inch by inch like a searchlight.
The origin of the white haze was very abnormal; furthermore, Wang Ling felt that there was something familiar about it…
He remembered when he had been duped into acting as a spells consultant for the Seven Stars Cultivation Special Forces three years ago; when he had entered the Gate Between Worlds at the time to save Old Li and his group, it seemed to have contained some elements similar to what was in this poisonous white haze… when he considered this, a light bulb lit up in Wang Ling's mind.
He remembered; this white haze contained the demon qi found in the Gate Between Worlds!
But why would there be demon qi here?
While he was pondering this, his eyes caught sight of something behind a stone pillar in the center of the ruins.
There, he found… an array-guiding flag!
...
Underground in the small world, the Old Devil reopened a secret chamber; it had been completely enveloped in the Purple Gold Gourd's fog, which had formed a natural barrier that had thoroughly cut the chamber off from all outside interference.
In front of the Old Devil was a crystal sarcophagus which housed a skeleton. The entire skeleton had been preserved perfectly. It looked like a carved work of art; every bone was crystal clear and sparkled.
In the stone ghost mask, Jiang Liuyue was stunned.
This was the first time that she had come face-to-face with a skeleton of an Ancient Almighty.
This was a skeleton worthy of this Old Devil who had once created tumultuous waves in Huaxiu nation… Jiang Liuyue already couldn't imagine who the Ancient Almighty behind this skeleton had been. At the very least, it had to have been a great senior above the Fusion stage! Jiang Liuyue guessed the Almighty's prowess should have been between the Ascension stage and the Immortalization stage.
"Are you shocked?" The Old Devil stroked the crystal sarcophagus and sighed deeply. "Two thousand years ago, when my venerable self found this skeleton, how could I also not look upon it with such amazement? This skeleton is so perfect, it's almost as if it had been tailor-made for my venerable self…"
Two… two thousand years? Once again, Jiang Liuyue was amazed by the Old Devil's long-term vision. Had he unexpectedly already found a way out for himself at that time?
With his hands behind his back, the Old Devil did some calculations. "It's already been a while since the array-guiding flag has been set up; the demon qi from the Gate Between Worlds should have already penetrated this little world, and the Gate is about to descend… now is the time to set up the reincarnation array!"
Saying this, the Old Devil opened the crystal sarcophagus.
Free of the restrictions of the crystal sarcophagus, the pressure which the skeleton of the Ancient Almighty emanated was simply suffocating.
The moment the sarcophagus was opened, mighty pressure abruptly fell on them.
The ground under the Old Devil's feet trembled, and both his legs sunk into the earth from the pressure.
Fortunately, he had made preparations earlier, and thanks to the cassock he was wearing plus the protective light which covered his body, he was just barely able to withstand the pressure.
"Everything is within my calculations!" The Old Devil smiled slightly. As he spoke, he waved his hand, and eight candles instantly appeared in this narrow underground space.
The first step in setting up the reincarnation array was a crucial one, and involved using magic power to light the candles with the flames of the underworld. During the reincarnation process, any one of the candles going out would lead to failure. This was also the reason why the Old Devil had chosen to open the space underground.
"Next, as long as my venerable self fleshes out this skeleton and absorbs vitality, we will have succeeded!" Looking at the eight candles as they lit up, the Old Devil's movements started to become more cautious.
In the stone ghost mask, Jiang Liuyue saw the Old Devil take out two sacks from his storage space.
"Lord Devil Emperor, this is…?"
"It's impure earth," the Old Devil replied in a low voice. "My venerable self just needs to put it on the skeleton and start the reincarnation array, and it will be done."
So it was impure earth?
Jiang Liuyue was once again dumbstruck, shocked to the extreme in her heart. "Don't tell me, is this… the legendary Impure Earth Reincarnation Spell[1]?"
"Impure Earth Reincarnation? You're referring to 'life,'[2] right?" The Old Devil sneered. "This kind of spell actually doesn't exist at all. How can one be reborn just by simply molding impure earth into a body? Do you take those Ancient Almightys for fools?"
Jiang Liuyue: "…"
"The requirements for reconstructing a body for reincarnation are very demanding. Apart from finding a skeleton which matches your body type, you also need sufficient amounts of impure earth. On top of these basic requirements, you still need to consider the issue of the reincarnation array. These are all non-negotiable."
The Old Devil sighed. "Furthermore, the sale of impure earth has probably been banned in every country as it's probably a strictly regulated natural resource now, as valuable as tukela[3]. My venerable self found two sacks of impure earth in the tomb of this great master when I found this skeleton. I believe that this Almighty had initially intended to use it for himself, but unfortunately his days were numbered, and he wasn't lucky enough to enjoy it."
"…"
Jiang Liuyue was taken aback. "So, Lord Devil Emperor, you just happened to find this?"
"You can't say that." The Old Devil shook his head. "The ability to take advantage of a situation is also a reflection of your luck. Back then, it would have only taken a little more for Yi Jianchuan to completely destroy me, but unfortunately for him, he hadn't thought that due to my carelessness, I would seal myself into the stone ghost mask, which resulted in my aura vanishing from the world. My flesh might have disappeared, but the time that I was sealed away enabled my soul to recover. So, all of this proves that my venerable self isn't meant to die…"
Jiang Liuyue: "Then may I ask, senior, what is the spell that you are using now?"
The Old Devil: "Have you heard of the Impure Earth Body-Turning Spell? I'm referring to 'body'[4]."
Jiang Liuyue: "Impure Earth… Body-Turning Spell?"
"That's right."
The Old Devil nodded.
After he spoke, the Old Devil used his spirit energy to turn the skeleton of the Ancient Almighty in front of him over. "So, the key to this spell is to cover both sides of the skeleton with impure earth. When you're doing this, you must always, always remember… to turn it over."
Jiang Liuyue: "…"
[1] The official English translation is 'Impure World Reincarnation.' This is a jutsu in the anime 'Naruto' that is used to bind the soul of a dead person to a living being.
[2] This will make more sense by the end of the chapter, but the word for reincarnation in Chinese literally translates to 'turn life.' The Old Devil is taking issue with the word for 'life,' sheng.
[3] This refers to the fertile but highly friable soil of the Loess Plateau in China.
[4] The words 'body' and 'life' in Chinese have almost the same pronunciation.


As a cultivation genius who has achieved a new realm every two years since he was a year old, Wang Ling is a near-invincible existence with prowess far beyond his control. But now that he’s sixteen, he faces his greatest battle yet - Senior High School. With one challenge after another popping up, his plans for a low-key high school life seem further and further away...
Wang Ling: I just want to eat my crispy noodle snacks in peace...
Father Wang: If you're careless enough to destroy the country, it’s coming out of your pocket money. 
Wang Ling: It’s not my fault that the backlash from punching me kills you.
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Located at the Shiba Park of central Tokyo, The Tokyo Tower was the tallest building in the city. Standing three hundred meters tall, It was modeled after the Eiffel Tower in Paris. Even from afar, one could see its white and red bands erected above the rooflines of skyscrapers.
Before the construction of the Tokyo Skytree, Tokyo Tower had been the tallest structure in Japan and also one of the most popular tourist attractions. 
When Chen Fan arrived at the base of the tower, many martial artists had already gathered there. The perimeter of the tower had been blocked off to visitors. 
"What is going one today? Why is Tokyo Tower closed to tourists?" Ai Jinqi asked annoyedly.
The long-legged hottie was at Shiba Park, standing with a throng of tourists from all over the world just outside the entrance to the Tokyo Tower. Before them were a group of Law enforcement units from Tokyo's police department. They had set up a perimeter around the tower with yellow tape.
"Could there be anything wrong with it?" Ren Hao asked with furrowed brows.
Although the Tokyo Tower could be closed from time to time for maintenance, the presence of police force was unusual. It was as if they were investigating a murder.
"I have no clue. I have heard that you could even see Fuji Mountain from the top of the tower, so I thought to visit Tokyo Tower as the last stop of our trip to Japan. But it's closed. My flight is tomorrow morning, and I don't think I will be here for a while." Ai Jinqi lamented. 
The trip was ruined by not only her bad luck but also by Ren Hao's unwanted companionship. He was as clinging and sticky as a piece of gum at the bottom of her shoe. 
"I wonder where Chen Beixuan is right now? It had been days since I last saw him at the Susano Shrine. Sigh… I should have asked him for his number. Maybe I can even make a move on him." Ai Jinqi said wistfully.
Suddenly, a swell of murmurs rose from the crowd. 
The crowd spread apart in the middle, making way for a long convoy to file through. The first vehicle was a Toyota Land Cruiser, and it was followed by a slew of luxurious cars: Lincoln, Mercedes-Benz, and Rolls-Royce. It was like a high-end vehicle exhibition.
The convoy pulled over near the yellow tape as a group of men in black suits and sunglasses emerged. They stood in a column on both sides of the road. Their intimidating appearances had scared the crowd as people backed away from the perimeter and watched them from a distance. 
"Looks like some kind of a hotshot is coming. I thought it was the prime minister." Ai Jinqi pouted and complained.
"Miss Jinqi, please be careful about what you say."
A Japanese man beside the girl suddenly spoke to her in Chinese.
"Touche, Xiao Qi, we don't want to mess with these people."
A middle-aged woman put in.
"Sister Xu, Who are these men? Why can't I even talk?" Ai Jinqi asked indignantly.
The girl had been spoiled by her parents and was not accustomed to caution as she always spoke her mind readily. Otherwise, she would not have chatted with Chen Fan as soon as she saw him on the plan.
Sister Xu and the other Japanese man who spoke to her were a couple she met during her travels. The woman's Japanese husband was called Takanori Suke. Sister Xu was from also Zhong Hai and therefore had a lot in common with Ai Jinqi. 
"They were all from Tokyo's underground world, the so-called Yamaguchi." Before sister Xu had a chance to talk, Takanori Suke spoke up. His voice was laced with disdain.
For Takanori Suke, all Chinese people lived in a backward country and was far behind Japan. If not because Ai Jinqi's pretty face that was pleasing to his eyes, he would have already left the girl with his wife. 
"Yamaguchi?"
Ai Jinqi tucked her tongue out fearfully and didn't speak again. Even Ren Hao's face changed colors. 
Yamaguchi was famous even in China and Ai Jinqi had heard many terrifying stories about them.
In contrary to most people's belief, Yamaguchi Was not a specific criminal group, it was a term used for all groups of the underground world in Japan. It was no different than the term mafia. What made Yamaguchi stand out was its legal status. They were legally registered groups with full constitutional rights. Most of them were disguised as debt collection companies. The Yamaguchi were ancient, but it was still thriving and made over tens of billions of US dollars a year.
Ai Jinqi surveyed the entrance and noticed these men had blocked off the gate in two columns. It was as if they were waiting for someone's arrival. She asked: "Who are they waiting for? The boss of the Yamaguchi?"
"You bet." Takanori Suke replied readily. However, questions quickly flickered in his eyes. 
"Hold on a second… Genyōsha, Seiwakai, Nihsen…."
"Bosses of all seventeen underground groups are here. Something big is happening."
Takanori Suke worked as a manager in an entertainment company and had to work with these groups on a daily basis. Therefore, he was able to recognize some of these men.
What kind of event could have brought all the prominent groups in the underground world together? 
What Takanori saw next shocked him to the core.
He watched as these leaders came up to a Mercedes-Benz S-series and the leader of the Seiwakai—who Takanori knew personally—opened up the door with great respect and held it for a gorgeous woman in a white outfit to get out of the car. The woman's face was cold, severe but extremely attractive. She pulled her hair back in a ponytail and was carrying an Uchigatana. 
The bosses of the underground bowed to the woman in white with great respect. 
"How… how is that possible?" Takanori Suke gaped at the development in disbelief.
Takanori Suke knew these bosses as powerful tycoons who lorded over their group's territory. Not even the high profile bureaucrats dared to cross them. Who could have made them bow as a subject would to their master?
Could it be the owners of the mega-corps, or, the so-called Zaibatsu, was here?
What happened next completely changed Takanori Suke's perspective on the world he lived in.
He saw the woman in white get out of the car, and stand by the entrance instead of getting into the park. She was waiting for someone. Soon, another slew of luxury cars pulled over and powerful magnates emerged from the cars. 
"The CEO of Sony, Toyota, Mitsui Group, Head of the Peace Current Judo, Vice President of Sumitomo, Deputy Mayor of Tokyo and many parliament representatives."
The name of powerful men and women come out of Takanori Suke's mouth one after another.
Ai Jinqi had heard of some of the names, but not all of them. She knew Sony and Toyota like all the other Chinese people. This tycoon walked over to the entrance, and just like their underground world counterparts, they stood by the gate and waited.
They waited patiently from the afternoon till dusk.
As more and more prominent figures showed up, the entrance became crowded. Tourists were pushed off the road and were forced to stand on the road's shoulders and ditches. However, none of them wanted to leave. They wanted to find out what was going on.
It was evident that these men and women were waiting for someone even more influential and powerful than them. It made sense to the crowd now why the police forces had closed the tower today.
"I bet it is the prime minister himself, or someone as powerful as him." Someone guessed.
"Not likely. Didn't you see the manager from Mitsui Group? I say its a leader from the western countries." Another person put in.
Everyone put in their two cents. Despite hunger and thirst, they were determined to find out the answer.
"Sister Xu, do you think it's someone from China?" Ai Jinqi asked.
Before Sister Xu could say anything, Takanori Suke snorted and said: "The leader of the Mitsui Group is highly respected even in the Japanese parliament. No Chinese person is worth his time. "
Ai Jinqi was miffed by the rude remark, but she didn't act up.
China was already on the verge of surpassing Japan in terms of economic power, but most Japanese people still held deep prejudice against the Chinese. Sister Xu looked embarrassed by her husband's remark, but the embarrassment quickly turned into a helpless resentment. She had to deal with her husband's bias every day.
As the night fell and the lights on the Tokyo Tower lit up, many onlookers finally lost their patience and were about to leave. Suddenly, they saw a young man in a black outfit walking with a purple-haired female toward the entrance. The woman was taken aback by the crowd already gathered at the Tokyo Tower, but the young man didn't much care.
A security guard in a black suit came up to them and was going to stop them. 
Many others smiled gloatingly: "He is courting death. What makes him think that he could walk on the road occupied by these tycoons?"
Ai Jinqi and Ren Hao were stunned when they recognized the young man. He was Chen Beixuan who they met on the plane.
"It's my lucky day!" Ai Jinqi waved her hand, gesturing Chen Fan to get off the road.
Suddenly, she saw the woman in a white outfit come up to Chen Fan and bowed.
"Mr. Chen Beixuan, we have been waiting for you."
Mitsui Yuto, Ito Imi, Yamamizuki Sho and many other Japanese Grandmasters, along with the bosses of mega-corporations and all of their cohorts bowed deeply at Chen Fan.
Before them, a few hundred guards wearing black suit also bowed in unison.
A deadly silence fell over the park. Ai Jinqi rounded here eyes, mouth gaped in disbelief as her hand froze in the air. 
"What the heck?"


Chen Fan, the great cultivator, failed to transcend the Tribulation of Heaven: the final stage of his cultivation. Little did he know that this accident would bring him back to Earth and turn back time to five hundred years ago when he was just a teenager. 

‘I had once reached the precipice of power in the known universe and could look down on the ten thousand realms with pride; I was lonely nonetheless. I will not leave any regret nor anyone behind while I relive my past life this time around. ’

Join Chen Fan as he relives his teenage years, righting the wrongs of the past as he punishes his unwitting old enemies. 

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