What would happen if you woke up from a dream in which you saw your future?

You have new knowledge. Your personality has changed. Still, you are the same person. Do you make the same mistakes?

Alexander, son of Ceo of group Prins, has chosen to become a hacker at the age of 15. Leaving behind, his father's company. But after he had a dream,  he understood his mistakes.
He understood that he was blinded, by love. Understand that the family is more important for him. 
 He understood what betrayal means.

Follow Alexander and see how he changes his destiny.


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Hi!
The book is written from the perspective of Alexander and sometimes from the perspective of the female lead.
 It is my second book, but it is the first of its kind.

I'm not a native speaker.
if I receive negative messages about grammar, I'll stop!

The synopsis 

What would you say is the most valuable thing in this world?
   
 A mountain of gold and silver.

 Wrong.

Then what is it?

The return of the prodigal son.*

The fresh recruits understood the power structure within the Xertzul Abyss. They were ants who followed an ant! It was a shock to their system to learn that they came from such a weak World. They were the most powerful people in the Tutan World before they ascended.
As ascenders, they were made privy to the genuine history of their realm. James, their devil lord, brought his foreign army and slaughtered the entire world just to cultivate a Dao! Their leader was a heartless, bloodthirsty maniac.
The sphinxes had no thoughts of rebellion. They could not, they were slaves mentally and physically. And so it would be for eight more generations of sphinxes.
The dark elves willing followed James, so it was strange getting to know the actual history of how they came to inhabit the Tutan World. Dark elf elders had been mum about the founding of the Elf Nation in the Tutan World. For generations to be loyal to James that dirty history had to be wiped out throughout the entire world.
Their loyalty was still strong despite knowing the truth. Their tribe only had a few Knights apparently before following James, now they were Knights born every generation and the weaker ones could live safely in the pocket world.
~~~
While his ragtag war division was coming into being James was hard at work studying and mastering the [Curse Binding Scripture].
I deepened my understanding of Fire, Soul, Electric, and Curse Dao. Every day I would forge a new curse weapon. This young lord was rich with souls. Might as well use them!
I fully immersed myself in Runeforging. It was a wondrous experience for me, this was the first time I truly enjoyed devilry. Time had no meaning and flew by. Now that I had a wealthy organization backing me, I had forging resources delivered to me daily.
Ah, the life of a prodigal young noble. Who needs to go work hard to get resources when your lackeys can do it for you?
Kyle even sent a personal attendant to see to my needs. I felt it was natural, these were the things I expected to have as a young lord.
My mindset was slowly changing. I no longer saw myself as a young noble. Now that I had an organization and followers, I saw myself as a young lord. A proper devil ruler.
~~~
This change in mentality was great for our young devil hero. He was reaching the age of adulthood, his childhood fantasies of being a prodigal son were being replaced with being a prodigal young lord. James desired personal power and strength to back his arrogance.
He was wholly independent of the Hudson clan; he looked forward to the day that [Libra] would overshadow [Mountain Shadow] as the most powerful organization in the Hudson clan.
Our young devil hero was maturing from a devil boy to a devil man!
~~~
The work I did forging the cursed rune weapons was not only rewarding to me but every single one I created deepened the understanding of the Daos.
I had even entered the Metal Dao after working with so many materials. I started with Tier-1 cursed weapons and slowly improved my craft until I could form a Tier-2 cursed weapon.
Every weapon I crafted would be different, they would take on their form from a combination of the Metals, Souls, and Dao Runes I carved within them. Each would have a connection to me. These weapons were alive, they hungered to find a mortal soul to beguile and degrade.
The best use of these would be to send them into a pocket world and watch the madness unfold. I could conqueror an unsuspecting world without a fight.
"Meow, that's the best part of cursed rune weapons! It is very difficult to invade stronger worlds."
"Meow, Cursed Rune Weapons could easily beguile an unsuspecting mortal soul giving you a chief agent to enact your will on an unsuspecting world."
I must forge a Baron Weapon and send it down to an unsuspecting Tier-2 world. According to Kyles reports, I should be able to purchase Tier-2 world coordinates in a few years.
"Listen! You should work on stepping into the Baron realm, the stupid book will teach you how to scry for worlds once you do. It desires many souls to repair itself."
The stupid book kept the lion's share of the souls from the Tutan World! I'm altering the deal next time I conquer a world.
"Meow, you forget the stupid book gave you the realm coordinates."
"Hey! The stupid book is fair."
I didn't have time to argue with the Codex Aspects. Through my deeper understanding of Soul Dao, I realized the Aspects were just unique personalities born of the Codex to serve its hosts.
They were the Codex, and the Codex was them. It was truly a remarkable artifact. All this time he was speaking to it with his conversations with the mischievous cat and the cute pixie.
"Meow, when you grow stronger you'll be able to create a personal Aspect within the Codex of Souls."
"Watch Out! He's way too weak to be thinking about creating an Aspect."
I worked hard day and night forging, increasing my Dao mastery. I had an armada of Tier-1 and Tier-2 cursed weapons now. Some poor unsuspecting world would soon be 'gifted' these prized weapons.
As my understanding of Curses and Souls grew, soon I was on the cusp of breaking into the Baron realm. I had spent an entire year in closed-door devilry.
Adding the year he spent in the Tutan World and the year I spent closed up studying mastering my Daos, I was now eighteen years old.
I would head out to do tasks from time to time, but mostly I spent my time holed up in my hut forging. Nothing would stop me from reaching the Baron realm!
I even got a notification when Wanfang broke through to Baron. As a young lord, I could not fall too far behind my followers. They would look down on me!
I forged my first Tier-3 cursed weapon after spending so much time mastering the [Curse Binding Scripture].
I took a few weeks of materials from the Tutan World supply for this one forging! It was time to make a glorious weapon.

Suffering oppression, Soulless forsakes his devil clan. With his Soul Eyes, he carves his own mark in the brutal Abyss. Through hook or crook, nothing will stop the young devil lord! Tune in every day for his shameless actions and his cruelty. Enjoy… The Rise of a Devil! 

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Fang Jifan rubbed his eyes, staring blankly at the red curtain of Zhu Zhu in front of him, and in the distance was a piece of furniture such as a dazzling piano case and a rosewood stool.
Standing in front of the curtain, there was a guy in a small blue cap, staring at him desperately, and then this guy showed a very embarrassed smile, with a flirtatious charming smile: "The young man woke up ..."
Fang Jifan was a little bit nervous, this is ... wearing ... through, because he clearly heard that the man in the Tsing Yi cap speaks Fengyang Mandarin. As an expert in Ming history, Fang Jifan can be 100% sure that the furnishings here, but also With this inexplicable man, in his own era, even a large investment in film and television, it was impossible to set up such a scene.
No panic or fright, Fang Jifan had some excitement in his heart, and after doing so many years of learning, unexpectedly today he can glimpse the ancients!
The ancients, looking at this guy who laughed a little bit, Fang Jifan couldn't help thinking, this is ... the ancients?
"This is the year of *******?" Fang Jifan saw a calligraphy on the wall, and the title of the post was a calligrapher in the Ming Dynasty.
By the bed, the system of the Xuanqin case also attracted the attention of Fang Jifan. This is the style of the mid-Ming Dynasty. After the ******* Dynasty, it was not very popular. The Xuanqin case seems to be a new system. So it is estimated that this should be There is no doubt about the era of *******.
The man in the Tsing Yi cap nodded, but still looked straight at Fang Jifan.
Having been determined, Fang Jifan slammed up from the bed, patted his thigh, and said excitedly, "Ning Wang is still there? There is a rebellion of the little prince in the north. The handicraft industry in the south has begun to rise ..." Fang Jifan A look of eyebrows fluttered: "The emperor today is also a sage, there is so much to do ..."
Ji Fang Jifan is very excited. This is a good time. The male husband, studying, and studying history, ca n't help but have too many regrets. He did n't have much success in his last life, and he finally came to a place of usefulness.
Fang Jifan couldn't help but want to laugh, because he worked in the library and studied Ming history. Not only does Ming history know a lot about it, it is about the local history of this era, he knows it well, and speaks something awkward. There were several thieves in the county on the few days of the month, and their amazing memory was also impressive.
I have been alone for a long time, and it seems not bad to come to this age.
Qi Fang Jifan even admired his own heart ... very big.
The guy in the Tsing Yi cap changed his face, hesitatingly: "Master ... you ... you say ... there is something promising?"
"Yeah." Fang Jifan cheered up, and he was a young master. Then this person was either a book boy or a long-time follower. His excitement had not passed yet, and he expressed his enthusiasm: "The man's eldest husband is alive. "
Speaking of which, the face of the man in Tsing Yi 's hat changed from doubt to sorrow. He yelled, "Master ... Master ... is sick again ... come ... come ..."
Qi Fang Jifan was shocked, what is this ... what happened?
  Snapped...
The door was suddenly knocked open by several strong men, and they looked like wolves and tigers.
Outside the sun, the sun also sprinkled in, and these burly bodies covered the extra light.
Then, a man with a quivering shirt and a goatee, a gentleman-like appearance, stepped on his back with a medicine chest and said with excitement: "Master, master's illness ... committed another ... fast, fast, needle ! "
With a quick order, those elite men rushed towards Fang Jifan and immediately controlled Fang Jifan.
Fang Jifan's pupils contracted, NMGB, he cursed, because he saw that old gentleman had removed the inch-long silver needle from the box, with a sad look on his face, Chao Fangfan said: "The disease suffered by the young master is the brain Disease, do n't be afraid to avoid illness, come here, do n't be afraid, do n't be afraid ... just get a shot ... "
Ji Fang Jifan was so frightened that his jaw would fall off: "I ... I'm not sick ..."
The doctor applied the needle and shook his head, saying, "Yes, I used to have this symptom when I was ill. Master, bear with me. The acupuncture method of the old man was uploaded by Naizu. He can treat the disease, and he can still exercise. Master, you lie down! "
  what...
With the general howl to kill pigs, Fang Jifan did not make a sound after half a ring.
Hands and feet are controlled, and the old gentleman actually directly inserted the silver needle into his back of the brain. Fang Jifan stopped crying, but he was scared to bite his teeth and did not dare to move. For fear of moving, the old gentleman The needle was skewed.
The most important thing is that I was afraid of getting an injection from an early age!
A needle so long, pierced into the head, this is a cure, this is a murder, your uncle!
Before the needle was taken out, the old man sighed with a beard and shook his head again. "The brain-disabled has no medicine, and the old man just presses the ancient prescription to temporarily control the illness. Whether he can be cured is up to his master's luck. . "
The guy in the Tsing Yi cap hid on the edge of the couch and whispered in a low voice: "Master, master, Doctor Fang is a famous doctor invited by Uncle, don't be afraid, just a few months' needle will be fine, Uncle repaired the book The family has commanded that as long as the master's illness is good, no matter what method is used ... In short, there must be no medical taboos ... Master is the only son of Uncle. Master can bear it ... bear it ...
Xi Fang Jifan's face was pale, but he was trembling.
Uh .........
Noon.
The view outside the window was pleasant, but Fang Jifan was not in the mood to appreciate the scenery!
This is the twenty-seventh day that Fang Jifan came to this world. Of course, he doesn't know how many needles have been pierced. Each time he pierces the needle, the other side of the fan is in the ghost gate.
An ancient 'famous doctor' pierced the silver needle into your back of the head and stirred it a little. Fang Jifan thought about it and shuddered.
Twenty-seven days are enough to make Fang Jifan understand everything.
The original master of this body was the only son of Daming Nan and Bo Fang Jinglong.
The hereditary Count of the Fang family was earned during the battle of Jingnan. The ancestors followed the Yan King Zhu Xi from the dragon to Nanjing from Peiping City. Zhu Xi was kind and gave an iron rice bowl with a big hand.
And the master of this body ...
Well, it's no wonder that I only say a word about how a manly husband can be regarded as a mental disability, because this is a complete scum scum, the biggest evil in the capital, and the prodigal of the prodigal, it can be called full of evil.
A few days ago, this was sick, so I invited a famous doctor to see it. I wanted to come because of a mental problem and never gave up the treatment. After Fang Jifan passed through, he was mistaken for the fact that he was not good because he and The former prodigal had very different personalities, so ... the treatment continued ...
I'm so stupid.
Ji Fang Jifan introspected himself. He was still too young. When he first arrived, what did he say to people to build a career and serve the country and the people?
A prodigal boy with a lot of bad behavior, behaves so abnormally, in the eyes of others, not neuropathy, what is it?
Well, in order to give up treatment, he must have Fang Jifan more than Fang Jifan.
At this time, the door of the bedroom was opened, and a small girl with a good face came in, followed by Fang Jifan's long follower, the guy in the Tsing Yi cap, called Deng Jian.
A new day has begun.
Qi Fang Jifan took a deep breath. For more than 20 days, he had figured out the rules and roughly understood the background of the family. Naturally, he had already thoroughly understood the original Fang Jifan.
When the little girl arrived at the couch, she saluted: "Master, get up."
Fang Jifan opened his eyes, showing impatience. He cheered himself up: "Prodigal son, prodigal son, buddy is a prodigal son, and should not be exposed."
Xi Fangji Fan's fiercely said, "What time is it? Early in the morning, what is the name of a ghost?"
Xiao Xiaoya's face was scared and slightly unnatural: "Sun ... three shots."
"Only three shots ..." Fang Jifan tusks: "Master, am I the one who got up three shots? Sleep for another hour!"
Deng Jian, wearing a Tsing Yi cap, nodded and said, "Master, it's too early, but I'm afraid the master is hungry ..."
"Okay, okay ..." Fang Jifan had to stand up and change clothes with the little girl's help.
Deng Jian, who was aside, laughed lowly: "The young master is wise, the young master is martial, the young master is not changed, admired by the villain, and throws himself into the ground."
"Go to you!" Fang Jifan raised his leg, turned Deng Jian with a kick, and said angrily: "Master, except handsome and handsome, has nothing to do, how dare you say wise and sacred? Wise and sacred can eat as a meal? Dog The same thing. "
Deng Jian rolled on the ground and burst into tears.
Fang Jifan was shocked in his heart. Why is it that Fang Caiyi was serious? Sin, sin, I'm really sorry, but ... hey, buddy is also very embarrassed. If Master Ben is gentle and gentle, how can he give up treatment?
Who would have expected it, Deng Jian rolled up suddenly, but leaned his head, and said with excitement: "Master's illness is finally better, small ... small ... I am really happy for the master, and the cry is joyful and crying."
  Ok?
Can Fang Jifan stay like a chicken?

Research on Mingshi Library Management
Members crossing the Zheng Ming Dynasty capital
There is less evil.
Hongzhi eleven years. It was a wonderful morning. At this time, Zhu Houzhao was an adult. At this time, Wang Shouren and Tang Bohu sharpened their swords in preparation for the Imperial Examination. At this time, the Xiaobinghe era was in the landlord's fool Nanhe Bofu, Nanhe Bo's successor Fang Jifan ... began his prodigal life.

The little darling reached out his little paws to grab the items as he babbled and insisted on playing with them.
Shui Anluo grabbed his little paws, these were not for playing. What if he breaks them? Both of them would not be able to reimburse them even if they were pawned here.
"Ah, ah..." The little darling struggled unhappily as he held his paws out. He had not even touched those shiny things.
Icy Chu raised his brows and picked the little darling up. He placed him on the counter and the little darling crouched down, using his meaty little hands to sweep the emeralds away.
Shui Anluo placed one palm on her face and watched as her prodigal son swatted the emeralds onto the ground one by one. It was a good thing those were of good quality so they do not shatter easily.
Once the little darling finished sweeping, all that was left was a delicate and exquisite emerald jade. The jade was smalled than a palm and glittered enticingly. It looked particularly beautiful beneath the special lights.
Chu Ningyi reached out to pick up the little jade and looked at the little darling. "This one?"
"Ah pu..." The little darling smiled at his daddy.
"Alright." Chu Ningyi nodded and gave the jade to the salesperson. "Wrap this up."
Shui Anluo's lips twitched, was this a special kind of communication between father and son?
Her son certainly had a unique style when choosing things. He would throw away what he did not like. This prodigal child, ever since he was by his father's side, he had been prodigal to the end[1].
After choosing the present, Chu Ningyi got Shui Anluo to take it and carried the little darling as he left.
Shui Anluo could see the viciousness hidden in the salesperson's smile because she would have to clean this mess in a while. However, because this was her big boss, she did not dare say a thing.
Now that the present has been chosen, Chu Ningyi brought them to the Chu family's old residence straightaway.
Ever since she had been conned by Chu Ningyi into coming here, she had never returned.
The old residence was more lively than usual. The Chu family was considered to be one of the elite families of 'A' City. Even though this was considered a family dinner, the number of people who had arrived was no small amount.
Shui Anluo felt a little repulsed. Aside from the fact that she was the little darling's mother, she has no relation to the Chu family now.
After he got down from the car, Chu Ningyi turned around to look at Shui Anluo who had remained in the vehicle. He looked at the time. "There's still time for you to leave but if the little darling is unable to find you and ends up crying, what will you do?" Chu Ningyi threatened calmly.
"You..." Shui Anluo looked up and angrily opened the door. She had already gone with him to buy the present anyway, why would she be afraid of making rounds with him inside?
Shui Anluo thought secretly and immediately flung the car door shut.
Chu Ningyi smirked. When Shui Anluo approached he handed the babbling little darling over to her and wrapped one arm around her waist.
"Hey, Director Chu, have some dignity, we have no relationship," Shui Anluo scoffed coldly.
Chu Ningyi raised his brow and murmured into her ear, "Are we not the parents of the child?"
His words were too seductive and his breath was much too hot.
Shui Anluo shivered, wanting to distance herself from where his breath had dispersed but did not want him to follow him like a shadow.
"Director Chu, are you teasing a young maiden from a good family?" Shui Anluo scoffed icily.
"Young maiden?" Chu Ningyi repeated and looked profoundly down at his gurgling son. The meaning of it was obviously to ask if she was still a young maiden.
"Ningyi?"
Before Shui Anluo could retaliate, a surprised yet familiar sounding voice called out from behind them.
[1] I think the term you're looking for is spoiled brat.


Divorced, disowned, and down on her luck, Shui Anluo was determined to move on and live a peaceful life… Unfortunately, her ex-husband somehow found out about the baby and insisted that she should move in with him again. Soon, he realizes that he cannot live without her… But the road to marriage is bumpy and Shui Anluo is unwilling to go through heartbreak again. Can she take back everything that had belonged to her and will she find the courage to jump in and fall in love again?

The Bureau Chief was just making a casual remark. A much-beloved child such as Hong Dali probably only appeared once every thousands of years in the Heavenly State. What was most important was that he was safe. As for all his little flaws, they were not important!
Once they were out of the cave, the Bureau Chief looked for an isolated place before asking in a low voice, "Huishou, what is it? Tell me quickly."
"All right, Bureau Chief." Mu Huishou recounted the events leading to the tragedy of Abe Haruta. "It has been confirmed that Abe Haruta is a Jabanese with top-notch skills. He disguised himself as a beggar and stationed himself under Chenghui Building but was apprehended by city officers 100% loyal to Young Master Dali…" and so on and so forth. When Mu Huishou finished recounting the events, he mentioned Lucifer's Weibo. "Just before it happened, Lucifer's Weibo post mentioned that he wished Young Master would meet with some misfortune…"
"In the end, it shifted to Abe Haruta?" The Bureau Chief was positive this time. "With the current situation, it seems that Dali will be safe. It's not a big matter—little curses are definitely ineffective against Dali."
"Bureau Chief, what shall we do about Abe Haruta?" asked Mu Huishou. "Should we let him go or…"
"This is simple." Bureau Chief revealed a sinister smile. "Does he have any identification on him? I guess if he was disguised as a beggar, he would not be carrying any identification or passport on him?" 
"Yes," said Mu Huishou. "Judging from his appearance, it seems he is a death soldier who has no intention of returning home."
"Let him spend his old age in prison, then." The Bureau Chief laughed out loud. "He can forget about leaving for the rest of his life. We have no problem with one more person in there. Remember to take good care of him—do not let him have too good a life."
"Okay!"
…
In the cave.
It was good news that Hong Dali had returned alive, especially since he had found so much treasure down there. It was all Hong Dali's property now. Tang Muxin sat down next to Hong Dali and said, "Dali, there is so much good stuff down there. Why don't we tell Uncle Hong about it and let him share the joy? Uncle Hong will also definitely like this Dali Bean!"
"Yes, that's true. In a while, I will ask someone to bring two pounds up and we can bring them home as snacks!" Hong Dali smiled. "The stuff is quite fragrant. I feel quite revitalized after eating them!" Saying so, he looked around and said, "There is nothing much else here. Let's go back when Uncle Chief returns. The aircraft carriers will not be ready for another week, so let us get all the documentation and procedures down pat during this time."
One week was neither short nor long. He had to make full use of the time and settle things that need to be settled.
Right then, on the technological front, they had to continue developing the virtual reality online game, the sci-fi town had to be built, and the decomposition of the holy garment should be moved up on the agenda. Even the Granzon had to be further perfecte—how to get the transformation working? It was a very serious problem.
There was still, of course, the most important thing. That was—the points they had gained from the recent squandering should have been credited. He had decided to max out his parent's attributes first but was unsure if the points were sufficient…
Hong Dali sat on the ground against the wall, pretending to rest as he brought up the Great Prodigal System's menu in his mind. Immediately, the system's cold electronic voice said, "Attribute points available for exchange: 167. Host, please allocate."
Damn! That much? Great! 
Hong Dali broke out in a huge smile when he heard that. It was worth it buying the two aircraft carriers! Exchange! He had to exchange the points immediately! Nothing else was important now except his family and friends' attributes.
Hong Dali replied decisively, "Exchange for Family and Friends' attribute points!"
System: "Current redeemable members: Hong Weiguo(Host's Father)—Current Health index: 76. Current Energy index: 69. Lan Ruoxi(Host's Mother)—Current Health index: 76. Current Energy index: 78. Tang Muxin(Host's Fiancée)—Current Health index: 87. Current Charisma index: 92. Li Nianwei(Host's steadfast supporter. Loyalty degree: 100)—Current Health index: 82. Current Charisma index: 98. Lin Chuyin(Host's steadfast ally. Loyalty degree: 100)—Current Health index: 75. Current Energy index: 81."
There was no need for any hesitation. Hong Dali immediately said, "Exchange for Hong Weiguo's and Lan Ruoxi's Health attributes. Increase both to a hundred!" Dad and Mum, hehe, I will not let you dote on me in vain. You must have health—maximum health!
"Please wait for a short while…" The system's voice sounded. "Redeeming in progress…"
It did not take long before Hong Weiguo's and Lan Ruoxi's vitality became a full hundred points.
"Wow, not bad, not bad!" Hong Dali smiled widely, feeling accomplished. Dad and Mum both had full health now, he would no longer have to worry about their health. Hehe.
The two of them originally had Health at 76, which meant 24 points each were needed to max it. Every Family and Friends attribute point was worth three normal points. That meant Hong Dali had 23 points left. Hong Dali did not hesitate now, either. He looked at Tang Muxin, Li Nianwei, and Lin Chuyin's attribute points and decisively added the points to Lin Chuyin. The Health attribute of the five family and friends were now as follows—Hong Weiguo: 100, Lan Ruoxi: 100, Tang Muxin: 87, Li Nianwei: 82, Lin Chuyin: 82.
Hong Dali was extremely pleased with the outcome. 
Only with health can you have everything else. As his family and friends, how could they be falling sick so often!
…
Door to Heaven.
"Eh?" Hong Weiguo suddenly touched his chest and stretched his arms and legs. He felt light all over.
"That's strange," said Hong Weiguo curiously. "How is it I feel so comfortable all over? Could it be because of Dali again…"
With that thought, Hong Weiguo called for his private medical team and requested for a full body checkup.
Half an hour later, the results of the checkup astonished Hong Weiguo. 
The Doctor-in-charge said in amazement, "CEO Hong, your body is as healthy as can be now. All tests have come back perfect with no trace of any possible ailments! My god, this is a miracle!"
Hong Weiguo was dazed. When the medical team left, Hong Weiguo sat down on the sofa and blanked out for a while. Then, he suddenly broke out in laughter. "Hahaha. It's Dali. It's definitely that little brat Dali who did this! Aiya, I have a good son. He may be somewhat of a prodigal, but he has done well. He has done well!"
After he finished speaking, he pursed his lips. "Now, if Ruoxi could recover from her ailments too…"
Before he even finished his sentence, the phone rang. It was Lan Ruoxi on the line. "Weiguo! Something happened! Something big happened!"
"What happened?" Judging from Lan Ruoxi's voice, it did not sound like anything bad had happened. Hong Weiguo asked, "What happened to get you so worked up?"
"My gastric problem is gone!" Lan Ruoxi's voice was full of amazement. "It just went away without rhyme or reason. I have no idea what happened. Earlier, I suddenly felt great all over and my stomach did not hurt anymore. At first, I was worried that something bad might have happened, so I got a full body checkup done. All the little issues plaguing me have disappeared! I feel wonderful all over now!"
"You have recovered too?!" Hong Weiguo's eyes widened. "Me too!"
"Ah?!" Lan Ruoxi exclaimed. "Really? You are at the Door To Heaven? I am here too. Wait for me, I will go over to you now!" She then hung up.
Half an hour later.
"Weiguo, you mean…" Lan Ruoxi looked around. Seeing that there was no one around, she said softly, "This is all because of Dali? Our little prodigal?"
"Yes. I realized that ever since he bought Ye Lai Xiang, my health has improved." Hong Weiguo then continued in a low voice, "Do you remember the time when you saw his thing, and it had become almost normal? We even wanted to ask him to get married quickly?"
"I remember, I remember!" Lan Ruoxi was an intelligent person. She immediately understood what Hong Weiguo was trying to tell her. "What you mean is, our little prodigal has gotten God's blessings?"
"I guess so. I think that his body has gotten better because of his squandering," said Hong Weiguo, smiling. "That's why I have never stopped him from buying anything. Money can be earned, but people cannot be replaced."
"That's true." Lan Ruoxi's eyes reddened. "Our little prodigal is really filial. He thinks of us when there are benefits to be had. We have not doted on him in vain, haha!"
"I think we have to call him a big prodigal now…" Hong Weiguo chuckled. "The little brat bought two aircraft carriers a few days ago. You were busy these few days, I think you have not heard about it?"
"What?!" Lan Ruoxi gaped. "The little brat Dali is buying aircraft carriers nowadays?"
Birds of the same feather flock together, or rather, the son takes after the mother. Lan Ruoxi was not angry at all. She just laughed. "This big prodigal is getting more and more generous! I like it! Anyway, all the miscellaneous things he has invested in are all earning money. Let him spend if he wants to. Let's not stop him."
As she talked, Lan Ruoxi's eyes lit up. "Two aircraft carriers! The little brat is really daring. If it were me, I would not dare to spend like that! However, come to think of it, it's actually quite interesting. Yes, when the aircraft carriers arrive, I will bring my friends there. Maybe have a party. I will not invite anyone with a family fortune of less than a hundred million, so as to not lower the exclusivity of the event!"
PU—!!
Hong Weiguo choked on his drink and coughed it out all over. As he coughed, he laughingly said, "You, you're a mother! However, it's a good idea. When the aircraft carriers arrive, we shall go take a look and admire them. It could then turn into an extravaganza if we held a gathering or something."
"That'll do. It's decided, then!" Lan Ruoxi was definitely in a good mood today. She was very satisfied with Hong Dali's purchase of the two aircraft carriers. "When the two aircraft carriers are transported here, I will contact my friends. Oh, oh, if there are any suitable young ladies, reserve them for Dali?"
"This…" Although Hong Weiguo wanted grandchildren too, he was quick to interrupt. "I think Muxin has some feelings for Dali now. We better not try to fix something that's working and let nature take its course."
"Alright. It's such a shame…" Lan Ruoxi licked her lips, feeling a little disappointed. "I wish to have grandchildren soon…"


"I have to squander; otherwise, won't it be a waste of my parent's talent at earning money?" Hong Dali answers a reporter's question matter-of-factly. 

Just after the interview ends, Hong Dali opens the Great Prodigal System's interface and looks at the various good stuff displayed in it. Stroking his chin, he mumbles to himself, "I just need to squander 200 billion yuan more to exchange for the blueprint of the core technology, Engine Destruction, found in the strongest humanoid mecha weapon, Neo Granzon. Looks like I'll have to work harder!"

"I want to splurge! I want to squander!"


Aboard the spiritual flagship of the Starfall Mountain sect, Han De was feeling intense delight and intense worry at the same time. He was delighted because the steamed buns he was eating right now were the best things he had ever eaten, ever. And he was deeply worried, because the person who made these buns was the woman his mother brought him.

The immortal chef with white hair and pink eyes was named Meng Xue. Han De's mother had put her aboard the flagship even before Han De and his disciples. Long Xiu was one step ahead of her son and didn't give him a chance to respond.

'I can't believe it, this is just a normal steamed bun, how can it taste so good? Yesterday's dishes can't even come close to these simple-looking buns.'

'Shit, this woman 100% has some siblings or love interests that will ask for revenge down the line.'

Han De was afraid to dig deeper into this woman's background. It was an affair that involved his mother, which meant that the best-case scenario for his sanity was getting stonewalled by her.


[Steamed Bun]
[A Steamed Bun made with extremely low-quality spiritual ingredients.]


'Yes, yes, you are the best, everything else is the worst. I get it you chuuni demon.'

The Systems description was exactly as Han De had expected. He couldn't even roll his eyes at it anymore.

<Peng.>

<Yes, Elder De.>

<Make sure everyone shows proper respect to… Meng something-whatever. The immortal chef. Don't disturb her, don't get in her way. Give her all the resources she needs except for anything poisonous. Her starter pay will be ten times higher than an exceptional immortal chef would get. Oh, if some unruly types bother her, handle it.>

<... Y-Yes, Elder De!>

'This way, when someone comes for her, I can alleviate some of the problems by pointing towards the good treatment she received. Mother will also be ecstatic with me taking care of her, and will leave the issue alone for the time being. Two birds with one stone.'

Han De took another small bite out of his steamed bun. Not because he was minding his table manners, but because he genuinely wanted to savor them for as long as possible. Across the table, his disciples were also doing the same thing, but for a different reason. All three were eating the buns with exceptionally refined movements.

Yesterday, it was hard for Han De to enjoy the meal to the fullest. His three disciples seemed to have entered an unspoken contest of table manners. Ning Bi was the youngest, but it seems her parents had drilled court etiquette deep into her soul. Once she saw the effortless elegance of Jin Shu, she became incredibly graceful as if someone flipped a switch inside her.

At first, Han De thought Yao Qing would be beyond such matters, but he realized how foolish that thought was after a single glance. Next to her, Ning Bi and Jin Shu looked like children playing house. Thankfully, Han De was aiming to become a Hidden Expert, he could ignore these matters entirely. Despite that, he ended up eating yesterday's red braised 'meat' incredibly slowly due to status checking every bite.

Right now, Yao Qing was barely paying attention to the steamed buns. Her movements were on autopilot while she was thinking about yesterday's events. She thought she was going insane back then, but after many hours the initial shock wore off. She was still a mess inside, but at least now she was a functioning mess.

'How can anyone still have the Divine Phoenix bloodline?! Didn't 'they' say the last Divine Phoenix died along with the primordial era?! Even a speck of its blood would be impossible to hide! And why is that horrifying bloodline called Lifebringer?!'

Upon hearing the description of her power, Jin Shu, with the permission of her master, immediately tried it on the spot. The blade of grass she touched suddenly bloomed a purple flower with 32 uneven petals and started secreting drops of pink fluid. According to their master, those drops of pink and viscous liquid were mostly made of sugar.

Another blade of grass Jin Shu touched started emitting a chiming sound along with a faint white glow. Their master immediately sealed the newly created spiritual herb into a box with a strange expression.

'If the initial power is this potent, what would happen if she awakens it...'

Yao Qing didn't want to think about it. She steered her thoughts to her own bloodline. The Indomitable Tyrant. Its ability allowed her to bend all lightning to her will. When she asked what type of lightning she could control, her master only repeated himself. "All Lightning."

She tentatively asked her master again about the meaning of 'All Lightning', but her master looked her right in the eye, and slowly repeated himself. "All. Lightning."

'None of it makes any sense. Even the awakening requirements don't make any sense. Flames of the previous cycle? A seed of the previous cycle? What could they even be?!'

Maybe these things had different names in the current era, but she couldn't go to the Grand Path Library and do some in-depth research with her current cultivation. She suspected that even if she had her previous cultivation, the librarians would just laugh at her face. She couldn't alert 'them' either.

Her own requirement also had her stumped. She had to absorb a Heavenly Tribulation lightning strike that was beyond her wildest imaginations. She had seen a lot and lived through a lot, her imagination was rather strong compared to others, but her master reiterated before she could even ask for clarification. "Far, far beyond your wildest imaginations or dreams. Far beyond anything in written history. Far beyond the pitiful confines of the 'immortal' minds." When she stared blankly, her master chuckled. "When you are ready, I will help you."

Yao Qing returned to reality. She looked at her oblivious sisters, she looked at her master who was leisurely eating the simple steamed bun with great delight. This was her life now. This was the new normal. Her pride in her previous 'life' was meaningless. It was only holding her back in this one. Yao Qing felt her mind instantly became lighter. She knew that this was the beginning of her new path.

Han De finished the last bite. He wished he could just order a few thousand of these steamed buns and store them. Some Hidden Experts would excessively drink and become Drunk Experts. Their alcoholic behavior would become an integral part of their image. Perhaps Han De could become a Steamed Bun Expert. He could take out a steamed bun at random and eat it.

'...'

Han De decided not to become a Fat Expert. He didn't have any childhood MC friends, so his survival rate would be way too low if he suddenly became fat.

A spiritual sense interrupted his thoughts. He accepted the conversation request.

<Peng.>

<Elder De, I apologize for the interruption. There is someone named Xin Qiang asking for an audience. She even preemptively sealed her cultivation, it involved news about Xiao Lan and some other information that is for your ears only, or so she claims. The head cleared her and she is brin->

"Little De! Look what I found while walking around!"

Han De cut off the conversation with Old Peng after hearing his mother's voice. He had a deep impression of Xiao Lan, the lady that kept talking and talking and talking once she was stressed. She had caused him a lot of trouble, but the cultivation idiot had hurt her previously, so he decided that they were fair and square. Hearing and remembering her name was an annoyance to Han De.

'Who the hell is Xin Qiang?'

While he was thinking that, a stupidly gorgeous woman that was previously behind his mother, took a step to the side and revealed herself. It was impossible to forget this woman that once eyed his disciple. A frown immediately appeared on Han De's face. He had once specifically threatened her to not get close to Ning Bi.

'Damn, did you think those Transcendent freaks were just for show? F#$%! What the hell is wrong with this Blazing Sun family?!'

The frown in Han De's face was getting deeper. Xin Qiang averted her gaze by looking down. Long Xiu interrupted before anyone could say anything.

"I see you remember her well. That's good! It seems she had an interesting time. You should take the time and listen to her! I arranged some nearby quarters for her to stay. Little ladies, come, let's leave your master and his guests alone!"

Long Xiu gestured to Ning Bi and others to follow her with a smile. Han De immediately interrupted her in panic.

"Wait! They will not go anywhere, especially Ning Bi!"

<Mother, for reasons I can't explain, Ning Bi has to stay close to me at all times. This is vital!>

His mother looked at Han De and his disciples in confusion. Han De interrupted her once he realized gears had started turning in her head. It wasn't good to let her get carried away in a situation like this.

<Besides, it is better if you can stay here too.>

Seeing Han De look at Xin Qiang with a corner of his eye, his mother thought about it for a while. Then she nodded. Han De suppressed his sigh of relief.

Xin Qiang watched the mother and son come into an agreement. She decided this was the best time for her and deeply bowed.

"Elder Han De, please allow me to apologize for my previous behavior. I was foolish, and deserve punishment. Please accept my humble gifts. I hope the Xin family and the Starfall Mountain sect can continue their partnership."

Upon hearing Xin Qiang's words, Long Xiu stared at her son. Didn't her son once adamantly denied making a deal with the Blazing Sun family? She had asked him over and over again but he refused to admit it! Back then, she had questioned Ning Bi and determined she wasn't a member of the Blazing Sun family. Was there someone else? Did her son really lie to her?!

Han De could feel the gaze of his mother at his back. Xin Qiang claiming that they had a previous partnership was beyond his expectations. This damn Blazing Sun family was way too troublesome. What kind of person would lie about something like that?!

"What partnership? As I recall, my only dealing with your family was warning you not to get close to my disciple. A warning that you have spectacularly ignored…"

Long Xiu's gaze turned odd. Xin Qiang looked at Han De blankly. Wu Fu, the white-haired walking encyclopedia that everyone ignored, had an odd look. After a moment his eyes started shining brightly as he was thinking about the strange turn of events.

'So that was the case. This isn't a denial of the previous efforts, Long Xiu wouldn't be surprised otherwise. His disciple's reaction is also consistent. Their relationship wasn't just damaged, but they had no relationship at all.'

Xin Qiang already knew her objective wouldn't be achieved so easily. She grabbed the scroll case she hid under her robes before she sealed her cultivation.

"Elder Han De, these are the locations and the properties of the weak points, before and after the disturbance. The validity of these weak points can be confirmed by Elder Wu Fu, the chief advisor of the Sun Empire."

She glanced at Wu Fu that was smiling at her and continued by taking out a jade-slip case.

"I also acquired a scripture that I'm sure you would be very interested in."

Treebeard appeared out of nowhere and prevented Xin Qiang from getting close to Han De. He took the scroll case and the jade-slip case and brought them to his young master.

Han De could barely keep his face from reflecting the immense joy he was feeling. This was a moment that he has been looking forward to for a long time! A genuine face slapping opportunity! As soon as his hands touched the jade-slip case, he checked it with the system.


[Immortal Sentinel Scripture (incomplete)]
-------------------------------------------
[Power: Very Weak]
[Accuracy: Very Low]
[Defense: Very Weak]

[Medium: Stars]

[Stage: Qi Condensation (71%), Nascent Soul (99%)]
[Roots: 67% Light]

[Notes: Divination scripture. Requires 39 Profound Point(s) to learn.]


'Shit, 39? I was going to look for the standard divination scripture but kept forgetting about it. This is pretty good timing!'

The sect's standard divination scripture was probably 'Extremely Weak' and probably cost around 1 or 2 points according to his estimates. This was the second most expensive method he had seen, the first one being the Cosmic Destruction Scripture of Ning Bi.

Han De learned it without hesitation. It wasn't every day he would see a 'Very Weak' method. Aside from the Blazing Sun Scripture, he hadn't seen a single one in the sect Archives. At this point, Han De would even learn a bottom cleansing scripture if the System deemed it 'Very Weak'.


[Immortal Sentinel Scripture requires 12 Utility Method Fragments to fully complete it. Partial completion not possible]

[Immortal Sentinel Scripture (Mortal)]
-------------------------------------------
[Power: Very Weak]
[Accuracy: Very Low]
[Defense: Very Weak]

[Medium: Stars]

[Mastery: Beginner (0/48)]


[Profound Points: 502 -> 451 ]


Now, it was face slapping time. In a moment, he was going to sneer and throw the jade-slip case away and claim that he already knew the method. Once she denied the possibility, he was going to demonstrate his knowledge by citing the most obscure parts of the scripture in an incredibly dry fashion. It was two birds with one stone!

Xin Qiang spoke with confidence while Han De was calculating the precise timing.

"I found this scripture in an ancient tomb. It is a very rare light element divination scripture."

*Crack*

The jade-slip case in Han De's hands cracked, then it turned to dust, then into nothingness. If he had blinked, he would've missed it.

Long Xiu's aura started leaking. Han De looked up and saw the fury in his mother's eyes. His mother's mind moved in mysterious ways. Just from that one sentence alone, there could've been dozens of things that might've pissed her off. Han De went through his mental checklist to quickly figure out the reason.

There were several hits, but the most likely culprit was divination, which was why he thought his assessment was wrong. How could it be something simple like that?

The cultivation idiot never paid attention to divination, and considered it a parlor trick at best. His mother, father, and even grandfather never cared for it as well. In fact, there was not a single person that practiced divination in the entire Han family. There was even a memory of his father almost killing a master of another sect for trying to divine the cultivation idiot's fate. That was the only memory of his father almost losing control. The cultivation idiot never saw or heard of that sect again.

'Wait, hold up. This is a bit too much of a coincidence. Sh*t! Why didn't I notice this before?!'

What would a Xianxia MC do?

Seriously, what would they do? Asking for a friend.

Back at the Bright Clan, the elders waited for the younger generation to wake up from their meditation. Most of them would wake up after half an hour, with the talented ones staying an entire day. 

In the Bright Scripture, as long as one had high comprehension, knowledge kept appearing, and the trance continued. It expelled someone back to reality when he failed to understand something essential within a time limit.

The knowledge didn't progress enough and stagnated at some point, becoming a waste of time. On the bright side, it made clear which participant had greater comprehension. After half a day, only Ming Qiu, Ming Bo, Ming Lan, and Ming Ren still meditated.

"As we thought," elder Ming Zan said, "Except for Ming Ren, didn't he stay the entire day last time too?"

The patriarch nodded, "As expected from Yu Ming's and Ming Shi's son. It's a pity his cultivation talent is terrible."

All the elders nodded. No matter how smart you are, achievements were limited without high cultivation. After a few hours, Ming Bo and Ming Lan woke up at the same time. After an entire day, Ming Qiu woke up. The elders greeted him with smiles. Yet none of them harvested anything special from the scripture.

"Sigh, a waste of time. I don't understand why the patriarch wants to keep this trad… uh?" Ming Zan noticed Ming Ren was still there, "...Patriarch!"

The bright patriarch immediately fixed his gaze on the remaining youth and worry flashed all over his face. The elders were astounded, no one lasted more than a day inside the scripture before.

"Patriarch…?" One of the oldest elders also looked worried. The others noticed but didn't know why. Wasn't it a matter of time before he woke up?

"...Call Yu Ming here." The patriarch examined Ming Ren's body, and Ming Zan went to call his mother.

"Is it...?" The oldest elder from before asked the patriarch, and he nodded, "Heavens!"

Soon Yu Ming came over, her body swaying with worry, "Patriarch, you called for me?"

"Ren didn't wake up from the scripture."

"Oh, but he will soon, right...? I mean, everyone else has…" Worry overcame Yu Ming.

"He... might not wake up."

Yu Ming almost passed out.

The oldest elder explained, "It happened a long time ago..."

"W-what happened?" Yu Ming mustered the strength to ask. The elder only shook the head.

"Ren, Ren!!!" Yu Ming kneeled, hugging her son. Ming Ren looked like a living doll, devoid of all responses. She wept and looked at the patriarch in fury. Her thoughts were obvious: everyone recognized the scripture as nearly useless. If it was dangerous, why would the patriarch force the younger generation to go? Why did her son have to suffer this fate?

The patriarch stayed silent, enduring the stares. He vowed to carry the clan's tradition, a tradition taught only to the next patriarch. If he died before choosing the next head, the scripture passed it on. At this moment, with this mother's tears, he completely felt the weight of the burden on his shoulders.

*

In the scripture, Ming Ren finally woke up back at the library. He sighed in relief as the familiar sight of books came into view, eyes shining with passion. The youth already forgot experiencing "death" before. Books on formations, pills, acupuncture, medicine, cultivation, and more popped up. 

All basic, but last time he only browsed through some of them. This time, his reading speed increased a lot!

Ming Ren's senses dulled for time. No matter how long it passed, for him, it was only a few minutes. He read without stopping until the last book ended, almost as if afraid the world itself would end. He felt no need to eat, sleep, or even breathe. A paradise for bookworms.

With a smile after reading all books, the youth expected to go back to the inner courtyard of the clan right away, but things changed. Once again, he felt the bright light take away his consciousness and woke up at another battlefield, a beautiful land with a lot of green and marvelous constructions, somewhat similar to his Bright Clan but on a much grander scale. 

Ming Ren saw nothing like it before, not even on the storybooks he loved to read, as if that place was the dwelling of the Gods themselves.

Blood and despair soon covered the beautiful scenery as several armies of cultivators crossed blades and killed each other. On one side, people fought with familiar techniques, the arts of the Bright Clan, except more powerful and advanced than even the patriarch. 

On the other side, several clans attacked. A chaotic battle took place, and after great loss of life, the winners expelled the familiar clan from their ancestral land. Their Heaven Chosen or high-ranking members died. The survivors were allowed to go, leaving behind treasures, resources, and relics. Their heads hung down in shame.

Ming Ren noticed a familiar sight on the body of an elder, the Bright Scripture. It had no aura nor the appearance of a treasure, and could even blend with the bodies of the clan members. Ming Ren had the final confirmation this was his Bright Clan!

They expelled the Bright Clan from the Upper Realms, only the Bright Scripture as a legacy. Shame welled up in his throat, followed by a burning rage that wanted to blaze through the skies. Ming Ren felt his bloodline stirring up inside and everything went bright again. He was back in a different room, with many advanced books this time. 

Ming Ren's eyes shone with excitement. Forgetting about the shame of his clan, he threw himself on the books before his time ended, looking like a madman, a book-reading lunatic.

"... When cultivating the Divine Dragon Tyrannical Body, one must not circulate Qi through his third acupoint…"

"... When setting up a One Thousand Lightning Array, one must not use a type three runic flag as the center…"

"... When there is Qi deviation during the breakthrough to the Spirit Gate Realm, because of excessive Yin energy in a primarily Yin body, Sage Grass can counter the effects…"

The more he read, the more it fascinated him!

Time became a nonexistent notion to the young scholar. Once more his consciousness faded as he finished all books, and he went to another battlefield, on a smaller scale. This repeated itself over and over.

**

On the Bright Clan, many weeks passed with the boy in slumber. The patriarch kept sighing, unable to do anything. Yu Ming sent word to her husband Ming Shi, but without answer could only weep alone. She considered bringing Ming Ren to the Jade Clan but thought they would still be in the same situation. 

The patriarch invited many experts and medicine masters to cure Ming Ren, without luck. They all had similar answers. The young man's soul was gone, only the empty shell of his body still stood there. Not even heavenly spirit herbs could help him. What could bring back a soul?

Yu Ming didn't give up. Ming Ren didn't eat but his body grew no weaker as if it had stopped in time. She became depressed, her body weakened. Ming Qiu became a cultivation madman, thinking he could help if he was stronger. In the Dao, the answer was always above. Ming Bo and Ming Lan also progressed by leaps and bounds.

An event shocked the Bright Clan one day. When news of Ming Ren's slumber reached the other clans, the patriarchs of the White and Cloud clans visited with a few experts and their prodigies, Bai Xun and Yun Shufen. Geniuses with a bright future, unexpectedly friends of talentless Ming Ren!

Bai Xun wept loudly, his brotherhood inspiring many. The white patriarch had to drag him away as he didn't want to leave his brother behind. He vowed to save him, even if he had to tear the Heavens apart. 

Yun Shufen didn't weep the same way. She clasped hands, wishing for his return in silence. Unlike Bai Xun, she didn't lose herself or cry in front of others. She left right away but cried alone many times after that.

The storm was yet to come for the Bright Clan.

***

Ming Ren lost count of how many books he read. The flashbacks continued to appear, with something in common: they always followed a member of the Bright Clan. A clan with ancient history on the Upper Realms. 

As he waited for the next batch of books, thousands of cultivation laws appeared, and he had to cultivate each one and experience their flaws to progress. His constitution adapted to the law, and once he cultivated one to its apex, his entire cultivation reset.

Body Tempering laws, Spirit Sea laws, Spirit Gate laws, Heavenly Palace laws, Immortal laws. His resources were limitless, and he never had so much fun before. The same happened with formations, pills, and everything else. He could only advance by experiencing and learning. 

Finally, he landed in a room full of arts. At that point, the flashbacks changed into real battlegrounds. Ming Ren fought his way through many battles and enemies, from humans to other races. Reaching one last room, a single art was written in a stone scripture.
 
The [Divine Bright Eyes].
 
A thousand needles pierced his eyes every time he cultivated the art. The pain only grew stronger with time. He exhausted every other way trying to leave but had no choice except to endure the pain to pass the trial. How long did it take? How many years? How much did he suffer?

Without a sense of time, he couldn't know. He might have gone crazy if he knew. At last, once he mastered the technique, a bright and dazzling light erupted from his eyes as if it could see through every secret in the world. As if his eyes contained the mysteries of the Heavenly Dao, the myriad of miracles, the soul of all living things.

The secret realm opened itself to him, clarifying its purpose. The Bright Scripture would train the bright immortal, the one who would bring the Bright Clan back to the Upper Realms and to the peak of the Heavens. And it chose him. 

With purpose fulfilled, Ming Ren's consciousness went back to his body.

But the Bright Clan left behind was not the same he came back to.

Cultivation ruled everything in this world.
Humans and other species could sense the Qi of Heaven and Earth and break the barriers of mortality. They molded their mortal bodies through cultivation, gaining immense power and vitality. 
All to reach the realm of immortals.
Billions strived from an early age to reach the Heavens and yet only a small part could cultivate. Cultivators, true gods among men and symbols of power and prestige, often treated common mortals as livestock or servants. As time passed and society adapted, a group of supreme beings enforced honor and justice. Cultivators no longer trampled mortals with ease, but they didn't always respect the rules. Absolute strength tore rules apart without effort, and clans and sects stood at the peak of power.
With many worlds, countless territories, and beings, humans were often mistaken as the weakest species. Traveling between worlds was difficult, but the realms contained mysterious ways and arts.
Ming Ren was born in the Bright Clan but deemed an untalented cultivator. However, his curiosity was unsurpassed under the heavens! Determined to uncover the path to the True Heavenly Dao and armed with an indomitable spirit and powerful companions, will he be able to surpass the gods and protect everything he cares about?

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I have a basic plan of what I am going to do before the beginning of plot
I will steal the Jade Pendant from Chen Xi immediately after his grandfather dies . The Longevity Lock in which the pendant is encased within is absorbing his Spirit Qi thus stopping him from advancing his cultivation , So after he becomes able to cultivate after giving me the pendant he won't find it odd.
I will save his brother after his grandfather father dies and request the Jade pandent as compensation for saving his brother then he will trust me more be useful to my later plans.
For now I must get my cultivation realm to the peak of Congenital realm and cultivate my soul to Immortal sense so that I can erase the mark Zouqui Xue placed from the Longevity Lock .
The rest of my time can trying to master Talismans while rank to Talisman Formation Grand Master and learning Dao insights . I also ask my father to teach me artifacts refinement , He would instantly agree after seeing my Soul Talent.
I also have to cultivate Peerless Heavenly Scripture to Minor Completion so that it can Hide my Dao insights from every one even the Way of Heavens with it I can Practice the Terminus Dao insight from the Netherworld Register left behind by previous Netherworld Emperor.
Terminus Dao insights is one of the most OP Daos in the whole world but due it's user being targeted by everyone including God's and Devil's Chen Xi started using it too late in the Canon but with the help of Peerless Heavenly Scripture and Decivers Vile I don't have to worry about that problem.
I must master certain attack techniques like Myriad Convergence Sword Scripture which will be available if I just ask my father and Dimensional Shift from Dragon Marked War God it was available at 1000 Void Points in the shop it will be useful even after reaching Immortal King realm it is like Obito's Kamui when cultivated to the highest level .

So here I am standing before the door behind which is the throne room waiting for father to exit the room. The Door opens and father walks out , without wasting any time I immediately run towards him saying " Father,  please teach me how to refine artifacts ".
He frowns while replying " No son , your soul must at least be at the level of Spiritual Perception to get started but you are still far from it you can develop when you become a Golden Hall realm cultivator". 
I show off my Soul strength while saying " Look father but I already have Spiritual Perception according to the books I read in the library".
Huangfu Zhongling shows an astonished expression while saying " It seems you are a prodigy of Souls we can start your trianing when you are 10 year old till then you have to get used drawing Talismans and practice Dao insights ".
" Father I heard that Myriad Convergence Sword Scripture is the strongest technique throughout all Dynasties in the Continent can you tech it to me " I say while making a puppy eye look.
" Alright son but if you have no progress in the technique by the time you are 10 year old then you must give up on it and follow my direction like you big sister " say Father while clearly have an expression of indulging in my desires.
" Thank you Father ! " I exclaim as I jump into his arms to express my excitement while thinking that he has no idea about the kind of cheat I am.

Wen Tian an Otaku after his death got a chance to obtain the four Supreme Forces and decides to live his life as he pleases

With a scream still reverberating through the forest I race to the campsite, fully expecting that a certain birdbrain got hungry and deserted her post to hunt, leaving the unconscious Kiera at the mercy of some roaming beast. Contrary to my expectation, said birdbrain is staring at the lying form of Kiera with perplexity, her beak almost touching Kiera's freshly unconscious face.
"Chiia… don't tell me you've been looking at her like that this entire time…"
"Kuuu~~!"
She shakes her tail a little at that, evidently quite proud of her studious nature, while I don't even bother to stifle a sigh at her actions.
"Chiia, you scared the poor woman so much that she fainted. How would you feel if you woke up and a giant beast was right above you, staring you in the eye?"
"... Wait, don't answer that. You'd probably thank them for delivering *cough* being *cough* breakfast."
"Anyway, I'll watch over Kiera, could you hunt something for us to all eat? By the way, that white horse over there is off limits."
"Ku~."
…
Contrary to some of the memories I've seen, setting up camp is surprisingly easy. I cleared the area by absorbing all the biomass around, felled a few trees by eroding their bases with chimeric cells, and snapped off all the branches by hand before tossing the trees around to make a bench. Set up the tent, draw some water with a gravity field, add a little fire magic, and you have a perfect camp in under ten minutes. Really, I fail to see why humans make such a big deal of it.
A few minutes later, Chiia returns with a deer in her beak, and I start roasting some cuts for sleeping beauty over here. To avoid traumatizing our princess (again), I ask Chiia to shrink down a bit, and after resisting the power of her upturned eyes and a "kweeh~~..." she finally assents.
It takes a solid ten minutes more, but Kiera finally starts to awaken, her eyes fluttering open as she gazes dazedly at the forest canopy.
"Whaa… Where am I…"
"Good morning sleeping beauty, I carried you away from where everyone fought and brought you to my camp. How are your wounds?"
"My wounds? They're… fine, I *ow* think… But Del, I had this horrible nightmare… There was this giant bird monster right above my face, just staring at me… I thought I was gonna be eaten!"
"Oh… you mean this old bird-monster?" I say with a grin, point at Chiia. She picks up her head and gives me a deathglare, probably for the little "old" bit I slipped in there.
"HWAAAAUUU!!!!"
It takes Kiera no time at all to lose her dignified demeanor and cling onto my arm, hiding behind my back and trying to make sure I stay between her and the fearsome predator.
Yes, the very same fearsome predator that just came up and rubbed her head on my chest while going "kukuu~~~~".
"Haha, Kiera, that's Chiia, my familiar. Sorry for her scaring you like that, she's too curious for her own good."
…
It's night now, and the two of us are sitting in the light of the campfire, serenaded by crickets and the gentle snoring of a certain rainbow-colored chicken. 
Kiera stayed a bit skittish around Chiia for a while, but that all changed when she shrunk to shoulder-size before bed. At that point, it was Chiia who was frightened by Kiera's attempted murder, er, attempted hugging to the point of suffocation.
Once she calmed down, we got to talking about ourselves. Of course, that was off to a rocky start with the day's events, but she started to open up after regaling her with some of Carlton boy's more innocent exploits. Granted, that came at the price of me only reinforcing the "prodigal son" image I so proudly proclaimed earlier, but on the other hand, it's quite a good disguise. Unless you're a thief, there's no need to pay attention to someone with loads of money and the defining personality traits of hedonistic, unambitious, and being completely useless.
After finally evoking a laugh from her tender lips, a strangely serious look comes over her face, and she hesitates a moment before opening her mouth.
"Del… Why did you save me, really?"
"Heh, isn't it obvious? I'm a prodigal son, and you're an attractive woman. What else was I supposed to do?"
"Don't give me that!!!" she shouts, tears suddenly in her eyes, "How can some little wastrel be so powerful, and me, who's trained under the church for a decade, am so weak?!?! I couldn't even save one of them! Not even one! And somehow you're strong enough to just race over and jump in, sweeping it all away!"
It's at that moment that the memories of the bandit I assimilated back in the ruin floods into my mind. He was just one soldier on break, against a hoard of bandits, and he couldn't even protect his own wife and daughter. Two broken bodies tossed away like used trash, a burning shack, and fire… The flames burnt away all the good in his life.
Emotions course through my body, and I can't help but clench my fists, much less the tear on my cheek. Even though they're not my own emotions, just human feelings, why…
I see now. This is what it means to be weak. This is how she's feeling.
"Kiera… Even a prodigal son has things he wants to protect. Had, at least. So I became strong, and I'll become stronger still, because I never want the people I care about to be hurt again."
She seems shocked by my sudden outburst, but the words pour out, like the memories I've stolen away have a will of their own.
"Look, I know how you're feeling. Scared. Powerless. But most of all, angry, because it feels like that's the only way you can move forward. Why did the world make you meet that Demon? Why weren't you strong enough? Why does someone like me wield power I don't deserve? And that anger gives you the strength to keep going."
"Kiera, I won't tell you to let go of your anger. That'd only leave you empty. But as I see it, you have two choices-- anyone in your position does. You can use that anger to give yourself a push, force you to grow stronger and become the person you know you are. The other option… is to break. To become the very thing that made you angry in the first place, and absolve yourself of it. Everyone wants that first choice, but most fall into the second one without even realizing that they've changed."
 "I knew a man like that once… He was a soldier, returning from war, only to lose his wife and daughter to bandits in the worst way. He couldn't save them, and it haunted him to his death. To escape the nightmare, he became a bandit himself, performed the same acts countless times, all to replace the two figures haunting him in that burning house with someone, anyone but his wife and daughter."
With that, the memories are assuaged, but I can't end it like that. I've meddled in her life at whim enough, and maybe, just maybe, she wasn't the only one to learn from what I've said.
"So, Kiera… Travel with me for a while. I can't promise it'll be glorious, I can't promise it'll be safe, but I'm absolutely certain it'll be interesting. We'll keep each other on that first choice, help each other grow, and we'll absolutely become better people by the time we're done."
Maybe she wasn't listening to all that I said, maybe had already given up inside, but the moment I stopped speaking she buried her head in my chest, sobbing. Crying, wailing, all manners of sorrow for almost an hour, and as she finally wiped her tears, she looked up to meet my eyes.
"Del… Promise?"
She looked at me expectantly, her eyes shimmering in the moonlight as she held out her left hand, pointing her ring finger towards me. I'm confused for a moment, sifting through the memories until…
"Kiera… Shouldn't a pinky promise be with the last finge-"
"This is a custom where I come from, for serious promises, okay??"
Even though she normally looks older than me, I can't help but see her as a pouting child at this moment. With a smile on my face I indulge her, straining my finger out to curl around hers as they shake.
…
She calmed down after that, and as we watched the fire die down together, we both retired to the tent. I didn't need sleep in the traditional sense, but it seemed to evade her, and after lying awake for a while, her hand crept the distance between our sleeping rolls.
I rolled to the side, my eyes meeting hers for a moment before I broke out in a smile, sliding my hand next to hers. She hesitated and blushed before clasping my hand, and minutes later, gentle snores racked the tent.

Note: I've just started a new (very demanding) job, so I've had to put my writing on hold until I get my life in order. Be it weeks or months, look forward to the continuation of Nemeya's antics, Kiera's derpy-ness, and Del's terminal case of badassery. Sorry for the delay!

Del is an artificial life-form created on the eve of thermonuclear war, a biological superweapon designed to annihilate- and recreate- all human life. However, before Del and its “siblings" could be unleashed, their creator is mysteriously killed, putting them in hibernation for over a millennia. One day, a young woman flees into ancient ruins to escape a bandit, breaking a strange crystalline sphere and releasing Del into this new world. With the power to absorb, manipulate, and imitate all biological life, Del must survive in a world where magic and demons are very real, where the power of an individual can surpass entire countries. Given no directive but knowing its original purpose, Del decides to evaluate if humanity truly is what its creator saw it for. Thus, in the pursuit of becoming “human”, it fuses the personalities and memories of fallen humans into its own mind, trying to understand the actions and reasons of tyrants and saints alike. Before it knows it, Del has been established as a “he”, led around by his companions as they explore and influence society in a time of great upheaval. Throughout this journey, Del learns to experience the ups and downs of life; he falls in love (more than once, to the chagrin of his first wife), kills to protect, laughs and cries with his companions, indulges in debauchery, and even struggles to raise his own children. By now, Del’s already forget his original purpose, but all that changes when the Church brands him a heretical existence for the crime of being created by a mortal. To protect all those he cares about, and to end the age-old race wars kindled by the Gods, how far is he willing to go? But the Gods have a secret of their own: we aren't alone in this universe.

New chapter every day or two, depending on popularity!

Authors Note:
If you asked me what genre this story predominantly is, I'd answer “adventurer’s romantic-comedy” without another thought. There are tense, dark moments to be sure, and terrible things to happen, but the silly and shenanigans are never far behind. I’m hoping to write a book that keeps you glued to it, but not so much that you forget to laugh.

Disclaimer: This story contains graphic sex scenes and explores very real issues such as tyranny, racism, rape, torture, and genocide.

Genres: Adventure, Comedy, Echhi, Fantasy, Harem, Horror, Psychological, Romance

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