The love an innocent woman searches for, realises it's herself, she is the true love of her.

A lone man stumbling his way through the cultivation of the reading dao.

Here I am recommending books I which already read or which I am reading at the moment.

You are invited to recommend books in the comments. If I like them I will recommend them in a own chapter and write the name of the one who recommended them to me in the second line after the author.

For some reason, when it’s my shift in the library, he was always there.

Sometimes he borrowed books, sometimes he may have done some research. But soon, the library became his den when it comes to flirting…

If I didn’t cough and interrupt, he might have even made out with a woman between the shelves. 

At that time, he noticed me. And soon, pestered me. Befriended me. Cared for me. Everything soon escalated that I couldn’t ignore him anymore.

But nothing more than that happened. A Confession? Why would a Love Affair? None.
We just parted ways without saying anything. Everything became a precious memory of our youths for us to reminisce. 

Until 10 years later… Our paths accidentally crossed. 

He was now successful, someone whom you could consider as a winner in life, but he never changed at all. I still observed him from afar. Yet, why was it that whenever he was in trouble, he always came to me, seeking my help?

One silly and a helpless man had a bitter smile on his face as he thought, ‘Are there any more excuses that I could use?’

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The fluorescent light of the computer was shining upon Pi's face, and its clip-on glasses were glowing from the metal, made of an unknown material.
It lightly pressed on the keys one after another on the keyboard, out of fear of disturbing the other's rest. Since its typing speed couldn't keep up with the speed of its thinking, the progress of its writing had inevitably been slowed down. But it had no other choice. 
In the dead of night, even the fan sound from the laptop was particularly harsh. From time to time, Pi tilted its head to look around the bedroom and see if it had disturbed Zhang Zian or the other elves.
After Zhang Zian and Snowy Lionet finished their argument, silence returned to the room. Because of its night blindness, Richard, who had always been nosey, couldn't participate in their conversation. 
Old Time Tea always slept soundly, like it could stay asleep even if Mount Tai were to collapse over its head. 
Galaxy looked at Pi once and closed its eyes again, lying in the crib safely and covered by the soft moonlight.
Pi and Fina looked each other in the eyes but quickly looked away.
Fina, who had slept enough during the day, didn't feel drowsy at all in the evening, and its majestic green eyes were glancing around the room.
Famous was still awake. Turning and tossing restlessly on its blanket, it was still looking forward to the grand premiere of the movie. A small night light at its spot provided a little dim light for it. 
After arriving at the pet shop, Pi had gradually become accustomed to such evenings. Almost every night before going to sleep, a certain elfin, usually Snowy Lionet or Richard, would make a scene, as if it were some kind of ritual before sleeping. 
Pi tried to ignore Fina's awe-inspiring gaze and focused on the screen in front of it, thinking about the following storyline of its novel. 
After a while, the lower right corner of the screen indicated that it was 11 pm.
Pi suddenly felt relieved. Firstly, it had almost finished writing that day's chapters. And secondly, Fina's gaze was finally gone.
Snowy Lionet started to smack its lips. Old Time Tea snored from time to time. Famous kicked like it was having a nightmare, but it didn't wake up. 
From this time on, the night had truly overtaken the pet shop.
As the only awake elfin on the second floor, Pi was extremely pleased.
It yawned, took off its clip-on glasses and rubbed its aching and sore eyes before putting the glasses back on its nose. The words on the screen looked the same because the glasses did not actually have any degrees. It wore the glasses just to clearly read the words in the untitled book. 
In fact, Pi didn't want to stay up late, but for some reason, in the dead of night, its thinking was always exceptionally smoother, and the plots that baffled it during the day made sense to it during the night. As a famous saying goes, inspiration was just like a ghost; they both liked haunting in the night.
When Pi yawned for the second time, it finished writing that day's chapters and uploaded them.
When uploading the new chapters, it was inevitable for Pi to see the number of people who had added the novel to their libraries. 58 people had. The excitement of being immersed in its past stories was suddenly wiped away, after seeing such a number. 
Some authors liked to write something and communicate with the readers at the end of the chapters, but Pi had never done so because it didn't know if anyone was actually reading its novel. Although 58 readers had added the novel to their libraries, Pi felt that these people hadn't really read it. The empty comment section was the most obvious proof.
It moved the mouse to the "Publish" button but didn't press it yet. As if it had suddenly thought of something, Pi wrote in the "Message from Author" section at the end of a chapter: I don't know if anyone is reading this novel. Can anyone who has read this message please say something in the comment section?
After writing the message, it pressed the "Publish" button quickly, as if it would regret its decision if it hesitated. 
Would anyone say anything tomorrow?
It didn't hold any hope for this. It felt like its heart had become a cold stone and was constantly falling into an endless void.
Pi closed the Word document, turned off the computer, removed its glasses, and placed it on the untitled book. Then, it jumped onto the hammock chair. 
Although it had tried to move as quiet as possible, the chair still squeaked lightly, and slightly swayed back and forth. That was how the chair was designed. 
Pi held its breath nervously, cocked its ears, and listened to the sounds of the room.
Old Time Tea's snoring paused a little bit and resumed, while the sleep of other elves seemed not to have been affected.
Pi felt relieved. Finally, it could go to sleep, and it wished it could at least have sweet dreams. 
However, reality was not what it expected. 
As soon as it closed its eyes, the Word document and the stories that it had written earlier appeared before its eyes. The events that took place before it arrived at the pet shop projected in its mind, one by one. 
How interesting!
Eyes still closed, it smiled. How nice if I could come here a little earlier.
After a while, about at 11:30 or so, Pi, who had not yet fallen asleep, suddenly heard some slight rubbing sounds from the bedroom.
Was Snowy Lionet teasing Zhang Zian again? No matter what, it was too late at this point. If they were too loud and woke Fina up, Fina would surely be furious.
Pi opened its eyes to look around the room. To its surprise, what it saw was not Snowy Lionet's blue eyes, but was the light from Zhang Zian's cell phone screen. 
Was he not asleep so late in the night? Or was he just looking at the time?
He did look at the time and then turned his neck as if looking to in the direction of the desk. Pi quickly leaned its head back into the hammock chair.
After a moment, it quietly stuck its head back out and saw that Zhang Zian was still holding his cell phone. His cell phone screen had become the main light source in the room, so he probably didn't notice that Pi was watching him in the darkness.
Zhang Zian had not fallen back asleep after lying down. On one hand, he was guarding himself against an attack from Snowy Lionet. On the other hand, he wanted to go to sleep only after Pi had fallen asleep. When he heard that the sound of the computer fan disappeared, he wanted to go to sleep, but his drowsiness had already vanished. After staying in bed for a while, he picked up his cell phone. 
He opened up the Qidian app and found some novels with 100,000 to 200,000 words, ones with better performance on the website, and quickly began to browse the beginning parts of those books. 
Honestly, he could barely immerse himself into the stories, ones where the storylines were too straightforward and had no logic. Maybe he'd passed the age of reading for these kinds of books, but he knew that if he wanted progress and success, he must focus on learning the merits from others rather than criticizing other people's defects. Therefore, he tried his best to keep reading the books with patience and perseverance.
The room was quiet, except for the breathing of the elves all around. This made Zhang Zian feel at ease.
His drowsiness came back while he was reading these books. Several times, he unknowingly started to fall asleep, and his hand that was holding the phone lowered down. Then, he would wake up abruptly and continue reading. 
The time passed slowly, and it was past one in the night.
He knew that he should go to sleep now, or he else he would be very sleepy during the day tomorrow. He repeatedly told himself that he would go to sleep after reading the next book. However, he kept reading one after the other.
He only browsed the first 100,000 words, which were the first 40 or 50 chapters of each novel, at a very rapid speed. He didn't need to interpret the plots of the books, he was just looking for the best parts among the choices of words and sentences. 
Compared to the text, he actually preferred reading the messages from the authors. Whether they were expressing gratitude or complaining, these messages documented the thoughts of the authors in the process of their writing. Although he had never met the authors whose novels didn't do well on the website, he particularly empathized with them. 
After reading another book, he was extremely sleepy. When he looked at the time on his mobile phone, it was already past two in the morning and he was only four hours away from getting up. He would be exhausted during the day. Should he go to sleep then?
But there was only one book left in his library. He hesitated for half a second and decided to sleep after reading this final book. It was probably his OCD causing himself trouble. 
This was an urban novel named Diplomats of the Underworld. The tags of the novel were hilarious, rebirth, and ghosts. Honestly speaking, this novel had nothing in common with the book written by Pi. But it was published half a month earlier than Pi's novel and had currently uploaded less than 200,000 words, but nearly 10,000 readers had added it into their libraries. It must have some perks making it so attractive. 
Since there was only one book left, he motivated himself to stay focused and opened the novel.
The plot of the novel was roughly about the protagonist being reborn for some reason. Not only had he been reborn, but he had also gained an extra system in his head that enabled him to communicate with ghosts. The system assigned him to kill the evil spirits and wicked people, and he would be rewarded with equipment if he fulfilled his tasks.
The novel's word choices and expressions were somewhat awkward and there were many typos, but at least it wasn't boring. He read the novel chapter by chapter, and when it was nearly three in the morning, he'd already read 50 chapters and about 100,000 words. Normally, he would have switched and read the next novel by the time he'd reached these many words. However, this was the only novel left in his library, so he decided to read ten more chapters. Besides, he hadn't found the highlights of the novel yet. If it had no great parts, how did it become successful?
If he still couldn't find any highlights after reading ten more chapters, he would go to sleep. He decided that he could stay up no longer.
When he read Chapter 57, the finger that had been swiping the screen to turn pages abruptly froze. 
At the end of Chapter 57, the author complained that he'd been writing the novel for a month, but the performance of his book wasn't good. One part among the writing had deeply touched Zhang Zian. 
I've been preparing this book for a long time. Having no sense of shame at all, I want to say that I have been hoping to rock the web novel community with this novel. I feel so upset that my novel has not gained any recognition or opportunities.
Zhang Zian could feel the author's resentment from this. Meanwhile, he still was curious. When the author wrote Chapter 57 of this novel, its performance was doing poorly, but currently, it was doing quite well. What had happened during this period?
He continued reading the book.
The answer was revealed two chapters later.
At the end of Chapter 59, the author wrote this:
I'm not sure how to say it, but my mood has been on a rollercoaster the whole day. To be exact, this began early in the morning yesterday. After talking with Morning Gorilla Star in the comment section, he included my novel in his reading list. Since he has so many friends, there are many people who follow his reading list. More readers have begun to notice my books. Thanks to those who have included my novel in their reading lists.
What was going on?
Zhang Zian had a flicker of interest. This was the second time he saw the term reading list. The first time he saw it was on the Wang Haige Forum. At that time, someone responded to a post and said that it was useless to advertise in the comment section, but it was useful to advertise in reading lists. 
The situation of the novel had gotten better after only two chapters?
He wasn't in the mood to read plots he wasn't interested in. He quickly scrolled to the later parts of the novel. In Chapter 84, he saw that 5,000 readers had put this novel into their libraries, while at Chapter 59, that number was less than 1,000.
Things had changed tremendously in only 25 chapters.
That was how it happened then. Reading lists could really turn something bad to good and make more people notice their novel. However, if the authors of novels wanted the creators of reading lists to notice their novels and include them in the reading lists, the authors must advertise their books in reading lists first. 
What exactly was a reading list and why was it so powerful?
So the person named Morning Gorilla Star was probably a creator of a reading list?
Zhang Zian's brain was weakened by extreme drowsiness. He stared at the dark ceiling and thought for a while, but he had no clue in the end. It would be better for him to think about the matter when he woke up in the morning.
Scared that he would forget about it when he woke up, he added a bookmark to Chapter 59. After that, he put his cell phone under his pillow, closed his eyes, and quickly fell asleep.
After the light of the mobile phone's screen went out, the room was once again filled with darkness. The only light source was the dim night light near Famous.
Zhang Zian had been very careful while reading the books, thinking that he'd better not make any noises to disturb the sleep of the elves. Still, some elves had woken up once and a certain elfin had never slept.
For a few hours, Pi watched him in the dark. Unlike Galaxy, Fina, Old Time Tea or Snowy Lionet, its eyes did not glow in the dark because it did not have tapetum lucidum behind its retinas. But it also wasn't as blind as Richard in the dark. No one had noticed its open eyes. 
From the side of the hammock chair, Pi exposed half of its head and saw that the glows of several pairs of eyes appeared and disappeared. Zhang Zian's brow furrowed and stretched in front of his cell phone screen, and the moonlight quietly changed its angle as time passed.
It's time to sleep. Many times, Pi wanted to remind Zhang Zian to go to sleep. You have to get up so early in the morning, and then you need to carry out the heavy cleaning work, apply for loans from the bank, discuss the decoration of the shoe store with the construction team, and deal with all kinds of difficult customers. If you don't sleep well, you'll be very sleepy.
But Pi didn't tell Zhang Zian this because it couldn't speak. Since the computer was turned off, it couldn't type either. But the most important reason that it did not remind Zhang Zian was because it needed to bite on its wrist to stop from crying out loud.
Why?
Why not just tell me to give up? Isn't that simpler?
There are so many more important things than my novel that you need to attend to. For example, Galaxy is still afraid of human beings, Fina is keeping its thoughts to itself, Old Time Tea is getting old, Snowy Lionet always likes to pull pranks on you, Richard doesn't want to love anymore, and Famous is still stuck in another world.
Why did you spend time on my novel that is bound to fail?
Why...did you spend time on me?
Pi's canine teeth had already left four deep teeth marks on its arm. It pulled back its head and pulled up the blanket to cover itself, crouching in the chair like a baby in the arms of its mother. 
As the chair slightly squeaked, several pairs of eyes opened and glowed. Then, the glows went out as the cat elves closed their eyes.
The dead of night.


1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

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Well first of all he cultivates
second of all he does stuff 
and thats "cultivation and stuff

The first page was the title page, empty and white as snow, with only these eight words written in dark ink. They were abnormally vivid, such that anyone who opened this book would not be able to miss them.

If a normal person were to open this book, they would assuredly begin to carefully consider what sort of meaning was hidden in these words. Then, with an understanding of these eight words, they would continue to read. But Chen Changsheng was different from the rest. He did not turn to the next page, instead standing up and walking to the bookshelves, seeking out several other books on Purification. After quickly flipping through them, he realized that the title pages of all these books also contained these eight words. After this, he sat back down and placed all of his mind on the pages of the book, forgetting everything else.

The words of On Purification were very simple. As he attentively read it, it didn't take long before he had finished reading the first chapter. This chapter was concerned with how one should nurture their spiritual sense. He did not stop here to think or to try, but continued reading. The following chapters were also gradually noted down in his mind. The primary topics of these chapters were how to nurture the spiritual sense, search for one's Fated Star, and how to draw starlight into the body.

He needed only one hour to finish reading it. He then closed the books, closed his eyes, and began to think.

After a dozen or so breaths, he opened his eyes, opened the book once more, and began to read.

He needed even less time to finish than the first. In the time needed for several incense sticks to burn, he had finished reading.

He then once more closed his eyes to contemplate the contents of the books.

After a few breaths of time, he opened his eyes and began to read once more.

As he repeated this procedure, the sunlight spilling in from the window was as fierce as ever.

He closed On Purification for the last time and opened it no more.

He took out a brush and ink and, without opening the book, began to record from the memories in his mind his thoughts from his readings.

It didn't take long before the paper was densely covered in words.

The instant he placed the brush on the inkstone, all the contents of On Purification were remembered in his mind like they had been carved in stone.

Crucially, this was not rote memorization, but true understanding.

This was Chen Changsheng's reading method.

This method was very special, the precious treasure he and Senior Yu Ren had obtained after ten-odd bitter years of reading books. Although the old temple of Xining Village did not seem very remarkable, the books contained within were as boundless as the sea. If one wanted to memorize so many books in the shortest time possible, one naturally required a very special ability.

With this reading method, one did not need to read a book until it was on the verge of falling apart—in reality, the vast majority of the books in Xining Village's old temple were like new, but the contents of these books had all been completely memorized by the two.

The most important phase of this method was the final step of notetaking. Whether these notes were taken down on paper or remembered in the mind, these notes were the final sorting and confirmation for the entire session of reading, and it was only after completing this step that the reader could say that they had taken all the contents of a book and made it into their own knowledge.

To finish reading On Purification and close the book was naturally not an end. Learning and constant review could be done in the mind and in notebooks, but what was the goal of reading and study? It was practice, and his goal in reading On Purification was so that he could succeed in Purification and begin to cultivate.

The first step of Purification was to condense one's spiritual sense. The spiritual sense was a human's mental strength. To explain it in more everyday terms, it was 'thought'. As long as the idea one thought was intense enough, if one concentrated enough, thoughts could transform into a sort of strength.

It did not sound difficult, as if one only needed to do the utmost to crease their brows into mountain valleys and then be able to freely travel across the magnificent mountains and rivers of their imagination, but the fact was that it wasn't this easy at all. This was because whether or not one could form a spiritual sense was completely dependent on the strength of one's soul. The strength of one's soul was purely a matter of innate talent, nothing to do with effort. No matter how much an ordinary person worked, could his soul be stronger than the reincarnation of the Heavenly Phoenix?

Chen Changsheng had prepared for cultivation for many years. To be more precise, from the moment that peculiarity with his body appeared at the age of ten, he had been silently waiting for that day to come. He knew that there was a problem with his meridians, the illness his master said he had: his nine meridians were severed and could not connect, so his soul could not circulate through his body and could only be forced out with his sweat. Although after the age of ten, his master had used medicines to suppress his illness, preventing the continued loss of his soul's essence, it was still a problem. Otherwise, why would that black Sensory Stone in the Heavenly Dao Academy's assessment have failed to sense the slightest spiritual sense in his body?

If the soul was not strong enough, how could one condense the spiritual sense?

Without spiritual sense, how could there be dispersion?

This first step of Purification—how should he take it?

He did not feel disappointment like those other people who found out that they had no hope of cultivating, let alone despair.

He firmly believed that countless years ago, there must have been countless incredibly intelligent people that had resolved this problem, because there were many people like him. In the books of the Daoist Canon, he had read accounts of how these disappointed people would find some genius method and thus become peerless experts, like Wang Zhice for example. However, he was not prepared to work in this way because he had never found a case in the Daoist Canon similar to the problem with his meridians. Even his master had said that it could not be treated, that it was just fate. He did not have the surplus time to struggle with fate, nor did he believe that he could think of a new and genius method in such a short amount of time. He enjoyed moving with the current, and he believed that if he followed existing methods, he would also be able to condense his spiritual sense. No one believed more than him in the knowledge of his forebears.

"Read one hundred times, naturally grasp the meaning."

All books related to Purification had these eight striking words. It was very obvious that these eight words were the most important part of Purification, and also the part that his predecessors wished to communicate to those that followed. But which book should he read?

Chen Changsheng looked at the dense directory on the back cover of On Purification, gazing at those sometimes fair and honest, sometimes unconventional book titles. He shook his head, somewhat surprised that after coming to the capital, he would still have to continue the life he had lived in Xining Village.

If this was a place like the Heavenly Dao Academy or Star Seizer Academy, if students needed to break through the bottleneck of Purification, a teacher would naturally tell them that the most crucial part of Purification was reading a large amount of related books, thus strengthening the soul and reaching the goal of condensing the spiritual sense in one stroke.

On Purification merely provided the general principles. What one truly needed to study was the forty-nine books listed on the back cover.

Of course, this did not at all mean that all students needed to read every one of these forty-nine books one hundred times before their soul reached a level at which they could condense the spiritual sense. In the vast majority of cases, in the process of reading, the reader's spiritual sense would be condensed and they could stop this process.

This process was not one in which the earlier one finished, the better it was. If one needed to only read one book ten times and be able to successfully condense spiritual sense, that person would presumably be the cultivator with the weakest spiritual sense in history. On the contrary, the more books one read and the more times one read them, the stronger the soul would become, yet it would still be unable to break through that thin layer of paper. When the spiritual sense was finally condensed, only this sort of spiritual sense could truly be called powerful.

If someone could read all forty-nine books on the back cover of On Purification one hundred times before finally condensing their spiritual sense, then when they drew starlight into their bodies to undergo Purification, they had a chance of reaching the level of perfection. But this sort of situation was incredibly rare. Other than those lucky enough to be born with incredible innate talent, it was basically impossible.

This was a very stimulating process. As time passed, as the number of books and the number of times one read them gradually increased, one could anticipate becoming a genius with a powerful spiritual sense, but there was also a high chance that one could ultimately fail at condensing the spiritual sense and be resigned to the life of an ordinary person.

Hope and disappointment would continuously increase over this process, ultimately becoming a gamble of epic proportions. No one knew the result of this gamble. Only after reading those books, one hundred times each, would the result appear on its own.

Read one hundred times, naturally grasp the meaning.

This was its meaning.

...

...

After reading On Purification once, Chen Changsheng did not feel any change in his body, did not sense his soul, so he naturally could not sense his spiritual sense either. He did not begin to immediately read the books listed on the back cover, but instead began to calculate.

He believed that his reading efficiency was higher than an ordinary person's, so perhaps he might not really need to read each book one hundred times, perhaps twenty to thirty times might be enough. There were forty-nine books in total on the back cover, so calculating with his average reading efficiency, for the very first round, he could only finish reading seven books, seven days to finish reading all of them once. Even if he gradually got faster with time, to completely read all these books would at least take half a year. Did he have half a year? No, so what should he do? This was the first time he felt rather vexed ever since coming to the capital.

If other people were to learn that he was feeling vexed, they would definitely be feeling something different. This was because in his calculations, it was very obvious that he only intended to condense his spiritual sense after reading all forty-nine books—if he could condense his spiritual sense, that is. In other words, from beginning to end, even if subconsciously, he was truthfully placing himself on the same level as geniuses, or even higher.

It was no wonder Tang Thirty-Six thought him very arrogant on their first meeting. He looked reticent, cautious and courteous, but in reality, in many aspects, he was inexplicably confident, making people feel that he was extremely arrogant.

...

...

As he was thinking, he was suddenly caressed by a breeze and a shadow fell, covering the words on the back cover.

Chen Changsheng raised his head and saw a pretty girl sneering at him.

At the moment, he was sitting on the floor, so this girl was naturally somewhat looking down on him from up high.

This girl was precisely Shuang'er of the Divine General of the East's estate. She looked at the books concerning Purification next to Chen Changsheng and knew what he planned to do. She jeered, "To begin Purification at the age of fourteen, you don't think you're somewhat late?"

Chen Changsheng seriously replied, "Seeking the Dao can come early or late. The early might arrive late, the late might arrive early."

Shuang'er did not expect to hear such an answer. After staring blankly at him for a few moments, she disdainfully retorted, "Forty-nine books, one hundred times, ten days, —these are the numbers left by my young lady when she condensed her spiritual sense at the age of four. The late might arrive early? Where do you plan to arrive early?"

Chen Changsheng pondered this question, but he realized that he didn't know how to answer.


To pick is to choose. This is a story about choices. Three thousand worlds full of gods and demons, with a daoist scroll in your hand, you are able to control the entire universe…

At the beginning of time, a mystical meteor came crashing down from outer space and scattered all over the world. A piece of it landed in the Eastern Continent, with mysterious totems carved upon it. Through the observation of these totems, humankind comprehended the Dao and established the Orthodoxy.

Several thousand years later, the fourteen years old orphan Chen Changsheng left his master to cure his illness and change his fate. He brought a piece of marriage vow with him to the capital, thus began the journey of a rising hero.

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