It's Year 2025 & not only has the Earth technologically advanced but humans have advanced as well. A genetic gene has developed from all the supernatural encounters all around the world called 'Abilities.' The government has limited the usage of these Abilities from the public except for certain people who are involved in organizations.

Omiki Habana is searching for her older brother who went missing after he joined a Detective Agency called SYZYGY Agency. She knows he wouldn't just up and leave her with her alcoholic mother so she needs to find answers.

This leads her to the troublesome Detective Agency, Lunar Literature. Time to not only find answers but to ask some questions as well.

A big one would be: Why the hell did she become a clerk there!?

ᴡᴇʙɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ  © ᴋᴇʏᴏᴋᴀʜ / ᴋᴇʏᴏᴋᴀʜʜ__ [ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ/ᴛᴡɪᴛᴛᴇʀ]

being rewritten!

ᴡᴇʙɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ: ᴋᴇʏᴏᴋᴀʜ / ᴋᴇʏᴏᴋᴀʜʜ__ [ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ/ᴛᴡɪᴛᴛᴇʀ]

Is it possible that Roland will ultimately not win the final battle?
Will all his effort go to waste?
Is Providence responsible for this?

Yan Kai was brought by the same power that once took Roland into another world. How can he surpass himself and improve in the new world? Is it Fate?

"I am weak! But I will not always be weak!
 I will be stronger! The strongest! I swear on the blood that I had spilled and will spill from now on and until I will close my eyes forever!"

The thick clouds accumulated into layers, and they were changing into many shapes as the wind blew. The flying castle flew past the clouds amid the night sky, finally arriving near Yala.
The flying castle wasn't fast or flexible, so Lu Zhiyu had deemed it useless for battle or other applications. However, it was pretty good for transportation.
In this era, there was not much danger in the sky anyway. Aside from some rare flying magical beasts, nothing would suddenly attack the castle, so it was a very peaceful trip.
Within the flying castle, Eva was resting in bed. As for Lu Zhiyu, he had closed his eyes in the bedroom and started to meditate. His consciousness flew into the world of zero degree dimension to feel the mysteries of another dimension, as well as the power of origin held within that world.
Meanwhile, the wings of the flying castle glided through the sky, separating the clouds. Under the night sky, the stars twinkled and the whole world was calm.
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Yala hadn't changed much. The elves who used to all live in the Forest of Life had now split into three groups. The separation of the Kingdom of Elf allowed them to leave the Forest of Life and build different cities in Yala. However, the whole continent was still like a desert in regards to civilization.
The entire elf population was no more than twenty hundred thousand, which was not much more than a slightly populated larger human city. Hence, it was barely worthy to mention.
The elves' long lifespans and their lack of threat of being invaded, had provided no motivation for them to change their way of living. In fact, the last time something happened that brought about any change to the elves was the death of the Tree of Life. Its destruction had brought huge calamity upon them, which made them reconsider their futures.
Soon after that, the seed of the Tree of Life was given to them by Lu Zhiyu, bringing with it hope. At that time, many of the elves decided to leave the Forest of Life to go and seek a brighter future. This was when the Kingdom of Elf had split into three groups.
This was also the catalyst for the establishment of wizard schools. This made sense, as the majority of the elves were curious about the wizards, and they were especially amazed by their strange witchcraft and extraordinary powers. Most importantly, they admired their talent and wisdom.
From the elf wizards, they could learn things like music, architecture, art, literature and smithing. This was mind-blowing, especially for the elves that were into art and culture!
The elves who hadn't even finished exploring the whole continent of Yala had realized that, in this vast world, they were not the only civilization, and that on the other side of the ocean, there was an even more enriched and colorful world!
Deep in the Forest of Life in Yala, near the grand canyon in the south of the city of Sylve, there was the Hagrid Grand Canyon. It was this grand canyon that had once changed the elves' hearts, prompting them to explore the east.
In this area, a wide river flowed, then formed a huge waterfall as it reached the Hagrid Grand Canyon. The river quickly fell into the grand canyon, like a stream of white silk, creating thousands of layers of white fog.
As for the high ground that stood next to the waterfall, a snowy white beautiful tower had been erected there. The river flowed next to the tower, and an S-shaped stone bridge went over the river, leading to the gate of the tower.
There were flowers blooming everywhere, and birds and animals would drink from the river. Underneath the tower was an abyss, and on the other side was an endless dense forest. Seeing the tower from the river side, with the white clouds as a background, it was almost like the tower was actually connected to the clouds in the blue sky.
The main body of the tower was a castle, which had a high tower that was surrounded by other buildings. Between the tower and buildings, there were stairs and bridges that connected them, and even more stairs spiraled up through the insides of the castles.
At this moment, many elves were walking within a special tower. This was the wizard school of the elves, which was held in the Corolla Tower.
At this moment, Wendy was teaching a class within one of the great halls of the Corolla Tower. They were on level three and the waterfall could be seen right outside the windows. It was terrifying, but equally breathtaking.
"The witchcraft from the wizard tower mostly originated from a basic witchcraft called the Body Modification Technique. Therefore, we do not take basic witchcraft lightly, as it was these things that built the basis for the higher levels we have attained ever since!" Wendy said.
She then added, "What I am demonstrating now is the basics of alchemy, known as the Hand of the Wizard. This is also one of the most basic witchcraft techniques, and it is essential for the study of alchemy!"
Wendy's voice spread across the great hall, while the elves in white robes listened to her carefully. Sylr, a language that was very different from human languages, echoed within everyone's ears.
There were not many wizards within the Corolla Tower. In fact, there were only about ten qualified wizards and a few apprentices present. The ones that were in the Corolla Tower now were mostly newcomers, and on top of that, a lot of them wouldn't even be considered as wizard apprentices! Instead, they had come here to study music, architecture, art and literature from the human world.
"Look at the sky!"
"Something is dropping from the sky!"
"It is not dropping, but flying down!"
In the middle of Wendy's lesson, the great hall suddenly became noisy, with many of the students talking at once. Wendy got very angry at first, but then she noticed that everyone was looking out of the window, and as she looked too, several big things with wings slowly descended from the clouds!
A giant iron castle, which had lowered down from the clouds, was slowly coming closer to the Corolla Tower. Meanwhile, everyone in the Corolla Tower walked outside and looked up to the sky.
They opened their mouths widely, as they had never seen anything like this before. It was far beyond their imaginations.
However, Wendy could see that, underneath the base of the castle, there was a silver mark that represented infinity and the wizard tower. After remembering the letter that she had sent earlier, Wendy knew right away who was controlling the giant iron castle.
"Alright, be quiet everyone! No need to panic. This is mechanical alchemy, a product of witchcraft from the wizard tower!" Wendy spoke very calmly to the other elves, her words immediately raising many comments from among them.
"The wizard tower? They were already able to build something this big in the sky?"
"Oh my God! If they can send a castle up into the sky, do they live in the sky as well?"
"Then, how are they any different from the gods?"
At that moment, Wendy might have seemed calm on the surface, but she was very shocked as well, as she thought, Oh my God, did the teacher actually drive that thing around half the world to get here?
Every elf was leaning their head to get a better look at the flying castle, which was getting bigger as it was getting closer. It then went in a circle around the tower.
As it flew, blue flames were constantly coming out from behind the castle. It then landed in some nearby grassland.


By accident, Lu Zhiyu found the entrance to a low-dimensional world, and thus began a totally different journey!

Free to control everything in the low-dimensional game, Lu Zhiyu felt like a gamemaster, and even God.


After Morocco, I no longer faced the same struggles that I had in my first month on board the Calypso; the crew were wholly different. I couldn't tell if it was because of the much-needed break, or if they had accepted my presence on the ship.
Neither of my former saboteurs was anywhere to be seen which I credited to Captain Red's warning. I was grateful for the change. 
Even the captain was changed. 
While he remained the hard-hearted pirate captain, I was no longer frightened of him. Having worked together with him and Stewart in Morocco, I had a newfound respect for Captain Red. He worked twice as hard as anyone on the ship, and no one ever saw–he was human like the rest of us. Some days, if he was tired of sitting in his cabin by himself, he joined Stewart and me down in the kitchen. And on occasion the three of us would venture to dine with the rest of the crew. 
The days onboard the Calypso was peaceful and I made the most out of this peace by taking time for myself whenever I could. It had been years since I last dabbled in magick and witchcraft; years since I had last been in Scotland. I was disconnected not only from the magick previously in my life, but I was disconnected from myself. I longed to reconnect with my roots and with my practice, but onboard a ship my options were limited. 
I had no choice but to take a chance. And I took my chance on none other than the Captain himself, Red James Thatch. He was my first choice for a couple of different reasons: He was just about eccentric enough not to hang me or toss me into the freezing water for admitting to witchcraft, and if he welcomed the craft he could very well secure my position on the ship regardless of what the crew thoughts. He was the man in power, after all.
Once again I found myself angst-ridden before his door. This time around, I had invited myself. 
I took a deep breath and knocked.
No answer.
I knocked once more.
Silence.
From the inside, the parrot ruffled their feathers and squawked, "Oh! Hello?" 
The door opened and closed with ease. Captain Red was not in his room. His desk was the usual mess and his hat hung over the back of his chair. I studied the bookshelves along the left-hand wall. "A peculiar taste in literature," I noted wiping a thick layer of dust from the spine of those in the very back, "Why own books you can't read?"
"Because they fascinate me," a voice interrupted. My eyes went round before I squeezed them shut. "Captain, I didn't hear you come in," I began and spun on my heel to face him. Though angry at first, Captain Red's expression quickly softened. He stepped over and traced his fingertips over a book on the top shelf. "I-I didn't mean to intrude," I stuttered, but he didn't let me finish, "You wanted to speak with me, I assume?" 
I nodded. 
"Then talk."
I looked at the books for support. Many titles were faded, but I managed to identify a few words as Latin, Gaelic, and English. A few of them were written by hand while the majority were printed.
I began to wonder around the room. 
My braid fell over my shoulder for me to fiddle with as I told him the story of my life, from the very beginning up until my arriving at the Calypso. Once I began to speak, I found myself unable to stop. The words fell out of my mouth before I had the chance to think twice, and the Captain listened attentively to every twist and turn.
By the time I finished my story, I was slouched in his chair with the tears spilling down my face. For the first time, I allowed myself to acknowledge and feel the sorrow. Polly the parrot sat, again, eerily motionless in their usual spot. The Captain crouched down beside me with a serious expression and made sure I had no additions before speaking, "Witchcraft is a tricky thing. On one end you have the government dying to execute any potential practitioners, and on the other hand, you have those dying to learn it." 
I looked at him and sniffled, "What do you mean?" 
He tensed his hand around the wooden armrest. A fine pink scar I hadn't noticed before ran vertically down his cheek. 
"I've been looking for witches, real practitioners of the craft, for years," Captain Red explained, "every clue lead to a dead end." "Or a dead witch," I mumbled. "And here you are," he went on, "a live witch onboard my very ship. No wonder I misjudged you, Eden." His choice of words didn't strike me as well-planned.
His eyes remained unnerving yet bared a spark not before seen. I chose to believe my revelation had something to do with it.
"I want to learn dark magic," Captain Red admitted during our second time gathering around his desk the night after, "Curses, blood magick—all of it." 
I was taken back by his confession. "Do you have any idea-"
"Can you teach me?"
"No, I- why would you want to learn something so-...so dark?" I stood up from my chair and wandered over to the bookshelf. Pressing two fingers from each hand against my temples, I turned back around. "Do you have any idea what you're asking of me?" There was no light-heartedness in the face that met mine, "I know how it must sound-"
"Do you?"
"Let me finish," he grumbled, "I know what I'm asking for. I know the risk." He leaned forward in his seat and watched me as I paced. "The Witch Trials can't get to you out here, Eden. What are you so afraid of?" I threw myself around and gripped the edge of the desk. "It's morally wrong," I barked at him, "That's what this is. This is not fear, I am not fearful. It- you're challenging my morals!"
Captain Red leaned back and put his right foot upon the opposite knee. "You're a pirate and a witch," he said, "the government hates you, fears you, no matter what you do. Anywhere you go, I can't imagine you'll feel truly safe, do you? So, what's the harm?" 
I inhaled deeply, sharply. He was right about his guesses, but he lacked respect for my boundaries. There were certain things the common witch frowned upon: Curses, hexes, jinxes, and certain types of blood magick all made the list. 
"Harm none, do what ye will," I muttered, "the one basic guide most witches follow." "Are you, or are we, most witches?" he challenged. I felt a need to scream and allow all my frustration to empty. "Why are you so-...so-" 
"Not wrong?" he suggested. 
"Impossible," I huffed.

"When you hear the name Thatch you will first think of my husband, Red James Thatch, or, perhaps more famously, his father Edward Thatch, better known as Blackbeard. Regardless, it will not be mine nor that of my daughter, Mary-Anne. We are but supporting roles in their tales of piracy and travel.

In my living years, I didn't care much for the publicity. My husband could have it and he did, he was made for it, that man. But not me. I was content playing the role of his loyal wife and mother of his daughter.

Even so, my life makes for quite the tale to tell, and I believe it is time to share the life and death of Eden Thatch with the world."

"Huu... huff... huu... huff" Sounds of deep breaths could be heard from Sigil's bedroom. The lights of the room were dim as Sigil sat on his bed with a peaceful expression. A light blue bracelet, made of pearls could be seen on his wrist, could be seen giving out a gentle glow. The light from the pearl was bright enough to illuminate the Sigil's surrounding as it gave an elegant contrast to his hair colour. 

Sigil was meditating. 

Curse, Nurture and Self. These three areas of studies regarding Witchcraft were immensely deep and profound. Not even the Grimoire Masters are confident enough to claim that they have unraveled the true nature of the study. Each study is divided into various situations, elements, familiars, monsters, methods, languages, totems, expressions and much more.

Sigil was an outstanding member of the younger generation and could be considered as gaining the qualifications of entry level of the subject– Curse and Nurture. 

Entry Level, Student Level, Master Level, Grandmaster Level, Sage Level and Pinnacle Level. 

These were the categories in which the three areas of witchcraft is divided into. Reaching the Entry Level regarding the subject of Curse and Nurture was spectacular enough. One had to understand that these categories represented the foundation of a witch regarding the corresponding subject matter.

Right now, Sigil was meditating with a calm and peaceful mind to enhance his foundation regarding the subject of 'Self'. Unlike Curse and Nurture, Self was related to the enlightenment of the living being. It was a source of gaining inspiration and attuning oneself to connect with Nature.  Whereas, Curse and Nurture were related to the knowledge of various subjects. If one had to compare, Self could be represented by the profession of Temple Priest while Curse and Nurture could be represented by the profession of Scholar.

The pearl bracelet on Sigil's hand was an exemplary embodiment of Curse methods of a Witch with Master level foundation. The bracelet was called Deep Moon, a material curse belonging to the category of Self Cultivation Curses. 

To prepare this bracelet, one had to raise the core material in a pool of glacial water from the mountains. Placing an ordinary pearl inside the pool with other refinement materials, the pearl will gain a spiritual attribute that is helpful for connecting with the soul. Even though the process and recipe to create this Material Curse were readily available to most of the witch's family, only a few could produce it because of the rarity of the materials. 

Right now, Sigil was using Deep Moon to connect with his soul and trying to gain some inspiration from nature. His lips produced some unintelligible whispers as the deep moon shined even brighter. 

It was an activation spell. Even though the curse had been placed on the bracelet, it still needed to be activated. Sigil kept on whispering the Spell as he felt his mental energy getting drained away. Because of the consumption of his mental health, Sigil could only meditate for half an hour before he had to stop and take a rest.

He exhaled sharply and opened his eyes. Even though he was severely limited by the drainage of his mental energy, his eyes were shining brightly and a small smile hung on his lips. Gradually, the glow emitting from the bracelet dimmed off and the room was illuminated by the dim lights of the bulbs.

"Hehe.... hahahaha, this ability is amazing!" 

Sigil laughed happily as he looked up at the ceiling of his room. His gaze was still as bright as ever. It felt like the mental drain wasn't affecting him at all.

***

The black hole covering the whole city slowly vanished as three figures stood some distance away. They were the three directors of Black Spider, Fiery Lion and Grand Sparrow, that has become a part of the alliance. 

The witches guarding the spot had been sent back and also severely punished. They were penalised heavily for the destruction of Grimoire World. Even when the three directors knew that it wasn't the fault of these guard witches, they still had to fulfill the actions created by their authority.

"I propose that we should start sending spies and infiltrate the nearby families to look for the culprit." Old Sparrow spoke with a pained voice. 

He watched the destruction of the Grimoire World as the previous Chestcovia City finally emerged back. Even though all of the residents of the city were dead, they could still have some use for this city.

"It's not a huge loss. We did gain a city for our own personal use, isn't that right?" Sabar spoke as he did not reply to Sparrow's statement.

"Aside from the fact of spies, we still need a good place to install the totem. How about cleaning this city and use it as an ancestral pool?" Ruby spoke flatly. Even though she had many gains in the Grimoire World, she was disappointed by the fact that they won't be able to properly exploit that mine.

As she spoke of the upcoming Rite of Witchcraft, Sparrow finally regained his composure. After thinking for a bit, he spoke once again.

"I apologise for my outburst. How about selecting new seeds as the spies. Ruby already has that traitor from the RedHawks, we can scout for talents in the Ritual." 

His suggestion gained the nods from both of them.

Rumble

The sudden rumbling sound attracted their attention as they felt sour and indignant in their hearts. 

The black hole had finally devoured the Grimoire World and with it, took away all the exotic space path resources. 

Meanwhile, it looked as if a dark curtain had been uncovered and the whole city was finally visible to everyone.

"I will install the Totem tomorrow. It's your task to clean this city." Ruby regained her composure and left on her scarlet-ruby broomstick. 

***

Sigil was once again meditating, but he wasn't in his own room... well, he was in his old room.

The posters of animated girls on his wall were very familiar. The human-sized body pillow with the image of one of his favourite anime girl was placed beside him as he remained seated in a cross-legged position on the bedcover with the image of another anime girl.

His study was filled with various games, these games also had many disturbing titles. Some related to the true culture of the universe– Hentai, while others were RPG and racing games. 

Above the study table was a three-storied shelf filled with figurines, nude and clothed. And at the corner of the room, one could see a large bookshelf filled with noble literature– Manga and H-Doujins.

If an ordinary human saw this room, they would think a single word– Untidy. But, if a cultured human entered the room, they would think of only one word– Bliss. 

Even with all the heavenly items surrounding him, Sigil still kept his eyes closed and remained still. His expression calm and peaceful.

If one saw carefully, he could see a gentle blue light appearing out of nowhere from the area around his right wrist and coiling around his body. This situation remained for another thirty minutes before Sigil disappeared from this room.

"Huff" Sigil opened his eyes in excitement and exhaled sharply. This was his fifth meditation session in two days and he could be said to be progressing by leaps and bounds.

Originally, he couldn't locate his Soul Space, but with the help of Deep Moon, he was finally able to locate his Soul Space. Surprisingly, it was his old room– The piece of Heaven.

The reason for his excitement wasn't the fact that he could read all the Hentai Doujins once again, it was the fact that he was naturally connected to nature through the Soul Space. This discovery coupled with the Deep Moon Curse allowed him to progress at twice the speed with half the effort.

He could already feel it, he just one step away from reaching the Entry level in the Realm of Self. At this moment, a knock was heard. Before he could answer it, the door was clicked open.

"Master♪! Lunch is ready." Martha smiled and spoke with a little hum. Evidently, she was feeling happy. After all, the Rite of Witchcraft was only two days later and she was confident that she could breakthrough the Chakra Realm. After all, it had been a whole year since she had opened her Eighth Gate and it has also been a while since she had reached the Entry level in the Realm of Self.

All that was left to do was to enter the Ancestral Pool and receive the baptism of the totem. With the help of Ancestral Pool, she would have a high chance to become an Elder Level figure in the Witch's Society.

Seeing Martha's pleasant behaviour, Sigil smiled as he felt optimistic himself. There were two days left and he had a high chance to barge in the Entry level of the realm of Self.

***

"Soon.... I will get you this time...." Ricardo's gaze was as eerie as possible. He was just informed that he could take part in the baptism of Ancestral Pool of the Family. Even though he had no chance to enter the chakra stage, he still felt a little relieved. After all, the baptism could reduce his problems by a lot.

He even felt a sliver of excitement as he thought of one the Familiars in the family. 

He smiled slightly as he remained seated on his couch with a slice of pizza in his hand. Even though a show was being displayed on the television, his thoughts remained adrift.

***

Midnight, 8 hours before the Rite of Witchcraft.

The Material Curse, Deep Moon let out an eye piercing light as a wisp of translucent substance entered Sigil's mouth, which kept reciting the Spell to utilise the bracelet.

Shortly, the bracelet dimmed down completely and Sigil opened his eyes with a big smile on his face. His ice-blue eyes shined in darkness.... literally. It felt like Sigil had changed his species into a feline one, making his eyes stand out in darkness.

The strange process took place for a few minutes before it stopped. Sigil's entire demeanor finally spoke of some humanity.

He let out a breath of turbid air and got up from his bed. His legs felt cramped as he had been sitting in the meditative position for a long time. After stretching a bit, he finally laid down.

"Entry Level of the realm of Self– Spiritual Begining, achieved." He spoke to himself lightly.

"It doesn't feel much different, though. I wonder if my ability is affected by my realm of Self." He mused lightly. He looked at the time before setting the alarm and quickly snored away. He had to remain in his best state during the baptism.

***

"Hehe, it's like you are trying to invite me here every time." Martha smiled as she woke Sigil up. The alarm remained ineffective. 

Martha was different from other maids of the manor and had an almost exclusive right to enter Sigil's room. Even though Sigil felt a little groggy, he decided to keep up his act. After all, he was in a phase where he was recovering from his life of debauchery.

He smiled at Martha and pulled her in bed, making her yelp in surprise. 

"You are really going to do it in front of me?" A cold voice interrupted both of them, causing Sigil to smile secretly. He had finally started to like both of them, but to show his gradual progress, he needed to show a part of his debauched behaviour around someone.

He looked at Alicia as Martha blushed. She was stronger than Sigil, yet, she allowed herself to get pulled by him. She even knew about Alicia, after all, they both had gotten really friendly even when they were romantically involved with the same guy.

What's more, Sigil's morning wood was proudly displayed by the tent of his pyjamas, that poked at the right places, making Martha feel a little tingly.

"Oh, Alicia? Yeah, sorry, I didn't see you there. How 'bout it? Want to join?" He smiled and immediately put some distance between him and Martha and patted the unoccupied region.

This action made Alicia growl a little, making her look extremely dangerous... and cute. Her grey eyes kept gazing at Sigil until he finally got up from the bed.

"Fine, fine, geez, and here, I thought that Martha was into domination." Sigil's light comment immediately cleared the tense air and made both of them blush. 

He smiled at his apparent success and immediately changed his clothes after entering the bathroom. He still didn't want to strip in front of others for no logical reasoning.

***

Assembly Ground, The Grey Estate.

John Grey stood in front of every single eligible member of the younger generation. There were a total of 13 people standing in front of him, while the Supreme Elder Garthe stood behind John, his eyes staring at his daughter, filled with emotions.

Since Sigil, Bethany and Alicia weren't participating in the family's baptism, their position wasn't given to someone else as it would be detrimental to the reputation of the achieved position. Alicia and Bethany had also not assigned anyone else to their position, making only Martha, Ricardo and two other members the selected Witches to receive the baptism.

Meanwhile, the other two witches also brought someone else with them.

John looked at the six people taking part in the family's baptism and looked towards seven others, who were going to take part in the Alliance's baptism. He sighed a little as he looked at each other's hand and saw the seal of the alliance.

"I wish you all Good Luck. Supreme Elder Garthe will take you guys to the family's Ancestral Pool. Out of you, only two members are eligible to choose from the elite Familiars raised inside the family. You all know the rules, the unchosen Familiars will be then presented to others. Those who did not take their pick will get a chance to enter the Familiar garden of the Family."

He took a breather and walked towards the seven others. He patted Sigil's shoulder and spoke to them.

"The choosing of Familiars will start only after your return. I hope that you bring a good reputation to our family." John then nodded at Garthe as he took the Six witches away. Sigil smiled towards Martha and nodded at Ricardo before leaving with John towards the site set by Alliance.

“Have you ever felt completely bored out of your life?”


“Have you ever doubted the reason for your existence? Your purpose?”


“Is there a tiny spark of curiosity inside that boredom? Wanting to explore? Wanting to know more?”


“That's me? Just a fun loving guy bored to death in the most literal manner. I lived an uneventful life as an orphan. Studied hard, got a job but never married. I guess sudden heart attack leaves you no chance to think about the future. One of the things you should know about me though, I am a very humble person.”


“If you compare me to the regular tramsmigrators of the legends then you might be mistaken. After all, what abilities does a salesman could offer in a world filled with magic, right?”


“You have been warned. If you still want to read, follow my adventure where I embrace the romantic adventures of every fantasising males and females. The adventure of a Hunter.”

*****

I do not own the cover.

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


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

After the beauty contest, Shirazad had to adapt to a new rumor circulating the palace... certain people started to look at her with disdain. She had survived the dungeon and now this beauty contest... Perhaps  the king was not simply enchanted by her fairy-tales, but he was dangerously bewitched! ...From a city savior, she turned into a witch overnight... 

Obviously, she had to be prepared for everything -- she never knew what people would think the next day. Despite all the rumors regarding how she had "bewitched" him, she tried to get rid of the idea that the king might have written the poem for her during the beauty contest. 

Perhaps he'd just paid someone -- perhaps he just wanted to show off his "property" in front of other noblemen. Although Shirazad was not proud of her beauty, she was aware of it, and often reminded of it by other people, so she could guess that a certain husband might want to show off with it. Of course, everybody wanted to see the fabled beauty Shirazad... That was what must have happened. 

Gisi was soon to leave the palace and she was terribly frustrated. The thought she might never see Shirazad again made her feel truly guilty... Shirazad tried to calm her down -- she would be fine... But in fact she too was afraid that she might have no one to talk to.

Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, who knew, the king often left the palace on business so Shirazad spent time alone. You know what they say, men had work to do and had a more active social life, while women often had fewer opportunities for social interaction to distract them from relationships, and little to entertain themselves with except their own minds.

Shirazad's only friend was Anuvaniya, her new handmaiden, as Gisi had finally left. The other ladies in the palace thought that Shirazad was spoiled; born with a silver spoon in her mouth, she was the apple of her father's eye; and now even the king pardoned her and saved her life; and all this they thought had little to do with Shirazad's personal qualities of the mind or the heart. And actually the better she preformed any task, the more disapproval she garnered, especially from a single person, Mehrnaz. 

As if Shirazad had committed a terrible sin by being silently pardoned for the incident during winter solstice and let out of the dungeon... 

And with the time, as Shirazad discovered that her contributions were unwanted, she decided it would be better if she just detached from the situation.

So she just sat quietly in the garden together with Anuvaniya. There was one child there who helped bring food to the horses and clean the nearby stables. It was the out-of-wedlock child of some of the maids, a young boy. He was not the most well educated, but whenever he saw Shirazad in the garden, writing some stories, he would go and ask her to tell him a story and what would happen next to the characters. He was one of the few people who talked with her. At first, Shirazad was happy she had a fan. 

The child however had insatiable curiosity. He would continue to ask again and again "what happened next?" He would interrupt whatever she was doing to ask his questions. Finally, Anuvaniya couldn't stand him and scolded him,

"Hey! Show some manners, this is your Queen! If it were me, you would have been scolded already and chased away! How dare you keep disturbing her?! When she has a new story, she will tell you if she wants to. You shouldn't complain about it!" Anuvaniya finished, then she turned to Shirazad, 

"Your Highness, I am sorry. I truly love children too, but how can you stand him? He's so uneducated. And he complains all the time as if it's your daily job to write stories for him... Also, from what I've heard, I'd guess his taste is quite different from the king's, so you can't use exactly the same stories for both of them."

"Yes," Shirazad said. "But it is exactly because he's so uneducated that I feel happy. Such people are usually not so interested in literature or science; I would guess that his parents are also not very well educated and his environment inappropriate. So, I'm afraid if I scold the child he might lose his interest in reading altogether."

"Interest in reading?! He reads and writes so badly! But you are right, I guess his parents are illiterate, whoever they are."   

"This child in fact may be a very good child. If he's been rude, it may be because nobody taught him how to show less curiosity or to be more polite, and he didn't have a good example... Anyway, no one else disturbs me in this garden." She smiled.

"Speaking of which, Your Highness, I heard that Mehrnaz is getting married and will be going on a honeymoon. Why don't you use this opportunity to mingle with people... They can get to know you personally, instead of just relying on hearsay. Oh, I heard there is a foreign language course in the palace, you could enroll." 

Shirazad thought it was a good idea since she wouldn't be able to see her sister and wouldn't have much to do.

The first day when she arrived at the place designated for a classroom, people threw curious looks at her. But some people did not just stop there.

One young noble lady came to her and whispered,

"Your Highness, I also have someone I like a lot. Can you teach me some magic?"

"..." Shirazad was speechless. She'd heard of the rumors, but she couldn't imagine that people so readily believed them. It seemed the girl was still waiting for an answer.

"The magic is in your heart," Shirazad snapped. She had to put an end to such rumors early on. She knew some women outside the palace were killed after being accused of "witchcraft."

The noble lady frowned, thinking Shirazad didn't want to share her secrets... After all, it wasn't just the king. Many a man had been crazy over this woman -- it couldn't be just a coincidence!

...Whenever Shirazad felt bad, she remembered Gisi's last words before she left the palace,

"Your Highness, in case we don't see each other again... I just want you to remember me and to know that I will remember you! And if we were ordinary people, and the palace was an ordinary place, then I would indeed come back to visit you as a friend... but now I'm afraid I won't be able to do it." Though Gisi admired Shirazad for other things too, for example, how she had survived Shahryar's wrath, she did not tell her about that because she did not want to speak in advance... For who knew what the king's thoughts might be tomorrow?

... It happened so that the king's thoughts were very interesting, and it wasn't even tomorrow yet. When Shirazad arrived at the king's quarters she found the whole bed covered with rose petals much to her surprise. But she did not smile, nor did she express any other emotion.  Shahryar was standing by the window as usual. He circled around her,

"...Why don't you take off your clothes and cover your body with rose petals?" he said.

~~Why don't you take off your clothes and cover your body with rose petals?!~~ she thought angrily. So angrily that even though she was speechless there was something in her eyes that made him smirk.

Smart, beautiful and rich, Scheherazade has only one problem: she is convinced that she can handle every troublesome situation, but can she?

Her name Shirazad means "lion-born" but people in town soon start to call her "Scheherazade" meaning "whose realm is noble". Confined to the palace, she is far away from what is happening in town. While she is deeply touched by the fact that people have romanticized her and her fairy tales, she still doesn't understand the true meaning of this epithet... She will be forced to outgrow her spoiled ways and accept responsibility. Maybe she will even attract the king's attention. But... when you win such a person's admiration or love, it could be worse than if he hates you... ***A retelling of "One thousand and one nights"

Wupeng was not only a wizard, but he was also a highly skilled doctor who saved countless lives in Dongyi. Hence, a lot of people who could recognize him but it was indeed the first time that Feng was meeting Wupeng.
He was led by the young apprentice to Wupeng's residence. He witnessed an old man watering a piece of land. The farmland was grown with grass which looked like wormwood. The fragrance emitted by the grass was refreshing and gladdening. The grass grew closer together. There were about ten to twenty stalks per root, and the most could go up to fifty stalks. Its difference from the wormwood was that they grew tall and straight. When the grass blossomed, there were reddish purple branches which looked like the shape of a chrysanthemum.
Feng could recognize this grass. It was named as the yarrow. The flowers of the yarrows should have already withered by then. However, in Wupeng's land, they still blossomed. This indicated that Wupeng had used some techniques to change the season of the particular area, but Feng could not see any traces of Wupeng performing any technique.
Nonetheless, it was not something that Feng took to heart because he was never a person who was good at techniques and witchcraft. All he needed was a mystical bow which could counter all the techniques and crafts in this world.
When Wupeng saw Feng, he stopped whatever work he was doing. His entire body was hidden in a black long gown and he was wearing a mesh net hat. His cheeks were rosy. His eyes were bright and clear, full of expressions.
Feng paid obeisance by cupping one hand in the other before his chest and said, "Greetings, Sir Wupeng."
Sir was a term of address to the elderly for Dongyi. Wupeng was obviously older than Feng. Besides, Feng had a favor to ask him and that was also why he would address him as much.
Wupeng said, "Are you here to seek medical treatment? Are any of your family members ill?"
Feng could not help but to feel proud that even Wupeng recognized who Feng was. However, he did not show it on his face, he said, "I'm not here to seek for medical treatment from Sir Wupeng. There's something that I can't make a decision on, hence I'd like to have Sir Wupeng to perform augury for me."
Wupeng spoke with a low pitch, "I've not performed augury for quite some time. I'm afraid that I'm lacking of practice and skill and that I'll not be able to predict it accurately."
Feng said, "No worries, I'm only seeking a peace of mind. I trust you."
Wupeng stopped rejecting, he said, "If that's the case, then I shall give it a try. Coincidentally, I've recently studied about matters of heaven and earth and refreshed some some knowledge there. If you are not in a hurry, we can share our knowledge and Minister can also learn about how I perform augury from our discussion."
Although it was expected that Wupeng was a sage since he had saved the lives of many, Feng could not help but feel impressed at how Wupeng was so open and willing to share with the others about his knowledge on cultivation. It was no question that nobody tried to find fault with him all these years.
He spoke with a firm tone, "Then I'd have to trouble Sir Wupeng."
Wupeng then led Feng into his residence. Earlier on, a young apprentice brought a basin of clean water for him to wash up. Upon seeing this clean water, Feng was astonished because this was the Yangquan[1] Water. The Yin energy was especially strong in Netherworld and thus, the finest and purest Qi of Yang was extraordinarily precious. As for the Yangquan Water, it was one of the rarest water source which were rich in the finest and purest Qi of Yang. If one was to consume this water for a long time, the Yin and Yang within his body can be regulated that fostered longevity.
Soon after Wupeng had done washing up, he sat opposite facing Feng.
Wupeng did not beat around the bush. He said directly, "Nowadays the augury methods in Dongyi develop more rapidly compared to the ancient times. A lot of wizards have started using copper coins, flat bamboo sticks, small stones and so on to perform augury. They were indeed efficacious. However, I coincidentally got my hands on an ancient literature, only then I've come to realise that the most efficacious augury item is the yarrow, which is the grass you'd seen grown on my land just now."
Feng spoke with astonishment, "I didn't know that the yarrow could be used to perform augury. This is my first time hearing such a thing."
Wupeng sounded slightly proud and pleased with himself, "When I discovered this, I was also quite surprised. However, the yarrow was mostly used in performing augury in the ancient times. Hence, that's the reason why the yarrow slowly became extinct and being replaced by other items. In the near hundreds of years, it wasn't known when the seeds of the yarrow started appearing. Gradually, more and more yarrow can be seen in Dongyi but almost no one knows the actual use of the yarrow. They only think that it smells good and it can cure some illnesses. The yarrow's fruits were almost similar to the ones from the mugwort."
Feng tried to flatter Wupeng, "If it wasn't for Sir Wupeng, I'm afraid that this treasure would be unknown and its uses will be neglected." At the same time, he was thinking that the reason why this old man's augury was so efficacious should be because of the fact that he had used the yarrow. When he thought of this, Feng thought of getting some yarrow from this old man so that he could bring it back and ask his tribe to plant it.
After all, although there could be yarrow elsewhere, it might not be as healthy as the ones that Wupeng had taken care of and nurtured with effort.
Wupeng grinned and said, "Actually it still won't be efficient enough with only the yarrow. You'd need a corresponding augury dharma. You can see me demonstrate for one time. Since your cultivation experience is profound, perhaps you can help me to find out the flaws in it."
Feng nodded his head and said, "I'll try my best."
When Wupeng's young apprentice took out a bundle of the yarrow, Feng's brilliant eyesight could instantly recognise that this bundle was exactly fifty, which was perfect for the Dayan number.
Feng did not understand those deep words at all but he figured that he understood a little. Wupeng must be talking about how he used the yarrow to perform augury and the deep justification within it.
Therefore, Feng believed in Wupeng's augury without any doubt.
If Shen Lian was to listen to what Wupeng said, he would have gained more compared to Feng. His understanding about Lianshan and Taixu Strategy would further level up.
Using the method that he had mentioned earlier on, Wupeng used the yarrow to arrange a complicated and indescribable pattern using a total of forty nine blades of grass which included both long and short ones.
He looked like he was drowned in his contemplation for a moment. Then he told Feng, "The favour that you requested, there are calamities in the blessing, and blessing in the calamities. I don't know how to interpret it."
Feng said, "Sir, do you mind explaining this further?"
Wupeng sighed, "Your birth chart is noble and thus, it's beyond my ability to predict accurately. But I can gift you ten words 'death and life have predetermined appointments; Dragon in the Sky'.
Feng said, "I've heard of a sentence from Xia's Guan Longzi, which was 'death and life have predetermined appointments; riches and honour are from heaven', why is it 'Dragon in the Sky' when it comes to me?"
Wupeng smiled and said, "If the dragon doesn't act and doesn't jump but 'rests in the sky', what else should be done but by 'being in flight'? It's said that the flying dragon is like a fish that goes back to the sea, which means it can roam freely. If it's to be applied on human affairs, it means the phenomenon is at its peak phase of the cycle. If it's to be applied to building an empire, it suggests the person can be the Emperor."
In his heart, Feng felt the excitement because becoming the Emperor had always been his long-cherished wish. However, he was filled with some doubts and so he asked, "According to you sir, this is a good omen. How would there be calamities in the blessing, and blessing in the calamities?"


What is a Daoist Master? One that is imageless in ten directions and vanishes in the six paths; unrestrained by the three realms and the five elements.                                                                                                                                           
After a day at the clinic, Dr. Li Feng met with an accident on his way home. When he regained consciousness, Li Feng found himself in the body of a weak teenage boy who was born out of wedlock, Shen Lian. Who was the father? The mother would not tell. A scripture he found among his mother’s remnants was the only thing he knew about his father.                                                                                                    
The mother came from a wealthy and well known family. When Shen Lian was recalled back to the Shen family, he was entitled for part of the grandfather’s inheritance and businesses. Despite the grand value, Shen Lian did not take a cent with him when he decided to leave the family. Why would he leave this comfortable life behind?                                      
His journey with this new identity brought him into this new world as he travelled between realms in search of knowledge to improve his Daoist skills. As he conquered trial after trial, would he become the chosen one? Will he succeed in becoming the Daoist Master? Only time will tell.

Zhang Tie gained some message about the Great Wilderness Sect in the south border of Taixia Country for the first time from the conversation between Bai Suxian and Uncle Zhong.
Zhang Tie didn't know about the 18 mountains caves of Dragon Mountain in the south border of Taixia Country. However, Zhang Tie knew the Gold Broken Witchcraft Parasites. The witchcraft parasites were just small tricks in the "Gains Section" and the "Controlling Section" in the Great Wilderness Sutra. As the process was a bit weird and trivial, Zhang Tie didn't pay too much attention to it. Zhang Tie could easily modify species in Castle of Black Iron and had taken a great number of source fruits, which granted him a powerful source of spirit and soul; furthermore, he had no limit on using incarnations. As for Zhang Tie, the secret skills in the "Incarnation Section" was the essence of Great Wilderness Sutra, those tricks in the "Gains Section" and the "Controlling Section" were just auxiliary.
Zhang Tie had not imagined that the superficial witchcraft about raising poisonous parasites in the "Gains Section" and the "Controlling Section" grasped by the 18 mountain caves in the south border of Taixia Country could dominate a region in the south border of Taixia Country and had to be encircled and annihilated by Lord Guangnan's troops. After being poisoned by such a trivial witchcraft, even a black iron knight could not bear it and could only deteriorate day by day until death...
Zhang Tie realized that he had underestimated the power of those "small tricks" in the Great Wilderness Sutra.
'It was reasonable for the Great Wilderness Sect to become the unrivaled force in the vast south border of Taixia Country with the classic Great Wilderness Sutra. As I gained Great Wilderness Sutra easily by accident, plus so many trump cards, I didn't pay much attention to those small tricks in Great Wilderness Sutra. Perhaps, these "small tricks" which I disdain to cultivate have become the supreme secret skill and the capital for the others to be tyrannical in one region.'
'No wonder Cloud Crane mentioned that he wanted to return to the south border of Taixia Country in his letter. It seems that the south border of Taixia Country is really a big stage of Great Wilderness Sutra.
Bai Suxian's question was just a piece of cake for Zhang Tie. It was too simple for Zhang Tie to relieve the toxicity of the witchcraft parasites. According to the Great Wilderness Sutra, there were 12 kinds of witchcraft of insects above LV 6, which were respectively "attached witchcraft parasites", "drilled witchcraft parasites", "bloody witchcraft parasites", "force witchcraft parasites", "bow witchcraft parasites", "broken witchcraft parasites", "fighting witchcraft parasites", "incarnation witchcraft parasites", "changing witchcraft parasites", "dragon witchcraft parasites" and "immortal witchcraft parasites". As Broken Gold Witchcraft Parasites were headed by broken parasites, it was a sort of broken witchcraft parasites. Broken witchcraft parasites were LV 11. Only by injecting a LV 11 great wilderness seal into Uncle Zhong's body, Zhang Tie would be able to control those witchcraft parasites inside Uncle Zhong's body and relieve the toxicity of witchcraft parasites.
However, if he relieved the toxicity of witchcraft parasites inside Uncle Zhong's body in a few seconds, even idiots would find that he was cultivating the Great Wilderness Sutra. The great wilderness seals in the Great Wilderness Sutra were the most advanced and ultimate means. Zhang Tie estimated that those who could touch All Spirits Tower and the cultivation of great wilderness seals in the Great Wilderness Sutra should be elites and management among the Great Wilderness Sect. Commoners in the Great Wilderness Sect could only gain a bit superficial knowledge about Great Wilderness Sutra.
'As I gained the complete Great Wilderness Sutra by accident, I could integrate with the various methods and the cultivation method of All-Spirits Pagoda in the Great Wilderness Sutra in the most direct method. Therefore, I simplified the process of the cultivation of the Great Wilderness Sutra and could cultivate it only through reciting endless great wilderness words. Actually, there were hundreds of secret methods on different levels in the "Summon Section", "Amulet Section", "Gains Section", "Controlling Section" and "Incarnation Section".
Take forming All-Spirits Pagoda as an instance, with the assistance of Bright Enlightenment Sutra, he could only impart the secret skill on forming one storey of All-Spirits Tower to his disciples each time. However, it was more sophisticated than forming the entire All-Spirits Pagoda once like how Zhang Tie did. By contrast, the former cultivation method was more twisted and would the cultivators more time.
As Zhang Tie's disciples could not touch the complete Great Wilderness Sutra in the former cultivation method, they would think that their own cultivation method was the best and most correct one. Besides, they would appreciate Zhang Tie pretty much and spend greater efforts in cultivation...
After establishing Iron-Dragon Sect, Zhang Tie could consider humanities as a master of a sect. He could think through how the Great Wilderness Sect carried forward its secret skills and realized that it was too fortunate and unbelievable for him to gain the complete Great Wilderness Sutra.
As the Great Wilderness Sect carried forward its secret skills step by step, it was exterminated due to the Great Wilderness Sutra; after the Great Wilderness Sect was exterminated, some secret skills of Great Wilderness Sect were still carried forward in the numerous mountains in the south border of Taixia Country. Therefore, Cloud Crane warned Zhang Tie in the letter that he could seek for an opportunity in the south border of the Eastern Continent if he was ambitious to be a dominator in one region...
Bai Suxian and the disease of Uncle Zhong reminded Zhang Tie of many things. He thought through many problems about the Great Wilderness Sect at once...
Noticing that Zhang Tie was silent, Bai Suxian thought that Zhang Tie was thinking about how to cure the Broken Gold Witchcraft Parasites of Uncle Zhong seriously. She could not imagine that the Broken Gold Witchcraft Parasites enabled Zhang Tie to have a higher insight about the current situation facing the south border of Taixia Country and the history of the Great Wilderness Sect...
Wise ones could observe the overall situation through details.
Perhaps, Zhang Tie had not discovered it that his experience and wisdom had entered higher realms after so many years of practice.
Zhang Tie was indeed thinking about relieving the broken gold witchcraft parasites. The relationship between Uncle Zhong and Bai Suxian was unusual. Additionally, Zhang Tie knew that Uncle Zhong was really concerned about and liked Bai Suxian. Therefore, he determined to give a favor to Uncle Zhong.
Being different than how Bai Suxian thought about, Zhang Tie was not considering how to relieve the toxicity of witchcraft parasites of Uncle Zhong rapidly; conversely, he was thinking about how to postpone the effect of the toxicity of witchcraft parasites...
Actually, Zhang Tie could relieve the toxicity of Broken Gold Witchcraft Parasites in less than 1 minute; however, he couldn't do that.
After recalling the contents in the Great Wilderness Sutra, Zhang Tie found a solution among the secret methods of the "Amulet Section" which could relieve the toxicity of Broken Gold Witchcraft Parasites. Although he didn't need to use a great wilderness seal, this solution was still too effective.
According to the secret method in the "Amulet Section", he could relieve the toxicity of witchcraft parasites inside the body of Uncle Zhong within 3 days by a secret recipe. However, Uncle Zhong had stayed in Xuanyuan Hill so many years. So many famous human doctors could not relieve the witchcraft parasites inside his body, including those in the Lord Guangnan's Mansion in the south border of Taixia Country. If he cured it in 3 days like treating common influenza, it would be too eye-catching...
Actually, Zhang Tie had a plan in Xuanyuan Hill, he didn't want to be too eye-catching in this situation; otherwise, it might ruin his plan.
"There might be a solution about this Broken Gold Witchcraft Parasites!" Zhang Tie said with a solemn look purposefully while frowning.
After hearing Zhang Tie's words, Bai Suxian became spirited at once. Even Uncle Zhong became amazed. Previously, he thought that Miss just asked Cui Li about the possible solution out of concern and felt warm about that; however, he had not imagined that this man could relieve the toxicity of Broken Gold Witchcraft Parasites casually. If it could be cured so easily, he didn't need to stay in Xuanyuan Hill so many years at all. If a naughty boy said this, Uncle Zhong would just treat it as a f*art; however, it was told by an earth knight, who had great military exploits in the Earth-elements Realm and just established Iron-Dragon Sect. Such a person would not open his mouth easily. Therefore, Uncle Zhong became amazed.
"Ahh, really?" Bai Suxian immediately grasped Zhang Tie's arm.
Zhang Tie slowly nodded as he laid out his opinion, "I met some friends, one of them is a powerhouse of the Church of Patron in the Western Continent who excels at controlling animals and various secret methods of the Church; the other one is a voodoo pharmacist. When I stayed with them, I've learned too much from them, plus that I'm interested in this aspect and have some insight about it, I might be able to cure the toxicity of witchcraft parasites inside Uncle Zhong!"
This time, Uncle Zhong widely opened his mouth out of amazement as he watched Zhang Tie with a bizarre eye light. Someone had told Uncle Zhong about what Zhang Tie had just told him. After treating Uncle Zhong for about half a year in vain, that person told Uncle Zhong that very few people could relieve the toxicity of witchcraft parasites unless bringing a new life to the one who executed the witchcraft parasites; otherwise, he should seek for help from a powerhouse who excelled at controlling animals and voodoo skills. Because witchcraft parasites was an inter-disciplinary secret method of animals controlling and voodoo skills. Those who excelled at controlling animals and voodoo skills might have a solution to relieve the toxicity of Broken Gold Witchcraft Parasites.
The one who told Uncle Zhong about this was an imperial doctor of Taixia Country. After treating him for about half a year, the doctor reached the above conclusion. However, this man in front of him could tell him about the essence of the solution only after meeting him for less than half an hour. Therefore, Uncle Zhong had a bit confidence in Zhang Tie at once...


After the Catastrophe, every rule in the world was rewritten.
In the Age of Black Iron, steel, iron, steam engines and fighting force became the crux in which human beings depended on to survive.
A commoner boy by the name Zhang Tie was selected by the gods of fortune and was gifted a small tree which could constantly produce various marvelous fruits. At the same time, Zhang Tie was thrown into the flames of war, a three-hundred-year war between humans and demons on the vacant continent. Using crystals to tap into the potentials of the human body, one must cultivate to become stronger.
The thrilling legends of mysterious clans, secrets of Oriental fantasies, numerous treasures and legacies in the underground world — All in the Castle of Black Iron!
Written by Drunk Tiger, this novel is a prime example of fantasy steampunk. Let us journey through the world of limitless possibilities and inventions together!
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**Warning: This novel contains mature content**


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