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032 Small Little Things

The Boss stood at the center of the tent, overseeing the food distribution with effortless command. A blue mask concealed the upper half of her face, hiding the color of her eyes. Her long black hair, tied in a loose ponytail, framed her face with a few stray strands. She was not tall, nor did she exude raw intimidation, yet the way she carried herself—calm, measured, authoritative—left no room for disorder.

She moved with practiced ease, ladling out bowls of porridge in steady rhyt...

031 Street Kid

The festival was in full swing, and for once, I wasn’t thinking about schemes, cultivation, or impending death. Just three fellows wandering through the night, each enjoying it in their own way.

Fan Shi gnawed on a skewered grasshopper, the kind of street food that looked like it had crawled off the stick on its own. She chewed with perfect indifference, while I made a point of looking anywhere but at her.

Jia Yun, on the other hand, was the picture of refinement, holding a stic...

030 Chibi Perfume

“I’m glad. I promise it’ll be worth your time. I’ll do my best to impress and make it an enjoyable evening.”

The words had barely left my mouth before I realized how they sounded.

"The night is still young."

Okay. That was worse.

Jia Yun flinched—just slightly, but I caught it. A tiny hesitation, a flicker of unease in her eyes.

Crap.

I still hadn’t fully adjusted to this world. How the hell did people invite someone to hang out in xianxia wit...

029 Wrong Phrasing

Jia Yun dreamt of soaring palaces.

Of jade spires wreathed in mist, polished floors gleaming under moonlight, and silken halls brimming with laughter. She dreamt of gentle hands brushing through her hair, of murmured words promising that she was special. That she was cherished.

She dreamt of love.

And then, she dreamt of its ruin.

The gazes that once held pride turned distant. The hands that once comforted her grew cold. The halls that once echoed with laughter fell si...

028 Healing Hand

It was a mess.

I had not expected it to turn out like this.

Elder Pan Xia did not linger. The instant Jia Yun collapsed, he bolted from his seat—rushing from the VIP section to the arena floor below. His reaction was almost comical in its delay, as if he had only just remembered his duty as an Elder at the last possible moment, panic overriding his initial shock.

I couldn't fault him.

The weight of realization must have struck him like a hammer.

Being hit by Di...

027 Divine Possession

Jia Yun was winning.

Not just by a small margin—she was utterly overwhelming Fan Shi.

She was faster. Stronger.

Her three tails lashed through the air, her movements fluid as drifting mist, yet sharp as honed steel. With every flick of her wrist, her fans sent out slicing arcs of wind and shards of ice, each strike a seamless blend of elegance and lethality.

Fan Shi barely evaded each assault, her steps growing more frantic, her breath coming faster. She was struggli...

026 Unreasonably Foxy

Fan Shi’s breath came ragged. Her body ached, her limbs burned, and though the gap between her and Jia Yun was only three stars, it felt as though she were striking an iron wall with bare fists.

Each time her chains lashed out, they met only ice—walls rising in an instant, absorbing the impact before twisting into jagged spikes that hurtled toward her. She dodged, but her movements grew sluggish, exhaustion weighing her down like lead.

And then there were the illusions.

...

025 Betting Games

Fan Shi moved like a shadow, her sleeves fluttering as chains shot forth in a blur. The metallic links twisted and coiled, an unpredictable barrage seeking to ensnare Jia Yun.

Jia Yun, in contrast, wielded her fans with effortless grace. With a flick of her wrist, a gust of wind howled forth, repelling the chains and kicking up a swirl of dust. Fan Shi adjusted her stance, undeterred.

This wasn’t a battle of raw strength—it was speed against control, deception against precisio...

024 Fourth Day

The fourth day of the festival had arrived. For me, it was nearly the fifth since I had been cast into this world.

An attendant led me through the sprawling estate of City Governor Ren Jin. His pace was excruciatingly slow—understandable for a mere mortal, but frustrating nonetheless. The manor itself was vast, a testament to wealth and power, with polished stone floors that sent echoes drifting through the quiet corridors.

Why was I here?

Ren Jin had graciously provided l...

023 Arrangements

I didn’t resist.

I mean, what else could I do? Punch my way out of an arrest? That sounded like a great way to make things worse. So, I just stood there as the glowing band around my wrists tightened, locking me in some spell-infused restraint.

I didn’t have much experience with the law—either in my past life or this one—but my gut told me that keeping my mouth shut was the smartest move.

Of course, I had to say something to avoid looking too guilty.

“I ...

022 Ash Tasting

I crouched and ran my fingers through the scorched earth where my Heavenly Punishment had struck. The once-solid ground had turned to fine, dark ash, exuding a faint scent of cinder and metal. It reminded me of molten iron in a forge. I scooped up a handful, letting it slip between my fingers. The texture was… too refined, unnatural for mere dirt that had existed moments ago.

Jiang Zhen, ever the meddler, leaned in and took a pinch of the ash. Instead of merely inspecting it, he did t...

021 Strongest Strike

What kind of skills would a Paladin lack?  Movement techniques. I had two or three that enhanced my speed, but none that could let me flicker through the battlefield like a sword cultivator or an assassin. And in this duel, sheer speed was a fool’s gambit—Jiang Zhen’s confidence suggested he could be faster.

He smirked. “What are you waiting for? The festival might end before you even make a move.”

I ignored his taunts. In Lost Legends Online, skills fell into three...

020 Three Strikes Again?

Jiang Zhen studied me, his dark eyes deep and unreadable beneath the shadow of his brow. The disguise of a simple goldfish vendor was gone, but he still wore the same earth-toned robes of a common peddler. Yet his presence had changed entirely.

Before, he had seemed like just another old man in the marketplace—eccentric, perhaps, but ultimately unremarkable. Now, he stood like an immovable mountain, exuding an effortless authority honed by years of power.

The white in his hair h...

019 Phoenix Feather

Jiang Zhen rarely had the chance to slip away from the Sect and enjoy himself.

Most of the time, the Elders would throw a fit—or worse, threaten self-harm.

"Sect Master, if you leave now, I will set myself on fire!"
"Sect Master, if you disappear again, I shall starve myself to death!"
"Sect Master, we are still recovering from last time! What if another demonic beast appears?"

Jiang Zhen sighed.

It wasn’t his fault they were so dra...

018 Delayed Destiny

A walk after lunch.

The further we went, the quieter the city became. While the festival’s main streets still bustled with energy, this forested part of Yellow Dragon City had a more subdued air. Guards patrolled the paths, their armor gleaming in the afternoon sun. Families picnicked beneath the trees, enjoying the festival in their own way. Vendors had set up along the road, selling roasted snacks, carved talismans, and fragrant teas brewed from local herbs.

Gu Jie walked besi...

017 The Orthodox Unorthodoxy

We stepped beyond the archway, leaving the arena behind. The energy of the crowd still lingered—cheers, laughter, and the occasional groan from those who had wagered their entire purse on the wrong contender.

Gu Jie held the fishbowl close, her arms wrapped around it as if cradling a sacred relic. Inside, Ren Jingyi swam lazily, unbothered by the festival’s commotion.

"Master, shouldn’t we collect your winnings?" Gu Jie asked, quickening her pace to match mine.

I sighe...

016 Wind VS Chains

The third day of the festival.

For me, barely my fourth day in this world.

Gu Jie walked beside me, cradling Ren Jingyi’s new home as if it were a sacred artifact. The fishbowl—a vessel large enough to fit a human head—was a fine purchase, complete with a wire attachment for carrying. If adjusted properly, I could even wear it like a bag.

I had spent good money on this.

Yet Gu Jie clutched it with both hands, her grip tight, knuckles white, as if she expected dis...

015 Respectable Goldfish

The goldfish stall was quiet today. An old man lounged behind the counter, idly munching on a skewer of candied hawthorn, utterly oblivious to the storm about to descend upon him. The sight of him enjoying his snack, completely unbothered, only fueled my resolve.

I had witnessed something amusing earlier, so I was in a fine mood. But that didn’t mean I would overlook the old man’s past transgressions. No, today was the day of my triumphant return.

After sending Gu Jie on an er...

014 Willpower

From what I had gathered, the participants had to be under fifty years old. Not that it mattered to me—I had no way of gauging anyone’s true strength beyond what my eyes could perceive, and even that had its limits.

I sighed, watching as the gambling attendants made their final rounds.

“The betting period has officially closed!” one of them announced, waving a scroll above his head.

A pity. I hadn’t even placed a bet.

Not that it would have made a difference....

013 Second Day

The second day of the festival was livelier than the first.

The streets teemed with even more people, and the tournament venue was packed to the brim. A towering archway marked the entrance, with two long queues stretching before it.

Gu Jie stood just ahead of me, arms crossed, surveying the scene with an indifferent gaze. Gone was the ill-fated robe from last night—today, she wore a black robe embroidered with crimson serpents, its fabric flowing like shadows under the morning ...

012 Three Moves

Kang Shi stood before me, radiating arrogance.

His long, dark hair was tied loosely behind him, and his sharp, greedy eyes sized up the world as if it already belonged to him. His features were chiseled, his posture aggressive—he carried himself like someone who had never known defeat, who believed his place above others was ordained by fate.

The smirk on his lips widened.

“Three moves?” Kang Shi scoffed, amusement flashing across his face. “Fine! I shall indulge you...

011 Dinner Interruption

A meal at an expensive inn should have been a luxury, but instead, it felt dull.

I sat at a finely carved wooden table, absently twirling my chopsticks in a plate of fried noodles. Across from me, Gu Jie signaled a waitress and ordered a dish of greens. The lanterns overhead cast warm, flickering shadows, but even the cozy ambiance couldn’t distract me from my thoughts.

I needed a way to gauge power levels.

In Lost Legends Online, it had been simple—every player had a Le...

010 A Commoner’s Wisdom

I narrowed my eyes at the fragile paper scoop in my hand. The thin net quivered as I dipped it into the water, aiming for a goldfish drifting lazily in the tank. My movements were precise, calculated. I was a Paladin, damn it. My reflexes were honed beyond mortal limits, my body refined to perfection.

And yet—

Rip.

The moment I lifted the net, the delicate paper tore as if mocking me.

I stared at the water in silence, watching the goldfish swim away unbothered. My sc...

009 Goldfish Wins

The moment she stepped beyond the Senior’s presence, Gu Jie’s expression changed.

Gone was the hesitation, the fleeting embarrassment—only cold calculation remained. She moved with the easy grace of a predator, shoulders loose, gaze sharp.

The gold coins in her hand were no ordinary currency. Even a halfwit could tell they were relics of foreign lands, the kind that could fetch a small fortune in the right hands. Carrying them carelessly was inviting disaster.

She slip...

008 Gold & Dignity

We finished our bowls of noodles, leaving nothing but a slick sheen of broth at the bottom. The meal had been satisfying—rich, savory, and exactly what I needed after a long morning of singing and wandering the city.

Still, I wasn’t quite ready to leave.

I gestured for the server. “Do you have any dessert?”

It was a long shot. A place like this might not have the delicacies I was used to, but to my surprise, the server’s eyes brightened.

“Yes, Young Master!...

007 A Bard for a Day

The gathering of cultivators quickly lost its appeal. At first, watching them descend from the sky on flying swords, chariots, leaves, and clouds had been impressive, but the novelty faded fast. Their grand entrances earned hushed whispers and admiration, yet beneath all that spectacle, they were just more posturing elites.

I had no reason to care anymore beyond my interest.

So, I left.

The streets bustled with activity, a lively contrast to the stiff arrogance of the c...

006 The Gathering Storm

Gu Jie dropped to one knee so suddenly that, for a moment, I thought she had collapsed. But no—her posture was deliberate, her hands clenched into fists, and her eyes burned with unwavering resolve.

“Please allow me to follow you!” she declared, voice steady despite its tremor. “I may be unworthy, but I swear upon my life—I will serve you with all that I am.”

I frowned.

Not this again.

NPCs were easy to dismiss. People? Real people? Not so much.

“Yo...

005 Interrogation

With a flick of my wrist, I retrieved a pair of plush, cushioned chairs from my Item Box, letting them appear as if by magic. Gu Jie’s eyes widened in shock, and I had to admit, her reaction was satisfying.

Who in their right mind would waste storage space on furniture?

Well, I would.

Back in Lost Legends Online, I had planned to sell looted furnishings for quick cash… when the accident suddenly occurred. The game didn’t care if you stripped a dungeon down to its last ...

004 Research

To an extent, I have an idea what kind of world this was… but again, I am not big on Xianxia.

Morning arrived, casting golden light over the city and washing away the lingering coolness of the night. The air carried the rich aroma of sizzling street food, freshly brewed tea, and the faint traces of incense. The once-quiet streets had transformed into a sea of movement, alive with the voices of merchants, travelers, and cultivators alike.

Silk banners fluttered overhead as vendor...

003 Sword Dance

I began with careful experiments.

First, my speed.

The ancient tree stood to my left, the ruined fountain ahead. I focused, tensed my muscles, and moved. The world blurred—stone cracked beneath my step, wind howled past my ears. When I stopped, the tree was behind me.

Too fast. My balance wavered for an instant.

Again.

I adjusted, grounding myself before vanishing from one spot to the next. This time, I accounted for momentum, slowing just before I stopped. Muc...