Persimmon activated her [Story] ability on the book "Jinsè" (The Inlaid Zither).
The book "Jinsè" began to shake violently, and the two characters "Jinsè" on the cover started to blur.
Five minutes later.
Persimmon was sweating profusely. Her hands were still tightly pressed on the book as she continued to activate her ability.
"What kind of book is this? It's so difficult. Usually, it only takes me a maximum of one and a half minutes at a time! My power is almost drained. If it doesn't work soon, I won't be able to hold on."
Chen Miemie looked at the book "Jinsè".
Currently, only one of the "Wang" radicals in the character "Sè" (the second character of "Jinsè") had just disappeared, while the character "Jǐn" (the first character) was still very clear.
Judging by this progress, it seemed that only about one - tenth of the task was completed.
Chen Miemie stood up, walked to Persimmon's side, and placed his hand on her shoulder. "My power will help you. Don't resist."
The pale yellow moonlight flowed into Persimmon's body through her shoulder.
Persimmon had never felt such a pure power before. This power was not only pure but also perfectly compatible with her [Mystery]. It was simply incredible.
"What kind of power is this?" Persimmon, who had received a power boost, even had the energy to chat.
"Didn't you say that the only thing similar to [Story] is [Time]?"
"Humph, if you don't want to say, just don't. You're still lying. Time is a power that no earthly creature can possess."
Half an hour later.
"Finally finished. Here, this is your current story. If the thing you want to do is very difficult, focus your writing. You only have one chance to write, so make good use of it yourself."
Chen Miemie looked at Persimmon, who was drenched in sweat as if she had been fished out of the water.
"Thank you for your help. It's obvious that you've consumed a great deal, even losing some of your limited lifespan. In this shop, since you've completed my commission, you can receive the payment I owe. What do you want?"
Persimmon smiled weakly. "Haven't I already obtained a story called 'Jinsè'? I really like this story. If you don't mind, can I record this story as my payment?"
Chen Miemie fell silent.
This was hardly a payment.
Persimmon had no other desires. The only thing she wanted was immortality, which he couldn't give her.
Before Chen Miemie could come up with an alternative solution, Persimmon had already stood up.
"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your default, shopkeeper. Don't worry. After I take the beginning of the story, I'll leave you room to adapt it to perfection.
I've been out for a long time, and there are still many things waiting for me to handle at home. Well, shopkeeper, see you again if there's a chance."
Chen Miemie silently walked her to the door and waved goodbye.
Watching her figure walking towards the [Gap of the Door], Chen Miemie suddenly called out, "Persimmon, what year is it now?"
Persimmon didn't stop. Before squeezing through the [Gap of the Door], she left a slightly blurred voice. "Year 120 of the Seventh Era."
Chen Miemie didn't step out of the shop door.
He cherished this opportunity to travel through time and didn't want to waste it in vain.
Back in the shop.
He sat on the sofa, holding the "Jinsè" with a blank cover in both hands.
He felt something on the book. This book could now be opened.
"Hmm, this feel. What is this?"
Chen Miemie felt a foreign object in the spine of the book. He gently pulled it, and found it was a slightly glowing feather pen.
Then, he gently opened the first page.
As the page opened, a new title appeared on the cover: "The Second City, The Library of Seals".
When the page was fully opened.
A beam of light shot out from the book. This light merged with the light spots that made up [Huangyi].
Then, the light flashed suddenly, and Chen Miemie fell onto the table and instantly fell asleep.
The book, which was no longer held, fell from mid - air and was just pressed under his arm, serving as a pillow.
A large group of strange creatures in the shop surrounded the table where the book was placed. By instinct, they seemed to know that they should guard Chen Miemie and this book at this time.
One moment, Chen Miemie was in the shop, and the next, he appeared outside the city gate of the Library of Seals.
He stood on a small hill, in front of which was a sedan chair parked in the middle of the road.
"Hold on, sister. We'll definitely be able to get back to the city." A young man's voice came.
"Yeah," the girl's response was very soft.
A young man and a young woman, wearing dark blue long gowns, supported each other as they walked out of the nearby forest.
Both of their clothes were full of scratches, and they also had many abrasions on their bodies.
Chen Miemie immediately recognized them as Yi Zhu and Yi Xian, the brother and sister.
A broom flew over from behind the siblings, shouting as it flew, "Hahaha, you can't escape. Don't make any useless struggles. Cooperate with me, [Rebel Broom]. As long as you can hold out for 10 minutes, I promise I won't chase you anymore."
Having no other choice, Yi Zhu pulled Yi Xian and rushed into the sedan chair.
Immediately afterwards, another Chen Miemie, with a cold face, lifted the curtain of the sedan chair and walked out, starting to confront the [Rebel Broom].
Chen Miemie knew that this was the scene when he first came to the Library of Seals.
"So, I've entered my own storybook. In that case, to distinguish myself from the me in the story, I'll temporarily call myself [Chen Miemie]."
[Chen Miemie] found that he seemed to be very "light" now. It wasn't the lightness in terms of weight, but more like the lightness in terms of existence.
Watching Chen Miemie play around with the [Rebel Broom] and gain the Yi siblings as guides, [Chen Miemie] followed the three of them towards the city gate of the Library of Seals.
After the three of them entered the city gate, [Chen Miemie] also followed. He found that the people around him seemed to be completely unable to see him.
Several passers - by walked straight towards him without dodging.
The first two times, he still dodged a little. The third time, he found that he didn't need to dodge, and they wouldn't collide.
The passers - by didn't pass through his body. Instead, it was as if they were the two opposite poles of a magnet. When they got close enough, [Chen Miemie], this very "light" existence, would be pushed away, while the passer - by didn't notice at all and wasn't affected by any reaction force.
"So, I'm in a different dimension from the people in the story now. I can't touch them, and they can't detect me?"
After having this conjecture, [Chen Miemie] immediately started to experiment.
He first made faces at several children, but the children didn't react.
Then he rushed forcefully towards an adult passer - by. As a result, the other person showed no sign of abnormality, and he himself was bounced back.
Finally, he even ran in front of Chen Miemie and the Yi siblings and stared at them eye to eye. Not only the three of them, but also the strange creatures on Chen Miemie's body were completely unaware of him.
After groping around for a while, [Chen Miemie] began to think: If he couldn't affect the people and things in this book's world, how could he write the story he wanted to happen in the book?
He started to check his pockets.
After rummaging around for a while, he found the slightly glowing feather pen in his pocket.
This pen made of feathers was extremely light, just like him. It couldn't be seen by others, but with this feather pen, he could move a leaf on the side of the road!
"This is the only medium through which I can interact with the world in the book!"
Chen Miemie knew that this quill pen would be the key for him to write stories.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
