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Chapter 10

Novel: Life Going Wild With Plug-ins 带挂装逼, 最为致命 by Shi Zi Qing 十字卿

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^..^ : Sorry for how late this update is!! School has kind of been kicking my ass but I’m definitely still working on this~

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        In these few days I had experienced great joy and also great grief, feeling very exhausted. After I finished digging through my lunch as if I was lost in a state of disappointment, I only wanted to go to sleep again.

　　 Ye Tan raised his eyebrows and said: "Master’s physical condition, seems to have suddenly improved."

　　 That’s right, I could now sit on a chair at the table to eat a meal like a normal person, which was remarkable progress.

　　 Rubbing between his eyebrows, Ye Tan asked again: "Is there anything troubling Master?"

        "I have some questions to ask you." After this meal, I was able to rest my thoughts for a while, so I carefully sorted out the events of the past few days. "I don't know if these things have anything to do with me. If you’re unwilling to mention it, I won’t force you."

　　 Ye Tan respectfully said: "Master, please continue."

　　

        I nodded: "First, I went back to the inn yesterday to pick up a book. Why would someone want to capture me? Who is Ze Que and what is his objective? In his speech he mentioned Yue Changsheng, so who is Yue Changsheng? Second, Ze Que said that you were banished by the Second Young Master, so who is the Second Young Master? Was he also your former master? But a few days ago at Nightrunner, the shopkeeper clearly said that Shadow Guards were employed for life, yet why did you change masters? Also…"

　　 I paused, not wanting to touch on his past, but I was truly curious: "Ze Que seems to be very interested in your swordsmanship, what is the actual reason you lost all your martial arts?"

　　The questions were done, yet no answer could be heard. Ye Tan seemed to have completely forgotten the etiquette to avoid my eyes, silently staring at me.

　　 "I'm sorry. It might involve hurtful past events for you..." I hurriedly waved my hands around, "It’s fine if you don’t want to talk about it, I just asked without thinking."

　　 "Master has misunderstood. This servant is just… a bit surprised." Ye Tan said meaningfully, "It turns out that Master has been thinking so carefully, this servant did not realize it."

　　 I apprehensively thought: Is he praising or insulting me?

        "The first thing is indeed this servant’s fault. This servant indeed wrote down Zhongli Court Yue Changsheng. Yue Changsheng is the most favored guest of Zhongli Court’s Eldest Young Master, Zhongli Zixu. For living expenses in and out of the city, as long as this name is given, Zhongli Court will take care of it. It was this servant who dared to assume Master was him, because except for Yue Changsheng... this servant cannot find a second person with such an appearance as Master.” Ye Tan lowered his head, apologetic, "Unfortunately, this servant is dumb, and guessed wrong. Even causing Master to put himself in danger, the blame is all on me."

　　 "So where is Zhongli Court?"

        "Zhongli Court is east of Changluo by a hundred li,* of a centuries-old prestigious family, well-known in both the light and dark paths. Nowadays, the Eldest Young Master has a prodigal temperament, indulging and playing around everywhere, while everything in and out is organized by the Second Young Master. The Second Young Master is uniquely intelligent and successful in business, not only winning the support of many Jianghu sects but also making connections with influential officials in Chaozhong, and has been like the sun at noon* these past two years. Ze Que is one of the best swordsmen under the command of the Eldest Young Master, and his name is famous in the present age."

*li = traditional Chinese unit of measurement, equivalent to half a kilometer

*like the sun at noon = idiom, referring to things at their prime

　　 "That's weird." I rubbed my chin, "Don't you think something is wrong?"

　　 Ye Tan said: "Master’s thoughts, this servant does not dare to guess."

　　 I sighed: "Can we just have a nice conversation?"

　　 Ye Tan said with great respect: "Nightrunner’s orders, we only take care of killing people, not asking right or wrong."

　　

　　 I suddenly felt the road ahead was long and endless, covering my face and sighing.

　　

　　 Ye Tan hurriedly said: "If Master orders it... this servant will try his best."

　　 At this, I finally nodded with satisfaction: "Young people are worth teaching."

　　 Ye Tan lowered his head and thought about it, then said: "This servant dares to guess, as Yue Changsheng is a favored guest, if he was still at their residence, Ze Que would have known that Master was faking his identity before he arrived."

　　 "Yes, not only is Yue Changsheng not at Zhongli Court, even his whereabouts are unknown to anyone." I nodded in agreement, then continued, "But that doesn’t really have anything to do with us."

　　 Ye Tan anxiously said: "But Master beat Ze Que, which could also be considered an insult to the reputation of Zhongli Court. They have been going smoothly with the current* for many years, I’m afraid they won’t swallow their anger."

*going smoothly with the current = idiom, being successful without any obstacles

　　 He was willing to speak normally, so I became happy and asked, "That Second Young Master, was he your former master?"

　　 Ye Tan was flustered for quite a while, before replying: "...Yes."

        I waited quietly for a long time, until he spoke again: "Second Young Master, he... Zhongli Zixi, is one of the most talented and outstanding heroes of the present day, whether literary skill or martial arts, nothing is difficult for him. Unfortunately, my skills were not proficient, not strong enough to protect the master, and my martial arts were destroyed. The Second Young Master was capable with noble aspirations, and keeping me was useless, so he returned me to Nightrunner."

　　 I thought it was strange and said: “Then why did the boss at Nightrunner say it was employment for life?”

        "Actually, those words are not exactly wrong." Ye Tan sighed, saying, "The Shadow Guards of Nightrunner can be returned. It's just that since the establishment of Nightrunner, no one has ever been returned... This servant can be considered the first case in history."

　　 "So why is that?"

　　 "Because..." Ye Tan gazed out the window, and there seemed to be emotions surging in the look in his eyes, "The procedure of sending someone back to Nightrunner, is a thousand times more troublesome than killing the Shadow Guard directly."

　　 I frowned.

　　

        "For us Shadow Guards who aren’t even fit to have a name, death and injuries are trivial and common. But to return a Shadow Guard, the master must take the Shadow Guard back and forth between the branch office and the headquarters, consuming a lot of resources and effort to do all kinds of certifications, and establish contact with people high and low at Nightrunner, getting them to agree to take back such a disgraceful degenerate. People who buy Shadow Guards, are all wealthy and respectable, so who would be willing to waste their energy running for a worthless untouchable? It would be better to kill them simply and easily."

　　 I couldn’t help but become speechless.

　　

　　 "...This Second Young Master, did not hesitate to save your life at all costs, he probably really liked you." I mouth twitched as I spoke.

　　 Ye Tan seemed shocked: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

　　 I cocked my head to the side: "Ye Tan, tell me honestly, if I didn’t buy you that day, what would have become of you?"

　　 Ye Tan calmly said: "This servant definitely could not last two nights."

　　 "Isn't that really weird?" I shrugged, "Zhongli Zixi insists on saving your life, but then doesn’t heal your wounds, what’s going on in that mind of his?"

　　 "The Second Young Master is a dragon and phoenix among people*, and his thoughts... this servant has never understood."

*dragon and phoenix among people = idiom, a genius / great person

　　 I squinted at him and thought over it several times, and increasingly felt that there was something more in Ye Tan's words.

　　

　　 Not to interrupt him reminiscing, I unhurriedly got up and went out.

　　 As I was just about to leave the courtyard, Ye Tan finally reacted: "Master is going out?"

　　 I curved the corners of my mouth: "To drink tea and pick up girls."

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Chapter 9

Novel: Life Going Wild With Plug-ins 带挂装逼, 最为致命 by Shi Zi Qing 十字卿

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        I couldn’t remember how to put an end to all this embarrassment so I once again shoved Ye Tan back into the room, probably because my mind was too muddled.

　　 But before closing the door, I saw that the Shadow Guard’s eyes were bright, so I assumed it wasn’t a bad thing.

　　

　　 In order to save the fragile beds of the doctor’s place, I lay down again in the middle of the courtyard and continued to get caught up in my misgivings. It wasn't until the sun moved westward and stars covered the curtain of night that I fell into a deep sleep.

　　 I didn’t know when, unable to make head or tail of it, I somehow cut into the modifier interface again.

　　 Coming directly from the land of dreams, I didn’t immediately realize what happened, but as I was contemplating, I saw the projection from the real-time monitor.

　　 At this time, the sky was already gradually getting brighter, and Ye Tan was leaned over and half-kneeling beside my sleeping body, his hair hanging down and covering my face.

　　

　　 ...Isn't he really kissing me?!!

　　 I didn’t guess wrong!! Launching the program is really the action of Ye Tan kissing me?!

　　

　　 This is alarming, what kind of mentality did I hold when I set this activating condition?! What happened during the 75 years of preparation?! Is there something wrong with my brain???

　　

　　 While I was shocked, I also diligently tried to figure it out: It was the same action during the day, but it failed to activate successfully. Could the difference be because I took the initiative during the day? It turns out that Ye Tan has to take the initiative, while I can't know it myself, so I have to be kissed secretly...??

　　 With this conclusion, I feel more and more that I am really toxic.

　　

　　 On the other side, Ye Tan was already satisfied, standing up. He was holding a square plate in his hand, along with a few sets of bowls and chopsticks. It seemed that he had just gone to get breakfast and returned. I composed myself, then hurriedly went to change the data.

　　 In the cultivation box, there were no less than 7 extra zeroes, which was 50000000. It seems that I was truly very startled at the time...

　　 I deleted a few 0s with shame, but I didn’t know how much would be normal to put, was there anything I could use as a reference?

        The data of the people I had met recently happened to show up on the side. Ye Tan’s martial arts were completely gone, and all the values ​​were so extremely low that they had no meaning as a reference. The others were of ordinary people, which were also all very low, so I searched some more... Here it is, Ze Que.

　　 His data was truly very beautiful, and copying it wouldn’t be excessive, but there was something strange that caught my attention.

　　

　　 The column indicating life energy HP, unexpectedly showed:

　　 HP: 40/3000

　　

        What happened? The upper limit of 3000 is naturally what a good warrior should have, but now only 40 is left. Doesn't this mean that he is on the verge of dying?

　　 I was a bit curious, but I couldn’t turn on real-time monitoring on his side. The option was gray, requiring you to first obtain administrator rights.

　　

　　 I had to give up, going to change other things first. I almost exactly copied Ze Que’s data, but added 500 more for each item. This way even if I had to fight him in the future, I could at least easily protect Ye Tan and retreat.

　　 After saving my ability stats, I felt much more relieved. Next is what excites me the most, money...!

        How much should I change it to? I need at least enough to pay the inn... Pah, I can’t be that poor. I want to buy ten big mansions, hire a hundred chefs, open up gourmet restaurants, and collect many, many beds. I never want to sleep on limestone again in my life, really!

　　 Hmph, let's make it one hundred million taels first, if it’s not enough I’ll add more!

　　 I smugly entered a series of 0s, cheerfully hitting Enter.

　　

　　 A prompt popped up: [By default, excess gold coins are placed in the main character’s surroundings. Do you confirm?]

　　Confirm.

　　

        A golden light flashed, and swoosh swoosh swoosh, there was an enormous amount of gold in the yard, piled layer after layer even higher than the ceilings. The entire courtyard was bursting full of gold in an instant, and not being able to fit inside, it could only continue to spread out, persistently manifesting on the streets outside. The gold bars made branches bend and sank down ceilings, flowing everywhere like a mountainous flash flood.

　　 For a moment, the medical hall was bright and bejeweled, dazzling inside and out.

　　 Ye Tan was scared into a shock by this magnificent scene, and with a tremor in his hands, the porcelain plates he was holding shattered all over the ground.

　　

　　 Immediately afterwards, the interface suddenly turned red, and with a beep, I was forced to exit the modifier.

　　 When I opened my eyes, Ye Tan was looking back at me. The plates in his hands were steady, and the porcelain dishes and bowls were properly placed inside.

　　 The surroundings contained only a cool breeze blowing gently, without a trace of gold.

　　

　　 ...This beep, I’m familiar with.

        This is.

　　 System.

        Fucking.

        Retraction.

　　

　　 Just then, when the modifier encountered an error and I was kicked out, it was accompanied by a few lines of words: [Error Prompt: Because the previous operation triggered the suspicion of many people in this world, the system automatically retracted the file.]

　　[Remaining system retractions: 1/3]

　　[If the number of retractions exceeds the upper boundary, this world will cease operation permanently.]

　　

　　...I've played too much.

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Chapter 8

Novel: Life Going Wild With Plug-ins 带挂装逼, 最为致命 by Shi Zi Qing 十字卿

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　　 The scenery was bright and beautiful at noon, and a bird call outside the window pulled me back to my senses, finding that the porcelain cup in my hand had been crushed into dust.

　　 Ye Tan, who was wearing a single layer of clothing, leaning at the bedside and flipping through a book, just glanced at me indifferently, no longer being surprised by strange occurrences. At the beginning, he would nervously check whether I was scratched by the porcelain, but the hearts of the people have been degenerated.*

*hearts of the people… = idiom, meaning “men are not how they used to be”

　　 "...I can't stay in this medicine hall any longer." I sighed, shaking the dust off my sleeves, "From when I came back yesterday noon until now, I’ve already crushed 37 cups from the doctor’s place, Doctor Ren is really going to curse at me."

　　 Last time I changed the data too much, and now I was unable to control the absurdly great power in my body. During this period, I was in a tense mental state to preserve my strength, but as long as I was a little bit distracted, my hands would create a dilapidated scene. My willpower was quickly dwindling, at the edge of falling apart at any moment.

　　 The thing that caused the falling apart the most was that I seriously didn’t know how I entered the modifier last time, and now I couldn’t change it back no matter how much I tried.

　　 "Ah Tan*, do you remember yesterday… in the moment just before my faked death, what exactly did we do?" I was unable to figure out the critical points in the situation, and feeling a little irritable, I knocked on the table gently.

*adding Ah in front of names is a form of endearment 

　　 The entire rosewood table immediately collapsed, covering the ground with broken pieces.

　　

　　 Fuck.

　　

　　 "...Master, you could lie down and talk." Ye Tan suggested cautiously.

　　 "But I have already collapsed two beds." I painfully refused. Cups and tables could perhaps be overlooked, but with things like beds, a broken one is missing one. "But I really do have to think about this matter, I'll go lie down in the courtyard."

　　 I softly and quietly opened the door and went out, and Ye Tan also put down his book and got up: "That is also good, this servant will accompany you to sunbathe for a while."

　　 I nodded, concentrated my attention, struck up one hundred thousand points of consciousness, and with fear and trepidation, like walking on thin ice, carried the reclining chair from the inner room to the courtyard. Putting it on the ground gently, I cautiously backed away seven steps before finally letting out a breath: "You can't stand for a long time, lie and rest for a while."

　　 "Master, I can’t. How could this servant be so disrespectful?"

　　 I was familiar with his hard to coax temperament, but I really didn’t have the energy to appease him: “Ah Tan, I’m really very tired, please spare me.”

　　 He pursed his lips, and unexpectedly followed my advice and sat down immediately.

　　 So effortlessly, I was astonished.

　　 It turns out that towards the Shadow Guard, acting miserable is much more effective than appeasing him. I firmly remembered this in my heart.

　　

　　 I removed the weeds and lay down in the middle of the courtyard. The stone and bricks were not very level, and they pressed on me very uncomfortably, but it could still be considered finally being able to relax for a moment.

　　

　　 "Ah Tan."

        "Hm?"

　　 "Being alive, is really, so hard."

　　 "……"

　　

　　 The condition for opening the plug-ins, what was it exactly? Object? Action? Ritual? Words?

　　 I closed my eyes and recalled the situation carefully. I was beaten and thrown by Ze Que, rolled around a few times, and then was supported by Ye Tan. It didn’t seem that I encountered anything special, so the trigger condition shouldn’t be an object.

　　 "Ah Tan, what did you say at the time? Can you say it again?" After thinking so hard to no avail, I had to ask for outside help.

　　 Ye Tan kept silent, so I urged him again, and only then did he respond with a faint mosquito noise: "This servant said…  If I were still at my prime, I would never have let Master suffer this humiliation."

　　 "What was the other sentence?"

　　 Ye Tan refused to say it in any way.

　　

　　 I turned over and got up, saying earnestly: "Ah Tan, can you still move? Is it possible for you to bear it and repeat your actions back then?"

　　 I knew that this was not favorable for his injuries, but it probably wouldn’t change much. Without asking for further opinion, I carried him to the ground, arranging us into the posture from that time, and leaned into his arms.

　　 Ye Tan’s movements were stiff and his expression was even more amazing.

　　 I thought about my own lines, and took the lead in the play: "I’m not your match, so I concede defeat. Okay, Ah Tan, it's your turn."

　　 My expression was eager, but Ye Tan seemed a bit overwhelmed, turning his head away and speaking in a small voice: "...If only it was you that I met in the beginning, then it would be good…"

　　 The sound of the birds was sweet, the warm wind blowing by our ears, the quiet world was peaceful and good, nothing at all changed.

　　 No one spoke for a while, all I saw was the tips of Ye Tan’s ears turning bright red in the sunlight.

　　 I was greatly disappointed.

　　 It seemed that launching the program wasn’t using words either.

　　 What’s missing? Action? It seemed to be the same as back then, nothing missing...

　　 I was suddenly blessed with knowledge: "Ye Tan! Back then, did you kiss me?!"

　　 Ye Tan was scared into a shock, absolutely denying: "There was no such thing!!"

　　 "But there was, right?! Although afterwards I passed out and lost consciousness, I remember seeing your eyelashes extremely close to me." I rejoiced, "Ah Tan, quick, kiss me again!!"

        Ye Tan was probably in panic, wanting to push me away, but I naturally refused to let go, hugging him and grabbing him over. Seeing him with a flustered expression, I suddenly had a guilty feeling as if I was harassing a young maiden, so I quickly tried to calm him down, saying, "Don't be afraid, I… Sigh, I have… No other alternative."

　　 My expression became sour, and after I started acting miserable, Ye Tan finally calmed down a bit. Seeing the opportunity, I aimed at that place and pecked him.

　　 Hit! Yes!!

　　 He was struggling desperately just before, but after I actually kissed him he instead stopped moving, probably scared into stupidity.

　　 But the kiss was kissed, yet I was still unable to launch the modifier. I wondered if the position was wrong, so I pressed against his lips and tried a few different angles, but there was still no improvement.

　　 Greatly disappointed ×2

　　 I had already tried all the methods I could think of, and was finally at my wits’ end. Sad and heartbroken, I was like an eggplant beaten with frost* as I let go slowly, moving away from Ye Tan's lips.

* eggplant beaten with frost = proverb, meaning someone with a wilted mentality

　　 I didn’t even move a few inches before I could no longer move any further.

　　 I didn’t know when Ye Tan had moved his hand to support the back of my neck, his fingers slipping into my hair, rubbing upwards inch by inch.

　　

　　 "...I'm sorry, Master. I... This servant didn't mean to refuse you." He apologized in a low voice, closed his eyes and pressed up again. His thin lips were boiling hot and his breathing was soft:

　　 "Please don't show such an expression."

　　

　　 ......?????

　　 No??

　　 Brother, have you misunderstood something????

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Chapter 7

Novel: Life Going Wild With Plug-ins 带挂装逼, 最为致命 by Shi Zi Qing 十字卿

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As my body's functions ceased, a familiar system notification popped up by my ears.

　　 "Dingdong~"

　　...Fuck, I entered the modifier interface!!!!

　　 Everyone celebrate yooooooooooo!!!

　　

　　 Before my eyes were densely packed numbers and charts, with new notifications popping up from time to time. After thinking about it day and night, I finally accessed this familiar interface again, and I truly wanted to fill the screen by sending 30 ecstatic dancing frog memes to express my feelings of revelry.

　　 I scanned it roughly, finding that the screen was full of various data from this world, but many options were grayed out. I knew that this meant I would need to go to the local server to obtain system permissions, which could be in the form of a secret key, or a physical server.

　　 In any case, in the middle there were a few basic options for the main character, and the file had already been named “Jun Xuanheng.” It seemed that this row of data was my ability stats.

　　

　　[Jun Xuanheng]-[Edit][Save]

　　 HP: 30/100

　　 Cultivation: 5

　　 Agility: 5

　　 Defense: 5

　　 Experience: 5

　　 Wisdom: 5- System permissions

　　 Martial Arts: None

　　 Money: 0

　　 Prestige: None - System permissions

　　 Position: None - System permissions

　　

　　 There were many listed under my file name, but I only scanned the beginning in a hurry. Looking at the introduction, the average person’s full HP would be a maximum of 100, and the 70 that I was missing was just emptied out by that Ze Que guy. I actually didn’t know the specific meaning and effects of this data, but by visual estimation it seemed similar to playing games. After thinking about which ones I should prioritize in changing, I conveniently added a few more 0s in the HP box, allowing me to take more hits, since you can never be too prepared. Then I clicked to the cultivation level box, and as I was changing it I saw a very eye-catching option next to it.

　　>>>Open the real-time monitoring window? [→Off]

　　 Real time? Oh right, I don't know what’s going on with Ye Tan... I clicked it easily, and a small projection window popped up next to it.

　　

　　 Ye Tan was holding my corpse—when my consciousness cut to the modifier window, there was no sign of life, and he genuinely thought that I was already dead—resigning himself to death in the oncoming rain of arrows.

　　 I was so scared that I gave a start, knocking the ESC button before I realized what I was doing and exited the window.

　　 I threw myself onto Ye Tan and hugged him, rolling aside. He was in a daze, as if frightened into stupidity by the sudden movement of my corpse, and my brain was even more blank:

　　

　　 Fuck, did I save it just now???!!!

　　

　　 This ultimate cosmic problem that has occurred with every living being in the world, quickly got an answer. The position after rolling aside was still not very good, and much of the rain of arrows still landed on us. I braced myself over Ye Tan and tried my best to shield him, feeling a burst of bone-piercing pain in my back.

　　...Even though it hurt a lot, I could feel that it didn’t result in any major injuries. If I were still the little slag with only 30 HP, I would definitely have already breathed my last.

　　

　　 Moved to tears: I saved it!!

　　 The good habit of saving that I developed over the years rescued my life once over!! Wuwuwuwuwu, I love myself!! Hugging myself and crying!!

　　

　　 In just an instant, Ye Tan experienced an unknowable amount of grief and joy, so his brain was evidently not very quick. He held my face and asked, "You are crying...?"

　　 "Pah, I’m not crying, these are tears of joy." This Creator God has been useless for so many days, bullied and humiliated by bad guys, and now he is finally turning over his fate to be a big boss!!

　　 I was going to get up and immediately exert some tyrannical abuse, but Ye Tan held me down in fear and pulled me back into his arms: "Master, your back has been severely injured, you absolutely must not be hurt any further..."

　　 He tried his best to hold me down, but strange to say, I felt that as long as I used some force, I could definitely push him away. Just a few days ago, he could easily lift me up while I was curled up, so he surely has a lot of strength.

　　 I was suspicious, and remembered that before I exited the modifier, my cursor was still in the cultivation box.

　　

　　......I don’t know, when my mind was in a state of turmoil, in the cultivation box… how many 0s did I end up putting...??

　　

　　 Ze Que also saw the sudden movement of my corpse from a distance and came over with his sword, ready to make up for a few strikes.

　　 Ye Tan probably thought that I was going to send over my head* and blocked me, refusing to let go, so I could only hold his hand affectionately.

*send over my head = 送头, basically asking to be killed

　　 His face was flushed at first, I don’t know what brilliant thoughts crossed his mind, but when he finally realized, his complexion changed again: "Master, why is your internal strength suddenly so..."

　　 He didn’t know how to continue, as he had probably never seen such a sudden surge of abundant and profound cultivation. I myself didn't even know how many 0s I typed, so I could assume that it was definitely universally shocking.

　　 After giving him some internal strength to protect his spiritual vein, I patted Ye Tan on the shoulder to comfort him, and he finally let go. I got up and adjusted my clothes, then looked around to see if there were any available props for me to use. Seeing the steamed buns scattered on the ground, I picked one up and weighed it in my hand for a bit.

　　 A lot of rubble and bricks had fallen in the previous struggle, but I didn’t want to put people’s lives in danger, so I definitely couldn’t use those. And only this steamed bun is soft and mild, yet elastic, with a thin skin and a big filling, leaving a delicious taste in the mouth...Wait how did I start eating it.

　　 After composing myself, I hurriedly took the steamed bun out of my mouth. I felt an abundance of inner strength wandering through my whole body, and suddenly feeling not quite reassured, I spoke solemnly to Ze Que, who was close at hand:

　　

　　 "...Don't come here. Once this steamed bun goes down, you might die."

　　

　　 As these words floated to his ears, they became an arrogant provocation. Ze Que's sword energy became appallingly sinister, trying his best to control his rage as he unsheathed his cold sword inch by inch.

　　 My current advantage is only my blood bank and internal strength. Although I’m resistant to beating, it’ll still be over for me if my head goes flying. Ze Que is a legitimate martial artist, and I can’t compete with him in terms of speed, and if we really start fighting I’m nothing more than an ATM... But if I don't kill him, he will also come kill Ye Tan. Sigh, I’ll just treat it as fighting monsters to upgrade my level...

　　 I squeezed the soft steamed bun that was half bitten by me, injected a bit of internal force, and gently tossed it out.

The moment I let go, the soft object was transformed into steel, roaring and rushing away with the momentum of thunder, bringing a sudden burst of strong wind through the sky and earth, and the only sound that could be heard was a booming through the heavens. The whole way it knocked down several houses, causing smoke and dust to obscure the sight, so startling that everyone forgot to even cry out in alarm, and the only remaining sound was that of the last house crumbling to pieces, lingering in the ear.

　　

　　...I think, I’m super awesome....

　　

　　 When the dust was half cleared, the people standing around were choked and couldn’t stop coughing. Ze Que gradually emerged from the dust, still maintaining the posture of drawing his sword. It was only that the sword and sheath had been cut in half, blood was seeping from his arms, and it even seemed that the bone was visible.

　　 He was so terrified that he couldn't feel the pain at all, and he didn't even notice the sword falling to the ground.

　　

　　...I, I threw crooked...??

　　 I was also stunned for a while, but after recovering from the failure of pretending to be awesome, I hid my embarrassment by shaking out my clothes. It seemed that the effects were pretty good, so I stopped caring about this trivial deviation.

　　 Just as I was about to ask Ye Tan to take credit, I saw a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, clearly showing something was off. I assumed that it was because he stood too close to me just now and was injured by the force of my sword energy. It was all because I got addicted to being awesome, and forgot to worry about others, causing him to suffer again... sigh.

　　 This whole body of injuries, I don’t know how he can move... When I turned around, I just happened to see the precious horses and magnificent carriage that Ze Que brought, and cheerfully requisitioned it. As I had just shown my earth-shaking hand, each of the attendants treated me with great respect. My first ever act of robbery was unexpectedly very pleasant.

　　 "Let's go." I brought the carriage over and called for him to get on.

　　 Ye Tan still hadn’t recovered his spirit, and asked me blankly: "Where to?"

　　 I carried him back into the carriage, held his wrist and transferred over my internal force, saying, "I hope we can still make it to lunch."

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Chapter 6

Novel: Life Going Wild With Plug-ins 带挂装逼, 最为致命 by Shi Zi Qing 十字卿

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Just as I was hesitating, I saw the drowsy-eyed doctors’ apprentices getting up to work. I wrung my hands and lamented: Jun Xuanheng ah, Jun Xuanheng, the common people are ordinary, yet are diligent and hardworking. You call yourself the god of creation, but you only think of sleeping, how can this be endured?

　　 I’m already not even as good as an ordinary person, and there is a fragile and poor little guard who needs to be fed. I absolutely can’t just do nothing like this anymore, it is important to find the method of turning on plug-ins as early as possible.

　　 I exchanged a few words with the hostess and asked her to take care of Ye Tan on my behalf. This youngster is really worrisome. I’ll go back to the inn to get the codebook*, and I should be back in time to eat lunch.

*codebook = book of plug-in codes from the first chapter, MC left it at the inn they were staying at

　　 As I was on the way, I thought of something. The boss at Nightrunner mentioned: Once a Shadow Guard recognizes a master, he is employed for life. But Ye Tan said last night that he had other masters before. I don't know what went wrong in the middle? Or is one of these two lying?

　　 It's a pity that I had too little information, and I had no clue no matter how much I thought about it. I saw the signboard of the inn from a distance, but also saw that the entrance was surrounded by numerous servants dressed in uniform, like the servants of some famous family.

　　 Everyone was gathered around the entrance, which was obstructing my way, so I could only push them aside one by one to get in. There were no other diners in the hall since earlier, only a sturdily dressed swordsman sat in the middle, slamming the sword hilt impatiently with an unfriendly expression. The shopkeeper next to him kept trying to soothe him with tea, and was profusely apologizing.

　　 I finally parted the crowd, stepped into the store, and went straight towards the stairs. After not even taking two steps, I felt that I had attracted all the eyes around me, as if piercing me from behind. I heard the swordsman snort out: "You’ve got some guts."

　　 The shopkeeper came back to his senses, pointing at me as he said: "He came back, it was this young master."

　　 "He is not Yue Changsheng." The swordsman spoke in an intimidating manner, and stood up. "Ridiculous, someone even dares to fool Zhong Liyuan."

　　 "How could this be?! When he stayed here the day before, the attendant personally wrote the pledge... How would anyone dare to pretend to be the guest of Master Zhong Liyuan..." The shopkeeper was losing his head out of fear and hurriedly trying to explain himself.

　　 I considered a few of these words, perhaps they were talking about me?

　　 Thus I glanced back.

　　 With just this glance, it was as if my facial features were a charm. Not only was the swordsman lost for a moment, there was even more commotion at the entrance.

　　

　　 I know, they are intimidated by the special effects surrounding me.

　　 They definitely think that I am so beautiful as if glowing.

　　 Actually, I'm literally fucking glowing.

　　

　　 "...Interesting. Although it's not Yue Changsheng, this will probably not disappoint the Noble Young Master."

　　 He turned around and stopped looking at me, and briefly ordered: "Take him away."

　　 The surrounding guards with knives responded in unison, and they carried me away in a well-trained manner. I was held above the heads of the crowd, and took the time to ask: "Where are you going? I have an appointment to go back for lunch, will I be back in time by noon?... Oh that’s not right, I came to get something... My book..."

　　 "Don't worry, you are indispensable." Without looking back, the swordsman got on his horse.

　　 The crowd of servants who were watching at the entrance of the store conscientiously cleared a path. They might have seen that I was sincere and not struggling, and allowed me to finally be put back on the ground. I couldn't really understand the situation and could only follow them, but after just taking a few steps, I saw Ye Tan break in.

　　 He had already changed into light-colored clothes, and his wounds seeming to have opened up again, with spots of blood seeping out that could be seen. When I saw him, I was simply so angry that I saw stars. How many times have I told him to nicely lie down and recuperate? Is it that hard?? Is it hard?!! Is it?!!!

　　 Ye Tan's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he was slightly trembling. I wanted to go support him, but was blocked. Only then did I start feeling a bit angry.

　　 The swordsman looked at him condescendingly, but also seemed a bit pleased: "Oh... it turns out to be you."

　　 "...Ze Que." Ye Tan closed his eyes, his expression painful.

　　 These two know each other? Then shouldn’t it be much easier to communicate now? And this swordsman also seems to look very happy...

"I've been waiting for this day for a long time." Ze Que jumped off his horse and steadily gripped the hilt of his sword, "Come on, let me see it, my Second Young Master Zhong Liyuan’s strongest trump card, the ten year Yaksha’s military prestige— —" He paused, then suddenly asked, "Where is your sword?"

　　 Ye Tan said: "It's broken."

　　 "It's broken? You actually said it’s broken?" Ze Que's trace of joy turned into a murderous aura flooding with rage in an instant, and he spoke bitterly, "Even your sword is broken, why don't you go and die——?"

　　...This nonsense!!! Mentioning the pot that doesn’t boil*!!!!

*Mention the pot that doesn’t boil = idiom, to touch a sore spot

  I! With great difficulty! Painstakingly! Swindled and deceived! And only then could I comfort him!! You guys! Are seriously! Just making trouble!! I’m so pissed!

　　 "I still… can't die." Ye Tan's voice was very soft, "I still have to protect my master."

　　 I looked back at him, and just happened to catch his steady gaze. My heart was in high spirits: I have been persuading and talking sense into him for days, has it finally become effective?

　　 Ze Que approached him step by step and sneered: "Master? What a joke, the Second Young Master has already banished you. You’re just a stray dog, who would want to keep a piece of rubbish like you..."

　　 "Pah, you’re the one who’s rubbish. My Shadow Guard is quite fine." This Creator God couldn’t even bear to scold him,  but you little noob dare be so arrogant.

　　 There was a sudden sound of wind, my vision went dark for a second and I was already pushed away. Ze Que's movement was too fast, I fell on the ground and rolled two laps before I felt the pain. Compared with the small cut from before, it was more severe by an innumerable amount of times, and I could only desperately hold back my tears. The physical body… is surely… full of suffering… wuwawuwa.

　　 Ye Tan anxiously guarded in front of me, but the truth was that he had no sword and lost all his martial arts, so he really couldn't put up much of a struggle.

　　 "So it’s like this… Your new master, is this rubbish?" Ze Que was amused by him, "Although he suits the current you very well."

　　 Ye Tan ignored him, carefully supporting me up, and wiped the sticky blood from around my mouth.

Ze Que finished laughing, his voice becoming sinister again: "Yaksha, you’re so ridiculous, yet you are also truly hateful... The Noble Young Master treated you with the courtesy of being the best warrior in the country, but you were conceited and forceful, and never looked towards him directly. And now, you can’t even return one move from me. What kind of person is the Second Young Master, that the one succeeding him as your master, is this kind of flower vase* rubbish..."

*flower vase = idiom, just a pretty face with no brains

　　 "Sigh sigh, I’m not your match, so I concede defeat. I’ll die an honorable death." After I mocked him, I conveniently laid down my neck. It was actually quite clear to me that I was about to be chopped, and this save file would be doomed. It’s all my fault for forgetting to write the method for turning on plug-ins in the manual. Hmph, wait until I load the file next time, I’ll change the value of my Shadow Guard to a hundred times higher than yours, and beat you while hanging you on an electric fan. I’ll turn it up to the max, the kind that revolves at lightning speed.

　　 I rolled my eyes and slandered him a while, but when I recovered my spirit and saw Ye Tan's eyes, my heart suddenly tightened.

"...I have let you down, Master. I… If I were still at my prime, I would never have let Master suffer this humiliation." He sighed in a low voice, and dejectedly said, "If only it was you that I met in the beginning... then it would be good..."

　　...Ah, that’s right. For him, this is goodbye forever.

　　 Next time, even if I load the file and start over again, will it still be this crumpled Shadow Guard…?

　　

　　 I was suddenly a bit unwilling.

　　

　　 I didn't know what kind of warm liquid dripped on my face, unaware if it was blood or tears. The last scene I saw was the Shadow Guard approaching me. He slowly closed his eyes, and then the vision before me went dark.

　　——My breathing and heartbeat stopped.

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Chapter 5

Novel: Life Going Wild With Plug-ins 带挂装逼, 最为致命 by Shi Zi Qing 十字卿

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I got up in the middle of the night to set free a surge of wolfish nature in my heart. I didn’t know what time it was, only that it wasn’t bright outside yet. On the way back to the room, I saw a figure standing in the courtyard, and seeming very familiar, I couldn't help but take a closer look.

　　 The Shadow Guard's eyes were expressionless, he was standing blankly with his head hanging. A long sword was thrown on the ground and the blade was covered with cracks.

　　 I called a few times, but he didn't hear it. I could only step forward and pat his shoulder.

　　 He was very slow to react, practically causing shame to his identity as a martial artist as he blankly turned his head back, but I was shocked: his eyes were red, and he looked like he was about to cry.

　　 "At this time of day, why aren’t you sleeping well, but eating the cold wind here instead?"

　　 The Shadow Guard replied: "This servant has been trained since childhood, practicing the sword at this time every day, and has never slackened."

　　 Yup, the conversation last night was all in vain, and I became somewhat annoyed: "The doctor ordered you to rest, you shouldn’t mess around, don’t train anymore."

　　 "...Indeed, I don’t need to train anymore." He trembled as he bent down, touching the sword, and his tone was full of pain, "...In this life...I’ll never be able to pick up a sword again..."

　　 His surging mood made me too scared to speak out. The people I used to get along with didn't really have any emotional ups and downs, and I had never seen others being so emotional. I didn't know how to comfort him at the moment, so I dumbly squatted next to him and waited for him to finish crying.

　　 After he seemed to calm down a little, he looked up, and his eyes were still intimidating to me, dim and dark: "This servant is already useless, unable to protect Master, I beg Master to grant me death."

"Hey, I can’t I can’t!! If you have any injuries, then just take care of them well. If you don’t have the skills then practice again from the start, why are you saying this nonsense..." I know that even if people in this era are free from illness and disaster, they still inevitably grow old and die, but they actually treat life and death as more ordinary things than we do. Yet this word, I never even dared to touch it: the longer we live, the more cowardly we become.

　　 "This servant does not understand, keeping a useless person like me, what is the point..." He started voicing his grievances again.

"When did you ever become useless!! You can use chopsticks, cook food, wash your face..." I spoke sincerely, praising all of these things one by one, then put my hand on his back and said, "My knowledge level is pretty much like that of a newborn baby, and there are so many things I need to learn, you can treat this as being my companion."

　　 I comforted him for a long time, coaxing him, and stuffed him back into bed and tucked him in, and it wasn’t until then that his expression became a bit more normal. I sighed softly, thinking about his heavily injured body when I first met him, not knowing what calamity he had suffered, while I, a little flower in a greenhouse, still needed him to take care of me. I couldn’t help but feel guilty.

　　

　　 "Right, what's your name?" I finally thought of this matter, "Other people always call you the ‘that follower’ all the time, very disrespectful."

　　 After all, in front of this Creator God, everyone is equal.

　　 The light that had just appeared in his eyes thus sank down again: "People from Nightrunner, never have names… Although I was given a name by my former master, I have already been expelled, and have no right to mention it."

　　 He was depressed again, and I regretted it like I dropped a stone on my own foot, hurriedly saying: "Then I can give you a new name?"

　　He became a bit happier: "Naturally, it is an honor."

　　 It was nice to say, but coming up with a name was another thing entirely, how the hell do I come up with a name when I don’t even have one myself? But my face remained undisturbed, pretending to be calm: "When coming up with your names, are there any rules?"

　　He said: "People from Nightrunner, are usually given the surname Ye.* The name itself can be given as the master pleases."

*Ye = 夜, meaning night

　　 "Okay, I got it. I need to carefully think about this for a while, allow me to consider for a few days." I replied to the topic of discussion without fail, and even wanted to applaud myself in my heart.

　　 The Shadow Guard, obviously in a much better mood, then asked: "May I know Master’s name...?"

　　 "I don't have a name..." I said this half sentence normally, but the Shadow Guard’s face changed, and he returned to his previous deferential stance: "I’m sorry, this servant has overstepped the boundaries..."

"No no no no no no no slow down," I quickly moved to stop him from returning to despair, "I really don't have a name, you can understand it like this, the place I came from is very special, names had no legal effects, so they were gradually abandoned. We all only had serial numbers, no names... But this is truly not very convenient." I rubbed my chin, but couldn't make up any pleasant sounding names at the moment, so I could only say, “How about this, you can give me one."

　　 The Shadow Guard was stunned: “...Where is there such a rule?”

　　 “Just think of it as saving me from misery.” I prudently patted his shoulder.

　　 The Shadow Guard was stunned for a long time, but seeing that I looked solemn, he became serious. He turned his head to think for a while, saying: "This servant doesn’t know anything about Master, and doesn’t know where to start. Asking Master, what ambitions do you have?"

　　 I was at a loss: "I only know that I won’t end up being mediocre."

　　 "Master, are you interested in politics? Or—"

　　 I didn’t have any ideas, so I hastily replied: "Being above ten thousand people, that will do."

He was bewildered and uncertain, but stabilized his mentality after a little while, saying: "Because Master intends to have power over the country, he can take the surname Jun.* Xuanji Yuheng is an instrument of the Emperor to measure the heavens. Master has great ambitions, so this servant dares to choose the name by the two words 'Xuanheng'."

*Jun = 君, meaning noble

　　 Jun Xuanheng...

　　 I absolutely liked this name. Extremely pleased in my mind, I jumped and hugged him in satisfaction.

　　 The Shadow Guard was attacked by me, and being caught off guard, he said in embarrassment, "It's just... a servant naming his master, is really an absurd fantasy,* and if it is talked about in the future, I fear it will insult the master's reputation..."

*absurd fantasy = 天方夜谭 (tian fang ye tan), refers to the classic story “The Arabian Nights” but is used as a metaphor

　　 My eyes lit up: "That’s it!"

　　 Shadow Guard: "Huh??"

　　 "Ye Tan...Ye Tan." I repeated it again, and thought it was both beautiful and memorable, and even followed the Nightrunner naming rules, "You will be called Ye Tan."

　　 When he finally reacted, he also seemed a little excited: "Ye Tan thanks Master for granting this name."

　　 "If this is the case, you actually thought of both names by yourself." After pushing the boat with the current* and getting an easy ride, I still couldn't help starting to feel guilty.

*pushing the boat with the current = 顺水推舟, idiom, to take advantage of the situation for one’s own benefit

　　 "This work is a natural success, accidentally created by a skilled hand, this is also the case..." He quietly said, "Master is really a fascinating person."

　　 I told him that since we both have names now, we can change to calling each other by name, but he was incredibly stubborn and refused to agree in any way.

　　 I decided I could slowly guide him in the future, so I let him go to sleep first. After closing the door and going out, I found that it was already bright daytime.

　　...I heard that you shouldn't sleep after dawn? Can I still sleep...?

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Chapter 4

Novel: Life Going Wild With Plug-ins 带挂装逼, 最为致命 by Shi Zi Qing 十字卿

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Before sunset, at the doctor’s place, I finally learned how to eat sunflower seeds with the little medicine boy who lacked front teeth. When the doctor wiped his hands and came out of the building, the children around disappeared.

　　 The night wind was very cold.

　　 I shook off the sunflower seed shells from my body and eagerly looked towards the doctor.

"The injury is really not light. Fortunately, as long as he carefully recuperates for three to five years, he won't be disabled." The doctor spoke a bunch of words solemnly, and then concluded while shaking his head, "But to do martial arts again, I am afraid it is not very possible."

　　 I couldn’t really understand what he was saying, so I picked a question that I was more concerned about: "When will it stop hurting?"

　　 The doctor was at a loss when he looked at me.

　　 "The wounds on his body, when will they stop hurting?"

　　 "...This...will heal in less than a month."

　　 Such a long time, having to lie down for a month, I felt that he was a bit miserable. I nodded to the doctor and slipped inside to visit him.

　　 The Shadow Guard lay quietly on the bed, breathing so softly to the point that it was hard to perceive. The former tattered clothes on his body that were mixed with blood and adhered to his wounds were all removed and replaced with layers of bandages. Probably due to serious injury, there was no rosy color anywhere on his body.

　　His hair had also finally been tidied up, and it fell softly over the edge of the bed, making his complexion look even paler in comparison.

　　 Hey, this face is so good-looking, and I haven't seen it on Taobao before. Could it be that I, the creator god, customized it myself? I'm kind of awesome.

　　 I sat next to him, gazing down at him silently, using my eyes to soothe his trauma.

　　

　　 "...Master." He spoke first, asking, "Where are your clothes...?"

　　 I said, "I exchanged them for money to buy medicine."

　　 "……"

　　

　　 The night was very cold.

　　 Us two naked men, were mutually silent.

　　

　　 "You haven't eaten anything, aren’t you hungry?" I took out a handful of sunflower seeds from the only remaining underwear on my body, passing it over to him.

　The Shadow Guard glanced, and painfully shook his head.

　　 So he doesn't like sunflower seeds. Feeling disappointed, I tucked the seeds back into my underwear.

　　

　　 The doctor said that he needed peace and quiet to recover from his injuries, so I quickly took my leave.

　　 There was nowhere to go, so I squatted back outside the building to eat sunflower seeds. Yet, it was not fulfilling.

　　 Hungry and cold.

　　 It felt a bit miserable to be alive.

After squatting for a long time, I heard the sound of people walking and talking in the hall. The male voice was low so I couldn’t hear clearly, but there was a woman whose pitch was higher, and a few words floated to my ears: "I already heard of robbers and bandits being rude and unreasonable, but they actually deceived their way into our Changluo!... I already thought that the materials of those clothes were by no means ordinary people's... No problem, no problem, don't thank me, this little bit of help is not a problem... It's not peaceful over there either, you guys take care when you leave..."

After talking inside for a while, the woman's voice sounded farther as she walked away. There was the sound of footsteps coming towards me, and someone put a piece of clothing on me, blocking most of the cold wind. Feelings of unspeakable gratitude flooded my heart. I turned around and saw it was the Shadow Guard, hey, why did this guy get up?

　　 "Master, the wind is strong here, let's go inside first."

  "Alright."

　　

　　 After a while, seeing that I didn't move, the Shadow Guard asked in confusion: "...Master?"

　　 "My legs are numb, I can't stand up." The human physical body is truly hard to control.

　　

　　 "..." The Shadow Guard sighed lightly, leaning over and holding my hand. Probably because I was sitting in the cold wind for a long time, his temperature seemed particularly hot.

　　 The Shadow Guard checked my hand temperature that was like cold stone.

　　Suddenly, he picked me up.

　　 I was curled up in a strange posture.

　　 "Wait, what about your injuries that haven’t healed?"

　　 "It’s already fine." The Shadow Guard carried me back into the room without any explanation, and put me down on the bed.

　　

　　 After putting me down, the Shadow Guard sat up and found my hands firmly under his armpits.

　　 "...Master, what are you doing?"

　　 "It's warm here."

　　 "……"

　　

　　 The Shadow Guard resolutely forced my hands out of his armpits.

  Oh!! Cold! Heartless!

　　

　　 The Shadow Guard expressionlessly helped me put on layers upon layers of clothes. The plain cotton and linen, without the former mess of jade ornaments, was actually comfortable to wear. It was only then that I realized he had also changed into plain robes, his hair tied low. The bloody smell on his body was long gone, and the scent of herbs was faintly released. Hm? Where did you get clothes?

"This servant told the mistress that Master was originally a wealthy merchant who was robbed on the road to Changluo, so all his belongings and servants are gone. Master’s clothes and accessories were all very valuable, so the mistress trusted the story and agreed to help for a few days." After reporting this, he repented as usual, "This servant is incompetent, and has even made Master spend so much money and be ashamed."

　　 After putting on my clothes, the Shadow Guard tucked me back into the bed and then reached out to hold my ice bar hands. His hands were large and broad, just enough to cover my ice bar, no, I mean my hands. When my temperature recovered a little, he conscientiously let go and took a step back, kneeling at the side of the bed.

A woman lifted the curtain and came in with a smile. Based on the voice, it was the same woman who had just talked to the Shadow Guard. She put a large plate on the table and said, "Come here come here, I just made a few small dishes, eat it while it’s hot! I don’t know your taste, but if it’s too salty or too mild, make sure you let this big sister know."

　　

　　I cheerfully sat down, and the woman put down the food and left. The Shadow Guard refused to dine at the same table with me, which made me spend some time convincing him before he moved his chopsticks. I didn’t know how to use chopsticks, so I grabbed the food with my bare hands. After a few bites, I couldn’t help saying, “This is better than what you make.”

　　 "...This servant is incompetent."

　　 You’re incompetent again? Why are you always incompetent? How old are you* incompetent?

* “How old are you” is written in English in the original text

　　 "Does being a Shadow Guard require cooking skills? Are other Shadow Guards very good at cooking?"

　　 "No. Most of them only know how to make a few dishes needed to maintain health," the Shadow Guard said.

"Then since cooking is not in the Shadow Guards’ skill range, why do you blame your own ‘incompetence’?" I frowned and said, "Right now, I don’t understand a lot of things, and your wrong wording is very misleading. I hope you pay attention to it in the future."

　　 The Shadow Guard was mute.

Not sure if he understood, I added: "I find that you always like to blame things on yourself. This is your own problem. Regardless of what your mentality is, I hope that when we talk, you can convey more intuitive and effective information to me, rather than ambiguous self-loathing. Is that difficult? Can it be done?"

　　 "...This servant...will do as you say."

　　 I nodded in satisfaction. He doesn't look stupid, so he should be able to understand.

　　

　　 I continued to eat after speaking, and the temperature of the stir fried dishes was not low, it hurt to grab the food with bare hands, and the temperature of the soup was even more scorching... But those floating meatballs were truly really tempting, and I thought about it over and over again, making up my resolve to get them.

　　 It burned so much that I wailed out miserably.

　　 Fortunately, the Shadow Guard’s eyes and hands were quick, immediately wrapping a towel soaked in cold water around my burned hand, and the temperature dropped and eased the pain by a lot. Huh? When did you prepare the cold towel?...

　　 "Master..." The Shadow Guard hesitated many times before asking, "Is it that you think the chopsticks here are not clean? How about, I go down and find new chopsticks..."

　　 I shook my head in pain: "I don’t know how to use chopsticks."

　　The Shadow Guard looked lifeless, unable to continue.

　　 "Can you get me a meatball?" I had suffered a serious injury, but I still could not forget, it could be said that my appetite was like a drug addiction.

　　 Shadow Guard hurriedly took up a new pair of chopsticks, then hesitated after picking up a meatball, looking at my face and then looking at my bowl, then finally deciding to put it in the bowl. I used my uninjured hand to dump the contents of the bowl into my mouth, chewing and carelessly saying thank you at the same time.

　　 "...I don't... dare..." His tone was awkward.

　　 The Shadow Guard removed the towel, held my hand and inspected it carefully, and said with relief that there were no burn wounds. Then he found several spoons of different sizes so I could avoid suffering a burn again. A true confidant, I shed tears of gratitude.

　　 After peacefully finishing the meal with no more incidents, the mistress of the doctor’s place came to clean up with a smile. While chatting with her, I asked about the Shadow Guard’s injury and heard that he needed to lie down for more than a month before getting out of bed. Hey, he just said that he was already fine and started going everywhere, it turned out that this guy lied to me again.

　　 I angrily shoved the Shadow Guard back into bed, reprimanding him for a long while. The Shadow Guard's small and pale face was hidden in the covers, and he listened quietly to my criticism, very pitifully.

　　 "This servant… Although I am overstepping my boundaries, I have some questions… I would like to ask Master." Before I left, the Shadow Guard opened his mouth, seeming to have misgivings.

　　 "Did you not hear anything I said just now? The doctor wants you to rest, so rest first." I blew out the candle for him and moved out of the room step by step, feeling my way in the dark. "There will be ample time for us, we are in no hurry."

　　 The inner room was extremely quiet, there was a long pause before a barely audible "thank you" was heard.

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Chapter 3

Novel: Life Going Wild With Plug-ins 带挂装逼, 最为致命 by Shi Zi Qing 十字卿

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Waking up, I felt extremely helpless. My long hair was wrapped in circles upon circles around my neck. I had no option other than to lean on the side of the bed and try to straighten it out, but it became more and more tangled and messy, so I could only give up.

　　The life of the ancestors, so full of hardships.

　　 There were porridge and side dishes placed on the table with a top class sense of service, and I silently praised it in my heart. Eating half a bowl of porridge, I put down the spoon and commented: "Not as good as what you made yesterday."

　The Shadow Guard looked at me uncertainly.

　　 "This servant will assist Master in getting ready." The Shadow Guard brought a basin of water over and wrung out a towel.

　　 I parted my messy hair in complete cooperation to reveal my face, stretching it out to him. The moist and warm water flowed across my face very pleasantly. All the sticky things from the sides of my mouth were completely washed away, and I felt a lot more comfortable. It turns out that the physical body needs to be cleaned daily, I secretly took note in my heart.

　　 When I lowered my head, I noticed that there was also something dark around the Shadow Guard’s wrists, which mottled his hands and covered them in traces, but the part that touched the water had dissolved, turning red and faintly disappearing into the water.

　　 I touched his hand with curiosity, and the Shadow Guard cooperatively stood still. Dipping it with water and wiping it little by little, the solid pieces of red were gradually washed away, revealing a pair of pale and capable hands with slender knuckles.

　　 "Aren’t these very good looking?" I was puzzled.

　　 The Shadow Guard did not answer.

　　 When I let go, the Shadow Guard took the towel back. I guessed that he had finished washing up and asked skillfully: "Ordinary people, what should they do at this time?"

　　 "To do business in the market, or work in the field."

　　 Oh, going to the market! That sounds interesting. I stood up, cheerfully saying: "Then let’s go!"

　　 "Just, going out like this?" The Shadow Guard hesitantly said.

　　 "Is that not good?" I modestly asked.

　　 Shadow Guard shook his head firmly: "Master is naturally... very good."

　　 I smiled with satisfaction, then went out with a head of hair like a chicken’s nest.

　　On the road to the market, there were many people also heading there, and the road was crowded with people and traffic.

　　 Donkeys, horses, and camels also crowded on the road next to people. I felt that if you were just a little careless and made a wrong step, you would get trampled on the face.

　　 It was rather scary.

　　 As I was walking, a horse on the side of the road got spooked, standing upright and calling loudly. The girl selling flowers next to it was frightened and moved backwards, knocking over a stall selling rouge and stepping on the butcher who sold meat. Immediately, the sounds of yelling and scolding arose, causing a small ripple of disturbance.

　　 The Shadow Guard calmly moved me two steps away, only then did I not get dragged in.

　　 "I almost ran into... There are too many people." I became even more panicked.

　　 "This servant is here, Master can be at ease." The Shadow Guard replied steadily.

　　 The Shadow Guard is really a good person.

He guarded my surroundings very gently and cautiously, and although the road was crowded, the journey was quite safe, even the corners of my clothes were not touched. My heart indeed felt more at ease, and my courage became greater, even daring to go look around when I saw interesting shops, touching and moving things here and there.

　　 After wandering around for a while, I saw a blacksmith's shop, with the sound of metal clanking accompanied by a heat wave billowing over.

　　My mind was shaken. Originally, in the ancient stories I read, the heroes who travel the country must be equipped with a few magical weapons and swords. Where the sword is, the person is, and if the sword is gone, the person is also gone. The moment the name of the weapon is read is awesome, and when making big moves, movie lines are shouted. Thinking about it again, I’m empty-handed right now, a bit of a failure, not the style that a creator god should have.

　　 Joyfully walking into the store, I saw a lot of ironware arranged outside. I didn't see any cool weapons, only a few short and square knives.

　　 After looking back and forth in front of the table, I was eager to try it out and picked up a knife. I looked back and the Shadow Guard didn’t stop me, so I assumed there wasn’t any danger.

　　 Stroking it with my finger, the heavy metal blade was cold and very comfortable. The blade was polished until it shined, the sharp edges glowing like a mirror, and when I wiped my finger across, I could feel the lines in my fingerprints.

　　 I smoothly moved my finger across, habitually pulling back.

　　 Slash.

　　

　　 "Ahhh oh my god oh my goddd it hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts—————"

　　

A piercing pain made my eyesight go black, a long cut was made on my finger, with bright red liquid gushing out. The nearby shop assistant who was forging ironware was frightened by my wailing voice, throwing down the weapon in his hand, and the Shadow Guard was also dumbstruck for a moment before he finally reacted and grabbed my hand.

　　 I was already so pained that my teeth were clenched and I couldn't speak, and I looked at him with reddened eyes.

　　 The Shadow Guard tapped the acupuncture points on my wrist and the blood flow stopped a little. He quickly tore a strip of cloth from his body, hesitated for a moment and then threw it away, tearing a piece from my clothes instead to tie around my finger.

　　

　　The physical body is really too terrible wuwuwu it hurts it hurts it hurts.

　　

　　 He finished treating it, but I still couldn't recover, it took me a long time before I sniffled and asked, "Didn’t you say you would protect me?!!!"

　　 The Shadow Guard stared blankly at me for quite a while, then cautiously said: "You did this yourself... this servant also... this..." He paused for a moment and sighed, "This servant is incompetent, please punish me."

　　 "It hurts it hurts wuwuwuwuwu."

　　 "......Don’t hurt, don’t hurt ...Let’s not cry?" The Shadow Guard's tone was helpless.

　　 Under the gaze of a bunch of people watching idiots, I was coaxed out of the door by the Shadow Guard and sat on the side of the road sniffling. After breathing for a while, it didn't feel as painful, so I thoughtfully studied the bandaged wound.

　　 In the places outside of where the finger was bandaged, the traces of bright red blood that had just flowed through had now turned into a very familiar muddled black.

　　 I looked at the Shadow Guard's arm, and then at my own fingers, and then pulled it over for a while to compare. Isn't this the same?

　　

　　 I was incredibly shocked: "Is this your blood?!"

　　 "……"

　　The Shadow Guard's expression was difficult to describe.

　　

　　 "Is it?! All these on your body and these... these blackened marks, is it all your blood?!"

　　 "...Yes," he whispered.

　　 No wonder the innkeeper saw that he was seriously injured at a glance! Thinking about how painful only my shallow cut was, and how he had so many large and small wounds on his back and still served me to eat, drink and wash, I was suddenly furious: "You still say it doesn’t hurt?! Do you think I’m stupid?!"

　　 "...I am really starting to suspect so." The Shadow Guard frowned.

　　 This guy, not even using honorifics with me anymore, it’s obvious he’s looking down on me.

　　Hmph! I'm just inexperienced, I’m not stupid, you just came into contact with the physical body a few days earlier than me, what are you showing off for! I hate this kind of superior scoundrel the most!

　　 "Then what should we do now? Can you still walk? Does it hurt...Bah, it must be very painful. What should I do?" I anxiously spun in circles in place.

　　 The Shadow Guard looked at me coldly, not making a sound.

　　In our times, if the physical body ​​is damaged, you can contact the maintenance staff to find after-sales service. It seems to be the same in this era, I remember it’s called a doctor. I composed myself and said to him: "Let's go find a doctor."

　　 The Shadow Guard only narrowed his eyes.

　　 "It's so painful that you can't move, right? You wait here. I'll find a doctor to bring here." I stroked his head, then turned and walked two steps, but he staggered after me.

　　

　　 I halted and said, "Be good."

　　 The Shadow Guard stopped.

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Chapter 2

Novel: Life Going Wild With Plug-ins 带挂装逼, 最为致命 by Shi Zi Qing 十字卿

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I motioned to the shopkeeper to help me pack him up and leave, and when looking back, I found that person staring at me with open eyes, clear and full of contrast.

So it turns out he wasn’t sleeping.

Nightrunner had a set of registration procedures, which were rather annoying, and had to be confirmed with me numerous times. After handling this process, I waved at that person:

"Let's go."

The expressions of everyone around me seemed rather shocked, and someone muttered: “He is injured so heavily, and has been lying down for so many days, how can he just go when told to go? He’s really met a master just as heartless as the previous one……” 

That person staggered to the wall and got up, shifting his steps closer to me, having an even harder time walking than I was. As he took a break every two steps, I waited very patiently while holding my sleeves.

It took one incense stick’s time to get out of the inn.

It took another one cup of tea’s time to walk past the Shaxian snack shop.

And it took yet another quarter of an hour to walk to the city entrance.

Even my very slow-tempered self felt slightly bothered.

Me: "Can't you walk faster?"

The Shadow Guard's body shook, and he trembled as he knelt down: "This servant ...... is incompetent …… Master, please punish me as you wish."

His voice was hoarse, and every word seemed to be difficult to say.

Could it be?! An idea suddenly flashed through my brain and I felt very smart as I asked, "Are you in pain?"

"I don’t dare." The shadow guard took a deep breath.

"Then let's go." I guess I was wrong......I embarrassedly rubbed my nose, then watched him take a long, long time to get up and continue walking.

After moving two more steps like a snail, I stopped.

I actually had no idea where I should go and what way is good.

The letter only wrote about the task of buying a Shadow Guard, and since I already bought one, I felt that my life goals had already been accomplished, and that I had no concerns.

While meditating on this, I also rubbed my stomach, and the wave of pain made me frown.

"Master ……are you feeling unwell?" The Shadow Guard keenly perceived that something was wrong.

"I've been conspired against, and I don’t have long left to live." I sighed in frustration.

The Shadow Guard was shocked, and said in a low voice, "This servant has committed an offense." Thus, he took up my hand.

Hey, why is a grown man feeling my hand?

The Shadow Guard held my wrist and blanked out for a while, then bowed his head and said, "This servant is incompetent ……I cannot detect Master’s sickness."

I don't blame you, this place is really too sinister.

I gave the Shadow Guard a look full of expectation, waiting for him to guide the direction of my life. The Shadow Guard was baffled by my stare and did not speak for a long time.

Sigh, what are you useful for?

"What am I supposed to do now?" I asked complacently.

The Shadow Guard was suddenly a little nervous, considered it for quite a while, then very cautiously said, "I can only rely on Master’s command."

I only asked you because I have no idea uh…… 

I thought about it, and put it another way: "Ordinary people, what would they do around this time?"

The Shadow Guard went through another internal struggle: "The common people, they would have supper at this time."

Oh right right right, exactly this. I recalled that the physical body indeed needs a daily meal, and feeling reassured, I said, "I’ll leave it to you."

"Yes." The Shadow Guard answered, but didn’t do anything.

The Shadow Guard waited for a while, then raised his head and looked at me.

I also looked at him.

He looked back at me.

The Shadow Guard’s complexion became a bit complicated, and he hesitantly started to speak: "This servant……this servant has just come out of Nightrunner, and with me???? I don’t……have any......"

"I know." Didn't we come out together? Do I look like I have amnesia?

"......" The Shadow Guard looked at me complicatedly for a while, and then said, "Yes. This servant understands."

Then he slowly moved away.

Was it an illusion, or why did he walk slower than even the ordinary people? He should also have taken physical body operation lessons.

I crouched by the river, silently waiting for the sun to go down behind the mountains, and gradually felt that the very poisonous attacks in my body were becoming worse… So painful, oh my god, ​​I’m gonna die, gonna die gonna die gonna die gonna die gonna die.

"Master." Finally hearing the call, I turned my head and saw a staggering figure, walking towards me with a cloth bag. Getting near, he slowly spread the bag on the floor.

I looked at him in the afterglow of the setting sun. Hey, why was there so much water on his face, and also so much mysterious red liquid emerging through his clothes?

I reached out my finger and poked the small fountain.

The Shadow Guard took a breath of air, his face twisted, looking extremely in pain.

I didn't understand what he was in pain for.

"It hurts?" I looked at him with a good-natured smile.

The Shadow Guard clenched his teeth and said, "No."

Alas, I guessed wrong again, I’ve lost.

This loss was very momentary, because I was immediately distracted by the aroma in the bag, and the smell seemed magical, making me feel tickly.

I smelled this flavor in the experience class!!

This, it couldn’t be, the legendary, food!!!

"I'm very… sorry... I only got a pheasant and a few wild fruits, and roughly cooked it, you..."

In our civilization, it is said that food will be addictive. It is similar to drugs, very dangerous, and once you start you cannot stop. This is because you can only eat with a physical body, and maintaining the physical body is a very luxurious activity, let alone controlling the body to eat.

Yet my hands, not even being controlled, reached out as if bewitched.

The Shadow Guard who just turned back with two newly broken branches looked in amazement at the sight of me eating, whispering, "Master, chopsticks..."

Chopsticks, hehe, don't play with me, how would I know such a difficult operation?

Like a strong wind scattering the last clouds, I cleared the roasted pheasant and wild fruits and shed tears out of excitement.

Ancestors are awesome! The physical body is awesome! Wuwuwu.*

*wuwuwu = “cute” crying noises

After finishing everything, I saw the Shadow Guard mutely staring at me, and coughed in embarrassment. Oh no, I forgot to leave some for him, he is also a human, and also needs to eat...

"Are you hungry?" I asked.

The Shadow Guard painfully shook his head.

Oh, not hungry... why do I keep guessing wrong, so depressing.

So it turns out the Shadow Guard doesn’t need to eat, so impressive, really very awesome.

At this time I just realized that the on and off pain in my abdomen had disappeared, and was replaced with a kind of comfortable satisfaction. It dawned on me that the Shadow Guard must have secretly put medicine in the food.

I looked at him sincerely.

The Shadow Guard fell on his knees, "Master, forgive me! This servant could only find this...!"

Sigh... am I that scary ...

I helped him up, then returned to a situation where I didn’t know what to do with myself, so I could only question, "Let me ask you, what do ordinary people do at this time?"

"Master, forgive me!" He fell on his knees again, "It is time for Master to sleep, this servant should die."

Why does me sleeping mean you have to die? I didn’t understand and frowned. "Where to sleep?"

"This servant is ignorant, I didn’t know Master..." He hesitated for a while, "I don't know which family’s residence the Master is from and how to go back."

I thought about it and said, "I'm not from any family and don’t have anywhere to go back."

"...Sorry, this servant has overstepped his boundaries." The Shadow Guard’s complexion looked blue, bewilderedly asking, "Then tonight... rest at the inn?"

"Then let's go."

The Shadow Guard wore a complicated expression and walked with difficulty ahead, and I leisurely followed while humming a little tune.

It was just that oil kept dripping from the side of my mouth, and feeling a little helpless, I reached out my sleeve and wiped it. It was still sticky, not very comfortable, but much better than before.

The Shadow Guard’s expression while looking at me became even more strange for some reason.

There were groups of two or three people eating in the hall of the inn. I looked at them, then thought about the other people I met today, and looked at the Shadow Guard again.

Hm... I keep thinking... The Shadow Guard is not quite the same as everyone else.

Other people's clothes are pieces by pieces of cloth, even if the style is simple, they are neat.

Why are the Shadow Guard’s clothes full of streaks with ragged edges, and blackened and dirtied?

I remember that in my previous fashion history classes, in some eras people would specially make cuts in their jeans to make them look old, which was a trend of the time.

The Shadow Guard is probably keeping up with the fashion trend of this era.

No wonder people keep looking at him and pointing him out.

Although I don't like this tattered postmodern style of clothing, it is clearly a difference between other people and me, I have no right to interfere with other people’s preferences. This creator god is really very democratic.

The owner of the inn came up, looked up and down at my clothes, his gaze stopping at the jade pendant on my waist several times. He smiled until his eyes became narrow, and when he saw my face, the corners of his mouth seemed to twitch.

"Uh, honored guest, are you staying at the inn? What room do you want, how many?"

I felt a little complicated, not knowing how to answer. I could only look at the Shadow Guard.

"One room.” The Shadow Guard’s tone was a bit hesitant, “......how about …...a principal room.” 

Wait a minute, it couldn’t be that he had never stayed at an inn before either?

"Okay~" The boss agreed and looked at the Shadow Guard, full of smiles.

The Shadow Guard looked at me.

Hm? Why are you looking at me?

After waiting for a while, the boss quietly reminded: "Honored guest, first pay a deposit...?"

  ……Oh! I understand! Asking for money! But that’s fucking useless, I don’t have money.

After the Shadow Guard regarded me with a complicated expression, he took a deep breath, as if making a determination, then turned back and said, "Boss, bring a pen and paper."

Hearing this, the boss arranged it for him. When the Shadow Guard finished writing, the boss looked and his whole body shook, his expression becoming extremely respectful.

"So it is that lord's... Waiter! Quickly send these two noble guests upstairs!"

Eh! Writing can be spent as money! My Shadow Guard is so great!

I glanced at the Shadow Guard with admiration, intending to wait until we arrived in the room to praise him, but his complexion suddenly became very unsightly.

The boss finished arranging the room and looked at the Shadow Guard while whispering, "Young master, your follower’s wounds are not light, should I call a doctor?"

I frowned and looked at the Shadow Guard: "Who told you he was hurt?"

Unexpectedly, when I just finished speaking, the boss knelt down in fear. "My humble self has spoken too much! I should die! Young master, please spare my life!"

…..why are each and every one of you like this? Why are you all forcibly acting like I’m a serial killer...

I went into the room depressed, and saw the bed I had once seen in a museum. In our civilization, the source files of consciousness are stored in network containers while we rest, so the idea that such a simple wooden board in front of me could restore physical strength is seriously amazing.

Do I just lie down on it...

"I deeply apologize for my incompetence, with this unwise decision, you can only stay for two or three days ...Master, please punish me."

I frowned: "You did pretty well, I was even going to praise you."

The Shadow Guard’s face was deathly pale.

I sat on the bed and shook it a few times, finding that the bedding was actually soft, when I saw the Shadow Guard conscientiously crouching in the corner. "What are you doing over there?"

"...I apologize for my incompetence, this servant is a Shadow Guard, who should be guarding the Master in an unseen place, not obstructing the owner's eyes. But... my lowly body is very unsuitable, without the strength to jump on the roof beams..."

Oh, was my Shadow Guard born with a disability?

Being disabled and still engaging in a high risk occupation as a bodyguard, this really must be a strong will in a disabled body.

I smiled at him approvingly. The Shadow Guard fell in fear.

"Won’t you come up?" I patted the quilt.

"...I won’t." The corners of the Shadow Guard’s mouth twitched.

It seems that he likes crouching in the corner and doesn’t like sleeping in bed. I never force anyone to do anything, so I let him be, pulling the covers over me and lying down.

The jewelry I wore jingled together, wearing both gold and jade... it was really pressing quite uncomfortably and unbearable.

I recalled today's unfavorable situation and did not feel very great. I am the creator god of this world, coming here with a plug-in, thinking I would be a big plug-in user who could cover the sky with one hand. Instead, unable to find the golden finger switch, I am just a little defeated thing that is not even as good as the common people.

I don't know what can support me to survive in this sinister Jianghu.* I don’t have a friend in the world, not even two sticks to rub together, what’s left is only... my... good looks… sigh.

*Jianghu = land of rivers and lakes, the martial world

After reaching this place, I couldn't help but feel depressed.

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Chapter 1

Novel: Life Going Wild With Plug-ins 带挂装逼, 最为致命 by Shi Zi Qing 十字卿

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When I woke up, I felt rather confused, unable to recall who I was, where I was, or what I was doing.

Looking to the side, there was a wooden box with an envelope placed on it.

The cover was so beautiful that it won my heart, so I shook open the envelope.

“Hey! Look around, isn't it beautiful?”

The opening was a sentence like this, so I subconsciously turned my head and looked around in all directions. This place was a small pavilion on the side of a mountain, surrounded by lush vegetation, and between the gaps in the leaves, the vague outline of towering city walls could be seen.

“This is the world you created~”

......

????

What the hell?!!!!

“Saying it like this is probably a bit abrupt, because your memory ends before the start of your graduation project, right? Actually, you already chose your graduation project, which prompted you to create this world—you spent 75 years of time to complete this schoolwork, and the world has finally entered the preview stage. Of course, because every single grass and tree in this world is set up and created by you, the overly familiar would be too boring, so before entering, your memories of producing your graduation project have been temporarily blocked and encrypted. Do you understand?”

Oh I remember now.

In my time, human science had already reached its peak. Any wild idea can be brought to life based on science, and any long-running troubles and diseases can be cured by science. Humans do not age or die, with no illness or disaster, and do not even need to be attached to a physical existence. What our civilization has accomplished is already the same as the “gods” of myths from ancient people.

It sounds a bit crazy, but it has been said long ago that the peak of science is equivalent to magic.

“You can experience the world you created at once. Think about it, isn’t it a little exciting? But you all have never experienced earthly suffering. It’s practically impossible for you to live in a physical body, and you will definitely starve to death within minutes.—Aye, you remember starving to death? It was talked about in your somatosensory course, if your physical body doesn’t eat, you will die. Yes, that’s it! Ah also, if you don’t breathe underwater for a long time, you will also die! Although these are very difficult and there are not many people who know about these things, you, after all, are the most awesome top student in our class. I believe you can live a few more days.

I’m saying that, but it’s your first time being alive, so I still can’t be at ease ……so I secretly turned on the plug-in system and modifier for you. If you need to change any values, you can do it yourself.

However, the most important thing for survival is of course the money system. The initial money amount upon entering this world is only 1 tael, you probably can’t do anything with that. The code for modifying money is 23333. Since it will be commonly used, the code is simple. The codes for other data are on the book in the box.

The martial world is very dangerous, remember that the first thing you need to do is buy a bodyguard. After all, your memories of creation have been blocked, and having someone following you will be more secure. Buying a guard who can fight and kill outside, and wash clothes and cook at home, isn’t that a household essential?

Also~ rereading and rendering the file for this physical body takes too much time, I really don't want to wait for it to load for a second time. Be good and stay alive for me, hehe."

After reading this letter, I couldn't help but feel a little bit conceited. Looking at the great rivers and mountains in front of me, thinking about how I was the creator god here, I felt that I was really extremely awesome and cool.

Let me see what this creator god looks like.

This creator god smoothed the ends of his hair, strolled to the side of the river, and gave a slight glance.

In the reflection was a tall figure, with spotlessly embroidered traditional Chinese clothes emphasizing a face of unmatched beauty, and a creamy complexion glowing with soft light. This face, this figure, they are so beautiful that I can't help but omit a 50,000 character description here.

The banished immortals spoken of in ancient books probably referred to people like me.

……Oh.

Isn't this the internet hot product, the best-selling Prince Charming face I bought on Taobao?

*Taobao = popular Chinese online shopping site

This discovery couldn’t help but make me feel a little sad. At that time, I really put a lot of effort into face customization class, but it was not much use, and even in my graduation project, I wasn’t able to customize a satisfactory original face?

But although my face customization was an eyesore at the time, it actually let me discover something. Even if the features are clumsy, as long as the skin tone is good and a brightening effect is added, it can look good. Three points go to looking at the face, seven points to special effects.

For example, this circle of heavenly light surrounding me.

Why did I add special effects to a face that was already beautiful enough to be sold out, as well as the alluring cinnabar mole between the eyebrows? Sigh, this combination is too eye-catching and exaggerated.

In modern civilization, we are immortal and do not lack time, our days are lazy and shapeless and spacing out has become a habit. I was unable to adapt to my surroundings immediately, until I frustratedly stood in the blowing wind on the mountaintop for a while. Then, suddenly sober, I remembered that it seemed like I should follow what the letter said and go buy a bodyguard.

I looked down and checked but didn’t find any injuries on my body, could it be what was called poisoning? I thought about how upon coming here, I still had not seen even half a trace of a person, but had already fallen victim to some kind of plot. The martial world was truly very dangerous.

I got up and straightened my clothes, and then idly followed the forest path down the mountain. It had been a long time since I operated a physical body, so walking was not very effortless.

The road led me all the way to the city gates, where I finally started seeing people walking by. For the most part they all seemed to be commoners, each working hard to make a living. Looking at the style of clothing and architecture, it seemed like the Tang and Song Dynasty period.

I looked with awe at the crowded busy people.

These are all my ancestors~

But I still don’t know where to go to buy a bodyguard.

……I’ve lived so long but I still haven’t seen a physical store before!!

The buildings are so complicated and there are no road signs, life in the ancient times was truly inconvenient. Fortunately, I resourcefully asked an ancestor by the side of the road, and the man looked me up and down and said: "Such a noble young master, you definitely do not lack servants, surely you’re here to buy a Shadow Guard?"

……Is there any difference?

But I am the creator god of this world, and I didn't want to expose that I knew less than a passerby, so I nodded profoundly: "Yes."

The ancestor understandingly said, "It just so happens that there is a Nightrunner branch ahead. Although the guards at the branch are not as good quality as those at the headquarters, they are still under Nightrunner."

After thanking him, and while searching on the way and asking people walking by, I finally started to understand a little: Other than a few aristocratic families who trained their guards from childhood, among the people there are also many institutions that specialize in training and employing guards. And among them, Nightrunner is a company in the industry that has a rare brand awareness, cultivating excellent employees and a unique corporate culture, in addition to even providing after-sales service.

It could be said to be guard training institution at the forefront of the times, very advanced, deserving of respect.

I would think that such an advanced company would be very easy to find, but after searching for a long time, I still didn’t find the storefront. In the end, a kind girl personally showed me where it was.

It was only a small tree stump next to a Shaxian snack store.

*Shaxian = a county in Fujian, China famous for its snacks

There was a hole in the stump. A crescent moon was painted at the tunnel entrance.

This is too hard to find! Are there really any customers?!

What even is this scum promotion ability, inviting scorn.

I, the creator god, descended into the hole in a condescending manner, and then slipped on a section of the tunnel.

The bottom of the hole was pitch black. There was an old lady holding a lamp who looked at me strangely and stretched out a hand: "Do you have a token?"

It was like a girl at a hair salon, do you have a membership card?

Evidently, I did not.

I shook my head heavily.

"Then you can only look at the goods above ground." The old woman retracted her hand and knocked on the table lightly. A gust of ill wind passed by, and before I could see the figure, I was thrown out.

The ill wind turned into a person who expressionlessly beckoned at me, so I followed him for a while down a twisting and turning road, arriving at an inn.

The inn had a table at one side, while many people gathered on the other side, all dragging their feet and chatting idly, as if workers waiting for employment. Upon seeing me, they blankly looked me up and down.

"It's just these, the young master can choose as he pleases. If you need anything, tell the shopkeeper." After that, the ill wind blew past, and the person was gone.

……So negligent!! Where is the good brand image they talked about?! How about the good corporate culture?!! I made up a bunch of scripted lines in my head for a confident and handsome sword-wielding bodyguard in vain, what is up with all these rough guys?!!

The shopkeeper was a courteous youth. After arranging his abacus, he came over and greeted me, saying, "This elder’s face is unfamiliar, is it your first time in Changluo?"

My exaggerated appearance gave a sense of being newly rich. The rough guys seemed rather agitated, looking at me like hungry wolves, scaring me into taking a step back.

"Because Ye Sheng brought you here, presumably the young master came to buy a guard? In Xiao Ke’s store, other than Nightrunner guards, we often have handymen who do seasonal work, we are sorry to the young master for this poor performance."

Oh, this person is called Xiao Ke. The name is really cute, like a mascot following a magical girl.

It wasn’t until he mentioned this that I noticed, in addition to the rough men in the previous wave, there were a few capable black-clothed figures within. These few people were either sitting or standing, imposing and calm, all carrying swords with vigilant expressions.

There was also a person curled up in the corner of the wall, his figure concealed in the darkness, his features not visible.

"The prices for Nightrunner guards have never been inexpensive." The shopkeeper paused, then said with a smile, "But the young master has such an expensive air, so it will naturally not be anything difficult. Please choose whichever you want."

"What price are they?" I asked slowly.

"Once a Shadow Guard accepts a master, he will be hired for life, so it is a one time buyout. The two on the right are the newcomers this term, both are three thousand taels. The three guards on the left are veterans of three terms, each of which are respectively two thousand taels, four thousand taels, four thousand and five hundred taels, this one in the middle……"

……I must be picking cabbage!

These prices are indeed not cheap, enough for the expenses of an ordinary family for more than ten years. Even for large wealthy households, if they want to buy a large number of guards, it would not be a small burden.

However, I don't lack money. I can open the plug-ins, modifying the amount of money at will.

Thinking of this, the corners of my mouth curved a slight arc, smiling very profoundly.

I walked slowly in front of the Shadow Guards.

Slowly looked at each one.

Slowly recalled the password for the plug-in to modify money.

Slowly thinking, where is the code input box.

But there is no input box!!!!

Where can I open the modifier?!! I haven't seen the ESC key!!!

What the hell?!!!!!!

This screen is mocking me so much I can’t even look, I can only squat down and hold my head in pain.

“Ay! Young master, that one, that one…… that one won’t do……” 

Huh?

I looked up and saw the bundle of cloth in front of me…… oh no, a person.

It turns out that I walked past the shadow guards and ended up right in front of the person shrunk into the corner of the wall. He was curled in a ball on the ground, and not only were his clothes disheveled and ragged, there was also a dark filth concentrated in the places where the fabric was ripped, dryly sticking to his body.

And it came with a whiff of a strange metallic smell.

"How much is this one?" Why won’t this one do, couldn’t be too expensive?

"That one…..." the shopkeeper stammered, "Is free."

Hey~!

My mood became as happy and free as the tilde mark.

"He is free, you only need to pay one tael for the Nightrunner processing fee. Nightrunner does not deceive guests, this person…… is a waste."

"Is he also a Shadow Guard?"

"Yes. But—"

"I’ll take him." I nodded with satisfaction.

The letter said it was necessary to buy a guard, but it did not say I had to buy a good one. Might as well improvise and buy one that’s more or less okay.

If worst comes to worst, I can buy a new one next time~

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Life Going Wild With Plug-ins 带挂装逼, 最为致命 by Shi Zi Qing 十字卿

Description: In short, MC inadvertently created a world, but as the creator of the world, he did not know the world at all. He should have lived here like a fish in the sea with some plug-ins that MCs always have. But now he is even stumped by the bugs in the instant world. Luckily, in this world he has found his shadow guard, or his lover? So the daily adventure is getting not so boring...

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Chapter 1 - “This is the world you created”

Chapter 2 - The letter only wrote about the task of buying a Shadow Guard, and since I already bought one, I felt that my life goals had already been accomplished, and that I had no concerns.

Chapter 3 - The Shadow Guard is really a good person.

Chapter 4 - The human physical body is truly hard to control. 

Chapter 5 - “Being above ten thousand people, that will do.”

Chapter 6 - They definitely think that I am so beautiful as if glowing.

Chapter 7 - I think, I’m super awesome

Chapter 8 - Unable to control the absurdly great power in my body.

Chapter 9 - I feel more and more that I am really toxic.

Chapter 10 - I could now sit on a chair at the table to eat a meal like a normal person, which was remarkable progress.

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Manhua

Unfortunately, the manhua is on indefinite hiatus due to the artist sadly passing away in September 2018. However, I would still highly recommend the translated manhua on the official site. Please check out the beautiful artwork and amazing story there!

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Chapter 7 - A Lively Scene

Novel: Qi Ye 七爷 (Lord Seventh) by Priest

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Notes: Hi everyone! I’m really glad some people are interested in reading this, since originally I wasn’t sure if anyone else would care about this when I picked it up. Some parts of this chapter were honestly very difficult for me to translate, so if you find mistakes, please let me know! (Unfortunately, I don’t have an editor, I do my best to translate and edit by myself in my free time.)

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Wu Xi’s hands in his sleeves tightened into fists, his fingernails digging into his palms. The lofty and remote man held his chin with one hand and smiled, making him feel an indescribable sense of discomfort. He thought, that person looking at your own appearance is like a noble looking at kittens and puppies for fun.

The high ceiling of the main hall seemed like a small sky, the lifelike dragon on the big pillar spiraling through the sky and straight into the Imperial Court. Everyone’s eyes fell on him. Wu Xi thought that he had always been calm, and that he had learned a lot from the Grand Sorcerer and knew what was right and what was wrong, but he had never been unable to control himself the way he was now.

In South Xinjiang, the Grand Sorcerers were their gods, and the people deeply respected the Grand Sorcerers just as they respected the great god Jia Xi. The sorcerer youths were the Grand Sorcerers of the future, and it was said that they were little messengers from the heavens. Leaving home, he grew up next to the Grand Sorcerer and learned all kinds of things. In the eyes of his people, he was not any less worthy of respect because he was a child.

It was like a rush of blood suddenly went through his heart, violently wanting to break through his body and pounce on all the people who disrespected him.

Wu Xi turned his head and saw the expressions of A Xinlai and the others--his brave people and warriors stood there, disgraced. Their faces showed anger that they could not express with indignation, these men who did not even retreat when confronting wild beasts and poisonous snakes, at that moment, had to raise their heads to look at those lofty, arrogant people.

It was like a bunch of small bugs getting trampled on.

Wu Xi took a deep breath and slowly spoke in the unfamiliar official language: "The things that the Emperor talked about are probably from the sorcery of the Central Plains. We have no such things in South Xinjiang."

"Oh? Then what do you cultivate?"

Wu Xi gave him a fixed glance, and not just He Lianpei who he stared at, but also Jing Qi who was standing beside him, couldn’t help but feel that the child’s eyes were very strange, with an unusual demonic energy. It made people feel uncomfortable in their hearts, not at all lovable like the other children.

Wu Xi stood up: "Would the Emperor allow me to demonstrate?"

He Lianpei busily nodded and said: "Good, do you need any supplementary items?"

Wu Xi didn't talk, his exposed eyes curving slightly for a moment, as if he was smiling, but Jing Qi couldn't help but frown. When Wu Xi turned around, he just so happened to meet Jing Qi’s frowning gaze. He only then noticed that standing next to the emperor of the Central Plains, body slightly turned to the side, there was a not very conspicuous child. But Wu Xi just slightly glanced at him, turned and walked two steps, and stopped in front of the Official of the Ministry of Rites, Jian Sizong.

Wu Xi looked up with a curved eyes that were large and black, pressing his hands to his chest as if giving a polite greeting. Jian Sizong did not know what he meant, and only frowned while trying to size him up.

Suddenly, Jian Sizong felt that something was wrong, as there seemed to be something blinding his eyes, making his vision unclear. He hurriedly took two steps backwards, a buzzing noise filling his ears, making him look around blankly, unable to recognize the people around him. Jian Sizong knew in his heart that he had fallen into the sorcery of the small child, and he became both scared and furious, angrily pointing at Wu Xi: "You….."

But when he looked again, standing before him was no longer a child with a covered face and black robes, it was clearly a youthful woman in pink clothes. He saw the woman smiling at him, cheeks turning a light shade of pink, her eyebrows lowered, tactfully flirtatious. The tips of her eyes looked like they had grown hooks at the ends, and she looked very much like the famous courtesan of the ancient willow lane, Xiao He Yue.

Jian Sizong’s face immediately turned red.

He saw that the beauty took two steps forward, and reached out to undress, and Jian Sizong wondered, in a public place with so many people, how could there be such a wanton woman who would dare to go so far without shame? He was about to stop her, but suddenly realized that there was not a single other person in sight. In the empty hall, the crowd of officials and ministers had disappeared. Only he and the woman were left.

Looking again, where even is the main hall, this is clearly the "Smoke Tower" covered with red silk.

The woman who deeply resembled Xiao He Yue came deceptively close, her outer garment mostly undone, her soft breasts half-exposed, a bright cinnabar mole showing in her chest area. Her eyes were hazy, seeming shy and resentful, circulating with different feelings, but looking again, they disappeared, only leaving a pair of watery almond eyes.

Seeing this scene, Jian Sizong felt heat start flowing through his lower abdomen, his three souls and seven mortal forms were already mostly scattered, and he could not help but reach out and embrace the beauty.

He felt that the person in his arms was struggling to push and refuse, adding even more soul-melting charm. He couldn’t wait to be with her and fall in the warmth of the red silk to go to Wushan with the clouds and rain.

At this time, he heard a chuckle in his ear, and the chuckling person seemed to be a child. The sound was a little bit sharp, but very cold, and when entering the ears, it felt like it pierced the heart and caused it to tremble.

Jian Sizong was actually scared into a cold sweat, his continuous rubbing against the women was suddenly stopped, and his eyes widened.

He only felt a pain in his chest, then was forcefully pushed away.

Jian Sizong looked up, and standing there was not the Xiao He Yue of the Smoke Tower, but was clearly a meaty body, with a face full of wrinkles and a sunken mouth, the Minister of Revenue, Zhao Mingji, Master Zhao!

Everyone in the room was dumbstruck.

Originally, when seeing Wu Xi inexplicably going to find Jian Sizong who had just caused him trouble, the reasons seemed very unclear. At that time, the two stood two feet apart, staring at each other in hostility for a moment, before they saw that Jian Sizong suddenly moved back two steps, reaching out to point with one finger, but before actually lifting it, he had already put it back down.

Then his eyes squinted unblinkingly at the empty hall in front of him, no one knowing what he saw. Everyone watching seemed to observe that his face obscenely started to flush red, and then this most rule-abiding and old-fashioned person started laughing like “Hee hee,” saliva flowing out of the corner of his mouth, a vulgar expression in his eyes, the absolute opposite of his normally uptight and honorable self.

Everyone's eyes pinned straight on him, and He Lianpei leaned forward out of his chair, very much wanting to get closer and see this scene more clearly.

Then, Jian Sizong suddenly made an even scarier move. He actually opened his arms and pounced on the person next to him like a fierce tiger, embracing Zhao Mingji!

In all honesty... th-th-that master Zhao Mingji, even if his face couldn’t frighten the heaven and earth, it could at least frighten some demonic beings and scare a couple children, but Minister Jian was embracing him as if he was the most beautiful woman in the world. The expression on his face was extremely lewd, but just embracing might have been okay if he didn’t also start groaning and moving his hands up and down, his mouth stammering "Xiao He Yue", "Darling,” ceaselessly.

He Lianpei was stupefied, and after a while, he blankly said: "This… where did all this come from? Ah, Official Jian Ai, even if for Master Zhao, for Master Zhao, you always had this kind of admiration, you should not ignore the fact that he has a wife and children!"

Jing Qi was worried he might fall down headfirst.

His Majesty the Emperor’s outburst astonished everyone, again confusing all of the officials whose wits had just began to return to normal. Jing Qi quietly took two steps back, and his eyes fell on the sorcerer youth.

Just a few moments ago he already felt that this brat had demonic energy, and it turned out that he really did know some sorcery. This small poisonous creature was already so full of revengeful spirit at a young age, he would really become a force to be dealt with in the future.

As he moved back, he just happened to see He Lianyi look up and over in the direction of Wu Xi. Jing Qi saw that the calm face of the teenager flashed with killing intent.

At this time, if there was still no one who would come out and speak, things would escalate into a big problem, and Jian Sizong was the backbone of the oldest prince’s faction. Having just finally recovered his spirit, He Lianzhao stood up and shouted furiously: "Father Emperor, under the eyes of the public, a court official of the imperial household was ridiculed, what should be done?!"

This furious shouting finally blasted everyone awake, Zhao Mingji’s face was choked purple, but with his body that had the strength of a dried and salted fish, he could not push away the suddenly forceful Jian Sizong. He hurriedly struggled and refused and yelled, but the other side did not respond, and his clothes were even partially torn apart.

"Audacious!"

"This is dishonoring respectable people, really humiliating!"

"Still no one is coming to drag this evildoer out of here!"

The sound of one after another seemed to explode into a boil, and He Lianpei coughed and gave Wu Xi a difficult look. Of course, he couldn’t really have Wu Xi dragged out. The sorcerer youth was eccentric, but he was still a child. He was a benevolent and righteous ruler, how could he be narrow-minded and lower himself to become like a young child?

Besides …... besides, this show of sorcery was truly a problem that was a product of his own curiosity, in any case He Lianpei could not hit himself in the face, so he forcefully slapped the table and shouted: "What are you being so noisy for?!"

This was the emperor after all, so the passion and excitement of the crowd of officials immediately stagnated, and they kneeled uniformly. Wu Xi smiled and also kneeled, but he kept his waist and back quite straight.

Only He Lianzhao, even though currently kneeling, dared to call loudly: "Father Emperor! Father Emperor, Minister Jian is a longstanding official of Daqing, a person of virtue and prestige, this... this is to forcing him hit his head on the pillar of the Main Hall and die, Father Emperor!"

He Lianpei coughed lightly and said to Wu Xi: "This ... South Xinjiang sorcerer youth, this indeed is unacceptable behavior, would you hurry and remove the spell on Master Jian? I have seen that the sorcery from South Xinjiang is just like this."

But Wu Xi replied: "Emperor, this is just a small trick, I simply cast a kind of love spell, which is called ‘An Inch of Fairy Footsteps’ where we are from. Whoever it is cast on will see the person who they are thinking about in their heart. Where we are from, thinking about someone means you want to be with someone, isn’t that right? Why would he want to hit his head and die?”

"This..." He Lianpei touched his nose and could only say vaguely, "The Central Plains is a civilized place, which is naturally different from the place where you are from. After you settle here, you will naturally be assigned a gentleman to teach you to read and reason. Then you will understand, some things... Some things can't be done in public."

Jing Qi turned his face to the side and almost broke down because of the emperor’s sentence – “Can’t be done in public.”

Actually, He Lianpei could also be considered to have a good temperament, with a little bit of compassion and good feeling. If he wasn’t sitting on this imperial chair, he might actually be an interesting person.

Wuxi finally nodded: "So it turns out that it can’t be done in front of people, I understand now."

This one sentence pierced the heart of an innumerable amount of people present, feeling like this evil creature from South Xinjiang was truly dreadful, having poisonous thoughts from such a young age, always ridiculing people when speaking, he was clearly full of evil ideas and undisciplined.

They only saw Wu Xi reaching out his hands, patting a few times with a strange rhythm, sneering. Jian Sizong seemed to have been hit with martial arts, abruptly becoming motionless, Zhao Mingji took the opportunity, breathing roughly, he pushed him away as if fighting for his life.

Jing Qi actually became interested this time. Others didn’t know, but Jian Sizong was a core person in the eldest prince’s association, and in the previous lifetimes had helped He Lianyi sweep clean all his brothers, and he had seen and heard all of these atrocious deeds with his own eyes and ears. Naturally, he knew what kind of person this supposedly righteous Jian Sizong was, but it was a pity that in his last life, the world was a place where people would fight in the dark, and there was no superior master who fought regardless of the situation like this South Xinjiang sorcerer youth, creating this lively and cacophonous scene.

He appeared to be ignorantly standing next to the emperor and pretending not to exist, but in his heart he was rejoicing in the other’s misfortune, and was imagining how this Minister Jian would react after waking up.

Zhao Mingji furiously pointed at Jian Sizong, his entire body shaking and his face swollen, and even the thousands of wrinkles on his face seemed to be flattened, but no words came out of his mouth for a long time.

Speaking of which, the party struggle between the major factions of the country seemed to have already reached a finale, but after all is said and done, not everyone can find people who share their vile habits.

There are inevitably some people who aren’t cared for by their grandmas or loved by their uncles or even acknowledged by dogs, relying on no one, not fond of anyone, mouth always spurting blood, biting whoever they catch. Unfortunately, that Master Zhao is such a person. It is pitiful that Zhao Daren always bites people, opening his bloody mouth like a sacrificial bowl, and biting determinedly and ferociously, but as he now tried to rack his brains to figure out how to righteously curse this person who should be cursed, looking for the perfect way to condemn this blackened person, he was so angry that he couldn’t speak any human words.

He could only tremble uncontrollably.

Jing Qi thought, with this kind of temperament, this person will probably escalate this stupid situation and then start knocking himself on a pillar.

Sure enough, he saw Master Zhao bellow furiously: "This shameless villain! This righteous-looking group full of robbers and prostitutes managed to laze their way into the Imperial Hall, insulting an imperial official! I, Zhao Mingji, may be untalented, but I’ve definitely read a few books, and I know what is proper and honest! It is beneath me to be associated with this cunning, immoral plot!"

After this frenzied outburst, he indeed ran headfirst towards the stone pillar of the hall. Fortunately, Master Zhao was no longer young, and did not have the old but vigorous spirit of Minister Jian, so he ran slowly and was chaotically pulled back by the people standing.

Zhao Mingji kneeled on the floor, with intermittent bouts of snot and crying, howling things like “This saint has been disrespected,” “From now on I will no longer have face”......

It turned out that when this man started to cause a disturbance, it was not much better than a woman, and He Lianpei’s brains were almost exploded by this scene, his face emaciated.

Jing Qi then thought, after such a long disturbance, Jian Sizong probably should have come to his senses, this time it was Minister Jian’s turn to hit the pillar.

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Chapter 6 - South Xinjiang’s Sorcerer Youth

Novel: Qi Ye 七爷 (Lord Seventh) by Priest

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When Wu Xi entered the gate of the capital city in the carriage, he couldn't help but secretly lift up the curtain.

After being on the road from South Xinjiang to the Central Plains for a few entire months, he was finally able to see that the Central Plains he heard about in legends was truly so large and so populous.

The city walls linked together, there was an endless traffic of carriages, and the street looked so long that it would take over a lifetime to finish walking.

The dense forests of South Xinjiang that were filled with dark fog year round and the strongholds held up by massive mountains seemed shabby and insignificant in front of this long and unbroken stretch of rivers and mountains that continued on for thousands of miles. So why was it a place that attracted the troops of the Central Plains people, who had to attack his own clan’s people?

Wu Xi had asked the Grand Sorcerer, the most authoritative and wise man in the tribe whose words represented the will of the god Jia Xi. Wu Xi would also be a Grand Sorcerer in the future, but he was still a child and there were many things he didn’t understand.

The Grand Sorcerer told him: "This is a test of the god Jia Xi, the god Jia Xi is omnipresent, looking at everything that everyone has done, and if the cause is buried today, the result will be harvested in the future. Only, the life of a mortal is too short, like a small bug that appears on the ground and then dies quickly, unknowing, not understanding the god’s will. When you grow up and have seen many people, and when you know a lot of things, you will slowly start to understand."

When the Grand Sorcerer said this, the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes seemed to change, his serene eyes gazing at the hazy mountains in the distance, black and lacquered, like a pool of stagnant water that would not move.

Wu Xi looked at his eyes and suddenly felt particularly sad. The Grand Sorcerer patted his head and said to him: "You are already ten years old and you’re starting to make up your own mind and thoughts. There are many things that you might not remember even if I teach you, so it’s time for you to go out and look for yourself.”

Wu Xi stretched out and firmly grabbed the long robes of the Grand Sorcerer, but kept his mouth shut. The Grand Sorcerer sighed: "The Central Plains is like a snare, with lively and rich things that you can't even imagine, the most beautiful people and the most exquisite things. You may start thinking that compared to the Central Plains, South Xinjiang is a broken place isolated by the mountains, and you will not want to leave that place and forget who you are."

"I won't." Wuxi looked up him and solemnly raised a small hand. "I swear to God, I will definitely come back, I will never forget my people in my life. I will bring my people to fight back, I will remember who bullied us and I will not give those people a peaceful death!"

The Grand Sorcerer started to laugh, not looking like a heavenly messenger or a master who always meant what he said, only like an ordinary old man, with a little kindness and exhaustion, watching a child who grew up day by day with an indescribable kind of hope and expectation, and because the expectation was a little too much, some anxiety gradually appeared: "Remember the words you said today, remember your hometown. No matter how far you go, remember your people who are still waiting for you."

The Central Plains were dazzling and made Wu Xi curious. When walking through a place, it was almost like he wanted to give birth to a new pair of eyes to look more carefully at everything, but his curiosity was mixed with fear. Every day before going to bed, he repeated the Grand Sorcerer’s parting words silently in his heart. But of all of the places in the world, not one was as prosperous as the capital, prosperous to the point that he felt like it wasn’t real.

Through the opened curtain, an unusual smell floated over, and Wu Xi carefully identified it as the smell of the thronging crowds of people and horse carriages, very thick with a very, very light fragrance in the middle, carrying something that seemed bewitching.

He raised his head, seeing crowds of people filling both sides of the road. There were some carrying bird cages, some lifting baskets, and all of the people looked at his group like they were watching some exotic animals with great interest.

The carriage slowly steadied and continued down the flat, cobbled limestone road. In the midst of the city, there was also a winding river, and several particularly large and gaudy boats were moored quietly on it as the water flowed past. The drooping branch of the willow on the bank of the river seemed to reach towards Wu Xi, but when he reached out to catch it, he did not succeed.

At this time, the carriage stopped and footsteps approached. Wu Xi lowered the curtain, sitting up properly, and when the carriage door opened from the front, he saw his clan member and travel companion A Xinlai mirroring his posture with a straightened waist and back, standing to the side, looking like he was trying hard to make himself look taller. Behind him was a grinning old man wearing a strange tall hat, wide sleeves hanging down all the way to his knees with his hands hidden inside, the voice coming out of his mouth sharp and thin: "Oh, this is the sorcerer youth master, is it not? This place welcomes you."

Lu Baichuan, who accompanied him, quickly explained to them in the rough language of southern Xinjiang: "This is Eunuch Xi who serves next to the emperor, who is a first-class important person. The emperor specially sent the eunuch to the Xuande gate to welcome you, and arranged for your stay in the palace, which is an incredible promotion for you."

Lu Baichuan was a Han Chinese person from the border of southern Xinjiang. During the war, he was one of the guides recruited by Feng Yuanji. His Mandarin and Xinjiang dialect were both very proficient, and he cleverly climbed the ranks of the army, becoming an important person. The South Xinjiang delegation’s knowledge of Mandarin was limited to simple conversations, so he was specially assigned to translate for the sorcerer youth.

Wu Xi’s face was covered with black cloth, only revealing a pair of extremely dark eyes, sweeping past Lu Baichuan. The smile on Lu Baichuan’s face stiffened for a moment, as he kept feeling that the child’s eyes were not at all childlike, so dark, so wild, looking like they were carved out of the same mold as the godlike and ancient Grand Sorcerer, the cold gaze making people shiver.

Wu Xi stood up slowly and Lu Baichuan reached out to help him with a flattering hand, but was slapped away by A Xinlai.

Lu Baichuan became furious, but when he turned and saw the fierce southerner currently glaring at him with anger and the colorful tattoos on his exposed upper body, the young man looked a little awkward. In an instant, Lu Baichuan’s anger cooled in his stomach and he moved aside, embarrassed, watching A Xinlai bend down, let Wu Xi hold his arm with a very humble action, and carefully helped him get off.

Wu Xi raised his eyes and looked at the shrill-sounding, shrewd-looking eunuch, hesitating for a moment, but then thought of the Grand Sorcerer’s parting reminder to restrain himself at the Central Plains in order to protect the whole clan and finally inclined his head slightly.

Eunuch Xi immediately turned to the side, showing that he did not dare accept this humble greeting: "This old slave does not deserve this greeting, I absolutely don’t dare!"

The Imperial City was in the center of the capital, palaces connecting to even more palaces, a golden glory that was easy to lose yourself in, rising into the clouds. Wuxi looked up and thought, it was really high...

He started to feel a little bit scared, but could not show it, because A Xinlai and the others were behind him and the enemy soldiers were watching. He couldn't let his clan lose face.

Wu Xi quietly took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and followed Eunuch Xi inside. 

When the warriors of South Xinjiang arrived at the main hall, the whispering civil and military officials suddenly became quiet, watching this group of rough and imposing Southern people march in. Many years of living in the wild made their shoulders particularly wide, and their shoulders were covered in totem-like tattoos, their honey-colored skin exposed, and their hair loose. 

Jing Qi, by the grace of the Emperor He Lianpei, was sitting next to this venerable figure and tried to sneak a yawn when he thought no one was paying attention. Halfway through the yawn, he heard the announcement and restrained himself, quickly blinking to hide his watery eyes.

He vaguely remembers that in his last reincarnation he only heard that the Southern people surrendered, the emperor satisfied his vanity, and there were no further malicious thoughts. There was no such thing as a hostage brought to the capital. Indeed, with the chances of another lifetime, there were still some things that would change.

He couldn’t help but be a little curious, observing from afar, wanting to see the appearance of the savage Southern people who destroyed 400,000 elite troops of Daqing.

But once he looked over, he saw a child escorted by those warriors. His small body was wrapped in a black robe, and even his face could not be seen, only revealing a pair of eyes, as if he were a ghost. He stood up very straight, and he seemed to face all the people’s judgement without fear.

However, Jing Qi didn’t know why, he just felt that this child was a little pitiful.

The military officers of Daqing kneeled, shouting long live long live His Majesty. The warriors of South Xinjiang looked at each other for a second and also uniformly kneeled. Only the black-robed sorcerer youth still stood there, seeming extremely lonely.

The Minister of Rites, Official Jian, stared down, loudly clearing his throat, and said in anger: "Audacious! Once you surrendered to Daqing, the sacred must be respected, you have met the prince, and seen the rites of the emperor, why do you not kneel?" 

A Xinlai said loudly: "Emperor of Daqing, we were defeated in battle and submitted ourselves to your rule, so kneeling is appropriate, but this sorcerer youth is the future Grand Sorcerer, the messenger of the great god Jia Xi, who does not to kneel down to anyone! ”

A Xinlai had a loud voice, and when speaking with force, the whole hall echoed with his sound.

Jing Qi squinted as he looked over. This person looked at tall and strong, but listening to the sound of this speech, he feared that this was still a child, with the feeling of a newborn calf that was not afraid of a tiger. 

Minister Jian’s face became cold, showing his anger: "Emperor Wu is the only true son of heaven, the ninety fifth deity, even if your insignificant barbarian gods personally descend from the sky, they cannot show disrespect here, not to mention a three-foot child with an official sounding name! ”

A Xinlai stared at him with eyes like shining copper. Minister Jian was not as much of a capable person as Lu Baichuan, and although the old man looked like delicate intellectual, although he was the most disciplined in the Ministry of Rites, he was truly just an old, crabby donkey. In all his life, he was best at two things: one was insulting people, and the other one was glaring at people after insulting them, and even He Lianpei tried to avoid him. Now with A Xinlai, one old and one young person stared at each other, neither willing to budge.

Jing Qi lowered his head slightly, suppressing the corners of his mouth that were curving upwards.

But Wu Xi suddenly reached his hand out and pressed it on A Xinlai’s shoulder, then took a step forward and kneeled politely: “Southern Xinjiang sorcerer youth Wu Xi pays respects to His Majesty the Emperor of Daqing.”

His voice still hadn’t changed, but the sound was clear and cold, with no softness. His hands were propped on the ground, revealing rather pale fingertips, and then he leaned down and bowed with his forehead touching the ground. Jing Qi noticed that at that moment, the Southern warriors behind him all curled their hands into tight fists, and the guy who had just clashed with Minister Jian looked like he had been slapped with frost, the rims of his eyes turning red.

He Lianpei clicked his tongue and waved his hand: "Everyone rise." Turning his head, he sharply stared at Minister Jian. “Official Jian Ai, you just said that my Daqing is a heavenly empire, so we must be tolerant towards the people. He is a child, coming from thousands of miles away, how old can he be? What are you doing by bothering him? Call the attendants, have them take good care of this sorcerer youth.”

Waiting until after the boy had already touched his head to the ground, then reprimanding the old minister, making this person look wholly bad to set off his own image of compassion. Jing Qi felt that his family’s emperor was truly capable.

He also saw the treasured emperor lean forward slightly, looking at the little sorcerer youth of South Xinjiang with a child-like curiosity, immediately asking: "South Xinjiang’s sorcerer youth, I ask you, since you are called the sorcerer youth, do you have any outstanding abilities?”

He reached out and gestured: "By cultivating your craft, can you become a heavenly immortal? Can you control the wind and the earth? Oh... Yes, do you have the ability to go through walls?”

The main hall became silent for a moment. The magnificent ninety fifth deity was receiving a statement of surrender, and his first sentence was neither an appeasement nor a threat, nor a statement that the other party lost well and should be obedient in the future, but his first question was whether the other party could go through walls?

It is likely that many people's frame of mind was similar to that of Jing Qi, wanting to cover their faces with their long sleeves and pretend they weren’t present, or they were like old Minister Jian—although they didn’t speak, their whiskers were twitching, seeming like they wanted to attack at any moment.

The author has something to say: It’s raining today, thundering, I just pulled out the cable. == I bought yogurt for a minute and got delayed and almost got stuck outside because of the rainstorm.

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Qi Ye 七爷 (Lord Seventh) by Priest

Description: Waking up again in his seventh reincarnation, prince Jing Beiyuan found himself back in time, when everything had yet to be set in motion. Having been given a second chance, Beiyuan had to survive court and decide whether it was finally time for him to let go of his feelings; all while trying to handle the youthful, innocent force of nature who had suddenly barged into his already complicated life.

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Chapters 1-5 have been translated by Sparkling Water Translations here

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This project has been dropped by me due to lack of time and resources to provide the best quality translations for this novel. Fortunately, it has been picked up by other translators, and you can find more information on Novel Updates.

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