As Yan Qingshan looked out into the dark night, he began to put his thoughts into words. His brush was raised above a scroll, and his sleeve was pulled back. He stared pensively at the paper for a moment, before marking the first word.
Today was an eventful day, after all.
Today I died again, yet instead of moving onto the rebirth cycle, I was sent back in time, his hands wrote, his writing beautiful and clear. Easy to read, easy to access.
The SYSTEM isn't working properly. It cannot properly enact the ooc restrictions, and is not even aware that I, User 004 has been sent back in time.
Which is good. Because it gives me a chance.
Today, I met Xiong Meng (senior), Wen Gen(senior), Li Mingzhu (sect leader, senior).
He wrote down, and the familiar movement of his brush across took away with it the weighs on his mind.
A familiar act.
For both Yan Qingshan and Yan Minhui.
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Sect leader has assigned me...
Today I had to deal with....
Why on earth was the original.....
Do I count as a possessing soul?....
Today I gave up He Xiaotong to the demons.....
He came for revenge today. Xiong Meng...
I'm gonna be taken tomorrow, I know it...
Sect leader is dead...
I hear that Gong Yinghui tried a coup, that stupid boy...
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Yan Qingshan, the original goods, was a man of flexible morals.
His words were known to carry a barb, and his words were often poisonous. He was from a noble born family; had he so wished, he could've been an government official. And even made it to the emperor's court with little effort!
No, but that was not his wish. He wished to be a cultivator, so that was what he pursued. He ran away at 14, and made it to a sect by 15.
But the sect was not willing to take in those with noble lineage. And they knew, with just one look at him, that he was from a noble family.
So Yan Qingshan took another chance, but this time he made contacts. He entered into service at a 'tea shop'. The cultivators from the nearby sect would often stop by, and he would serve them.
And make 'friends'.
And once he has sufficient support, he entered the sect.
But this time, what stopped him was how everyone knew of him as a server at a tea shop. Many looked down on him.
So this time, he stooped even lower. He was 16, and started cultivation late, so what? He got more contacts. He made more friends. And they weren't from the sect this time.
He knew secrets that could destroy lives. That was what gave him power.
And he had it all written down.