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 "Damn, I lost again," I cursed as I processed the moves. This old man was a monster. I picked up the game of Go when I used to be head of the Lucid River, and I sucked at it at first, but after a few years of playing I managed to become the best in the whole city, people actually made travels just to come and play with me, yet this guy, he really bested me several times now.
 "Yes…you lost." The man said, but his expressions weren't of someone who had just won. He looked perplexed.
 "How long have you been playing?" he asked.
 "A few years now."
 "A few years… I've been honing my skills for hundreds of years, and I could say that among all my peers in this sect, rare are those who manage to play as long as you did against me. I'm impressed with your thinking process."
 "It's just a game. Nothing to be so vexed about."
 The old man shook his head, "You're using mortal moves against me. If you were to use your cultivation, this game would turn differently."
 I frowned, "How is that even possible, to use cultivation in a game of go?"
 "It's rather simple, you see, right now, you're using your brain, your mind, your mortal mind to play. Not the cultivator's mind, you're thinking process compared to mine is probably several times slower. But if you were to use a cultivator's mindset to play, you'll start seeing moves that you have not before and discover tricks you have not thought of before."
 "I think I understand, but I have no idea on how to tap onto that thinking process."
 "It's not something that can be taught, you'll have to figure it out on your own. It's a kind of talent, and when you're able to use it, you'll be able to see the world anew."
 "Right, I'll keep it in mind. So how about another game?"
 "Right, let's go again."
 The old man began setting the small pieces and we started playing. As we went on, I thought about how he mentioned using the mindset of a cultivator. For me, right now, the proper move would be to barricade a group of his pieces and block his advance, that's the optimal move. If I were to do that, I'll still be on the defensive, unable to attack, and he will still have the upper hand…I need a move that could turn the tables.
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 As Shen Bao was thinking, he never noticed a green aura suddenly beginning to overlap and coalesces against his whole body. Elder Yun was taken aback but he had a bright smile on his face. Another person came from behind Shen Bao, it was the elder of the second floor of the Purple Cloud Pavilion.
 Just as he was about to speak, Elder Yun gestured for him to stop. Whatever was happening with Shen Bao was something that he didn't need to be distracted from.
 Yun decided it was time for him to make a move in retaliation to Shen Bao's seemingly reckless piece that was placed in an awkward position without any prior thought or current goal or purpose.
 Yun continued playing, laying out a perfect offense, but Shen Bao was retaliating with a weak defense, Yun knew that Shen Bao was not someone weak at the game, as he had already played against him a few rounds before, so this weak gameplay was a prep for something. Yet Yun could never see what.
 Shen Bao was still immersed in his own world, a strange feeling where whenever he moved a piece he would see almost all the corresponding moves that should follow, and whenever Yun would place his own pieces Shen Bao would figure out what the Elder wanted to do.
 Shen Bao kept placing awkward pieces and stopping Yun's moves with defensive moves that seemed amateurish and unworthy of a good Go player. Yet one piece remained in the table that was still unused, it was the first piece that Shen Bao had placed. Yun was still pondering on how Shen Bao was going to use that piece and began dedicating defensive structures to hold off any pieces to be built around that one.
 Since the game started, Shen Bao has been focused on the table and never lifted his head up, so when he did, Yun was shaken to his core. Shen Bao's only eye had a green lustrous light, almost like a shiny emerald in the depth of the night.
 "They say that dragons never die…It's a lie!" and he slammed a piece where Yun never expected, stopping an impressive chain of pieces and at the same time switching the whole game.
 The whole board changed and Yun's amazing offensive has completely been broken. Reading the table Yun began to laugh, there was no way for him to come back from this.
 "I resign! You win."
 "That was a good game!"
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 I looked at the table and smiled, the thinking process of a cultivator, it's rather addictive. If I were able to use this more often and in a specific situation I could come up with a great many tricks to help me cultivate. I can already see the benefits this could bring me.
 Thinking at this frequency would mean that I could find the optimal way and method to circulate energy, find solutions out of problems and come on top in every single encounter or dilemma.
 But there is one little inconvenience.
 My head began to hurt like a motherfucker.
 It spun as the world started turning white.
 "Drink this," said Yun as he handed me a cup of tea.
 A single sip is all I needed to clear my mind and chase the headache away.
 "What's in this?"
 "It's a mind southing recipe. Made of a special spiritual herb, it helps calm the mind and restore energy once drunk." Yun replied.
 "Many thanks," I replied.
 "No problem, tell me how was it? The first time you used your Mind's True Eye."
 "The what now?"
 "Mind's eye, Mind's True Eye, it has many names, but it mainly is a thinking process where you remove the limits imposed upon your mind to momentarily increase your intelligence."
 "Well, it was painful, but I'm sure I'll be using it often."
 "Good, I'll make you an order at the Pavilion so you can get the Mind Southing tea. You should use the Mind's Eye as often as possible, it too can be cultivated and can increase in potency and power. Some legends say that you could even see the future if your mind's eye is strong enough, but those are just myths. Now, how about another game?"
 "Cough!" I heard a cough and turned to realize that the second-floor elder had been standing here for a while.
 "Elder Zhang, why have you come here?"
 "Well, you guys have been here for a while… and I got bored."
 "Right, then come join us, you'd like a drag?" elder Yun said as he handed elder Zhang his pipe.
 "Yeah, but don't dose it too much, I'm not that good with the Joyful Weed."
 "Wuss," said Elder Yun jokingly and handed the old man his own pipe.
 I also used mine, thankfully I learned how to control my poison Qi and used a small flame to light my own smoking pipe. The three of us continued chatting as the sun came down.
 Days have gone by, and in them, I would always find time to meet up with Elder Yun and Elder Zhang, we play a few games of Go, talk about the cultivation world and the sect, and also practice cultivation. In these times I managed to reach the Peak of the middle level of Qi condensation.
 My speed of cultivation was thankfully quite high, all thanks to the Joyful Weed's toxic nature which now I learned on how to dry. My only issue was where to put the herbs so no one would steal them, and Elder Yun offered to have my Herbs dried in his own abode.
 The Poison God's book opened up a new page for me. But this one was rather aimed for knowledge, Spiritual Herbs. And a huge list of them, all of them rank from the ninth level to the seventh. Of which I have seen a small sum at the Spiritual Herb mountain of the Purple Cloud Sect, but the vast majority was so amazingly big that it would take a person ages just to memorize them.
 But surprisingly, using the Mind's Eye proved to be extremely helpful. It took me two weeks to fully digest the knowledge on the ninth level Spiritual Herbs, their usage, origin, and method to transform them into a pill. The teachings of the Poison God is great as it shows the proper way to become an Alchemist, or as the proper name in the Poison God's book, a Receptarier.
 Yet sadly I don't have the qualification, I need to at least be in the Core Formation level and have my core shape itself into a Dantian, which is like a gigantic battery where I could keep an even bigger portion of Poison Qi hidden and ready for use.
 The best way to describe it would be that the Dantian is an elusive organ of sorts, it doesn't exist in the realm of the physical. But more on a spiritual level, it's an organ that connects all of the meridians and harnesses the energy that circulates through them and saves it inside it. Breaking through to higher levels of cultivation will require this Dantian to take several and different forms. Which I have no need to know of right now, as I still need to reach Foundation Building before I achieve Core formation.
 Once I finished with my studies, I headed out, it should be time for me to hang out with Elder Yun and Elder Zhang. But just as I came out, a heavily beaten Meng Hao was unconscious at my doorsteps.
 I crouched down and held his head from the back, "Hey, kid what's wrong?"
 Meng Hao's eyes were out of focus but they locked onto me for a moment, "Signior Disciple Han…he…"
 And immediately, the kid fell unconscious again.
 "Shit." I cursed as I picked up the kid then took him to the pavilion.
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 "There is a thin line between poison and medicine, and I shall make you dance on it!"
 Dead and reincarnated, Shen Bao finds himself in a world of cultivation, a world he only believed that existed in stories and books.
 With hopes of heights and abilities far than what the mortal man could ever dream of, he's given a new purpose in life, however, fate had other surprises in store for him.
 What should have commenced as a regular life in any reincarnation story, for Shen Bao everything turned upside down when he found out that he doesn't have the ability to cultivate…
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 My name is Mike Tyson. I was a normal dude that had an abnormal death. I was lucky enough to get reincarnated in another world.
 This is earth, but alternate earth or real? I don't know. But I know that I was born with the fate of a protagonist. Unsuccessful in awakening my innate talent, I spend two years in my middle-school.
 But this year, everything changed. I awakened something, and not just an innate ability but also a unique ability. That was the true start of my life.
 A life that I feared became reality. My fate was in my hand, but the fate of my little dragon was in the hands of the system. Spreading the legs of women in bed, I found a new way to gain strength.
 Heavenly Maidens, Supreme Fairies, shave that cave of yours. My little dragon will fly from one cave to another until it meets the destined cave.
 Embracing the power given to me, I let the beast inside of my soul go wild. I was no longer restricted by anyone or anything.
 The title does not represent me, I represent the title. Spreading the legs of hundred women, I will ascend to that title and become the one and only 'God of Sex'.
 Standing in front of a creature with a dark face and red scales, I broadened my chest and asked "I have talent, looks, money, women, power, and little brother. What gives you the confidence to challenge me?"
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 The Battle of the Two Cities is just an insignificant microcosm of Runeterra. If you jumped out of the small Twin Cities and started living on Runeterra a thousand years ago, how would the fate of the heroes change? 
 Kyle and Morgana no longer turned against each other, the wandering Kled really became a cavalry general, the 
 confused and kind Veigar was redeemed, the lonely wind elf Janna had a caring companion, 
 Evelyn, LeBlanc, Soraka, Jax... 
 When the heroes walking on the land become flesh and blood, people who love and hate, Runeterra becomes a real and cruel world. 
 Time has witnessed the growth of Noxus, There is also clumsiness in the cruelty, 
 history depicts the capital of Demacia, there is also filth in the light, 
 the secrets under the ice of the Freljord, the deadly trap in the sand tomb of the royal family of Shurima, 
 the ghost of the black mist in the Shadow Isles , Ionia's Blooming Festival, the sea beast culture of the Blue Flame Islands, 
 there are many puzzles and landscapes in Runeterra, and there are crises that are 
 imminent in the 
 shadows . The Protoss who enslaved the Dragon King plotted their own plots, the 
 Void Watchers watched indifferently on the land full of vitality, and the 
 ruined King Fyego sat on the throne, screaming for pain all day long... 
 Under the crisis and pressure in the sky, a person who is familiar with the plot... The modern killer traveled to Runeterra, flapped his wings a thousand years ago, and became the supreme warlord of Noxus. 
 When a person created an epic with his own hands, then this person himself is a living 
 myth.
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 The main character Lei Yu does not have the ability to practice his family’s martial arts. He gets stepped on and tossed around. Due to certain reasons, he leaves the family, coincidentally gains an ability, and makes his own path to becoming an immortal.
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 Left out during elementary school picnic.
 Left out during middle school camp.
 Left out during high school trip.
 I finally became a college student and what? I’m left out from the entire humanity?
 Yu IlHan who protects the earth alone while everybody’s away in other worlds.
 His legend starts after humanity comes back and meets the Great Cataclysm!
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 Several hundred thousand players are trapped in a gritty zombie apocalypse survival game just after game launch. There are hints that deaths in the game might be serving some other terrible purpose in the background of reality…
 The main character, Liu Gan, is a quadruple amputee in real life. A quirk in the server code recognized his prosthetic limbs as ‘real limbs’ in game, giving him ‘normal’ arms and legs that nonetheless have the strength and power of steel limbs, and thus far more power than a normal player. With this minor cheat helping him survive the early stages of the game, Liu Gan sets out to find out what exactly is going on, and to endure as long as he can.
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 A mysterious teenager who had lost his past, awakened in Tianlong Continent. Mistaken as the Ye family’s Son, he used this identity to observe this chaotic world and to search for his past self, but only to find an inevitable and terrible fate, therefore he indignantly laughed at his destiny, and revealed his prowess to rule the lands under the heavens.
 Since then, the air and the clouds moved with his hands, and even thunderstorms were subject to his palms! He, as the fairytale’s main character, had shocked the people of Tianlong Continent with his legendary prowess and intelligence, but the extent of his powers were still unknown.
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 After five years of return, he has become an emperor! 
 No one can beat the sky! 
 The medicine is the ultimate, the peak of martial arts! 
 I am the most protagonist!
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 She was the Fifth Young Miss of the revered General’s Residence, but was seen to be useless as trash. Promiscuous and flirtatious to a fault, she was finally killed by mistake under the hands of the attendants of the man she was chasing; She was a genius favoured by the Heavens but ultimately murdered by an insidious plot and all who shared her bloodline pursued and exterminated which caused her to lust for revenge to be paid in blood. The day the genius had unwittingly taken up the body of that useless trash and opened her eyes, her fate had completely changed!!!
 Refining elixirs and the smelting of weapons were tough? 
 That did not daunt her.
 Beast Tamers were rare? 
 She had easily gained the title of Emperor Beast Tamer!
 Forced marriages!? 
 Men being arrogant because they are good looking? 
 She stretches her hand out and easily pulls devilishly handsome men to her: The Demonic King brothers would easily take their place. A devilish glance, a slight shimmer of movement, and that man would suddenly disappear the next moment. He turned back around, his devilish smile alluring: “Let’s continue with the topic, let’s have a child!”
 This is another interesting story with transmigrating and very fun filled characters that will delight you.
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 Sinan Ke is a young talented writer of small, very dark *beep* novels. He is a gold medal author on a famous meat* novels website and he has a multitude of fans. However, he is still, after all, a wretched writer who puts the main character in his stories through great torment; so on this day, he got his retribution…
 System: Welcome, Visitor No. 039, to the virtual punishment worlds of the Great Harmony Department. You are in scene XY0358, your current status is a student currently taking an exam—
 Student Sinan Ke: What? ! ! (⊙?⊙)
 System: Please save the various youths who have lost their way, otherwise, you will not be able to break away from the virtual punishment world.
 This is the story of a small author of small *beep* novels being punished to go through various small *beep* worlds. He was tasked to save the protagonist who, because of said author, was turned into an obscene *beep* toilet.
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 The journey to the martial peak is a lonely, solitary and long one. In the face of adversity, you must survive and remain unyielding. Only then can you break through and continue on your journey to become the strongest. High Heaven Pavilion tests its disciples in the harshest ways to prepare them for this journey. One day the lowly sweeper Kai Yang managed to obtain a black book, setting him on the road to the peak of the martials world.
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 This is the story of an ordinary person with no system, no gold fingers, and no blood, in the world of pirates. 
 The protagonist, paper and paper fruit, has been dedicated to assisting for thirty years. He gave the nickname “Mobile Spring Water” “Full Picture Perspective” and “Double Resistance UP”. 
 By the way, it’s the follower who joined the protagonist group.
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 In a fantasy world where martial artists can split mountains and creeks with a wave of their hand and break rivers with a kick, there exists a little restaurant like this.
 The restaurant isn’t large, but it is a place where countless apex existences will rush into.
 There, you can taste egg-fried rice made from phoenix eggs and dragon blood rice.
 There, you can drink strong wine brewed from vermillion fruit and water from the fountain of life.
 There, you can taste the barbecued meat of a ninth grade supreme beast sprinkled with black pepper.
 What? You want to abduct the chef? That’s not going to happen, because there’s a divine beast of unfathomable level, the Hellhound, lying at the entrance.
 Oh, that chef also has a robotic assistant that killed a ninth grade supreme being with a single hand and a group of crazy women whose stomachs were conquered.
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