My Exes Are Everywhere — Chapter 1: Returning from Tribulation

Spiritual mist wreathed the Whiteluster Mountains in the heavenly realm. 

The place was brimming with spiritual energy, but there were few signs of human habitation. In the depths of the mountains, there was a valley suspended in the air. A river of stars swirled below it, as beautiful as could be imagined. Thus, it was named Skyriver Valley.

It was said that an ancient god lived here in seclusion. Magic wards surrounded it for a thousand miles, and no one could come close.

In Skyriver Valley, the mountains could be half-seen through the mist, and birds and cicadas called in the woods now and then. A sharp cry suddenly broke the quiet, interrupting the tranquil scene. 

A huge eagle soared into the sky, its wingspan four or five meters wide. The beating of its wings sent forth gusts of wind, shaking the leaves from the nearby trees. If one looked closely, one could see a boy riding on the eagle’s back. 

The boy was wearing clothes of white, and his black hair was tied loosely down his back. His eyes were like the stars, and his lips were red as cinnabar. There was a golden imprint above his brows, adding a trace of mystery to his already handsome features. But at the moment, he was scowling, his expression without a hint of an immortal’s aloof air. His lips were pulled to one side as he exposed a disdainful sneer, placing his thumb and index finger at his lips. 

A piercing whistle sounded, and more than a hundred blue peacocks flew out of the woods in response. They circled around the boy, then dove back into the woods. 

The woods were shaken by a flurry of activity.

A moment later, the eagle languidly landed, and the boy leaped onto the ground. The eagle immediately folded up its wings, standing at the boy’s side with its chest puffed out, formidable and majestic, like a diligent guard. 

The blue peacocks soon flew back one by one, each carrying a multicolored mushroom in its beak.

They threw the mushrooms before the boy, and the mushrooms huddled together in a shivering group. The peacocks twittered around them, while the mushrooms were filled with alarm. 

The boy folded his arms across his chest and looked down at the mushrooms from high above like a king, saying with a sneer, “Go on, run, keep running! Let me see just where you can run to.” 

As he spoke, he pulled out a book from his robes. The book’s cover was curling up, and its paper was tinged yellow, stained in places. One could see that it was well-used. He flipped it open to the first page. The book was densely filled with a hundred ways to cook mushrooms. 

The boy adopted an expression of concentration, reading aloud as he flipped through the book: “Chicken and mushroom stew. I’ll eat this one today.” 

As soon as he said this, the already shivering mushrooms shook yet more violently, like chaff in the wind. 

The boy was unmoved, murmuring to himself, “Should I slice them up or stew them whole…slicing them up should be tastier, I think…”

The mushrooms almost fainted with fear. They started scampering everywhere, but the peacocks watching over them were ready to fight them. The birds spread their wings and stretched out their claws, catching the mushrooms and throwing them back in. 

The mushrooms rolled all over the ground, while the peacocks were full of fighting strength. Not a single mushroom could escape from their encirclement. A moment later, the battle was at its end. The leading peacock used its beak to pick up a mushroom that was trying to burrow into the ground, and threw it before the boy’s feet. The bird fawningly rubbed against his heels, looking for praise.

The boy looked down at him and said approvingly, “Well done.” 

This one phrase seemed to be a great honor. The peacock leaped up happily, drunk with excitement and hopping up and down. 

The boy closed the book with both hands and looked at the mushrooms on the ground. Every one of them drooped to the ground, emanating despair. After a long while, the lifeless mushrooms tentatively, tremblingly moved a little…

The peacocks immediately perked up, staring at them with menace. Who knew that the mushrooms didn’t flee this time, and instead formed a quivering pattern on the ground.

The boy looked at the word “poison” that could faintly be made out on the ground, and his expression froze for a moment. 

This couldn’t be right? He remembered that the first time he caught these mushrooms, they ran hither and thither. After just a few rounds, they actually learned how to spell out words! This was the power of their desire for survival.

He finally felt some surprise.

He’d never planned to actually eat them, but he couldn’t lose his momentum.

The boy glanced at them and smiled coldly. “No problem, I’m immune to all poison, what more a few mushrooms.” 

Once they heard this, the mushrooms instantly withered, as if they were finally at the end of their rope…

Just then, the boy stood up and suddenly…left.

The mushrooms were startled, while the peacocks were at a loss. The eagle hesitated in place.

The boy walked for a while, then suddenly stopped, laughing lowly at himself. “You really have nothing fucking better to do.” 

That’s right, he was bored.

He was so bored he started teasing a bunch of mushrooms for fun. When famous strategist Zhuge Liang wanted to capture rebel leader Meng Huo, he caught him and let him go seven times, but in the end, he took a fierce general under his flag. And what about him? 

He’d caught this group of silly mushrooms no less than ten times, but he still hadn’t eaten a single dish of chicken and mushroom stew. But he’d forced these mushrooms into a corner, to the point where they’d even mastered the intricacies of Chinese characters…

This was no fun.

Qiao Xuan walked slowly through the mountain forests, returning to the little thatched cottage where he lived.

The little cottage was situated at the bottom of the valley, and a small creek flowed before it. The creek water was clear down to its bed. Qiao Xuan crouched down beside it.

Come to think of it, an entire year had already passed since he succeeded in undergoing tribulation and becoming human. 

He pinched his own cheeks and pulled them upward, revealing a forced smile in the water.

After a moment, he let out a breath of air and fell backwards, pillowing his head on his arms, lost in a slight daze.

If you had to say why he’d ended up here, you’d have to begin the story a thousand years before.

A millennium ago, he’d still been an ordinary denizen of Earth. One Sunday, the weather was fine, and he and his new fling were in their honeymoon period, so they went out to dinner together. Everything was going wonderfully, until they happened to meet another lover of his.

That’s right, he hadn’t limited himself to just one lover at a time. This hadn’t been a big problem for him, as a fickle, rich second-generation who knew himself well. He prided himself on how skillfully he could handle emotional affairs. As soon as he felt tired, he would part with his lover without any hard feelings.

But if you always walked on a tightrope, it’d be hard to avoid slipping.

He hadn’t expected that messing up a single time would change his destiny.

As he fell from the building, he thought that his short life would end just like that, without the slightest warning… When he opened his eyes again, he was poking his way out of an eggshell. 

That’s right, he’d transmigrated into a bird.

In this day and age, transmigration was nothing strange, and people transmigrated into anyone and anything. Qiao Xuan soon accepted this new reality.

Heaven still shed some favor on him. He transmigrated into a bird, but the heavens gave him a chance to become human.

Because this was a cultivation world.

As long as he worked hard, cultivating human form wasn’t a mere dream!

He deeply reflected upon his wrongs. In this life, he had no other desires; all he wanted was to become human. 

He spent a century on arduous cultivation, without sleep or rest, and finally cultivated human form. As soon as how he thought of how he no longer had to peck at his food with a beak, how he had hands and feet, he could eat and play, could speak, could run and jump…he was so happy he was sleepless for a few nights in a row. And then—his heavenly tribulation arrived. 

His tribulation was made up of an entire eighty-one strikes of lightning. He couldn’t even make it past the first nine strikes before his cultivation was lost, his bones were shattered, and his feathers burned black. Before the vast power of the heavens, his dizzy, wavering spirit seemed small and insignificant…

He had just wanted to become human. Why was that so hard? And all he’d done was play around a little in his last life. Was it necessary to treat him like he was guilty of some terrible crime? 

He thought that the heavens had given him a chance to live again, but could it be they were only playing a joke on him?

If he’d known it was going to be like this, he’d rather have entered the cycle of reincarnation back then. At least he wouldn’t have ended up with his soul scattered to the winds. 

Just when he was in complete despair, his master stepped out.

His master easily blocked the tribulation for him, protecting the last wisp of his soul that was about to vanish. His master said that his spiritual roots were tainted from his past life, and his sins had not been completely erased. Since he couldn’t pass this heavenly tribulation, his master would send him to undergo seven lives of love tribulations. Only then would he have a chance to succeed. 

A chance to succeed? 

If you asked him whether he wanted to live, then of course he did.

Even the mushrooms hadn’t given up on life, let alone him.

It was only that back then, he didn’t understand just what seven lives of love tribulations meant. But afterwards, he knew that his retribution was served to him there.

In every one of those lives, he fell in love with someone, and not one life ended with a good death. 

He parted from each lover, unable to win them over. 

He spent his all on loving a single person, but never once could his relationship last to the end. After dying seven times and returning to this world, he finally understood this principle: he wasn’t meant to fall in love. 

Once, he had made love into a game, enjoying the feeling of loving and being loved. He treated every one of his partners sincerely, but once he no longer loved them, he no longer loved them at all. He thought love was something that could be easily forsaken, so others could easily forsake it as well. Love was nothing more than a pleasurable feeling the brain produced. He enjoyed that pleasure, but he couldn’t imagine remaining faithful to someone until death. 

This lasted until he personally experienced the other end. Only then did he know that love wasn’t something you could carelessly abandon. Seeking for something he could not receive, and dying without an intact corpse, wasn’t any kind of pleasant feeling. 

As for the person he was right now, he never wanted to fall in love again. 

Qiao Xuan thought that maybe this was the purpose behind his seven lives of love tribulations.

It was like this: if you tried to reason with him, you might go on for ten days and nights without getting anywhere. But if you had him get struck with lightning in a heavenly tribulation, and then made him die horribly seven or eight times, he would only be left with a single thought—fuck love.

Falling in love would lead to a terrible death! 

Remaining single would keep him safe! 

There were so many delicious, fun, interesting things in the world, so why did he have to trap himself in that quagmire?

Love was the most troublesome thing in the world, and Qiao Xuan had never liked trouble.

He saw this clearly.

Once he returned, he cultivated through meditation for two years. 

He finally succeeded in passing his tribulation and changing form.

According to reason, all his efforts had paid forth good fruit, so he could live a happy life, right?

But things weren’t that simple…

Counting the years, he could be called an old man of more than a thousand years in age, but his master said that he had only just taken on human form, and his cultivation wasn’t high enough. He was still a chick. So his master wouldn’t let him leave the valley. He wanted him to stay here and concentrate on cultivation. 

When he was a bird, he hadn’t thought much of it, wholeheartedly cultivating to become human. Time had passed quickly enough. Now that he had finally become human, how could he stand the quiet any longer? This valley was all lush hills, clear water, birdsong and flowers. It was full of spiritual energy and a good place to go into closed cultivation. But cultivation wasn’t what Qiao Xuan wanted. 

All he wanted was the world of pleasure outside this valley. Even if he didn’t date around, there were so many interesting things waiting for him. And in this valley, the spiritual energy was so abundant that everything had a soul. Even if all he wanted to do was eat chicken and mushroom stew, the chickens could talk, and the mushrooms could flee for their lives; how could he get that down his throat? 

He wasn’t that heartless.

A year had passed, and Qiao Xua was so bored that he’d caused trouble for every bird and beast in the place. But what could that accomplish? Besides his master, who might say no more than ten sentences to him in a year, all the company he had were two stone spirit attendants who watched over the mountain. Besides sleeping, all they knew how to do was sleep. 

All Qiao Xuan could do was spend all day tyrannizing the woods, scaring those silly mushrooms and ordering a flock of birds about in battle. When he had cravings, all he had to gnaw on were grass and fruit…

He was so bored that he couldn’t take one more day of bitterly cultivating as if he were in prison! 

Even if he were in prison, at least he’d have a cellmate to chat with, and he’d be able to surf the internet and start an online romance…

Sorry, he couldn’t help his love for the mundane world outside this valley. 

Qiao Xuan collected his thoughts, sighed and returned to his cottage. 

The cottage’s interior was clean and tidy, empty but for a stone bed. Here, he cultivated through meditation, dining on the wind and drinking the dew. This was truly the dwelling of an immortal who never tasted the smoke of mortal affairs. It was just a pity that Qiao Xuan didn’t really want to be an immortal away from the mortal world. 

He longed for the taste of the vulgar world.

Qiao Xuan sat down cross-legged and concentrated, taking out a golden feather and twirling it between his fingers.

For the sake of escaping this place, he’d spent a long time arduously cultivating the natural genesis technique. His master had given him this technique. It had hundreds of variations and was extremely profound. A year ago, when Qiao Xuan had just cultivated it to the third level, he found that this technique had a powerful use—he could use it to create a spiritual avatar. 

It was just that he’d failed the last few times he tried it. Recently, Qiao Xuan felt like he had a sense for it. He’d have to see whether or not he could succeed this time! 

He had spent three months creating this golden feather!

He closed his eyes, murmuring to himself, and waved his hand. The golden feather flew into the air, let out a burst of golden light and then wafted to the floor, turning into a handsome boy.

The boy was in glowing health and had skin as fair as jade, delicate and beautiful. He was exactly the same as Qiao Xuan, only he didn’t speak, and didn’t look truly human. 

With a thought, Qiao Xuan’s consciousness entered the avatar, and with his mind he directed the boy to flash his teeth in a smile. He instantly had a breath of life.

Qiao Xuan stood up and took the measure of the boy, finally letting out a satisfied smile.

He’d see today whether he could fool everyone and achieve his goal!

A year ago, when he successfully transformed into a human, his master had him enter closed cultivation. His attendants Xing Tong and Yue Yao came to see Qiao Xuan every three months, reporting on his cultivation progress to their master. 

As long as he could fool Xing Tong and Yue Yao, and then escape this place without being caught…he could enjoy the mortal world.

Qiao Xuan took a deep breath and listened carefully for any movement, then darted behind the house and left his avatar waiting inside. 

A moment later, two fair little boys arrived at the door of the cottage. 

One of them wore red clothes, and the other wore white. Both had golden bracelets and walked barefoot.

The one wearing red was called Xing Tong. As he walked, he yawned, looking as if he’d just woken up. The one wearing white was called Yue Yao. He had a conscientious, proper appearance, and was carrying a wooden tray.

The two of them toddled up on their short legs and knocked on the door with their chubby fists. 

Qiao Xuan hid behind the house. This was his first time using an avatar, and he was a little nervous. He quietly wiped away some sweat, putting all his focus on controlling his avatar to walk up and open the door.

The youth politely ushered the two boys in, smiling. “Another three months have gone by so fast.” 

Xing Tong’s eyelids drooped, and he let out a weary yawn. These three months were way too short. If his master hadn’t given him an order, he’d be too lazy to get up. He was aching to turn back to stone and continue sleeping.

Yue Yao looked up and said respectfully in his childish voice, “Young Master, you’re finished with your homework?” 

They were just two spiritual attendants, but they were his master’s eyes and ears. Qiao Xuan didn’t dare to delay, quickly taking out his homework and placing it gently on the tray. He said, “This is the insight I’ve gained in my last three months of cultivation.” 

Yue Yao nodded, his gaze sweeping over the notebook on the tray. His little face serious, he said, “Then we’ll leave now. Keep up the cultivation, Young Master; don’t slack off.”

Qiao Xuan nodded hard.

The two little boys turned and left. 

Yue Yao walked steadily on his little legs, while Xing Tong swayed a little. In the distance, Qiao Xuan could still hear Xing Tong muttering: “Next time, you should take care of this by yourself. I want to sleep… It’s more comfortable being stone, what’s so great about being human…”

Only when he could no longer see a trace of the two boys did Qiao Xuan’s tightly-strung nerves relax.

Perfect success!

Qiao Xuan came out from behind the house and walked in the door. Two boys stood inside, exactly alike, smiling at each other. 

This wasn’t some ordinary puppet technique.This was an avatar created from his own golden feather. It could contain his soul, and since it stemmed from the same source, it was pretty much a weaker version of himself. Even Xing Tong and Yue Yao hadn’t noticed any difference. 

At the moment, he still hadn’t cultivated to the point where he could control both bodies at once. He still needed to concentrate on controlling his avatar. Once his spirit grew in strength in the future, he’d be able to take out a thread of his spirit to control his avatar.

Qiao Xuan’s lips curved. He turned and took out a box from behind the stone bed. When he opened it, he saw it was piled full of notebooks of homework.

He’d made plenty of preparations. He’d succeeded in attaining the third level of the natural genesis technique, but he’d purposefully suppressed his cultivation so as not to be discovered, while preparing three years’ worth of homework in advance. This was enough for him to go out and explore for a bit. Afterwards, as long as he came back quietly, who would know that he’d ever left?

His preparations were complete. Time wouldn’t wait for him, so he’d set out now!

Qiao Xuan narrowed his eyes. There was a boundary around Skyriver Valley, but the boundary was set up to defend against outsiders entering. It wouldn’t be difficult for him to leave; the difficulty lay in how to do so without being discovered by his master. It was only now that he had his avatar that he dared to sneak out. 

At the moment, night had just fallen. 

Qiao Xuan raised a hand and whistled. The huge gray eagle immediately flew over and carried him away. 

The night was deep and the moon was cold. In this valley without a sign of a human presence, even the trees and the insects were asleep. The eagle softly beat his wings, quietly taking Qiao Xuan to the edge of the valley.

Qiao Xuan looked at the white mist before him that marked the wards. He was silent for a moment, then stroked the eagle’s head and said, “You probably don’t want to leave, so stay here. Oh right, you can’t tell anyone that I left.”

The eagle nodded, meaning that Qiao Xuan could put his confidence in him.

Qiao Xuan smiled and dipped his head. He took a deep breath and held it, concentrated, and stepped into the mist.

The path before him abruptly disappeared. Qiao Xuan took a step forward and suddenly felt the sensation of rapid descent. After perhaps a quarter of an hour of falling, he broke through the white mist. He hastily made the seal for a wind-riding spell, and barely avoided planting headfirst into the ground and dying tragically on the spot. 

He carefully found his footing, and when he looked up, the river of stars in the sky was swirling. The mountain valley in the clouds faded in and out of view, as if it were drifting through the Milky Way. Skyriver Valley deserved its name. 

Taking in his surroundings, he found he was within a lush wood. 

Qiao Xuan walked forward for half a day, but he saw no end to the trees. He was just feeling a little impatient when he suddenly stepped onto something. Looking down, he found it was a dull sword. He cast a spell that blew away the fallen leaves that were thick on the ground, and a few skeletons appeared before him. 

With a little thought, Qiao Xuan understood how this came to be.

His master’s hidden dwelling, Skyriver Valley, hadn’t appeared in the world for thousands of years. An outsider had never entered it. These skeletons probably belonged to cultivators who had trespassed into the wards. They couldn’t leave, so they died here. Looking at their remains, he didn’t know how many years ago they had died. Even their weapons were dusty and dull.

Qiao Xuan shook his head, sighed and was about to leave when suddenly he thought of something, and turned back to look at the sword on the ground.

He’d transmigrated a long time ago, but save for the time he’d spent undergoing tribulations in the mortal world, this was his first time leaving the valley.

This was the heavenly realm, and there were high-level immortals all over the place. He was only a bird who had just changed form. If his luck was bad, he might get snatched up by some expert to be their pet. What would he do then?

Everyone knew that animals didn’t have human rights.

Qiao Xuan stroked his chin. This wouldn’t do. He’d better disguise himself as a human cultivator in order to avoid all that trouble.

It was just that he couldn’t call himself much of a human cultivator if he didn’t even have a spiritual weapon. It just so happened that he could use the sword before his eyes.

Qiao Xuan turned back, dug a trench and carefully buried the immortals. He put his hands together and saluted before the grave, saying sincerely, “Fate had us meet here. Today, I laid you down to rest, so I’ll take this sword as my reward. You don’t mind, right?” 

The mound of earth made no motion. Their souls had long since scattered. 

Qiao Xuan turned and picked up the sword he had tripped over. He smiled and said, “From today on, you’re my sword.” 

This sword looked ordinary, so those cultivators must not have been particularly powerful, or they wouldn’t have died here. This wasn’t a powerful sword, but it was enough to get by with. 

Qiao Xuan ran his spiritual energy through it, and the lusterless sword let out a clear sound. Then he cast a spell, hiding the golden imprint on his forehead, and with a turn, his white clothes changed into a cultivator’s robe. 

Qiao Xuan had a satisfied expression. From now on, he was a sword cultivator!

Things were a lot easier now that he had a sword.

Qiao Xuan rode his sword into the distance. After a couple weeks of effort, he left the Whiteluster Mountains. Seeing the vast expanse of land and sky before him, Qiao Xuan took in a deep, excited breath.

World of pleasure, here he came!

It was just, where should he start? 

Qiao Xuan took out a little notebook from his chest. He’d written down an itinerary for himself. He would explore the heavenly realm as well, but he liked the mortal world the most. After all, the heavenly realm was filled with passionless gods who’d lived for thousands of years, and cultivation fanatics who only knew how to bury themselves in training. There probably wasn’t much fun to be had here… But the mortal world was different. He didn’t have good memories of his seven lives of love tribulations, but putting that aside, the mortal world still tempted him!

Without hesitation, Qiao Xuan made the mortal world his first stop.

It was just that he had no idea how to leave the heavenly realm for the mortal word. He’d never actually ascended, nor did he have any cultivator friends. All there was in Skyriver Valley was a bunch of dumb animals. The one powerful figure, his master, was a man of few words…and no matter how much guts you gave Qiao Xuan, he’d never dare to ask his master how to run off to the mortal world to have fun!

It looked like he could only depend on himself.

He’d better find someone to ask.

Qiao Xuan picked up a pointed rock and threw it into the sky. Looking down, he saw it pointed to the plain before him. Alright, he’d go in this direction!

After flying for many days in a row, Qiao Xuan was almost about to fall asleep when something suddenly caught his attention.

He finally saw living people!

A group of immortals was traveling on swords before him. Seeing that they were about to fly into the distance, Qiao Xuan sped up without hesitation, rising on his sword and blocking the group of cultivators. 

The cultivators all wore white robes with silver sashes that were the breadth of a hand, and they were carrying silver longswords.

They hadn’t thought someone would suddenly block their way, and they looked guardedly at Qiao Xuan. They unsheathed a dozen swords at once and pointed them at Qiao Xuan. The air was cold with killing intent.

Qiao Xuan’s expression stiffened, and he almost broke into a cold sweat. This wasn’t good. He’d gotten too excited when he saw living humans, so he went and blocked their way without even thinking. He’d almost forgotten this was a cultivation world. His bold actions had provoked their hostility.

He hurriedly descended, his expression respectful. He greeted them with clasped hands and explained, “I’ve just ascended to the heavenly realm, and I appeared here alone. I don’t understand anything, and I wasn’t sure what to do… I was a little excited when I finally saw people, it’s not that I had any hostile intent! Please forgive me if I was rude.”

Hearing this, the group’s hostility lessened a little. They looked at each other, then the handsome youth at the head came out and looked at Qiao Xuan with guarded eyes, saying, “Oh? You say you’ve just ascended, then which sect were you part of in the mortal world?”

Qiao Xuan’s thoughts flew.

He thought of his third life of love tribulation. He had been born into a cultivation sect in the mortal world called the Primordial Sword Sect. It was a famous sect in the mortal world, and it was said that the founder of the sect was the immortal Guiyuan. Thus, the sect was named after him, since Guiyuan, 归元, meant “returning to the source.” The sect had a long history, and it had a reputation for inheriting an immortal’s techniques. But when Qiao Xuan underwent his tribulation, those who could ascend from the mortal world were growing fewer and fewer. The Primordial Sword Sect hadn’t had anyone ascend for a very long time. He didn’t know whether the sect still existed in the heavenly realm…

But that wasn’t important. What was important was that in any case, he’d been a Primordial Sword Sect disciple for dozens of years, and he understood the sect. He knew some sword cultivation techniques as well. Now he could use that to create a seamless identity that was half true and half false. Nobody would be able to see through it. 

With this plan in mind, Qiao Xuan said, “I was a disciple of the Primordial Sword Sect in the mortal world. This is my first time coming to the heavenly realm, and I’m not familiar with the place or the people. I want to head toward my sect. Would you happen to know which way the Primordial Sword Sect is?”

When his words landed, he suddenly felt like something wasn’t right.

The gazes of that group of immortals suddenly heated up, and they looked at him until he almost had goosebumps. Damn, he wasn’t unlucky enough to meet arch-enemies of the Primordial Sword Sect as soon as he left home, right?

Was it possible for him to end up in a situation with such a low probability? 

Just when he was feeling uneasy, the young sword cultivator at the front suddenly approached him, staring at him earnestly. He said seriously, “Is what you say true?”

Qiao Xuan’s expression froze on his face, and for a moment, he didn’t know whether to confirm or deny it.

Before he could reply, the young man spoke again. “We’re disciples of the Primordial Sword Sect.”

Qiao Xuan: “…”

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The author has something to say:

Qiao Xuan: “I’m a dog if I fall in love again!”

The author: “Alright, let me note that down.” 

Qiao Xuan: “?”

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This is just a teaser, the second in my ongoing project to share Chinese novels I’m reading with the public. Anyone can pick it up, you don’t have to ask 😊

6 hours and 25 minutes to translate and edit 5,370 words, or 7.2 minutes for every 100 words. An increase in rate of 0.6 minutes from my last teaser, the first chapter of The Female Supporting Character Is Wrecking Worlds Again…😓 I actually wrote down new characters in my notebook this time, a total of fourteen, along with five compound words for each, and their original sentence… Also, the language was a little more difficult. So that probably accounts for the increase. I spent literally three weeks on this, during which I didn’t start a new Chinese novel, because I procrastinated and didn’t translate while I was actually reading the novel… 🤦‍♀️ Let’s not do that again. 

Since the last Chinese novel, I've learned a total of 31 new characters. It took me 26 days to finish reading this 84-chapter novel. The chapters are twice the usual length, so good luck to the next translator.

Qiáo Xuān (乔宣) has a family name that means “tall” and a personal name that means “declare.” 

The characters in Xīng Tóng (星潼)  mean “star” and “lofty.” 

The characters in Yuè Yào (月曜)  mean “moon” and “bright.” 

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