Chapter 55 - The Astrologer 09 Chapter 54 - The Astrologer 08 Chapter 53 - The Astrologer 07 Chapter 52 - The Astrologer 06 Chapter 51 - The Astrologer 05 Chapter 50 - The Astrologer 04 Chapter 49 - The Astrologer 03 Chapter 48 - The Astrologer 02 Chapter 47 - The Astrologer 01 Chapter 46 - The King of Clouds 15 Chapter 45 - The King of Clouds 14 Chapter 44 - The King of Clouds 13 Chapter 43 - The King of Clouds 12 Chapter 42 - The King of Clouds 11 Chapter 41 - The King of Clouds 10 Chapter 40 - The King of Clouds 09 Chapter 39 - The King of Clouds 08 Chapter 38 - The King of Clouds 07 Chapter 37 - The King of Clouds 06 Chapter 36 - The King of Clouds 05 Chapter 35 - The King of Clouds 04 Chapter 34 - The King of Clouds 03 Chapter 33 - The King of Clouds 02 Chapter 32 - The King of Clouds 01 Chapter 31 - The Night Watchman 14 Chapter 30 - The Night Watchman 13 Chapter 29 - The Night Watchman 12 Chapter 28 - The Night Watchman 11 Chapter 27 - The Night Watchman 10 Chapter 26 - The Night Watchman 09 Chapter 25 - The Night Watchman 08 Chapter 24 - The Night Watchman 07 Chapter 23 - The Night Watchman 06 Chapter 22 - The Night Watchman 05 Chapter 21 - The Night Watchman 04 Chapter 20 - The Night Watchman 03 Chapter 19 - The Night Watchman 02 Chapter 18 - The Night Watchman 01 Chapter 17 - Child of the Wind 17 Chapter 16 - Child of the Wind 16 Chapter 15 - Child of the Wind 15 Chapter 14 - Child of the Wind 14 Chapter 13 - Child of the Wind 13 Chapter 12 - Child of the Wind 12 Chapter 11 - Child of the Wind 11 Chapter 10 - Child of the Wind 10 Chapter 9 - Child of the Wind 09 Chapter 8 - Child of the Wind 08 Chapter 7 - Child of the Wind 07 Chapter 6 - Child of the Wind 06 Chapter 5 - Child of the Wind 05 Chapter 4 - Child of the Wind 04 Chapter 3 - Child of the Wind 03 Chapter 2 - Child of the Wind 02 Chapter 1 - Child of the Wind 01
Zong Yan carefully put the card back into the spatial rift.
He sensed the San value required for this card was 60.
And the cost was for one hour, which meant that even if Zong Yan’s San value was maxed out, he could only activate it once.
He estimated that an A-rank daily disposable persona card was about the same level as an A-class creature, and an S-rank card might be comparable to an ancient god.
As for Yun Zhong Jun—
Zong Yan opened his phone and searched for encyclopedia entries.
Yun Zhong Jun, worshipped in the Chu kingdom during the Warring States period, was a god who controlled the clouds.
In terms of deities, Chinese theology was a bit of a jumble. There was Buddhism which came from India and evolved; there was Taoism handed down locally; there were gods recorded in ancient texts like the 《Classic of Mountains and Seas》; ancient pantheons worshipped by the Yan and Huang dynasties; and folk myths headed by the Jade Emperor. In addition, there were gods worshipped during the pre-Qin period or early times, like the Jiu Ge1 mythological system.
According to the Jiu Ge, the supreme god was Taiyi, the Eastern Emperor. Belief in this supreme god was widespread in Chu during the Warring States period, and Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty had also commanded civil and military officials to worship him. Yun Zhong Jun was a deity from the same pantheon. Unfortunately not much was known about it today.
A god… Zong Yan ventured to guess that an S-rank persona card would be equivalent to what Professor Darwin called an “Elder God”.
Elder Gods were different from the Great Old Ones and the Outer Gods. They were the original gods of Earth. They were created from the myths of human beings and accepted worship and offerings. Overall, they were benevolent toward humans.
As he thought about it, Zong Yan continued to draw cards.
Last time he’d consumed too many San points, so he’d taken some time off, waiting for his points to recover in case there was an emergency.
Second draw, waste card.
Third draw, waste card.
Fourth draw… another daily disposable persona card.
He looked and saw that it was an E-rank daily disposable persona card. The person depicted on the card clearly had Zong Yan’s face. Even his clothes were familiar, with the white shirt and uniform pants of Qingyang High School. The only difference was the person on the card had a transparent glass ball floating over his hand. Each use cost only 5 San points and lasted almost three hours. It was a bargain.
Sure enough, the lower the level of the persona card, the more basic it was. There wasn’t even a hint of transformation. Higher-level persona cards not only came with a one-click costume change, they also let you swap your face.
Zong Yan thought his luck today was excellent. In the old days, he’d only been lucky enough to get a few low-level daily disposable persona cards, forget about high-level ones.
Could it be that being poked on the forehead by two evil gods granted an invisible luck bonus?
He didn’t have much time to think about it, because the class bell rang. Zong Yan picked up his school bag from the desk and left the empty classroom.
And moments later, Zong Yan was subjected to the brutal stares of the crowd in the hallway as he walked from the empty classroom to senior Class 3.
The high school curriculum was intense, but Qingyang High School discouraged students from staying at their desks to do problems after class. The hallways of their school were quite spacious, so when class ended, most people would go to fill up their water bottles, then run back to their desks or go to the teacher’s office to ask questions.
The teenager who walked down the corridor was tall and very attractive. His skin was so pale that the white shirt of his uniform almost blended into his skin.
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Everyone else carried their school bags the normal way, with both straps on their back. He was the only one who carelessly put his bag over one shoulder as he swaggered down the hallway. All the students in his path instinctively made room when they saw him.
“Senior Zong?”
A girl wearing a double ponytail and a plaid school uniform skirt was whispering with her friends and finally summoned up her courage. After a second she stepped forward, surrounded by a chorus of giggles, and spoke with a bit of apprehension.
“?”
Zong Yan stopped in his tracks. He glanced down lightly.
In the past, the sound of this “Senior Zong” might have given Zong Yan goosebumps. But that was then. After an entire summer vacation filled with “Chief Zong”, he could now maintain his cool and lofty chief’s expression without a flicker, as if he were too profound to be understood by others.
He’s looking over!!!
The school girl didn’t seem too nervous, but in fact her heart was about to burst into flames.
However, she was a girl who’d seen the world. She was the female principal of the Qingyang High School ballet ensemble. When she danced Swan Lake, her back and feet were usually taut and stretched tight. Right now, under the tension, she instinctively wanted to stand on tiptoe.
“It’s great to see that Senior Zong is all right. Welcome back.”
“Yes, exactly, we were all scared by what happened at the end of last semester.”
“Right, right, there was such a big helicopter, and all those police and soldiers…”
The school girl started the conversation, and the group of sisters behind her immediately echoed what she said, each one blinking their eyes and coming over to surround Zong Yan.
“Thanks.”
Zong Yan wasn’t good at dealing with strangers, so he just nodded. Without looking at them again he walked through the center of the students into the classroom.
It wasn’t exactly a secret. At the end of last semester, Zong Yan of Class 3, Year 2, was taken out of the classroom by the police. Then a black and gold helicopter came down from the sky and destroyed the lawn of the playing field.
The original event caused a sensation. Teachers and students ran to the hallway and witnessed it with their own eyes. Several helpful volunteers recorded the scene with their cell phones or cameras and uploaded it to Qingyang High School’s online forum.
The Dragon Group might be famous, but most information about it was limited to military enthusiasts. Unless a person was specifically interested in the topic they wouldn’t even recognize the insignia. This meant there were a lot of rumors on the forum. One rumor said that Zong Yan was the crown prince of a local underworld triad in Jiangzhou, and what happened was the result of an internal power struggle, forcing the prince to make a high profile appearance in a hurry. Another rumor said that Zong Yan was the heir to a powerful family in Yanjing. He’d studied in Jiangzhou for years to hide his identity, but now it seemed that something happened in his family, and the young master suddenly revealed himself.
Even as the rumors got more and more outrageous, they didn’t extinguish the students’ sincere love of gossip. In fact, thanks to summer vacation, the rumors spread far and wide.
Although the students of Qingyang High School came from prosperous families, to casually mobilize a helicopter and land on the playing field in such a brazen manner, while the principal and the teaching director scraped and bowed… The guy was really full of himself.
Originally, Zong Yan was only famous in a small part of the school. After this incident, his popularity completely exploded. Social media was so developed these days that a short clip was posted on Weibo and then reposted by a few big V bloggers. As a result, Yong Yan suddenly became hot on the Internet.
After that, however, the video was deleted by Dragon Group agents, leaving only his legend in the wind. This had the contradictory effect of making the students even more convinced about the gossip.
After Zong Yan entered the classroom, he felt the attention of the crowd.
“Teacher, I’m back. I’m sorry, I was delayed because of some things at home.”
The head teacher was adjusting the equipment in the classroom. Zong Yan hesitated for a moment then went forward to report.
“Ah, okay. It’s good you’re back.” The head teacher looked up. “I’ll go back later and cancel your leave. It’s your final year of high school. Study hard.”
“Okay. Thank you, teacher.”
Zong Yan let out a sigh of relief. It seemed like He Yuan had taken care of things for him. He silently thanked the reliable adjutant of Team 7 and carried his school bag to his seat.
Because he was absent almost an entire week, the semester had basically started. He was the only one who’d missed class. There were several forms on the desk he needed to fill out.
Zong Yan ignored the eyes of the other students and looked through the papers—
Qingyang High School Centennial Celebration activity application form.
As a prestigious high school in Jiangzhou, Qingyang High School had always advocated the all-round development of morals, intellect, and physique. Its school clubs were massive. Every time there was a school festival or a celebration, all the clubs would receive funding and decorate the interior of the high school like a garden party a week in advance. Regular citizens of Jiangzhou even bought tickets to attend the events.
Moreover, participation in clubs and school festivals was included in students’ overall graduation score, which led one to be cautious.
Zong Yan was usually a loyal member of the going home club. He got his credits by participating in the school festival with his class, or winning gold medals in the school sports meet, basically just scraping by.
When Zong Yan was a freshman, he used his excellent mathematical skills to calculate: As long as he participated in the school festival and sports meet every year, by the time he graduated, his moral education credits would be just about completed.
Generally speaking, the school festival, sports day, and spring trip were scheduled in the first semester. By the second semester of senior three, everyone would be isolated from the world. Therefore, while there was still a little bit of rest time, the seniors were particularly active. Moreover, the third year students were viewed as the big brothers and sisters of the entire school. Younger students had to give them a little face and call them “senior”.
Zong Yan casually ticked a few boxes on the application form for the sports meet and school festival, representing his willingness to put himself at the organization’s mercy. Anyway, as long as he got credits he was fine with anything.
The next class was English.
Zong Yan began to brazenly zone out.
In fact, the vast majority of students in the class had their tickets punched.
Ye JingMing’s father had already found him a place. Next semester he would transfer to the International Department of Qingyang High School to study in the preparatory course, then go directly abroad for gilding. As a result, Ye JingMing spent his remaining days enjoying the leisurely life of a young master.
As for Xia KeYan, it was said that her grandfather was a professor of Chinese literature at Beijing University. She’d already passed the criteria for independent admission, and the college entrance exam score she needed had been lowered by a lot. Anyway, according to Xia KeYan’s usual grades, it shouldn’t be hard to get in.
Aside from these two, other students also revealed their magic powers one after another.
There were several foreigners and students from Hong Kong, Macao, and Taiwan in the class, who were recruited through their own channels; there were also art students who’d already crossed the threshold of Beijing Film Academy; there were students who would go abroad immediately after the college entrance examination…. The competition class next door had their places guaranteed. Right now their classroom was filled with students who were said to be prepping for the International Olympiad competition.
Very few students were like Zong Yan, pinning all their hopes on the college entrance exam.
However, since awakening, Zong Yan himself was now considered to be a member of a well-connected household.
Thanks to his late entrance, no one asked Zong Yan to hand in his summer homework. He felt happy and never mentioned it.
But the old devil of physics wasn’t so easy to fool. After class he specially asked the physics class rep to collect Zong Yan’s homework, so Zong Yan had to hold his nose and say that he forgot to bring it and would definitely hand it in tomorrow.
He casually doodled on his English textbook and listened to the lecture with his chin propped in his hand. If only in their textbooks, every student could become a master illustrator.
Such an ordinary day in high school made Zong Yan feel like he was in a different world.
He looked at the sky outside the window. Once he’d wanted nothing more than to escape this classroom. Now, after facing countless dangerous and terrifying evil gods, he felt glad he still had such a peaceful life.
Of course, his peaceful life only lasted three days.
On the morning of the third day, a man in the handsome black combat uniform of the Dragon Group and a mask on his face knocked on the door of the classroom.
He quickly apologized to the teacher who was in the middle of lecturing, ignored the admiring eyes of the students, and brought Zong Yan out of the room.
“Something happened.” The Dragon Group member pulled down his mask and revealed the face of He Yuan. His expression was gloomy. “Little Monarch, we need you.”
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Zong Yan carefully put the card back into the spatial rift.
He sensed the San value required for this card was 60.
And the cost was for one hour, which meant that even if Zong Yan’s San value was maxed out, he could only activate it once.
He estimated that an A-rank daily disposable persona card was about the same level as an A-class creature, and an S-rank card might be comparable to an ancient god.
As for Yun Zhong Jun—
Zong Yan opened his phone and searched for encyclopedia entries.
Yun Zhong Jun, worshipped in the Chu kingdom during the Warring States period, was a god who controlled the clouds.
In terms of deities, Chinese theology was a bit of a jumble. There was Buddhism which came from India and evolved; there was Taoism handed down locally; there were gods recorded in ancient texts like the 《Classic of Mountains and Seas》; ancient pantheons worshipped by the Yan and Huang dynasties; and folk myths headed by the Jade Emperor. In addition, there were gods worshipped during the pre-Qin period or early times, like the Jiu Ge1 mythological system.
According to the Jiu Ge, the supreme god was Taiyi, the Eastern Emperor. Belief in this supreme god was widespread in Chu during the Warring States period, and Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty had also commanded civil and military officials to worship him. Yun Zhong Jun was a deity from the same pantheon. Unfortunately not much was known about it today.
A god… Zong Yan ventured to guess that an S-rank persona card would be equivalent to what Professor Darwin called an “Elder God”.
Elder Gods were different from the Great Old Ones and the Outer Gods. They were the original gods of Earth. They were created from the myths of human beings and accepted worship and offerings. Overall, they were benevolent toward humans.
As he thought about it, Zong Yan continued to draw cards.
Last time he’d consumed too many San points, so he’d taken some time off, waiting for his points to recover in case there was an emergency.
Second draw, waste card.
Third draw, waste card.
Fourth draw… another daily disposable persona card.
He looked and saw that it was an E-rank daily disposable persona card. The person depicted on the card clearly had Zong Yan’s face. Even his clothes were familiar, with the white shirt and uniform pants of Qingyang High School. The only difference was the person on the card had a transparent glass ball floating over his hand. Each use cost only 5 San points and lasted almost three hours. It was a bargain.
Sure enough, the lower the level of the persona card, the more basic it was. There wasn’t even a hint of transformation. Higher-level persona cards not only came with a one-click costume change, they also let you swap your face.
Zong Yan thought his luck today was excellent. In the old days, he’d only been lucky enough to get a few low-level daily disposable persona cards, forget about high-level ones.
Could it be that being poked on the forehead by two evil gods granted an invisible luck bonus?
He didn’t have much time to think about it, because the class bell rang. Zong Yan picked up his school bag from the desk and left the empty classroom.
And moments later, Zong Yan was subjected to the brutal stares of the crowd in the hallway as he walked from the empty classroom to senior Class 3.
The high school curriculum was intense, but Qingyang High School discouraged students from staying at their desks to do problems after class. The hallways of their school were quite spacious, so when class ended, most people would go to fill up their water bottles, then run back to their desks or go to the teacher’s office to ask questions.
The teenager who walked down the corridor was tall and very attractive. His skin was so pale that the white shirt of his uniform almost blended into his skin.
""
Everyone else carried their school bags the normal way, with both straps on their back. He was the only one who carelessly put his bag over one shoulder as he swaggered down the hallway. All the students in his path instinctively made room when they saw him.
“Senior Zong?”
A girl wearing a double ponytail and a plaid school uniform skirt was whispering with her friends and finally summoned up her courage. After a second she stepped forward, surrounded by a chorus of giggles, and spoke with a bit of apprehension.
“?”
Zong Yan stopped in his tracks. He glanced down lightly.
In the past, the sound of this “Senior Zong” might have given Zong Yan goosebumps. But that was then. After an entire summer vacation filled with “Chief Zong”, he could now maintain his cool and lofty chief’s expression without a flicker, as if he were too profound to be understood by others.
He’s looking over!!!
The school girl didn’t seem too nervous, but in fact her heart was about to burst into flames.
However, she was a girl who’d seen the world. She was the female principal of the Qingyang High School ballet ensemble. When she danced Swan Lake, her back and feet were usually taut and stretched tight. Right now, under the tension, she instinctively wanted to stand on tiptoe.
“It’s great to see that Senior Zong is all right. Welcome back.”
“Yes, exactly, we were all scared by what happened at the end of last semester.”
“Right, right, there was such a big helicopter, and all those police and soldiers…”
The school girl started the conversation, and the group of sisters behind her immediately echoed what she said, each one blinking their eyes and coming over to surround Zong Yan.
“Thanks.”
Zong Yan wasn’t good at dealing with strangers, so he just nodded. Without looking at them again he walked through the center of the students into the classroom.
It wasn’t exactly a secret. At the end of last semester, Zong Yan of Class 3, Year 2, was taken out of the classroom by the police. Then a black and gold helicopter came down from the sky and destroyed the lawn of the playing field.
The original event caused a sensation. Teachers and students ran to the hallway and witnessed it with their own eyes. Several helpful volunteers recorded the scene with their cell phones or cameras and uploaded it to Qingyang High School’s online forum.
The Dragon Group might be famous, but most information about it was limited to military enthusiasts. Unless a person was specifically interested in the topic they wouldn’t even recognize the insignia. This meant there were a lot of rumors on the forum. One rumor said that Zong Yan was the crown prince of a local underworld triad in Jiangzhou, and what happened was the result of an internal power struggle, forcing the prince to make a high profile appearance in a hurry. Another rumor said that Zong Yan was the heir to a powerful family in Yanjing. He’d studied in Jiangzhou for years to hide his identity, but now it seemed that something happened in his family, and the young master suddenly revealed himself.
Even as the rumors got more and more outrageous, they didn’t extinguish the students’ sincere love of gossip. In fact, thanks to summer vacation, the rumors spread far and wide.
Although the students of Qingyang High School came from prosperous families, to casually mobilize a helicopter and land on the playing field in such a brazen manner, while the principal and the teaching director scraped and bowed… The guy was really full of himself.
Originally, Zong Yan was only famous in a small part of the school. After this incident, his popularity completely exploded. Social media was so developed these days that a short clip was posted on Weibo and then reposted by a few big V bloggers. As a result, Yong Yan suddenly became hot on the Internet.
After that, however, the video was deleted by Dragon Group agents, leaving only his legend in the wind. This had the contradictory effect of making the students even more convinced about the gossip.
After Zong Yan entered the classroom, he felt the attention of the crowd.
“Teacher, I’m back. I’m sorry, I was delayed because of some things at home.”
The head teacher was adjusting the equipment in the classroom. Zong Yan hesitated for a moment then went forward to report.
“Ah, okay. It’s good you’re back.” The head teacher looked up. “I’ll go back later and cancel your leave. It’s your final year of high school. Study hard.”
“Okay. Thank you, teacher.”
Zong Yan let out a sigh of relief. It seemed like He Yuan had taken care of things for him. He silently thanked the reliable adjutant of Team 7 and carried his school bag to his seat.
Because he was absent almost an entire week, the semester had basically started. He was the only one who’d missed class. There were several forms on the desk he needed to fill out.
Zong Yan ignored the eyes of the other students and looked through the papers—
Qingyang High School Centennial Celebration activity application form.
As a prestigious high school in Jiangzhou, Qingyang High School had always advocated the all-round development of morals, intellect, and physique. Its school clubs were massive. Every time there was a school festival or a celebration, all the clubs would receive funding and decorate the interior of the high school like a garden party a week in advance. Regular citizens of Jiangzhou even bought tickets to attend the events.
Moreover, participation in clubs and school festivals was included in students’ overall graduation score, which led one to be cautious.
Zong Yan was usually a loyal member of the going home club. He got his credits by participating in the school festival with his class, or winning gold medals in the school sports meet, basically just scraping by.
When Zong Yan was a freshman, he used his excellent mathematical skills to calculate: As long as he participated in the school festival and sports meet every year, by the time he graduated, his moral education credits would be just about completed.
Generally speaking, the school festival, sports day, and spring trip were scheduled in the first semester. By the second semester of senior three, everyone would be isolated from the world. Therefore, while there was still a little bit of rest time, the seniors were particularly active. Moreover, the third year students were viewed as the big brothers and sisters of the entire school. Younger students had to give them a little face and call them “senior”.
Zong Yan casually ticked a few boxes on the application form for the sports meet and school festival, representing his willingness to put himself at the organization’s mercy. Anyway, as long as he got credits he was fine with anything.
The next class was English.
Zong Yan began to brazenly zone out.
In fact, the vast majority of students in the class had their tickets punched.
Ye JingMing’s father had already found him a place. Next semester he would transfer to the International Department of Qingyang High School to study in the preparatory course, then go directly abroad for gilding. As a result, Ye JingMing spent his remaining days enjoying the leisurely life of a young master.
As for Xia KeYan, it was said that her grandfather was a professor of Chinese literature at Beijing University. She’d already passed the criteria for independent admission, and the college entrance exam score she needed had been lowered by a lot. Anyway, according to Xia KeYan’s usual grades, it shouldn’t be hard to get in.
Aside from these two, other students also revealed their magic powers one after another.
There were several foreigners and students from Hong Kong, Macao, and Taiwan in the class, who were recruited through their own channels; there were also art students who’d already crossed the threshold of Beijing Film Academy; there were students who would go abroad immediately after the college entrance examination…. The competition class next door had their places guaranteed. Right now their classroom was filled with students who were said to be prepping for the International Olympiad competition.
Very few students were like Zong Yan, pinning all their hopes on the college entrance exam.
However, since awakening, Zong Yan himself was now considered to be a member of a well-connected household.
Thanks to his late entrance, no one asked Zong Yan to hand in his summer homework. He felt happy and never mentioned it.
But the old devil of physics wasn’t so easy to fool. After class he specially asked the physics class rep to collect Zong Yan’s homework, so Zong Yan had to hold his nose and say that he forgot to bring it and would definitely hand it in tomorrow.
He casually doodled on his English textbook and listened to the lecture with his chin propped in his hand. If only in their textbooks, every student could become a master illustrator.
Such an ordinary day in high school made Zong Yan feel like he was in a different world.
He looked at the sky outside the window. Once he’d wanted nothing more than to escape this classroom. Now, after facing countless dangerous and terrifying evil gods, he felt glad he still had such a peaceful life.
Of course, his peaceful life only lasted three days.
On the morning of the third day, a man in the handsome black combat uniform of the Dragon Group and a mask on his face knocked on the door of the classroom.
He quickly apologized to the teacher who was in the middle of lecturing, ignored the admiring eyes of the students, and brought Zong Yan out of the room.
“Something happened.” The Dragon Group member pulled down his mask and revealed the face of He Yuan. His expression was gloomy. “Little Monarch, we need you.”
