448 But I Just Don’t Like I (1/2)

”What exactly do you want to do?”

”Nothing.” Sprawled on the sofa, Ye Qingxuan cocked his head and found a comfortable position. ”Life is short. Can't you let me lie down properly?”

”You think life is too short?” The one in charge brightened. ”I have an idea!”

Instantly, the world caved in and history ended. After who knew how long, a giant was born from the turbidity. He opened up a new world, clear air rose up and polluted air dropped down, and all began to grow.

Time passed and a towering mountain rose in the west of Jiuzhou. It pierced the clouds. It had been thousands of years since the world had ended. Now, Mount Zhou was nothing like before and instead felt pure and peaceful.

A group of boys waiting at the foot of the mountain looked up. The white clouds had transformed into a jade staircase. It extended from heaven's door and landed beside their feet.

”The Sacred Qingxuan Sect will reopen its doors today and accept apprentices!” a majestic voice rang out from the clouds. ”Anyone interested may come. After you pass through the three challenges, you will become my apprentice! If you can cultivate successfully, you will naturally be able to enjoy longevity with no worry of disasters or catastrophes. You will shine with the sun and moon and live forever with the Earth!”

With that, the group cheered. They began climbing the path of clouds with all their might to reach the peak. But then, atop a large white stork at the peak, the majestic voice seemed to realize something. ”Huh?”

A beam of light fell from the sky. The majestic monk stood before the bedraggled youth. Holy light shone in his eyes. He looked both overjoyed and shocked.

On the other hand, the youth looked at him indifferently. ”Elder, are you here to compliment me?”

”A natural saint! A natural saint!” The monk laughed heartily and then looked at him solemnly. ”Child, I am the most powerful of Jiuzhou, Xuanqi. Are you willing to be my personal apprentice, cultivate with me, and enjoy the path to sainthood with me?”

”Elder…” Ye Qingxuan sighed. ”Why do you have so many tricks? Is this really my dream?”

'Xuanqi' looked at his indifference and could not but sigh. He waved and the stork, flowing clouds, and mountains all disappeared. Bending down, he looked at Ye Qingxuan.

”Ye Qingxuan, ruling the world, being undefeatable, being immortal…these are beautiful dreams that people aren't able to have no matter what. Don't be too picky.”

”I don't like it.” Ye Qingxuan shook his head. ”I just want to lie down.”

”Would you like me to give you another game storage?” The elder rubbed his hands in anticipation.

”…Can you listen to me?” Ye Qingxuan looked down on him. ”Who even are you?”

”I am you, Ye Qingxuan.” The elder changed. Sighing, his surface sloughed down. What replaced him was a blurry figure that looked a bit like Ye Qingxuan.

”I am the notes in your consciousness' music theory. I am the musician part of you. I am a part of the Dreamweaver, the spirit made from the thousand-year music theory of the Ye family. I am able to project into a human shape through your cognition. It is my duty to help you choose a dream.”

”Oh.” After a long while, Ye Qingxuan nodded. ”I don't want any dream. You can go.”

”Don't say that!” The projection looked at him pitifully. He pulled many thick books from his pocket like a lonely and helpless salesman. ”I have the dreams of all the Dreamweavers here. One must suit you! Please just choose one!” He flipped open the first one. ”Look at this, the warlord of a city! This is really popular in the strange organisms of the aether world! What do you think?”

Ye Qingxuan shook his head. ”Too troublesome.”

”You want to sublimate and know the meaning of the Originator?” The projection's voice grew dark and mysterious as he opened another book. ”Endless aether! This is good too!”

Ye Qingxuan was expressionless. ”I don't want to scare myself when I'm bored.”

”Would you like to try the end of the world?”

”No.”

Finally, the projection lost his temper. ”You won't learn this, won't learn that…what are you doing? You want me to make it impossible for you to become a musician?”

Ye Qingxuan was unmoved. The projection caved in.

With teary eyes, he stared imploringly at Ye Qingxuan. ”My friend, can you not make things difficult for me? This is the prototype of all symphonies of predestination of the Ye family lords!