MTL - Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 41 Inside an antique store

A striking man of mysterious origin and peerless talent, he looks back at the world, in all its entirety, with utter disdain. And yet, in the treacherous and unpredictable ultimate formation of the Boundless Secular World, he guards a breathtaking ancient qin with broken strings, waiting silently for the destined one to arrive!

A boy encounters him, and knows for the first time that the world beneath the Heavens is a fickle place. Not even demons, devils, ghosts and monsters can match the frivolity of human nature!

A slender physique, and jade-like beauty, but the sword that strikes between heaven and earth is not unlike a streaming rainbow!

The vastness of the starry sky, the seven emotions and six desires! Greed, anger and ignorance! The teachings of Buddha will grant you boundless strength!

A sea of blood will come, at the cost of all mortal beings full of honest hope!

The ghosts wail as the gods roar, but the sea of blood has no end!

Where, pray tell, is the path I should take?

Since there is no path, no matter how bitter and bloody the sea, even if my boat is made out of bones, I will soar to the heavens above!

- Description from Novelupdates

On a certain day, Ji Xiao Li led his newly-acquired disciple into a dungeon, feeding him all sorts of priceless red and blue potions.

Teammate: f*ck, tyrant, you have an ore mine at home?

Ji Xiao Li: how did you know my family owns an ore mine?

【Teacher Orders a Salute：disciple, enter the sect, accept my guidance. Tell teacher, what is the sect’s foremost teaching?】

【Milk Tea Small Crisp：Master, isn’t our sect just you and I, what is the foremost teaching?】

【Teacher Orders a Salute：evil, evil disciple! I said to say it so say it!】

【Milk Tea Small Crisp：……】

【Milk Tea Small Crisp：Beat to death YueJian Chunhe that son of a bitch!】

YueJian ChunHe = Milk Tea Small Crisp = Ruan Fenghe

Teacher Orders a Salute = Ji Xiao Li

- Description from Novelupdates

Zhong Yansheng lived for eighteen years. After accidentally falling into the water, he dreamed and found that he was living in a book. In the book, he was a fake young master who was mistakenly adopted by the Marquis. After the real young master came back, he {real} was not taken seriously by the family and was driven to a separate courtyard in the suburbs of Beijing. His parents only doted on him {fake}, and they turned the real young master into a black hearted man, and finally his family was ruined. After waking up, Zhong Yansheng learned the news that Master Zhen returned to the house three days ago, but the whole family only revolved around him {fake} who was sick.

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.