But before that happens the old Jin Rou's soul leaves and a new one steps in. This one is from Canada in the present day, and wants to bring some modern amenities to his life in medieval Xiansia China. It felt warm instead of tearing pain and killing cold. The energy did not leak from their wounds. Or, at least, not from this wound. It’ll be a short lesson,” Yun Ren snarked. His brother reached over and punched him in the shoulder, Yun Ren laughing it off. Well, Jin had a good idea, you know? To record memories. I thought I’d get one to do the same,” Gou Ren clarified. They worked as one. Toiling, and aiding each other. Growing, and healing together. It consumed so much of the Connected One's attention.

Had the protagonist been weak, there would have been no issue. But no one would have read this book in such a case. While masquerading as a peaceful farming story, it is still very much a power fantasy -- only an insincere one. Elder Xian taught me how to make this one,” Yun Ren said to the blade as he flexed his Qi, warming up the misty feeling in his gut until it felt like the sun’s rays. The sword rattled in approval. It's sweet and wholesome and more than a little blunt in the message that it just spells out on multiple occasions. It's also probably one of the better things being written around here right now, with characters that are all instantly too big for the jokes that they're set up to fill the role of and a world that appears to be more interested in people living kind lives than powerful ones.

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I'm the kind of person who has trouble naming their favorite... anything, to the point I worry sometimes that I may not like anything. It's probably not true. I do remember liking things. I liked books. I just don't remember what those books were. But it does seem that most of the books I liked I either forgot about or in some way grew out of liking them. I hope I will remember this one in the years to come. He sat with the sword in companionable silence as the cold wind blew through skeletal trees. From his vantage point on the hill, he could see most of the farm. Jin was with Meimei, pointing out one of the storage buildings to the Azure Jade Trading Company people. He could see them nod along from here. He had no real opinion on the two, honestly, though the story the woman, Chyou, had told was pretty interesting. She had a quite nice voice from what he recalled when she described everything, and he could almost see it in his mind’s eye. An expedition to the south. Something wondrous… and dangerous. A note about Xianxia: I admit I have no idea what this word/genre actually means beyond that it's a type of Chinese adventure story. Contextually, it means something with noble heroes battling for supremacy in deadly duals against man and beast alike, all searching to be the best and bloodiest. But I can't vouch for it that I understand it beyond the internal clues of this story. I'm not sure if it would have been more engaging if I knew more of the genre or not. Wouldn't such a Frankensteinian monster of so many disparate parts be a shambling ungainly mess? You would think so, But strangely this thing works and feels like a single organic whole.

He gently leaned a shining white sword against a log and placed a cup of tea before it. The sword was, even to his inexperienced eyes, a masterpiece. The inscription on the blade read Summer’s Sky.WOW" you might say "Good thing it doesn't get any more complicated than that". Well, I wish you hadn't said that because now it does thanks to your hasty words. That was the way it had always been. Torment and nothingness, for a thousand, thousand cycles. So long, it had forgotten. But the pain. The pain it remembered. The sharpness of it had faded, but it still remained-- that dull, dull ache. Shattered, broken fragments pulled together. Forging themselves anew. A tiny spark. A bare portion of what it was. But it was here. I don’t deny that,” Yun Ren agreed as he made the first incision, gutting the deer. Hells, even he had thought of coming over and working on the farm. “But is your girl alright with it?”