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    I found this fiction on now-do.com, Modern Life of Immortal Demons was originally a comic, created by Hiroro in 2016, is a Chinese comic inspired by the Chinese classic The Classic of Mountains and Seas. And now they have the fiction, hope you enjoy this!

    Written by 默契 [Moqi]
    Translated by Boleslaw
    Produced by NOWDO


    Genre: Action , Adventure , Fantasy , Romance , Comedy ,Mystery


    Table of content :
    Prologue
    Chapter 1
    Chapter 2
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    Modern Life of Immortal Demons, Prologue

    Written by 默契 [Moqi]
    Translated by Boleslaw
    Produced by NOWDO



    Right before dawn, the flickering of stars in the dark sky gradually grew dimmer and dimmer. In the east, a glimmer of light emerged above the sea. As the brightness reached the coastline, the sun suddenly jumped above the horizon and blanketed the sea and the land with its brilliant, golden rays.

    Slowly but surely, the chill of the night was pierced by the sunlight. Somewhere, the sound of barking and crowing erupted and quickly spread from one house to another. Men, wearing crude shirts and carrying hoes on their shoulder, pushed doors open, ready to start a new day of work. They were greeted by similarly dressed women, who looked after the children and various and household chores.

    "Run and you'll break your legs!" A woman lectured her naughty son: "Didn't you listen to what your dad said - there's war, famine and plague everywhere! People fled to hide on our mountain, be careful or they'll eat you!"

    Obviously, the children did not understand what "plague" or "war" meant. They blinked a few times, and hugged the big dog that stood in the doorway. They just wanted to ride it as a children's game. However, the usually docile dog suddenly paced away from the children, staring wide-eyed and barking wildly up to the sky.

    For a split second, all the animals in this small mountain village let out a loud noise up into the sky, half-terrified and half-awed, as if they had seen a monster.

    "Help! Save me!" - yelped a loud voice. A blood-soaked man whose arm was ripped off in half rushed around frantically, terror painted in his face, and yelled: “Where is the elder?!"

    Instantly, screams and cries exploded into a chaos. A white-bearded, elderly man propped himself on crutches and slowly paced in front of the terrified crowd, sighing heavily.

    "Elder!" The man ran to the old man, crumbled to his knees and wept: "Dead! Under the mountain! Monsters! Some are dead, some are alive! Outside the village!"

    Just as he was howling in madness, the whole earth suddenly rumbled. Everyone turned their heads to see a long, horned beast that hurriedly rushed westwards.

    The elder sighed and looked up. The sky was clear, but he knew that the power that targeted them wasn't dispersed yet. Instead, it was growing more serious.

    "God's will." - were the only words the elder uttered, then closed his eyes in silence.

    Thousand miles away, in the Kunlun mountains.

    The surface world was already bright, but the Kunlun mountains were still asleep. Blanketed by a dusky forest that stretched for a thousand miles, mountain ranges refused to wake up.

    Suddenly, a loud rumbling roar bellowed on the horizon, and the whole world instantly changed. One half was basking under a bright and beautiful sunlight, while the other was smothered under black clouds and torrential rain. However, before the heavy rain could fall, it was swept by a roaring hurricane and turned into a storm of hail and snow that smashed into the mountain slopes.

    The skies were showering rain that turned into hail and snow on its way down, and in the blink of an eye, the entire world changed. In the bone-chilling wind, the myriad of mountain ravines awoke from their slumber with a deep, majestic roar.

    This sound split the curtain of rain and snow and sparked waves of resounding echo that boomed thousands of miles away. But this sound also scattered across the world. Almost imperceptibly to humans, darkness flocked together into a black pile that rushed towards the Kunlun mountains.

    Instantly, rain and snow grew in intensity and the gale grew in force and surged over the increasingly dense blackness. The weather twisted and the Kunlun mountains seemed as if caught in two giant hands. For a while, a giant palm seemed to close and the entire Kunlun mountains disappeared into grey ash, completely wiped out.

    Among the torrents of rain and blizzard of snow, a huge dragon suddenly appeared in mid-air. It moved around in the wind, avoiding sharp ice shards and falling boulders, and opened his big maw to swallow the rain and snow. However, a brightly colored bird hurriedly glided by the dragon’s side and pulled it back into the mountains.

    "Don't mess around!” The bird reverted into human form. His body was slim, but his voice was filled with unflinching resolve: "Do not sow chaos around.”

    The moment the dragon landed it also turned into a human form - eight feet tall, sturdy, broad-shouldered and muscular. His face was just like that of an ordinary human, but his two eyes were not side by side. Rather, they were placed vertically, one above the other.

    "The human world is already in chaos.” – Faintly said a man standing beside them. His long hair was fluttering in the wind, but his grey clothes could not conceal innate vigor. He sighed: "What we can do is limited.”

    "Dragon Ying, you didn’t say such things before!” The slender man exclaimed hurriedly, and quickly said to the other: “Zhu Yin, do you remember?”

    Zhu Yin didn’t reply, but just narrowed his eyes, looking into the rain, snow and thick fog that filled the sky.

    Dragon Ying replied: "Feng Huang, we both thought it was an accident, but now it seems it was fate.”

    Saying that, Dragon Ying raised his left hand and stretched it out. In a flash, the black fog in the sky started to shake gently. However, the trembling soon subsided and the thick darkness gained momentum. In rage, it bellowed out rain, ice and snow, and ominously crept towards them.

    Feng Huang’s eyes suddenly opened wide and pierced the dark for. He raged out: “Cowards! Don’t you dare show your true selves?!”

    Feng Huang had no choice but to stare helplessly as the black mist was ripped open in several places. Beams of light swept through and within the darkness he noticed a few familiar figures. They flashed past, and the sound of rainfall suddenly rose into a thunderous echo that clamored in the mountains. If you listened carefully, you could make out a mixed cacophony of weeping, begging for mercy, curses, shrieks and groans… It was more than simple noises, it was a mix of deep, touching emotions that stirred up everything that was cruel, passionate, manic, impulsive, bloodthirsty…

    All the sounds and impulsive emotions tore at one another and poured out of the black fog. They distressed the Zhu Yin, and even Dragon Ying’s looks grew gloomy. None of them moved, but they looked at Feng Huang, hesitant to say a word.

    The gale was whistling a mournful shrill, and Feng Huang was standing on the central rock with fists clenched so tightly that fingertips almost punctured his palms. If only Luan hadn’t gone on that day… While he was pondering, an ape-like beast with four ears suddenly rushed out of the black fog, followed by another one, an owl-shaped creature with a human face and four eyes. They milled around in a bizarre, terrible way.

    The two beasts were known to the three men. One was Changyou, who caused disastrous deluge. The other was Yong, who brought devastating draught that turned the world barren. But Feng Huang recalled that they didn’t behave weirdly when they escaped from the Yin-Yang cave in the Demon mountain, so why would they submit to such cruel madness now?

    Feng Huang quickly focused his mind and looked again only to see thick black fog twisting around the two beasts’ bodies. Any branch or flower they brushed became corrupted and produced a putrid stench that was unbearable even from dozens of meters away.

    The three men’s expressions changed. Finally, they knew the black fog was not a ghost nor a demon, but all painful emotions of humanity condensed into despair! They saw grief, hatred, helplessness and pain that circled around Changyou and panic, struggle, hatred and anxiety wrapped around Yong. They caused floods and drought and captured the negative emotions of their victims!

    Surprised, Feng Huang alarmed Dragon Ying: “Although they can trigger disasters, they have never been affected by human emotions!”

    However, there was no time to think about it, as both black clouds were fluttering in front of their eyes. Feng Huang’s words became a long hiss, as his raised arms turned into wings. His chest and belly were those of a scarlet bird, as he moved forward, crashing into Changyou.

    "Chi Bi, be careful.”

    Dragon Ying shouted and swept up red light with his palms. With this red light, many rare animals leaped from behind the three friends, pouncing against the enemies that stirred within the black mist.

    Suddenly, a brilliant radiance flashed above the earth, and roaring, hissing and neighing beasts began to tear at each other. Their blood and fur were blown in the wing when their shouts carried over the mountains.

    Feng Huang had already changed into a bird, and hovered across the sky, slashing and tearing furiously. He slowed down to assess the situation, but all he could see were layers upon layers of black fog. Within, beasts were frantically lashing at and biting one another. Whether creatures of good or evil, none could escape the fray. They all fought in merciless melee, fell to the ground, and died.
    Above, Zhu Yin was still floating in the air and belching out smoke, but several of his scales were already broken, and dark dragon blood trickled out of his wounds. Dragon Ying was punching and kicking in his human form, and it seemed that darkness would not close on to him, but his movements were growing slow. And yet... And yet, all those friends he’d been drinking and carousing with for thousands of years who fought in this battle and died or suffered injuries. He was powerless to change anything about it.
    Where was the human world among this disturbing blood fest? Where were the Kunlun mountains?!
    If only this had not happened, if only they could have more time to search their own destiny… Pity they had no more “ifs” available to them. Could this really be the ultimate calamity that neither humans nor beasts could escape? Would the human world and magic creature be destined for extinction?
    The multi-colored bird gave out a sorrowful lament, close to tears. Shaking away from the black mist, Feng Huang muttered to himself, finally steeling his determination.
    “You try to exhaust the spirit and blood of my race… Come and fight me again!” Feng Huang hissed loudly and flew towards the tallest tree on the Kunlun peak. He grasped the thick branches in his claws, twisted his neck, and opened up his maw, ready to spit out his final life essence.
    Alarmed, Dragon Ying gasped: “No! Don’t do this!”
    But it was already too late. All they saw was a red mist of scarlet blood that flew from his mouth and rushed against the black fog. Instantly, the colorful feathers that covered Feng Huang faded in color. Zhu Yin also sensed that Feng Huang spirit was released, and fell back to the ground. Suddenly, they heard a loud bang and the air shivered, as if some power was about to blast a hole in the sky.
    No sooner did the thunder roared that Feng Huang felt pain in his stomach, so scalding that he almost fell down from the tree. Luckily, Dragon Ying arrived by his side, his hands launching a cyclone to gently catch him.
    None of the beasts had seen the thunder coming. Feng Huang couldn’t do anything about the strange scorching feeling in his stomach, so he just flew up into the sky with Dragon Ying and Zhu Yin.
    The black mist was no more, and there was nothing but thick black clouds that covered the sky. The clouds were flashing with lightning that could undoubtedly crack a stone boulder in two.
    The clouds were growing darker, and the lightnings grew more intense and dazzling. Slowly, a golden whip was wrung in the black ink skies. When it cracked, sparks flew in all directions. It seemed as if some god was wielding and controlling it.
    Dragon Ying gave a quick gaze and muttered to himself: “Is it… Tian Lei?”
    His voice fell when the thundering golden whip cracked and moved eastward in a shower of golden sparks. Its power resembled that of Pangu’s giant hatchet that split the world from chaos, or Gong Gong’s rage that knocked the Buzhou mountain over.
    All the living things in the world fell silent, and even the beasts that had fought so viciously were lying prostrate on the ground, trembling with cold. The beasts were staring as the thunder whip tore a hole between the sky and the earth, and in the next moment, a loud resounding sound boomed up above as the sky in the east turned burning red.
    The moment the Tian Lei fell, however, the entire black cloud dissipated. Even the black mist that twisted around the Kunlun mountains was scattered in the wind, disappearing completely.
    Dragon Ying exhaled, but still gazed into flame burning in the distance. Puzzled, he asked: "How could Tian Lei fall over there?”
    Zhu Yin couldn’t care less. He turned around and looked at Feng Huang. It turned out he had only passed out, but was still breathing. He was still alive. He calmly said: "I don't know, and I don’t care.”
    Dragon Ying spoke once more: “The sky fire takes more than human power to extinguish. Looks like we must wait for three days and three nights, until it burns out of itself.”
    Zhu Yin gave Dragon Ying a puzzled glance, as if impatient that he worried about such irrelevant things. However, he did not say anything, just casually grabbed some leaves, pressed them to the wounds, and turned to walk down the slope.
    "Tian Lei? Crossing heavens? Humans… Beasts… Oh.”
    Dragon Ying muttered out incoherent words, gave a deep, loud sigh, and helped support Feng Huang as they were walking down the hill.
    The skyfire was burning for full three days and three nights before it slowly went out. Dragon Ying wished to investigate it, but the recent war left countless casualties everywhere. He had no choice but to deal with the trivial problems at hand first.
    After this battle, the energy of both humans and beasts was sapped, and nobody knew when it would recover. And Feng Huang – though Dragon Ying, dragging a branch heavy with ripe fruits along the stony roads of the Red Cave mountain, – Feng Huang used up his own essence and blood to confront the black mist. His intention was to inhale it and seal within his own body. Although he was interrupted by Tian Lei, his internal injuries were extremely severe. It wasn’t certain how long he’d be sleeping.


    "Old and young ones, they spare us no trouble.” - Dragon Ying sighed, and pushed open the door to Feng Huang’s house.
    An enchanting and beautiful woman was sitting in the room. Noticing Dragon Ying, she chuckled: "Dragon Ying, you’ve come right on time. When will master Feng Huang wake up?”
    Dragon Ying shook his head and said: “Can’t say. He needs at least a thousand years.”
    The woman’s expression darkened. Looking at Feng Huang lying on the bed, she muttered: “Little Luan is still asleep. Master Feng Huang explained it once before, warning not to let little Luan wake up too early, for fear that the child... Oh.”
    Dragon Ying was listening with one ear while plucking another fruit, which he quickly devoured, from the branch. Suddenly, he said: "Lei, how’s your body?”
    Lei was a hermaphrodite. Although it occasionally hampered her actions, she could adjust her yin-yang energies to facilitate healing injuries. She was now in a female form, and coquettishly moved her hair, crooning: "The injuries are too severe, so I’ll let him sleep and heal. Really! He had to fight like some macho, but he wouldn’t allow me to show up no matter what. Well, fine!”
    Dragon Ying laughed and, without saying anything, went away, chewing on a fruit.
    No sooner did he make a few steps around the courtyard that he noticed Zhu Yin dragging a similar fruit branch. Dragon Ying pointed behind and laughed: "The big one is still sleeping and the little one hasn’t opened yet. Lei is looking after them.”
    "Oh.” Zhu Yin sat down on the ground, pondering deeply and eating fruit. Once he had eaten all the fruit from his branch, he patted his buttocks and rose to walk through the door empty-handed.
    "This guy.”
    Dragon Ying shook his head laughing and turned towards Feng Huang’s house. He thought briefly, finished the last fruit pulp he was holding in his hand, and threw the seed onto a roadside mound.
    At least, we’d have a good day after a thousand years. Dragon Ying smiled gently and started to walk, but in the twinkling of an eye, a soft green sprout burst from the earth mound, gently swaying in the breeze.
    Death and life, a normal cycle of all living things... Let’s hope it wasn’t too late this time.
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    I love this! Hope you can keep posting the newest chapters! Thanks for your sharing!

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    How often do you update this novel, the style is so different

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    Thanks for your support!

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    Chapter 1

    It was a dark and silent night.

    Somewhere on the Mountain Yin, Dragon Ying was sitting on a huge rock, staring blankly at the pitch black earth. He could not remember clearly how many years had passed since the war – was it three or was it four thousand years? Or was it closer to ten thousand years? Perhaps he was too old and experienced too much, so that the passage of time was meaningless now.

    As he was thinking, someone approached from behind and said in a deep, respectful voice: “Master Dragon Ying, Luan has gone down the mountain.”

    Dragon Ying didn’t turn around, but kept staring into the distance. Finally, he replied: "Feng Huang is still asleep, and Zhu Yin hasn’t been seen for a long time. But I still don’t fully understand all those things that happened this year. Why did Luan trigger this accident, why is the culprit still missing, why…? Why did Tian Lei come to the east?”

    The man lowered his head, and listened quietly.

    The night wind caressed Dragon Ying’s long hair, gently blowing them up and down onto his shoulders. Dragon Ying rested his chin on one hand and looked at the first faraway rays of light in the east, still too weak to disperse the darkness. Slowly, he continued: "Yin and yang are always changing. There’s always someone who rises to meet his destiny. Now, the question of life and death lies within his body. Let’s hope it will have a different ending.” Having said that, he suddenly recalled something. He finally turned to the man standing beside him and asked: "What about Liu Liu?’

    The man stumbled for words, and carefully replied after a longer period: "I met him the day before, and haven’t seen him since. Did he go to play in the mountains again?”

    Dragon Ying leaped down from the rock and frowned: "What a baby! Nothing but trouble!”

    The man didn’t dare speak out, but muttered: "He only reacts when something happens to his son."

    Ying Long was about to walk in the opposite direction, but hearing that, he turned around and asked: "What do you mean?”

    The man waved his hands around and cautiously said: "Nothing! I'll go looking for him in the mountains.” Having said that, he quickly ran away and disappeared from sight.

    Dragon Ying long shook his head and once again looked where the dark fog condensed.

    In the morning, mountain forests had a special sweet smell, and the delicate golden rays of light penetrated the canopy to create countless tiny bright spots on the ground. Suddenly, a loud “thump” broke this mountain tranquility. A well-built, tall young man was quickly dashing back and forth, brushing up leaves and sending them flying in the wind.

    The young man walked briskly through the woods. It wasn’t until he spotted the nearby Murky Spring that he stopped and said to himself: "Finally, I didn’t lose direction this time!”

    So early in the morning the sun hadn’t yet had the time to warm up the water in the river. The youth paused at the river bank, drank a handful of water and washed his face. The Murky Spring was flowing slowly, and very soon, its surface reflected a clear and handsome face – regular eyebrows delicately curved upwards, large and bright eyes with brightness sparking in their gaze, pointed nose and thin lips that he kept pressed together. All in all, his face was exquisite and delicate. If an onlooker didn’t look at him closely, he could be mistaken for a girl.

    A gust of wind blew and wrinkled the water surface. In turn, the young man’s delicate face blurred too.

    The lad stood up and flung back long hair that cascaded down on his chest. His long hair resembled ripe pomegranate seeds, red and bright, and he fashioned it into a braid that gently dangled all the way to at the waist.

    This simple rest made him feel good. Relaxed, he stretched himself when suddenly, in a twinkle of an eye, he noticed a figure only ten meters away. Quickly alerted, he looked around and noticed a creature with two pig heads that was spinning round on the ground, humming and howling.

    Curious, he stepped forwards and watched the scene for some time. Finally, he said: "Ping Peng*, why are you spinning round?”

    The two-headed guy approached, and both pig heads spoke in unison: “Luan, so good you’re here! Be our judge!”

    Luan gave a puzzled look: "I should be… Your judge?”

    Both heads nodded in unison and started to talk simultaneously, but their speech was nothing but unclear gibberish. Luan scratched his head, pressed both of his palms into fists, and loudly interrupted them: “Stop this quarrel! Let’s do this – try and guess in which hand I hold leaves.”

    The left head quickly answered: "The right one!”

    Luan opened his right fist, and sure enough, he held a green leaf. Pointing the left head, he smiled: "That's right, you go first.”

    The left head mustered all his mental capabilities and spoke eruditely: "We just came here, when suddenly we heard strange noise coming from the forest. Seeing imminent crisis, I thought it’s be more secure to flee north, but he chose to run south!”

    It wasn’t fair to judge this piggy based on his looks. His speech was cohesive, and his manners resembled that of a school teacher that Luan once spied upon near the mountain. Luan did his best not to burst into laughter as the two pig-heads’ quarrel erupted once again, in mind-hazing cacophony.

    How much longer were they going to quarrel…? Luan looked at both of them and rolled his eyes. In a flash, he formed a fist and punched the right pig head. Piggy didn’t even block this strike, but simply groaned and passed out.

    The left head stared silently at Luan, who quickly shouted: "Don't you run away! He’ll wake up and you’ll quarrel incessantly all over again!”

    "You… Ahem, we’ll meet again!”

    Without delay, the left head rushed straight into the depths of the mountain forest, dragging his dizzy buddy along.

    Luan’s mediation was successful. Feeling a sense of accomplishment, he started humming a song and strapped his backpack on. He turned, and his mood soured. He had just come to wash his face in the river and solved Ping Peng’s problem, and in all this ruckus, he had completely forgotten in which direction he was supposed to go.

    That was a problem!

    Luan turned around, trying to pick the right direction, when all of a sudden he heard a roar of some fierce beast in the forest. In an instant, branches and leaves started to swing around, scattering leaves around. Luan was staring dumbfounded, as another howl filled the forest, startling countless birds and spreading in all directions.

    Who was that?

    Luan, previously worried about losing his way, was fascinated by this new danger posed by the natural world. He barely took two steps in the direction the sound came from that he spotted a deep yellow shadow rushing in the distance. A tiger, tall as a grown man, suddenly leaped in front of Luan and opened his big mouth, showing rows of dagger-sharp teeth. The woods sounded with another mighty roar.

    "Tiger!” Luan wasn’t shocked in the least. Laughing, he jumped and landed on the tiger’s back, and chatted merrily: "Tiger, you're right on time! I can't find the road leading to the human’s transportation hub. You can take me down there!”

    This tiger had been abusing people in those mountains for a century. He never messed with mythic creatures, but they didn’t mess with it either. He never thought he’d meet such a mature, fearless man who would even dare to ride him as a mount.

    The tiger roared, scratching and kicking with its legs, he tried to throw the rider down from his back. But Luan was sitting firmly. Patting the tiger on the head, he laughed: "Do me a favor, I'm going to miss the bus! Wait for my return, I’ll bring you something delicious!”

    The big cat was still unconvinced, and angrily threw his head to the sides. Luan held on tight, simply lying down and hugging on to the animal’s neck. Seeing that he couldn’t throw down this little brat, the tiger roared helplessly and ran straight to the transportation hub’s entrance.

    Riding a tiger felt really good - you didn’t have to find the route yourself, and the seat felt cozy and warm. Well, the fur was somewhat coarse and pricked his palms, but if only tiger would bathe it…  Lost in such thoughts, Luan fell asleep, lying on the tiger’s back.

    He didn’t know how long it took, but the galloping tiger finally came to a sudden halt. He kicked his rear legs up and shook his whole body, and finally managed to thrown Luan down.

    Awakened from a deep sleep, Luan opened dazed eyes only to find himself flying mid-air. He quickly grabbed a branch to stop his fall, and gently dropped to the ground. Raising his head, he found himself standing in front of some station building. He had arrived at the portal to the human world!

    "Thank you, tiger! We’ll play together again someday!”

    …Who'd want to play with you?! The tiger rolled his eyes and ran away, cursing.

    Having received no answer, Luan waved the tiger farewell. He pulled out the pass prepared for him by Dragon Ying, and boldly walked towards the station’s security check passage.

    “Boshlake City, I'm coming!”

    *note:There was a animal, it has two heads on the left and right, it’s called Ping Peng- Classic of Mountains and Seas · Classic of the Great Wilderness: West

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    Anybody can send me a link to the raws?

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    Thanks for your sharing, You have a NOWDO ID?

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    My NOWDO ID is Malahidiel, and I'm in the Modern Life of Immortal Demons group

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    I love the manhua, and I think this novel is great too!

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    Chapter 2

    As Luan was walking along the cement roads of the human world, he discovered he hadn’t been here for way too long. Everything looked completely different from what he remembered. Holding the map presented by Dragon Ying, Luan was filled with unanswered questions – everything felt so new around here.

    He looked at a metal box that opened nearby and a metal bird that flew high into the sky. Glancing to left and right, he almost forgot he was supposed to catch the train.

    Once he finally rushed into the station, Luan was startled by the sea of people that crowded in the waiting room. So many people… Damn! Clutching his map and ID, he followed the flow of people that trickled towards the doorway. On the way, he was patted with glowing sticks wielded by some of the humans. On the other side, some other humans dressed in similar uniforms picked up his luggage and threw it into a large gaping mouth. He heard funny sounds, and his luggage was spat out on the other side. Luan nervously picked the luggage up and took a few steps forward. Suddenly he looked up only to find himself completely surrounded by the atmosphere of mankind.

    A few steps away, a mother was holding a crying kid. Slightly further away, an old man was slowly walking on crutches. A young man leaning against a pillar was laughing and talking to a small metal box… Oh, there was a little girl biting something round in here hand – it looked very delicious! Luan swallowed saliva hungrily and looked up to see a middle-aged madam. (No! Parrot said to call them lady!) The lady was hurriedly dragging a suitcase up the escalator, accompanied by several noisy children, who were laughing and running around her. She called them to stop, but they just made a wry face and ran away.

    "How do you do!”

    Confused by the clear voice that addressed him from behind, Luan quickly looked back and smiled: "Ah, hello.”

    A brown-haired boy greeted Luan and quickly moved over to his side. His smiling, round eyes narrowed: "You’re new here, right? I see you've been standing here for some time - don't you know the procedures?” Luan was simply nodding, so the boy said: "That’s fine, I want to stamp my pass too, so tag along! By the way, where you going?”

    Luan carefully replied: "I'm going to Boshlake City.”

    "Oh, Boshlake City – I’ve wanted to go there for some time, too! But today, I have to go in another direction for a fortnight long internship. Yes, I am a trainee doctor. When my parents heard that I had enrolled in a medical school, they went mad with rage and chased me with a stick in hand over two mountains, saying that they were going to break my legs if I got a job at hospital.” The boy stuck out his tongue and smiled: "But I’m not afraid, I believe studies are good! And where are you going? Oh yes, you're going to Boshlake City! That memory of mine! Anyway, we should have our passes stamped first.” The boy waved the ticket in his hand, and urged: "Quick, better not miss the train. By the way, what’s your name? Are you taking the high-speed train too?”

    He spoke like a machine gun, and Luan discovered there were a lot of words he couldn’t understand. He simply gave an answer to the questions he remembered: "Well… My name is Zhu Luan. And I’m going to Boshlake City to find a friend.” He paused and asked: "What is the high-speed train?”

    The boy scratched his head and muttered: "Oh my God, how long haven’t you come out? You don’t even know what the high-speed train is.” He thought for a while, and explained: "The high-speed train is a fast type of train. It only takes a few hours to get where an ordinary train would need a whole day. But you need to change trains to get to Boshlake City from here. Only the green train goes there, and it takes some eight or nine hours. Oh, I almost forgot to introduce myself - my name is Mulele, but friends call me Woody. You can also call me Lele.”

    Luan’s eyes lit up, and he asked solemnly: "Woody? Is that what humans call each other? It sounds cute! So, why don’t you call me Loony?”

    Mulele was stunned at first, and then explained, resisting the urge to laugh out loud: "No, you can’t call anyone Loony in the human world. You can’t change your family name at random. For example, one of my older family members is called “Roos Ter”. A youngster like me can simply call him “Elder”, but my teacher always calls him some strange name, such as Rooster, Cockerel, or Chick… Anyway, no matter what they call him, he always seems unhappy.”

    Yet another question formed in Luan’s head: "Why strange? I think that Chick is very cute! Or, the same way you’re called Lele, why not call him Chick-Chick?”

    Mulele was speechless: "Well… It’s really hard to explain why, but you simply mustn’t say that in the human world!”

    Luan nodded in understanding, but Mulele observed him and felt a bit worried. He hoped this friend from the mountains wouldn’t stir up any troubles.

    The two were wading through the crowd and chatting like this. Sometimes, the crowd would separate them, but finally, they found some empty spot. Mulele looked at Luan and smiled: "Some people like to dye their hair a variety of colors or wear contact lenses lens nowadays, but we don't need any disguise. Like the color of your hair, it could be dyed black. But this hairstyle… Well, it’s pretty special.”

    Luan was glancing all around the place, but when Mulele commented on his hair, he asked curiously: "Why is nobody wearing braids? The last time I came… Well, the last time I came here, everyone was wearing pigtails. Those guys that let their hair unbraided were arrested and decapitated.”

    This shocked Mulele, who started to think when was the time that people without pigtails had been beheaded... Could it be the last time this guy been here was in the Qing dynasty? He put on a smile and said: "That was the requirement of the Qing dynasty, but that was some two hundred years ago. Nobody cares about it now.”

    The topic of braids reminded Luan of Liu Liu, who would pull his hair for fun or even fashioned it into a bird’s nest atop his head. Delighted, he said: "I have a child who always likes to play with my hair, so I tie pigtails for convenience. But hey, what are the contact lens that you mentioned?”

    Before Mulele could answer, he turned to have his pass stamped. He moved somewhat slowly, so the fairy attendant in the window scolded him impatiently: “Hurry up! Stop dillydallying!”

    Mulele quickly handed him his temporary pass, which had already been stamped with multiple red seals. Luan followed his example and handed the pass, but didn’t expect what happened next – the fairy attendant’s expression changed completely.

    His expressionless face of a bored clerk changed, and a smile wrinkled his face when he said to Luan: “You haven’t seen people for a long time.”

    Luan barely had the time to say anything when Mulele’s chin dropped in alarm. He had been to many places over the years, and often had his pass stamped by the fairy affairs agency, but he had never seen a fairy attendant show a nice face to anyone.

    Who was that Zhu Luan after all?!

    Puzzled, Luan took his stamped pass and asked Mulele: "Where is the train now?”

    "Wait!” The fairy attendant asked someone to change him at work, and rushed out of the door like the wind. He stood by Mulele and laughed: "I'll take you to the VIP waiting room.”

    Luan blinked and spoke, stunned: "Eh… But why?”

    "It's OK, just follow me!”

    The fairy attendant didn’t wait for Luan’s answer, but pulled him in another direction. Luan was at a complete loss, he just grabbed stunned Mulele. All the fairies who waited to have their passes stamped turned around and watched, amazed, how those three dragged one another and stumbled towards the lounge.

    In the eight hundred years of Mulele’s “fairy” life, there had never been such a crowd of “people”, so he felt a bit shy. He couldn’t tell now if the person he was holding to wasn’t some deity. Red hair, pale face, handsome looks – the fairy attendant flattered him so much, so he certainly had a much higher status… But he had never heard of a god called Zhu Luan… Then again, he was still pretty young and couldn’t recognize all avatars of gods.

    Mulele poked Luan with his free hand and softly asked, "Well, how old are you, if I may ask?”

    He wished to estimate the origins of this deity based upon his age. But this “deity” was confused himself – curling his lips, he muttered: "I think I slept for a long time, so I can’t really tell. Once, I asked my uncle Dragon Ying, but he said he could not remember clearly either.”

    "What! Dragon Ying?!” Mulele suddenly spoke up: "Are you talking about the god Dragon Ying who lives secluded on the Mountain Yin?!”

    Luan stared blankly and replied honestly: "Indeed, he lives on the Mountain Yin. However, what is “god”?” Everyone else simply called him “master”.

    "Oh dear!” Mulele exclaimed, his heart pounding wildly: "That is the ancient god Dragon Ying! Come on, it’s Dragon Ying, the hero of legends! In ancient ages, he helped the Yellow Emperor defeat Chi You, and killed Chi You’s father! He’s the great hero who helped the Yellow Emperor unite the whole earth! Also, when Da Yu tamed the floods, he helped him dredge the rivers to eliminate flooding! Human ancestors enshrined him as a god and worshipped him!”

    Baffled, Luan asked: "Dragon Ying is so awesome?”

    Mulele rose in excitement: "Of course! God Dragon Ying is my idol! Thousands of years ago, he and a few other great gods prevented a great chaos. If it hadn’t been for them, who knows what would be happening to the fairy land now… Although elders say that Dragon Ying lives in seclusion on Mountain Yin, disregarding affairs of life, the stories of his life are so fantastic as if straight from a fantasy novel!”

    Luan was utterly confused. He felt that the Dragon Ying that Mulele talked about could not be the same Dragon Ying he had always known. The man he knew was a middle-aged uncle who would leisurely play with his son all day. He always had so much to do that he never allowed himself to come to the human world. If Little Dave hadn’t helped him escape, he’d be fossilized on that mountain.

    Mulele, who didn’t notice Luan’s confusion, continued: "Hmm, you called god Zheng uncle, so…" So this guy was also a dragon? No wonder the fairy attendant was so respectful towards him! Mulele looked at Luan with respect and admiration, but Luan was still mulling questions in his head. At the same time, he was being dragged by the fairy attendant so quick that he almost fell down.

    "Here’s the VIP waiting room.” They finally made it to the waiting room before Luan tumbled down. The fairy attendant respectfully ushered them inside: “I can only accompany you that far. Please come inside.”

    "Oh, OK." Although he couldn’t make sense what was going on, Luan nodded in gratitude. Also, he remembered to turn around and drag his friend in, explaining: “We are together.”

    However, Mulele was standing at the door – he could hardly suppress all the strong emotions that rushed within him from emerging. God, in the waiting room, there were at least three fairies over eight thousand years old, as well as a few immortals, waiting to cross heavens. As for the ghosts, their smell was strange to him, so he couldn’t assess their age. Whatever the case, he didn’t dare enter.

    Well, this Zhu Luan guy was standing here so relaxed as if he didn’t feel any pressure at all. Truly, he was not an ordinary creature… Moreover, they had been waiting together for such a long time, and never did he show any signs of stress. As the elders used to say, the more powerful a fairy was, the better they could control their own power. This was true!

    Thus, Mulele waved his hands and retreated a few steps: "It was a pleasure to meet you! But I’m travelling to a different place, so I’m not gonna go in! I hope we’ll meet again! ”

    He bowed deeply and quickly ran away.

    "I saw a dragon!” Mulele thought merrily, walking towards the ticket gate of the high-speed train to Hushlake City.

    Huh?! Suddenly, something came to Mulele’s mind and he stopped. This god was going to Boshlake City, so he could take a high-speed train to Hushlake City first, then transfer and continue by a high-speed train to Boshlake City. It would only take an hour longer, so why would he prefer to take a green long distance train with the low-class fairies? He really couldn’t comprehend this god’s actions.

    What Mulele didn’t know, was that the “god” he had met at the station had no secret at all. The only reason he was taking a green train was to save time he would lose changing trains.
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    I thought Mulele was a location in Zambia at the first time...

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    Mulele appeared in the newest chapter of manhua

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    Adapted from Classic of Mountains and Seas? So cooool!

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