Qingwa

Cheng Yan, the sole breadwinner of his family, one night finds some old bone under an old tree.  The origin of those bones results in his death. But this transports him back to thousands of years ago where witches not only existed but demons and spirit beasts roamed the skies and ruled the seas.

Trapped in a body of the heir of the chieftain, Cheng Yan has to walk through the labyrinth of political unrest as an awakened god, in a mortal's body, to save the kingdom from his unscrupulous rivals, and save himself from jaw-dropping beautiful cousins. And the only weapon he had on his reincarnation was a string of bones.
What will he do with those bones? Feed it to dogs? Turn them into bone soup? Wear around his neck as a fashion statement?
Read to find out more!

Note: Ahem, Froggo here, my summer vacation started and I thought "hey, why not" and started writing. My first ever prose writing ( my soul is a poet though). So, please check out and leave comments if you like it and if you hate it, I won't mind having some of your power stones thrown at me. (not kidding) ahahahahah
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The Witch Bone

A month had passed since Bai Hua returned to the castle. He was sweating profusely and was leaning on his sword gasping for air.


"Is that all you got?" said a mocking voice but the owner of the voice was clearly tired as well. Beads of sweat were rolling down from his temple. Bai Yur never thought that Bai Hua would have grown so much in strength in a mere month. 


The moment he stepped out from the sacred grove after his initiation ritual, Bai Hua's strength had been increasing by leaps and bounds. And Bai Hua had been sparring with his father every day because his father insisted on testing his "godly" soul.


Imsong had come up with a concoction of lies to keep everyone out of their secret. Bai Hua gained back his normal appearance after he stepped out of the Lotus space. Even the Witch Bone had resumed its normal appearance, that of an anklet of bones, turning into an ivory blade when he was in combat. Imsong had blatantly lied to Bai Yur's face telling him that she had given the anklet as a gift to Bai Hua before his initiation. And Bai Hua had nodded to everything she had said. 


Bai Yur had believed everything she had said. There was no reason not to believe her. He merely thought that the Head Shaman had shown favouritism to his son when he did not receive such gifts at the time of his own initiation.


  "One more round," begged Bai Hua to his father even though it was taking all his efforts to stand. 


His father still remained undefeated even with his awakened soul. 


No wonder he was the Lord of Soaring Kingdom. His father was unrelenting and ruthless, never giving an inch to him even though he was merely a kid.


But if enemy spies were watching this father-son fight, they would be crying inside. Who was the Lord of Soaring Dragon? Many of their kings and lords had tried to win him over, threatened him, sent assassins but he had ignored them and got rid of them all without even blinking an eye. But now he was sweating as he was fighting his 14-year-old son.


Some assassins were also sent out to get rid of the heir of the kingdom. There had been no successful attempts but they always thought that there was a chance as he was merely a kid who still had not developed his spiritual powers as compared to these professionals.


The assassins would probably have packed their things and leave the kingdom with a "mission impossible" note sent to their masters if they saw this right now.


"Alright!" shouted The Lord of Soaring Dragon and they continued to fight.


"You say his son is becoming abnormally stronger?" said a divine looking man, lazily.


"Yes, master. Our spies have sent us news" respectfully replied a black-robed young man.


"Mmmmm... Tell them to keep observing the son."


"Yes, master." Saying this the young man disappeared.


"This should be fun. Are you not interested?" asked the man towards a glowing orb that was lying on the table next to his chair.


"Indeed. But don't make any moves for now. We will wait until he grows up," said a charming voice that was coming from inside the orb.


"Don't get excited everytime a prodigy appears in that kingdom. You always get excited when it comes to that person."


Signs of Movement