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[This Story Is Dropped]

When I, a master criminal from earth, reincarnated into a divine body, I was ecstatic. Finally, I didn't have to worry about outsmarting the detectives, being chased by police, and remaining hidden everytime.

I was a prince then, a royalty. I could do anything; have any kind of luxury I wanted. I could pursue the things I liked, rather than the things I was forced to like.

However, the heavens didn't seem to give me a rest. Just two years later, I had to descend to a mortal world with my junior sister, and re-cultivate again.

I would have to compete with my other 7 immortal siblings, to reach the ninth heaven. This was a contest of Ancension to the Immortal World, a contest for the Divine Throne. 

With my wits, my immoral experiences, and the memories of the previous owner of this body, Zuifan; I would claim that throne, the Heavens itself.

While others may go the straight path of bitter cultivation for years, I would take the easiest and the fastest path. This mortal world, the resources in it, the rare beauties; everything shall become mine!

Chronicles of Daoist Fan

I defeated Windy Day in a minute. She was tired due to too much attacking and had used too much of her stamina.

I wanted to fight more but was informed that no more gold fighters would be having a match today. It was actually very rare for five gold fighters to appear in the arena. I went to the spectators' side after coming out of the booth from which I initially entered the tunnel.

Lingling was sitting there and I sat beside her.

''You're way more powerful, aren't you?'' Her guesses were starting to get more and more accurate lately.

''How humble…'' She sarcastically said.

As we watched the last gold match of the arena, a little crowd formed around us. Lingling looked at the people with a death glare. ''Please don't block our sight.''

''Ah, how could you treat my fans like that? You should be more gentle you know.''

A day with Lingling