The Lord of Taibai Water

Gu Shanhai witnessed this great world of numerous heavens and discarded his third life. 
The gods of the human realm forged an eternal utopia with blood and fire. 
The King of the Red Dragon led his knights, patrolling the never-setting empire. 
The scholar, with a smile and a sword stroke, depicted thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, while monsters opened their eyes and stretched forth claws, giving birth to all manners of demons.
...
'Everyone here is a player; you can't call me abnormal just because I haven't been digitized, right?'

I Don't Agree to the Terms

Gu Shanhai soon extracted the intelligence he needed, no, to call it extraction was almost an understatement—it was simply asking; whatever Gu Shanhai asked, the other party answered without any hesitation.


In this process, there was no hesitation, but Gu Shanhai didn't intend to exploit the other for benefits; rather, he was pondering how to spend the coming month.


As for Xiang Fang? He had already killed him, buried together with Ren Li.


Xiang Fang's response also cleared up many doubts for him. The tragedy of Fengtai Village was also somewhat related to him—after all, the outside world had modernized, yet he stubbornly monopolized the resources. With his identity, he suppressed various aids and subsidies to Fengtai Village and even diluted the presence of the village.


Indeed, he had succeeded, for it was just a remote small mountain village, after all. Were it not for the records of the mountain ghost, there might not have even been any relevant documents.


Chapter 42: Knowing Heaven's Mandate Yet Not Knowing Oneself