The Plagiarist

This is the story of a boy who lived a secluded life in the mountains, tending his farm, rearing his fish, and dreaming his dreams. Eh? Did I suddenly conquer all worlds and become the big boss? Or am I still in a dream?

Sparrow Translations

Atlas Studios

Carefree Path of Dreams

The black door of the Martial Pavilion opened and sunlight fell, bringing the taste of faint changes.

Fang Yuan trembled, feeling numerous eyes focusing on him but promptly retreating again.

They should be the honorary experts of Divine Armament Mountain Villa…

He was unconcerned and went on to stroll around the first floor.

The bookshelves were made from hemlock wood, which was thick and heavy, would not get damaged by insects, nor rot after 300 years. Various secret books neatly rested on it in rows, the fragrance of ink in the air.

"The Martial Pavillion is divided into six floors. The cultivation techniques placed higher are more remarkable and secretive, and normal martial artists might even risk their lives to merely read one page…"

However, Fang Yuan did not admire from afar and casually grabbed an ancient book from the first floor to browse through.

Six Extremes