Martial Arts Ain't Anything Special - Chapter 55: Transcendent Realm (2)

With the Goddess’ blessing, he became a 『Divine Knight』 and founded an Empire.
As time passed, he grows older, and by the time the heavens called for him to come, the Goddess showed before him, asking for his last wish.

He wished to be reincarnated in the future.
He dedicated all his life for his people, he had no time to master his own arts.
This time, he wishes to live for himself, forging his body to the utmost limit.

The Goddess complied with his wish.
In the far future, the King shall reincarnate as the 『daughter』 of a renowned Knight family.
And, under some circumstances, she is labeled as a failure of a Knight, however——

「How convenient. I can stand on the foremost line without needing any rank. No better training than actual combat!」

Thus, the legend of the world’s strongest, most beautiful Knight Disciple (♀) has begun—

Life isn’t dramatic.

Takasugi Shinsaku once mentioned, “The mind to bring interest to an otherwise uninteresting world”, but if you’ll let me have my say, “An otherwise uninteresting world is also interesting”.

The world is just right with this level of boredom.

That is the conclusion to the results of my, Kagoshima Akira’s seventeen years of lived experience.

It’s not like anything’s ever going to happen.

I mean.

Witches from other worlds,

and cyber soldiers paying a visit from the future,

and psychics fighting under the instruction of research institutions

don’t exist, after all.

A campus bullying incident led Chu Feng to receive a message of Rong Yun’s suicide after ten years.

Rong Yun’s relic is a novel based on him…

At this point, he came to know that Rong Yun had always liked him.

In deep regret, Chu Feng returned back to high school.

This time, he wants to protect Rong Yun, his achievement and let him have a different life.
At first, he only wants to compensate for his mistakes, but he didn’t know when his compensation become’s true love.

- Description from Novelupdates

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.