Xiao Zhan threw the book on his bed tiredly. He had tried a thousand different ways and the damn thing wouldn't open, as if it was... sealed.

Why didn't he think of that before?

Now he lives in a world full of magic and things like that!

Xiao Zhan took the book in his hands again, checked it all over, and nothing. After it appeared out of nowhere in front of him, Xiao Zhan had hidden behind a rock to see if anyone or anything would appear to take it away, however nothing happened, the book was still there.

Unchanged.

And the only thing Xiao Zhan thought of, was to take it to his room, and now that he thinks about it, it was really stupid. Maybe he should have taken it to Lan QiRen or Zewu-Jun to check it out, but... he can't do that.

The book doesn't seem to be anything special either, not that it's not much of a tome either and it weighed next to nothing, it was light navy blue and had gold embellishments, a gold Calla blossom surrounded by two branches of Plum blossom. Very pretty but useless. It didn't want to open.

"So troublesome" muttered Xiao Zhan as he fumbled the book all over and suddenly threw it away, he hissed holding his finger to his mouth, he had cut himself "Useless and dangerous "

Without recovering from the small moment of "pain" the cover of the book, where a drop of his blood had fallen, a bright phrase appeared:

"Name of the Master "

Master's name? What master?

Xiao Zhan frowned in confusion, he was ninety-nine percent sure that this never happened in the original story. Did Wei Wuxian have a book?

Xiao Zhan's eyes widened like saucers. He had done things that the original Wei Wuxian had not done in the original story?

Is this part of the Butterfly Effect?

Other than coming to the Cloud Recessional, following his sect brothers and annoying Lan WangJi, many things were not as they should have been in the original novel. Besides, Wei Wuxian never went where Xiao Zhan had gone today.

Does that mean that if Wei Ying had done so she would also have found this book? Or just because Xiao Zhan is changing the story did he find it?

Xiao Zhan picked up the book again, with a slight tremor in his hands, he swallowed dryly and looked at the sentence on the cover. What if he had just made a pact with some demon or something from hell? Was he going to die? Would he be possessed?

He didn't know what to do. Now he really couldn't take it to any Lan or show it to his brothers, they could think he was cursed and want to perform an exorcism on him.

Xiao Zhan paled even more, if they were to exorcise him, they would find out that he was not the owner of the body and in the end he would be sent to who knows where and try to bring back Wei Wuxian, who already died when Xiao Zhan entered his body... it would be a great chaos. [Note of the translator: For the people who were wondering what happened to the real Wei Ying, here is your answer, you can come and cry with me 😭]

The strangest thing about the whole thing is that Xiao Zhan doesn't feel any bad vibes coming from the book, there was nothing bad coming from it, quite the opposite of what he felt when he was near the corpse from a few days ago... Thinking about it for a moment, Xiao Zhan jumped out of bed and almost fell flat on his face as he went for one of the evil energy detector talismans (or something like that he had read in one of the books in the library), stuck it on the cover of the book and... nothing happened.

Had he skipped a step?

He peeled it off and this time infused some spiritual energy and stuck it back on... and both the talisman and the book glowed in a blue light. The talisman peeled off by itself and the phrase that was written before disappeared and a name appeared.

"Wei Ying."

Xiao Zhan felt like everything was spinning around. He had screwed up and big time! What he didn't want to happen happened!

Although Xiao Zhan wanted to continue lamenting his fate and cursing everyone, the book flipped open, Xiao Zhan's hand trembled as he turned the pages one by one... huh?

The book is in blank!

Xiao Zhan closed the book tightly and threw it against the opposite wall. Ouch! He bent over on his stomach hugging his left side, it was as if someone had hit him...

Don't fuck with me!

Xiao Zhan may not have much understanding of the laws of this world, but he watched enough Harry Potter and similar series in his world to know what had just happened.

Threw the book + hit the wall = sudden pain in his left side.

And... What's that tinkling sound you hear on either side of your ear?

No more surprises please!

He shakily walked back to the desk where he had a small mirror, which was borrowed from Jiang YanLi, that he uses to see himself every time he combs his hair in the mornings and placed it at the level of his right ear. A beautiful earring made of some black material and a big ruby in the middle, he put it at the level of his left ear and it was the same result, another earring.

Fucking shit!

Why do the gods hate him so much?

He tried to take them off and almost tore his ear off/ split his precious lobe. They had no clasp, it was as if it had been sealed after he put them on.

"Wei Wuxian" Jiang Cheng knocked on the door and Xiao Zhan panicked "It's time for dinner already."

"I'm not hungry!" the last thing on his mind now was to eat "You go with Shijie"

"...Are you sick?" Jiang Cheng's voice had a slight tone of concern in it.

"A little" Xiao Zhan said quickly, hurrying to lock the door when he saw that Jiang Cheng was about to open it "I have gastritis! Better not come in!" Xiao Zhan wondered if those in the past knew they were having gastritis "One night's sleep and I'll be fine, if you keep asking I'll even think you're worried about me!"

"Idiot" Jiang Cheng turned away from the door but his worry only increased, he walked as fast as he could to the medical area of the Cloud Recess.

What is gastritis?

If you found any spelling or grammar mistakes in this chapter, please let me know, and I'll do my best to correct it. Thanks for reading, don't forget to , if you can please also The picture used in this chapter was made by the original author.