Wen Kexing slowly straightened up. In the middle of the empty road at nighttime, his voice was low, almost like a sigh. “Inside the Lapis Armor is either the greatest martial art guide or a treasure from a rival country, who wouldn’t want it?”

His mouth curled, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Fang Buzhi didn’t give a damn about what he stole – even if it’s charity money – as long as it satisfied his greed, why wouldn’t he want it? The Delighted Mourning Ghost was forced to enter the Valley for his crimes and lives a life that is half hell, so why wouldn’t he want it? Why wouldn’t you? You say you have to gather merits only because you don’t want your past sins to come up once you’re judged in the Underworld, and if there exists an object that can make you unbeatable and untouched by ghosts, why wouldn’t you want it?”

Zhou Zishu shook his head slowly, scoffing. “I’ve never been afraid of ghosts knocking on my door.”

He walked away briskly without looking back.

Wen Kexing watched his back, his expressions dark and indecipherable. Suddenly he laughed out loud, “You’ve got good taste in cassia wine, my dear Saint Zhou.”

While Zhou Zishu tried to ignore it, he couldn’t help but wiping his mouth ferociously with his sleeves, cursing, “Damn you, Wen Kexing!”

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Footnotes.

1 A Buddhist temple teaching the Shaolin Martial Art. In wuxia fiction, Shaolin is often considered a separate sect.

Translator’s Notes. Our first kiss, finally! (Though not too ideal, it’s expected from Priest 😅)

And I have made the character list here! There are only main characters at the moment, others will be added later. Also, now that the main cast has been introduced , I’ll recommend some artwork at times, starting with this set of our lovely babies (＾▽＾)

Chapter 18. Dong Ting

Dong Ting was bustling with noise and people. In just one night, figures from all trades across jianghu were gathered here; and after having proclaimed their titles among themselves, each started pursuing their own ulterior motives.

Zhou Zishu’s group, during their meal at two taverns, had already witnessed at least three fights breaking out before the day could end.

Zhou Zishu felt like this place was no better than a dog market, with people incessantly barking at each other and competing over some of the most trivial matters ever. He wondered how this “gathering of heroes” would turn out.