Heaven Official’s Blessing: Tian Guan Ci Fu Vol. 1

Weren’t you done?!

That infamous weirdo, the laughingstock of the three realms, the legendary Royal Highness the Crown Prince, he…he…he…he fucking ascended again!

Xie Lian turned solemn in place of the smile and asked seriously, “Are you willing to kick me down from here and give me eight million eight hundred and eighty thousand merits for it?”

The faith of mortal believers was converted into the spiritual power of a heavenly official. Every stick of incense they lit and every offering they gave were thus called “merits.”

This was ominous luck! The gravest of misfortunes!

number one martial god for the past thousand years: the Heavenly Emperor, Jun Wu.

“I want to save the common people!”

Nan Feng and Fu Yao both pointed at San Lang and cried, “You—!!”

San Lang snickered and leaned back in his chair, putting his black-booted feet up on the table. He tossed one of the broken pieces in his hand in the air to play with it. “I’m sure you guys didn’t do this on purpose and just weren’t careful enough with it on the road. Don’t worry about me, I don’t need some broken sword as protection. Keep it for yourselves.”

The Hongjing sword was a powerful weapon that could expose its enemies, that wasn’t a lie. But Nan Feng had never heard of any technique that could break it from within the sheath!

There were no young men who would not be interested in swords or horses, so San Lang appeared rather intrigued. “Oh? Let me see!”

Sheath in one hand, hilt in the other, San Lang pulled at the sword. Nan Feng and Fu Yao stared intently. But when merely eight centimeters of the sword was pulled out, San Lang laughed.

“Gege, are your servants playing a joke on me?”

Xie Lian cleared his throat and turned back around. “San Lang, I already told you they’re not servants.” Then he spun back.

“Who’s joking around with you?” Nan Feng demanded coldly.

“How can one defend oneself with a broken sword?” San Lang sheathed the sword and threw it back onto the table.

Nan Feng’s face froze for a moment, then he immediately picked up the sword to check. He pulled it from the sheath and heard a clunk, and suddenly, in his hand was now a sharp and chilling…broken sword.

The secret battle went back and forth for several rounds when finally, Fu Yao snapped and sneered, “You not accepting this water means you have a guilty conscience!”

San Lang replied with a smile, “You’re unfriendly and refused to drink first. Who knows if you’ve poisoned the water? Maybe you’re the one with the guilty conscience?”

Fu Yao pointed at Xie Lian. “You can very well ask him whether this water is poisoned!”

“Is this water poisoned, gege?” San Lang turned to Xie Lian.

It was quite the cunning question. Technically, Unmasking Water was a potion that exposed one’s true form and didn’t harm real people.

Xie Lian replied slowly, “It’s not poisoned, but…”

Fu Yao and Nan Feng focused their glare on San Lang, and he surprisingly let go of his grip on the bottle.

“All right.” San Lang grabbed the bottle and shook it playfully in his hand. “If gege says it’s okay, I’ll take a drink.”