A long time ago, he didn’t quite understand why characters like Lan Peizhi still existed in this era.

Now he understood.

No matter in which direction the wheels of history roll, the world can never be simply black and white, but rather a kaleidoscope of gray.

Just like—

"Smack."

Jiang Chen swatted another mosquito.

Just like—humanity will never be able to eradicate mosquitoes, only coexist with them.

"Gratitude? Bare hands?"

"Can’t you see? I’m obviously bringing a heavy heart full of sincerity."

Having adapted to this height, Jiang Chen, sitting on the rooftop, gradually relaxed, inhaling the indescribable fragrance wafting over, without a hint of shame.

"Did you wear perfume?"

He asked.

"What brand? It smells nice, I’ll buy some for Shu Rui and send it back."

Such an immortal being.

Would they use perfume?

Obviously not.

That wasn’t the point.

The point is, even if using perfume, sending the same fragrance to your girlfriend, what does that mean?

It’s like wearing matching outfits.

Women always mind others having the exact same scent as themselves.

"Want to learn martial arts?"

Lan Peizhi suddenly asked.

Jiang Chen nodded decisively, "Yes."

"Jump down from here, and I’ll teach you."

Jiang Chen withdrew his gaze from that beautiful face to the ground, remaining silent for a moment.

"Do you take me for a fool?"

If he were in good health, he might have dared to give it a try, but now, he couldn’t take the risk.

Boss Jiang indeed remained very sober.

Even seemingly reckless actions often had well-prepared plans behind them. Except for that time saving Li Shuru on the Heavenly Village pathway.

He didn’t fall for it, remaining extremely rational, but the key issue was, did he have the choice?

A scream announced the answer.

In fact, after refusing, Jiang Chen had stayed vigilant, but there’s nowhere to hide on a few meters high rooftop.

Simultaneously.

As he pushed his luck further, he clearly started to disdain others’ ruthlessness.

With the powerful "assistance," Comrade Jiang Chen, who sat steadily atop the roof, lost his balance, elegantly and splendidly rolling down, landing heavily on the ground, and rolled a few more times.

"My leg—"

Covered in dirt, Jiang Chen clutched his left leg, grinning in pain. Even when surrounded last night, he didn’t show such an anguished expression.

It’s understandable though.

Compared to those foreigners, Blood Guanyin is more terrifying, right?

But who could blame them?

Joking aside, you’ve got to know your limits, have a sense of boundaries.

Clearly, he drove himself to desperation.

"My leg is broken—"

He genuinely looked in pain.

Holding his leg, Jiang Chen kept crying out, not carrying the slightest burden of grown men’s composure.

Lan Peizhi sat high on the rooftop, unmoved, watching him lying on the ground wailing, until half a minute passed, the graceful figure on the roof disappeared, revealing the complete moon.

"Boom."

A light landing.

Nimble and ethereal.

Without any tools.

Confirmed.

Definitely knew Qinggong!

"Quick, call 911 for me!"

Sweat dripped from his forehead.

Alright.

Not even a hall-of-fame actor could achieve such acting skills.

Comrade Jiang Chen really seemed to have fallen hard, injured, and caught off guard, with a stacked buff, his leg might actually be broken.

"Still want to learn?"

Lan Peizhi ignored the scene, looking down at the guy sitting on the ground from above.

Also.

How could she be affected?

She wasn’t the one feeling the pain.

The increasingly excessive man tasted the consequences, clutching his left leg, the pain rendering him speechless, only rapid breaths and beads of sweat remained.

A cold observer, after waiting another half minute, Lan Peizhi finally made a move, squatting down. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"Let go of your hand."

Jiang Chen let go.

A pair of deceptively gentle hands replaced his, pressing down on his calf.

For a martial artist, it’s amazing how beautiful their hands can be.

"Snap" rang out.

Jiang Chen hadn’t even realized it, only feeling the unbearable pain receding like the tide.

These hands, weren’t they meant for killing?

How come they’re used for saving now?

Lan Peizhi stood up again.

Jiang Chen sat on the ground, tried twisting his previously fractured left leg, finding it good as new.

He wiped the cold sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand and sat on the ground in exhaustion, momentarily at a loss for words.

Should he express gratitude?

It was the person who pushed him down.

Should he reprimand?

The person healed his leg...

Is this the helpless feeling of a love-hate relationship?

"You’re not suited to practice martial arts."

Well then.

Truly hypocritical.

Clearly it was venting personal grievances, even a fool could see through it, yet they pretended to test Jiang Chen’s aptitude.

Jiang Chen almost laughed out of anger.

Being righteous and dignified, isn’t that the mask he often wears?

Robbed his character!

"Hoo—"

Jiang Chen let out a rough breath.

Even knowing the other was using it as an excuse, what could he do?

He couldn’t find any reason to refute.

He was the one who volunteered to practice martial arts and learn the Martial Arts Secret Manual; there must be some threshold, right?

The Buddhist Sect only helps those who show commitment.

"Can you give me a heads-up before you make a move?"

He was sitting on the ground, not in a hurry to get up, "You can fix my leg if it’s broken, but what if I hit my head? Can you heal that too?"

"Fate has its own arrangements."

Jiang Chen was taken aback and wanted to laugh again.

Hmm.

Finally, it reveals that aroma of a Daoist master.

"I admit defeat!"

Jiang Chen hung his head in dismay; he thought, as he tread carefully till now, he and the other person could at least discuss some feelings, but reality was so grim.

"This is not a place for cooling off."

Hit someone then issue a guest order.

Actually, Lan Peizhi certainly had emotions.

With her skills, how could she not know the potential consequences of falling from the roof?

Although he wasn’t some master, he was healthier than the average person.

If this could make him a fool, then as she said.

It truly is fate.

"Give me a hand."

Jiang Chen raised his arm, gesturing for the other to pull him up, but was ignored.

Hmm.

Probably meant nothing.

Perhaps she just despised the dirt and grime on his hand, it was too dirty.

Seeing him so "cold and unfeeling," Jiang Chen seemed to realize the truth, stopped complaining, relied on himself, and supported himself to stand up.

Then.

He tentatively stomped his foot.

Indeed, no abnormalities.

Such skill, such technique.

If only it wasn’t for massage, what a pity.

Seemingly finding it unbelievable, after stomping his foot, he inexplicably started to jog on the spot, looking somewhat like he had a mental problem.

Lan Peizhi watched his neurotic actions without further wasting time with him.

Turning away.

She was going to sleep.

But just then.

"Clap!"

Lan Peizhi suddenly froze, then abruptly turned back.

The daring somebody had already run far away, akin to a hundred-meter sprinter, not turning back, his casual shoes almost smoking.

Turns out the jogging in place earlier wasn’t just checking his leg’s condition; it was a warm-up exercise!

Lan Peizhi’s expression changed repeatedly.

But time waits for no one.

Nor does Jiang Chen.

Calling it a hundred-meter sprint was conservative; his posture seemed like he was fleeing for his life, as if chased by ghosts, rushing into the front yard without greeting the folk nearby.

So impolite.

The middle-aged woman guarding the house, clearly a worldly-wise person, didn’t react much to Jiang Chen’s strange behavior, putting back the latch he’d hurriedly opened.

Then.

Passing through the front yard.

The person had already escaped into wide open spaces.

Lan Peizhi still standing at the hall door like a miraculous sculpture under the moonlight.

The aunt came to collect the ladder.

What does it mean to be a competent steward.

A competent steward should play dumb expertly.

The middle-aged woman responsible for guarding Blood Guanyin’s house understood this well, without saying a word, she easily picked up the ladder that Jiang Chen struggled with.

Lan Peizhi finally turned and walked towards the hall.

The middle-aged aunt carrying the ladder passed by, suddenly paused, her ordinarily plain face showing a look of disbelief.

Also seemingly... as if seeing a ghost.

She slowly turned, focusing her gaze on that pure white silhouette, then lowered her gaze, only to begin intense fluctuation.

What was that?

Dirty and grungy... Tathagata Divine Palm?