Zhai Zhu

My grandfather is very eccentric, performing daily rituals of offering incense to himself, standing in front of his own spirit tablet and eating candles.
Villagers are fearful of my grandfather.
I am fearful of him too.
Later, I discovered that what they were afraid of was not my grandfather, but me.
Even grandfather is afraid of me.
...
My name is Chen Shi.
The Chen of honesty, the Shi of sincerity.

Above the Great Dao

Helian Zheng, unable to quell his rage, pinched his sword technique with one hand and held the Three-eyed Fire Gun in the other, his expression gloomy as he stared at Chen Shi.


Now, eleven corpses lay on the temple floor.


Besides the two of them, no one else was standing.


Chen Shi also faced Helian Zheng, slowly relaxing his grip as Master Zhao Rui's body slid down the wall.


Helian Zheng stood at a cunning distance, just about a zhang away.


For Chen Shi, this distance was close to his lethal limit.


If the distance were farther, he would have had difficulty reaching him instantly.


—Although he had refined true blood and was much stronger than before, at a distance over a zhang, his speed wasn't as fast, giving the enemy an opportunity to exploit. Therefore, this distance within a zhang was the optimal range for a fight.


The distance at which Helian Zheng stood made him vigilant, involuntarily reminding him of another person, Zhuge Jian.


Chapter 36 To revenge one must see blood, to cut the grass one must remove the roots