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

The Green-robed Scholar immediately went on guard.


He was very wary of Chen Shi asking his name. The last time Chen Shi had asked, he was about to answer when Chen Shi's leg chopped at his neck.


That battle hadn't gone as he'd envisioned, with Talisman Masters from the north and south dueling—it had ended with him escaping in a panic, both legs severed.


He had been healing ever since and had barely recovered, but his body had transformed into a Traction Worm, and he couldn't return to human form.


To return to human form meant losing both legs, becoming disabled.


Half of his body was now an Evil Spirit; the other half, human—not quite human, not quite demonic—all because Chen Shi asked his name!


Now that Chen Shi was asking his name again, repeating the same trick, how could he fall for it?


When Chen Shi saw him not answering, he asked again.


Chapter 122: Never Repay the Debt Even Until Death