I Once Slew Immortals in Chang'an
The Great Min Dynasty, ruling from Chang’an as its capital, holds sway over all nine provinces. They say that in this world, there are Buddhas seated in meditation within the Dharma Caves, mastering the art of bodhi; there are swordmasters who, with a single stroke, can cleave the waters of the four seas; there are demons, spirits, scholars, and Daoists. But I, Chen Chang’an, in the very heart of Chang’an, have slain an immortal!
I Once Slew Immortals in Chang'an
"Gurgle, gurgle!"
"Gurgle..."
When Chen Chang'an's consciousness returned after dying from running ten laps naked around the playground to celebrate EDG's championship, someone was gripping his jaw tightly and forcing liquor down his throat.
He was kneeling, his hands bound behind his back with coarse hemp rope that bit painfully into his wrists with the slightest movement.
Around him rang a cacophony of noise—so chaotic that it was neither pure Mandarin nor the familiar accent of his northwestern hometown, making it hard to discern.
Terrified, his eyes widened. He could feel sunlight on his skin, yet his pupils saw nothing but pitch-blackness, devoid of even a hint of warmth. He shook his head, turned it this way and that, but his retinas captured no color at all.
In that instant, Chen Chang'an's heart plummeted. Was he blind? No, please, not that! There was a high-spec astronomical telescope aimed at the girls' dormitory on his balcony!
Seventeen or eighteen girls waiting for him to carry them in the jungle!
He still wanted to take the one he loved to gaze at stars and moon, discuss poetry and philosophy, and life's mysteries. Wait, who did he love? The class beauty Zhu Xiuxiu? The study committee member Wang Ping? Or the gap-toothed girl who always munched sunflower seeds in class?
No... none of that mattered now. What mattered was—how had he gone blind?
"Ah!"
His thoughts spun wildly, a sharp pain stabbed through his skull, as memories en
