(Also known as Calculated to the End)
My name is Shen Ping, an outer disciple of the Qingyun Sect.
Others cultivate immortality through fortune, talent, and connections.
I cultivate just one thing: owing no favors.
Run errands for a senior brother? No. Help a junior sister with her training? No time. An elder tells me to make more friends? No thanks. I’m fine on my own.
Everyone in the sect says I’m stingy, antisocial, and unwilling to give a penny.
I don’t care.
Because when I was seven, I watched my father give his life to repay a favor.
So I made up my mind long ago:
In this life, I’ll accept no one’s kindness. I’ll ask no one for help. I’ll owe no one any favors.
But I never expected Heaven to have other plans.
First, a foolish senior sister kept putting pills in my hands, and no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t get rid of her.
Then a hot-tempered junior brother gave his life to protect my lousy cave.
By the time I came to my senses, two debts were already written in my ledger.
I closed the ledger and spoke to the two skeletons:
“I, Shen Ping, will never owe anyone a favor in this life. Since you can’t hear me, I’ll repay what I owe you with my life.”
Others cultivate immortality through fortune, talent, and connections.
I cultivate just one thing: owing no favors.
Run errands for a senior brother? No. Help a junior sister with her training? No time. An elder tells me to make more friends? No thanks. I’m fine on my own.
Everyone in the sect says I’m stingy, antisocial, and unwilling to give a penny.
I don’t care.
Because when I was seven, I watched my father give his life to repay a favor.
So I made up my mind long ago:
In this life, I’ll accept no one’s kindness.
