Slay the Gods: I Own a Jar Shop for the Myriad Heavens

A Slay the Gods fanfic, Summer Days in Daxia

Lin Xiaofeng is an ordinary high school student who stumbles into the Myriad Worlds Jar Shop. Between opening jars, selling gems, and exploring ancient tombs, he leads a wilder life than anyone else.

His roommate, Lin Qiye, is a cool and reserved guy who can open the Mortal Realm Divine Domain and take down a ghost soldier with a single punch. Then there's their sunny friend Yang Jin, whose smile lights up a room and whose singing can command everyone's attention. The three of them squeeze into the jar shop, getting scolded by teachers in class by day, running into ghosts and fighting zombies by night, and dealing with school-organized outings, galas, and trips to the cinema in their spare time, along with all the oddballs who somehow end up together.

For example, An Qingyu. He claims to be a clinical medicine PhD, keeps staring at Lin Xiaofeng's muscles during tutoring, and writes things in his notebook that are best not thought about too closely.

For example, Zhang Qiling. He has exceptionally long fingers, barely says a word, and protects the person named Wu Xie who's always by his side.

For example, Grandma Lian. She poses for wedding photos with a cane, casually pulls out an emerald as a welcome gift, and is holding her wedding banquet next Saturday at the Cangnan International Hotel.

And then there are the two new exchange students at school. One's from Norway, the other's from France, and both are exactly Lin Xiaofeng's type. He spends the whole class too shy to look up, then bites Lin Qiye.

The hot pot bubbles away, the dance floor is dimly lit, and one slow song follows another. Someone sneaks a touch of noses; someone else keeps a hand on another person's waist.

They still fight zombies, still fail exams, and still copy homework. Life stays lively, and cheeks still turn red.

After all, you only get a few years of youth. You can fight zombies, go dancing, and sit beside the person you like. Neither of you says it out loud, and neither of you intends to.