The whole village said I was a waste without spiritual roots.
The dazzling "zero" on the oul' table nailed my eighteen years of life to the mud. To be removed from the list, to be laughed at, to be trampled into the dirt and spat on.
Until I picked up that broken earthen jar - it could replicate the technique. Three successes are enough for me to survive.
I thought my secret was big enough. Until I picked up a woman at night.
She said her name was Shen Qingdai, a traitor from the Sword Market, possessing an innate sword bone, and someone was chasing her.
I flicked her forehead:
"You owe me for lying to me for being mute for three months."
Later I discovered that her sword bones were even more outrageous than my earthen pot.
But she also discovered one thing——
This man who was as cold as a stone to outsiders, in front of her:
She's clingy, mean, and has a bad temper.
"Will you die if you coax me?"
"... Yes."
"But I coaxed it anyway."
