The Greatest Hidden Master in the Martial World

After transmigrating, Xie Shixuan, revered as the "Prophet," settled into seclusion in Guangyang City, convinced he was utterly unknown.

One day, he went out to set up his stall as usual, only to run into the Prince of Guangyang, who hated charlatans more than anything.

Looking for an excuse to have him killed, the prince produced a portrait of the emperor. "You have one hour to tell me where this man is."

Fail to answer, and it would count as deceiving the imperial family, a crime punishable by death!

But before he had even finished speaking, Xie Shixuan told him, "East of Guangyang City, at noon today."

The Prince of Guangyang set off for the eastern part of the city, doubtful, and really did meet his imperial brother, who had secretly returned with an army.

The prince was utterly astonished. Could it be that this time he hadn't met a fraud, but a true reclusive master?!

Xie Shixuan paid no mind to the little incident. But after he returned home, the Prince of Guangyang and the emperor came calling together.

Looking at the gifts of thanks, Xie Shixuan was baffled: ?

You were practically radiating murderous intent. Weren't you planning to assassinate your elder brother? He deliberately picked a time and place when your brother would be surrounded by the most people. Why thank him?

The young man standing behind Xie Shixuan looked up at the sky.

Just how badly do you misunderstand your own ability to understand things?

As the greatest assassin under heaven, he never could have dreamed that he, who had been on the verge of meeting the King of Hell a month ago, would be rescued because someone mistook him for a blade.

He was deeply grateful, of course, but... this was the first time he'd met a savior who couldn't tell a person from a knife.

The frequent visitor Bai Xiaosheng finally worked up the courage to ask him, "Prophet, does the Palace Mistress of Cold Moon like me?"

Xie Shixuan: "She said she doesn't."

Bai Xiaosheng, being an old hand at this, cupped his hands again. "Please repeat her words in full."

What's the difference?

Xie Shixuan repeated them without changing a word: "You big bully, let go of me! I don't like you at all!"

Bai Xiaosheng immediately hid his face behind his sleeve: blushing.jpg

The prime minister, who was putting up couplets on Xie Shixuan's door, heard the exchange and tried so hard not to laugh that his writing hand trembled.

The newly appointed leader of the martial world clasped his hands in admiration. "The world is always changing, but your powers of understanding remain as high as ever!"

Xie Shixuan glanced at him over his tea. "Are you saying I'm bad at reading people? I know you're secretly in love with the Saintess of the Miao border."

The peerless loner, the leader of the martial world, stared in shock. "??? I'm not!"

Xie Shixuan didn't understand. "You told her, 'I really do love you to death.'"

"...Sigh!"

Everyone sighed and rubbed their foreheads.

How were they supposed to explain to the Prophet that the important word in that sentence was actually 'death'?

[Reading Guide]:

1. No CP, no CP, no CP.

2. The protagonist has no romance. Any romantic history among the supporting characters is old news and just background. The wise don't fall in love, and the forever-single end up rich women, lol.

3. A rare young prophet who's only just come of age: gentle, with a touch of cuteness. Kisses to all my little angels~

→ Here's a preview of my upcoming story, The First Seat Senior Brother Has Lost His Memory Again

Among the many sects of the cultivation world, one saying is widely repeated:

With one legend, you can enjoy ten thousand years of peace.

And this one and only "legend" is the senior brother who has held the First Seat of the Fushan Immortal Sect for five hundred years running.

The First Seat Senior Brother is flawless in every way, except for one little problem.

"Senior Brother, the sect leader says you sealed the heavens with a single sword and slew the Seven-Scaled Ghost King during his uprising!"

"...The sect leader must have remembered wrong." Li Jichen was at a loss.

"Senior Brother, the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion says the demon realm agreed to a truce because you once saved the Demon Venerable a hundred years ago!"

"...The Heavenly Secrets Pavilion must have remembered wrong." Li Jichen was still at a loss.

"Senior Brother, I heard the reason the Demon Venerable of the demon realm started a huge transformation movement was that you once said you liked his human form!"

"...???"

This time, before he could even open his mouth, his expressionless third and fourth junior brothers grabbed his arms and dragged him away. They hadn't gone far before the second junior brother's gentle explanation reached his ears.

"Sorry, Senior Brother's amnesia has flared up again."

Dragged away, Li Jichen was both helpless and nervous. Having just transmigrated, he was a little scared.

Thank goodness for the previous owner's amnesia! QAQ

As soon as Li Jichen was gone, the second junior brother's smile vanished, replaced by a worried expression. Had the injury he'd suffered while saving him back then relapsed?

The third junior brother seized the chance to vie for his favor. "Senior Brother, let's go practice swordsmanship together! Seeing the sword technique you taught me back then might help you remember something!"

The fourth junior brother wasn't about to be outdone. "Senior Brother, let's visit the demon realm! There are demon beasts you taught there. You'd never forget them!"

Li Jichen gave an awkward laugh. Thanks, but he didn't want to go anywhere right now. He just wanted to stay alive.

Just then, the sect leader sent a message through his jade token: "The Seven-Scaled Ghost King shows signs of revival. Come to Fushan Hall to discuss."

Li Jichen's hands trembled. Help!!!

How much longer could he keep up his secret identity?

Fushan Hall.

The sect leader spoke calmly. "With the First Seat here, this matter will be easy to resolve."

All the sect leaders attending the meeting breathed a collective sigh of relief.

Thank goodness for Senior Brother First Seat!

#Don't thank me without asking#

#My amnesia is real#

#Why won't any of you believe me#

Theme: Sincerity is the deepest trick, and kindness is the highest form of emotional intelligence.