If Fortune Favors You, Don't Forget Me

Also known as: They Always Make Me Share My Love Equally

I was an orphan abandoned in Hundred Fragrance Valley. Because I was frail, I grew up soaking in medicinal herbs and spices, and always smelled fragrant. My martial uncles and senior brothers all call me Xiangxiang.

My full name is Jiang Hexiang. It's a very heroic-sounding name, and at least I'm happy with it.

Hundred Fragrance Valley is hidden deep in the mountains, nestled by the water. We live simply, eating plain meals and enjoying a quiet, frugal life.

Every morning after I get up, I go fishing with my senior brother.

He's good at fishing. Sometimes he sells his catch for silver. I never catch anything. My senior brother pats my head and says, "Guess there'll be no fish for dinner today."

My second senior brother is good at painting and calligraphy. He sells his finished work for silver. I wanted to learn, but my drawings looked like meaningless scribbles. My second senior brother laughed and said, "Let's give this one away, Xiangxiang."

My martial uncle is skilled at making incense and acupuncture. Sometimes he needs to prepare scented sachets for house calls. I wanted to learn, but the sachets I made were hideously ugly. My martial uncle said gently, "Even one copper coin is money."

My other martial uncle has excellent sword skills. Sometimes he goes out to perform for money, doing stunts like smashing stones on his chest. I wanted to learn, but I fell so badly that my martial uncle could only sigh, "We'd have to pay people to watch that act."

I put my hands on my hips and thought it over. Since everyone was so easygoing, I said, "Well, it's fine if we're a little poor. As long as we're healthy, that's all that matters!"

Rumor has it that anyone who lights the White Jade Lamp with the Primordial Incense Spirit can live forever.

The world fell into turmoil over the Primordial Incense Spirit, and factions across every realm split apart as they fought to claim it.

Thousands gathered at Hundred Fragrance Valley.

"Your Majesty, stop fishing! The country can't go a day without its ruler! I beg you to return to the palace, even if it costs me my life!"

"Immortal Venerable, stop painting! The immortal sects are waiting for you to return and preside over justice!"

"Heavenly Venerable, what are you doing staying in the mortal realm as an acupuncturist? Heaven is in chaos! Please go back at once!"

"Divine Sect Master, the world is in turmoil. Stop smashing stones on your chest! Only the Myriad Swords Returning to the Source can bring the situation under control!"

I stood on the pavilion above the valley gate. "..."

The four men whose secret identities had been exposed: "..."

I didn't want to say anything.

The silence was deafening.

So much for all of us living frugally together. And here you are, one after another...

An emperor, an Immortal Venerable, a Heavenly Venerable, and a Divine Sect Master?

You're all filthy rich???

Then what does that make me?

The four of them: We're fighting over the Primordial Incense Spirit.

Me: What's that?

The four of them: You.

Theme: Don't judge people by their appearance alone. Look at the heart of gold within