(Exclusive to Jinjiang. Blurb below)
A young hero has arrived in Bianjing. They say he studied under the renowned Guanshan Manor. Only sixteen years old, he's already mastered the peerless Gale Spear technique and learned everything from the old commander...
Oh no! The young hero has defected from his sect again! His next suspected victim is Wudang Mountain, where they specialize in Tai Chi swordsmanship!
"I was so foolish, truly. I knew the young hero had no copper coins and would come to rummage through people's homes, but I didn't know he'd come at night, too."
"I blew out the candle early and went to bed, holding the little box containing my life's savings and hiding every last coin. Then the young hero just appeared, sealed my acupoints, and brazenly stole my box."
"My coins... I barely had any, and I was always too stingy to spend them..."
So said the eighty-year-old Grandpa Liu, weeping after the young hero crept into his room in the middle of the night, ruthlessly sealed his acupoints, and robbed his treasure chest.
"That's not all! I saw the young hero walking along, then suddenly soaring into the sky, stepping on birds to fly. In the blink of an eye, she covered eight hundred li and appeared in Hangzhou. Truly an extraordinary person!"
Auntie Li, who sold wontons by the roadside, exclaimed.
"Alas, the world is going downhill! I was walking down the street minding my own business when the young hero suddenly shoved a candied hawthorn skewer into my mouth and made me shout, 'Thank you, Big Sis Young Hero!' and 'Big Sis Young Hero is a good person!' Boohoo... my innocence..."
A tear slid down the corner of Uncle Zhang's eye. The forty-two-year-old, gripping the stick from his candied hawthorn skewer, angrily took a bite. Then everyone heard him squeal in a high-pitched voice again.
The air was suddenly filled with cheerful vibes.
A young Wudang disciple passing by clutched himself, hurriedly summoned a carrier pigeon, and wrote, "Young hero incoming! Danger!" in a flash, hoping to warn his sect and prevent disaster.
He had just breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest, still shaken, when he was about to leave. Then he saw the young hero, dressed in a black-and-white disciple's uniform, clinging to the corner of the wall like a ghost, eavesdropping on the rumors.
Their eyes met. The young hero gave him a hearty smile under his horrified gaze and waved. "Hey, little senior brother!"
The Wudang disciple's vision went dark. Oh no! My sect!
The Fourth Calamity has entered reality. One young hero's game, every NPC gets hurt.
The author has played lots of games: Jian Wang 3, Chu Liuxiang, Justice Online Mobile, Where Winds Meet... and many more. If you find any references familiar, congratulations, young hero, the author has just congratulated you!
Theme: When in doubt, ask your heart. What it desires is what is real.
