Ming Shi’s first instinct had been to decline the duel. He didn’t see the point in fighting over the obvious. He’d gone too far with Chang. He knew it. Everyone knew it. Ping Guoshen and Sister Bing had told him so to his face right after th...
This Junior confesses with great humility that there has been Qi Deviation affecting both myself and the Scripture. With apology, chapter servings will be adjusted to 2x a week (Mondays and ...
“A duel,” said Madam Zhang, thrusting the chopstick at him. “Welcome to Fragrant Bowl City, country boy. Here, slapping someone with a single chopstick is a time-honored way of challenging another chef ...
The title character for that next section seemed to sink into the page as if it had been engraved in stone. When Ming Shi touched it, it felt warm and patient, like heated Kitchen tiles under your bare feet.
The text was written in bold calligraphy that retained a surprising amount of gravitas despite all the sauce, tea stains and subtitular margin notes that crowded the pages.
Light erupted from Ming Shi as his meridians blazed, incandescent. His chest swelled and his back arched so forcefully he thought he might burst or snap.
Blindly, he felt the brush of something awesome, something transcen...
After last week's qi-deviation (wherein it was discovered that a chapter mysteriously uploaded itself in the wrong order eheheh), this Junior has been enlightened. The Scripture requires perio...
Due to a qi-deviation in my Chapter Release Technique, this week’s chapters (31, 32, 33) have already been released ahead of time. Rest assured: we are still exactly whe...
It has come to my attention that I accidentally forward-jumped one chapter in my upload schedule after Chapter 23! Instead of posting Chapter 24, I posted Chapter 25 instead. The chapter I jumped over is a very important one that in...
Ming Shi’s Day Three masterpiece was a magnificent abomination.
It was, generously speaking, a child’s drawing of Chang holding a bowl of congee while emanating holy light. Ming Shi had spent his sleepless hours creating this masterpiece...
He figured it out as he half-walked, half-ran through the night.
How full of secrets the street felt at this small hour. They teased and beckoned beneath the moon, veiled silver-blue in its knowing light. Dead ends looked like doorways; door...
“Please, Ming Shi, don’t mind me,” Xiaoye said. “I will just practice my beginner’s manual while you practice yours. Like you, I am being truly challenged by the basics of my own Approved Path.”