If when Chen Miemie crafted three Frostlight Candles, Gongshu Key could still stutter out her surprise, then when a Moonlight of Eternal Radiance appeared between Chen Miemie’s fingers, she was struck speechless.
Blood rushed to her head, the unknown veins on her forehead turning completely crimson, and the black of her pupils shrank until it almost disappeared.
"Hey, don’t just stand there. It’s your turn—carve the seal."
Gongshu Key snapped back to reality at the sound of Chen Miemie’s voice.
She stared fiercely at Chen Miemie: “Who the hell are you?”
Chen Miemie tilted his head, playing dumb: “Your guild leader didn’t tell you? I’m Chen Miemie of [Night Watch], moonlight by my side, ever present.”
“You mean your [Mystery] can produce three-colored moonlight?”
“Yeah.”
Gongshu Key let out a small sigh of relief, but then a greedy expression crept across her face:
“Chen Miemie, do you realize? You can make Eternal Light Candles—you’re about to be rich!”
Chen Miemie looked a bit puzzled: “I heard from a candle shop owner that this is already a sunset industry. Not much demand anymore, right?”
“What does he know!” Gongshu Key got excited. “You’re the only one who can make Moonlight of Eternal Radiance. You’re a monopolist. You can set the price!”
“But even Five-light Mailboxes are rarely used now.”
“It’s not about mailboxes. You can sell them to the Church. For grand festivals, they always have to prepare just four kinds of light. If you could provide a fifth, do you think they’d fight over it?”
Chen Miemie just said “Oh,” showing no interest.
He truly wasn’t interested.
One reason was that, for now, he didn’t want to deal with the Church.
Another reason was that the ones who would pay a fortune for Eternal Light Candles were bound to be the very few faithful followers of the Eternal Moon. He had no desire to take advantage of those loyal believers.
Soon, Chen Miemie used up all eleven portions of oil wax he had brought.
The first portion was wasted due to a mishap, but the remaining ten turned into three Rainbowlight Candles, three Frostlight Candles, and four Eternal Light Candles.
Chen Miemie took nine candles for himself and left one Eternal Light Candle with Gongshu Key as payment for her carving work.
When he left Gongshu Key’s workshop, it was already late, close to the time he had agreed to meet Yi Zhu.
By the time Chen Miemie arrived at the agreed-upon square, Yi Zhu was already waiting on a stone bench, holding a book in both hands as he read.
Chen Miemie quietly approached from behind and glanced at the book in Yi Zhu’s hands.
Title: Postpartum Care for Sows
“Yi Zhu, your interests are really broad—studying stuff like this?”
Hearing Chen Miemie’s voice, Yi Zhu put the book away.
“Brother Miemie, you’re joking. Actually, I was curious why pork from the same stall has subtle differences each day. I later found out that gender, feeding status, and even postpartum care affect the texture of the meat.”
Chen Miemie didn’t quite know how to respond to that topic, so he decisively changed the subject:
“Have you had lunch?”
Yi Zhu tucked the book into his bag: “Already eaten.”
“Perfect. Then come with me for a few more bites. Any good restaurants around here?”
“It’s already 2 PM, and you still haven’t eaten? Come on, I’m a foodie walking map. There’s a place just a short walk away—a specialty stir-fry spot.”
Yi Zhu led the way, and they arrived at a restaurant.
Even though lunch time had passed, the place was still bustling with people coming and going, lively as could be.
Chen Miemie looked up and saw a sign with three gold-inlaid characters: [Wan Min Tang].
They walked inside. The main hall was vast, with no partitions in the middle—just a few pillars—so it was completely open.
He checked his watch: it was 14:15, yet the place was still 80 percent full.
Chen Miemie and Yi Zhu had just sat down at an empty table when a server approached.
This server was a bit round, about one meter tall.
It was a panda standing on two feet.
The panda had thick dark circles under its eyes, wore a waiter’s apron, and held a pen and paper.
“Lüe lüe~” it let out an adorable sound.
Yi Zhu was familiar with the ordering process. He first asked Chen Miemie: “Brother Miemie, do you eat spicy? Any dietary restrictions?”
Chen Miemie: “I like spicy and sweet. No restrictions.”
“Good, then let me recommend a few: we’ll have a boiled black-backed perch in chili sauce, stir-fried shrimp, honey-glazed char siu, cold-mixed mint, and a pot of aged jade tea.”
The panda nodded, scribbling wildly on the paper with its pen. The lines were messier than a doctor’s handwriting, and Chen Miemie couldn’t make out a thing.
After the panda left, Yi Zhu explained: “This panda is intelligent, understands human speech, but can’t talk. It’s the shop owner’s pet—not dangerous.”
Chen Miemie’s gaze still lingered on the retreating panda: “So what is it? Not a Weird, doesn’t seem like a demon either.”
“Who knows? The world is full of all kinds of bizarre things.”
“Alright, Yi Zhu, back to business. Since you made a request to me, and I agreed, I need to understand more about the situation, even if it means getting into your family matters.”
Yi Zhu said seriously: “Of course. I won’t hide anything I know.”
“Good. Sorry, hold on a moment—I need to use the restroom.”
In less than five minutes, Chen Miemie returned from the restroom.
As soon as he sat back down, he got straight to the point:
“Sorry for the wait. Let’s continue. Please tell me the basics about your younger sister, Yi Xian.”
Yi Zhu answered without even thinking.
“Yi Xian and I were born into a small family. Our Yi family isn’t exactly wealthy nobles, but we were well-off, with no worries about food or clothing.
Our father was a Level 4 [Mystery] mystic, and our mother was an ordinary person. She got injured early on and has been bedridden ever since.
Seven years ago, when Yi Xian and I were 12 and just starting school, our mother passed away.
I started boarding at school, while Yi Xian stayed home.
For the next six years, we were in the same grade but different classes. We seemed to be at the same school, but we didn’t interact much.
It wasn’t until last year, after graduation, when we joined the same guild that we started seeing each other more often.
After our mother died, our father remarried a woman and had a son with her.
Five years ago, our father also passed away.
Now, the only ones left in the old house are that woman, her son, and Yi Xian.
Both Yi Xian and I were underage—without the power or rights to be independent—so the woman took charge of the household.
After our father died, I would occasionally see Yi Xian at school. She had no friends and never smiled. When I tried to talk to her, she was very withdrawn.
Over the past year, as far as I know, she doesn’t seem to have any hobbies or interests. She doesn’t care much about anything. She even…”
“Even what?”
“Even… it feels like she doesn’t care about anything, isn’t afraid of anything. Even when she suddenly went blind, she acted totally indifferent.”
Chen Miemie looked straight into Yi Zhu’s eyes: “Don’t be reserved—just say what you’re thinking.”
Yi Zhu hesitated for a few seconds before speaking with difficulty: “I suspect Yi Xian has a tendency toward self-destruction.”
“Why?”
Every year on my mother’s death anniversary, I go home. More than once, I’ve heard the neighbors say that Yi Xian, on the Day of Endless Dark, would open the door herself and run outside.
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ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
