Imagining the Future

Xiang Yang naturally did not stay beneath the dungeon. Instead, he was lodged in a large room not far from the dungeon entrance, peaceful on all sides, attended by dedicated servants. The conditions were a hundred times better than those on Little Merchant Mountain.

"That is why people all pursue a good material life. Relying solely on spiritual nourishment is ultimately like duckweed without roots. It really is much like love."

Steam drifted from the large bathtub, and quite a few fresh flower petals had been scattered across the surface. They clung softly to his skin, as though someone were massaging him.

Xiang Yang lay comfortably within it, feeling the smooth caress of the hot water. His entire body relaxed beyond measure, and even his mind seemed to ascend. A bowstring drawn taut for too long had to be loosened now and then if it was to be properly maintained.

Leaning against the rim of the tub and breathing in the faint floral fragrance, Xiang Yang reached out with one large hand. A scroll flew from a small stool two meters away, still carrying the scent of ink. The cover bore the words Blazing Sun Gang Qi.

This martial art was one of the rewards Shang Commandery's Divine Constable Gate Gold Badge Captain Chang Han had promised him. Within the Divine Constable Gate, it was a divine skill never passed on to non-core members.

Even if one wished to exchange merit for it, at most they could obtain only the first two layers. Without the final portion, it would forever be impossible to achieve perfection.

This skill was said to have originated in a small country beyond the great desert of the Western Regions, passed down through generations of its rulers. Later, it entered the Nineteen Provinces and, through a