Wu Ji Kills a Man by Mistake

Meanwhile, Wu Ji returned to the mountains in a fury. He picked up his axe and began chopping firewood, and the anger in his heart gradually ebbed away. Yet Jiang Ziya's warning of a "bloody calamity" continued to circle in his mind, leaving him restless.

He forcibly suppressed his distracting thoughts and focused solely on chopping wood. Before he knew it, the sun was setting, and two large, heavy bundles of firewood had already been piled beside him.

Looking at the two bundles, a trace of hesitation appeared in Wu Ji's eyes.

He recalled Jiang Ziya's warning, and a flicker of apprehension rose in his heart. He hesitated over whether he should still enter the city to sell firewood today.

"Bah! I'm truly a fool!" Wu Ji spat hard and fiercely smacked his own head, his voice full of vexation.

"I actually believed that old Taoist's nonsense! I enter the city to sell firewood every day and have always been safe and sound. What bloody calamity could possibly befall me? That old Taoist must be deliberately cursing me because he doesn't like the look of me!"

With that thought, the hesitation in his heart vanished completely. Hoisting the two large bundles of firewood onto his shoulder, he strode toward Western Qi City.

Those two bundles could be traded for quite a bit of grain, enough to help support his household. He could not let the ravings of a mad old Taoist delay his livelihood.

Traveling swiftly, Wu Ji soon arrived at the gates of Western Qi City. After entering without incident, he headed straight for a familiar general store, sold his firewood with practiced ease, and received a weighty handful of copper coins. The unhappiness in his heart completely vanished as well.

But just as he was about to turn