The Heaviest Fate, Talisman Suppression Hu Master

Everything was bullshit. Who didn't want to rise above the rest?

And once you had risen above the rest, who would willingly fall back down and talk about how no fate was heavier or lighter than another?

As he watched the Iron Coffin before him slowly lift a crack, all the complicated feelings in the Chen Family Steward's heart turned to feverish excitement.

The Chen ancestors had been poor. With no other choice, they had learned the trade of a coroner from someone else, and at least managed to earn a living. To the Chen Family, that craft was a treasure beyond compare. They had always kept a Spirit Tablet for a man surnamed He in their home, burning incense and offering sacrifices to him every year.

There was no other reason. This was the man who had passed the craft down to the Chen Family, allowing them to earn a decent living and securing them a steady livelihood for generations to come.

From childhood, the Chen Family Steward had been taught to know his place, practice his trade, eat from his own bowl, and pay no heed to others' gossip.

Of course, families with such an ancestral maxim were usually those who had grown accustomed to being talked about for generations.

The Chen Family Steward had encountered such things from childhood, and grown up listening to that gossip.

In truth, by the time he was born, the Chen Family had already changed. They were still coroners, but after Taisui descended into the world, many wondrous arts had appeared.

And after the Chen Family came into contact with the art of headhunting, they had drawn on their generations-old tradition of dealing with corpses to develop all sorts of skills. They had begun to establish themselves as a great surname, with