Chen Miao ignored Xiang Shang's inner turmoil and told him everything from the beginning.
He told him about Qian Xiaomei, the Twins, Yue Na and Yue Xiaodao, and even the Knight who had died not long ago.
But he said nothing about what they might encounter the next morning.
Xiang Shang listened with wide eyes, as though hearing a novel.
When Chen Miao finished, Xiang Shang asked just one question.
"How did you survive?"
Chen Miao glanced at Xiang Shang.
"Because I have a golden finger."
"Stop kidding! Tell me so I can see whether I can do it too. My parents only have one biological son, after all. If I die, wouldn't you end up inheriting my fortune?"
Chen Miao was truly speechless.
"Then how about we forget the whole thing?"
"No!"
Xiang Shang dropped his joking expression and grew serious.
"San Shui, I can't ask you to rescue me every single time. From what you've told me, sometimes things happen so suddenly that even you end up scrambling."
"When that happens, I might not even have time to write my last words."
"So, San Shui, if you can teach me, please do."
"I might not be able to help you, but I'll do my best not to cause you trouble."
Watching Xiang Shang speak so earnestly, Chen Miao fell silent.
He had still been hesitating, because he couldn't be sure whether coming into contact with these things was what attracted them in the first place.
If Xiang Shang learned these arts, how would he face such situations without the Notes on Achieving Divinity in the Mortal World?
But now, seeing him like this, Chen Miao felt that no longer mattered.
I'll just get him more things to protect himself with in the future.
With that thought in mind,