Chapter 37: Chapter Thirty-Three: Fengqing Alley

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Fengqing Alley starts from the north of Linfu Street and goes straight south to the bank of the Xiling River. It boasts eight alleys that crisscross in all directions, each of different widths, and situated in a particularly complex terrain. Among the eight alleys, one is called Qingqu Lane, and at the end of it lived a craftsman.

The craftsman arrived in Xiling over a decade ago and settled down in

Fengqing Alley, living off his craft.

The craftsman had no legs and relied on a specially designed wheelchair to run his stall, selling a variety of goods that appeared valuable but were incredibly cheap, including jade ornaments and paintings.

“I made these myself, they’re not valuable.” Whenever someone mistook the items on his stall for real masterpieces, the craftsman would respond in this manner.

But in such a poor neighborhood, how many people could afford to buy fake items to please others? As a result, the craftsman led a life of poverty.

Until a group of local hooligans found him.

“Since you’re so skilled, help us make some fakes!”

How could an invalid refuse such a demand from a gang of thugs? So, the craftsman became known as Zhang the Faker.

Zhang the Faker was incredibly skilled, whether it was jade ornaments or paintings, he could replicate them with an uncanny accuracy of ninety percent, often fooling even his customers.

With his extraordinary craftsmanship, he was finally able to improve his living conditions and even managed to win over an old courtesan from the Tianxiang Building, who was experienced in all forms of music.

Zhang the Faker felt quite content with his life.

He had a house with two courtyards, a charming old courtesan, and a caretaker. He had successfully established himself in Fengqing Alley.

Fang Han admired the craftsman and would have become a craftsman like Zhang the Faker if he hadn’t gone to learn martial arts.

Zhang the Faker had even considered taking him as an apprentice and passing on all his skills, but it was a shame that Fang Han had bigger ambitions in sight.

And so, they parted ways and became memories that each other would rather forget.

But today, these two individuals, who had cut ties from each other, reunited once again.

“Master.” Fang Han called out this once familiar title, but without any hint of respect.

older than any sixty-year-old, his face

Faker had changed so drastically. His once radiant eyes were now filled with a lifeless

Tang Family?” Zhang

he had served him for three straight years in his youth, to learn the

need you to

Tang Family, a family that many commoners could only dream of. Why couldn’t he

A common craftsman like

hardened, and he retorted curtly, “Can you make it or not?” His attitude was very confrontational, a stark contrast to his respectful

Faker looked at him for a while

“Yes, I can.”

Han took out a star pendant from his breast pocket and placed it in front of Zhang. “Make

was inscribed with exceedingly

captivated by the Dao-like inscriptions. He reached out

star pendant down, and with an air of defeat,

“Why not?”

never seen such a

his brows, but soon realized that it made sense. Such a mystical object

his plan needed an exact replica

a while, he made up his mind and said, “It just has to

gives away the

for a moment, then nodded, “It doesn’t

“I can do it.”

much do

“I don’t want money.”

what do you

eyes were filled with madness, as if he wanted to devour the flesh of the two. Looking at Zhang who seemed like a fierce ghost, Fang Han had a vague idea why he had become so

scorned lightly, whispering,

local thug,

Midnight

Tang Luo’s Room

boy kept pulling at his elder

despaired. It turned out having strong family ties could also bring about

and mother. Unexpectedly, Xu Shuhui directly revealed the news of Tang Luo leaving the

was in a state of shock. He rushed into Tang Luo’s room, not heeding any explanation,

why are you

going to practice with

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