Chapter 202 Should We Change to a Different Spell? (1/3)

Should I switch to learning a different kind of technique?

An Sanchuan's mind went blank with a buzz.

All the surrounding sounds, the aroma of the porridge, and the firelight in the stove were instantly sucked away.

The world went silent and colorless in an instant.

The small spoon in his hand fell from his stiff fingers.

Clang.

A crisp clanging sound bounced off the rim of the bowl, pulling him back from his dazed state.

He thought that the best ending for him in his life was to exhaust his last drop of life force before he turned thirty and rot in some unknown, dark corner of the sewer.

But now...

Someone told him that there was still room for change in his already doomed fate.

He still has one more chance to start over.

The hand hanging by her side began to twitch uncontrollably.

He tried to clench his fists to suppress the uncontrollable tremor, but his knuckles only spasmed weakly.

A scorching heat, a burning sensation completely opposite to the perpetual chill within his body, suddenly exploded from the depths of his lifeless heart, numbing his limbs and bones.

The warm rice porridge was right in front of him, but he felt his throat was so dry it was about to crack, and he couldn't even swallow a single drop of saliva.

His lips trembled violently.

An Sanchuan slowly raised his head, and in his bloodshot eyes was an extreme vulnerability and an incredulous plea that even he himself was unaware of.

His voice was so hoarse it was almost incoherent.

"I...I...can I?"

His life has been twisted into a hideous monster by those beasts. Is there really any possibility of it being righted again?

"Um."

Ruan Tang nodded, her clear almond-shaped eyes remaining calm, as if she were simply stating a given fact.

She pointed her fair fingertips toward the man who stood quietly by the octagonal table, yet who seemed to have little presence.

The man was wearing a gray Zhongshan suit, with an ordinary face and calm eyes. An Sanchuan had previously assumed he was one of Yan Yu's subordinates.

"The scriptures will examine your body later, and then teach you a new set of techniques."

Ruan Tang stirred the porridge in the bowl slowly and deliberately, her voice still soft and gentle, but the content carried an undeniable weight.

"But this set of techniques is bound to the oath of Heaven."

“You made an oath yesterday, so it can only be used to do good deeds and things that are beneficial to the Yan Kingdom.”

"If you harbor any evil intentions, the magic will immediately backfire, and the consequences will be ten thousand times more severe than the forbidden techniques of the Abe family."

She paused, looked up at him, her gaze clear and bright.

"Is everything alright?"

An Sanchuan's heart pounded like a drum.

It's not charity, it's a transaction.

It's not about sympathy, it's about rules.

This feeling made him feel more at ease than any vague comfort!

He jumped up from the stool with a thud, the chair legs scraping against the floor with a sharp, piercing sound.

He wanted to bow deeply to Ruan Tang.

But as soon as he bent down, a chilling killing intent came from his side. The pressure made the bones in his back stiffen, and he almost knelt down on the spot.