Chapter 182: Am I Not a Good Person?

Hiding it from you… which one?

There's no need to think it over; the chaotic secret began to churn and leap in Ji Ming's mind.

I am the Supreme Deity, the mastermind, a Trisolaran guided personally by World Consciousness; from the start I shattered the world's destiny, repeatedly bullied the world's laws, and outside the city there is an underground city where over a thousand calamities are preparing to expand their territory, welcoming more calamities to turn this world to ash…

But in the end all rivers flow into the sea, becoming a sincere statement.

"No, how could I possibly deceive you?"

Perhaps my own charm is just too great, making me highly persuasive, or perhaps everyone has already gotten used to deceiving themselves.

AdaiEr stared at him for a long time, then finally averted her gaze.

"It must be my intuition that's off, because ever since arriving at Sunlight City, I've always felt an emptiness inside, and I get startled awake at night when I try to sleep."

"Just when I finally felt a bit stable, I was hit with this again…"

She was silent for a moment.

"Indeed, I'm just too young, many things are truly beyond my power."

More experts?

Ji Ming stood dumbfounded on the spot, his eyes wide and mouth agape.

Are you Qiao Te Lu De or the Six Realms Divine King, with such a fierce bullet wound!?

All tactics are exhausted here, and nothing can rise again.

Can only raise a hand and surrender.

"Alright, alright, you win, I'll agree to move in."

He glanced at his schedule and found today's agenda still quite full.

"I have to go out on business this afternoon, so let's do it now; I'll help you move the house over."

"Great!"

Now AdaiEr stopped playing dead; she jumped straight up from the sofa, taking Ji Ming to the inn.

Because it's a rental, the girl hasn't furnished much; the room looks much the same as when Ji Ming last came.

The only difference is probably the small balcony where some clothes are hanging to dry.

Like the apron you wear during surgery, like the mage robe that shows your status when you go out, like…

AdaiEr hadn't expected to succeed today, so she made no preparations, hurried over and shoved the clothes into the box.

As a professional with over four years of promotion experience, Ji Ming is also familiar with some popular products on the market.

For example, close‑fitting garments, no matter how high the quality or fine the material, inevitably develop issues like deformation or discoloration.

But the triple‑proof sheepskin talisman robe I made has been given to AdaiEr for about two weeks now, and it seems not to have changed at all.

It's still so white, so smooth, so tight, so…

"Ugh~"

Ji Ming was still pondering when he suddenly felt a push; turning around, he saw a flushed AdaiEr.

He was confused and dazed for a moment, then realized how ridiculous his earlier thought was.

"Sorry, I just noticed that so much time has passed, and your sheepskin robe doesn't seem to have changed at all."

But this was all for researching the product's after‑sale issues, so he didn't feel embarrassed; instead he continued asking.

"You've been wearing it these past few days, right? How is it? Any issues in use?"

"Ah? This…"

AdaiEr opened her mouth, no longer fidgeting.

"…No need to change or wash it?"

That means there's no quality problem, it's perfectly fine.

Come to think of it, I also promised Aurora to add a stocking accessory during the beta stage…

No, the idea clicked!

The talisman fabric isn't just for these close‑fit gadgets; in the magical world it clearly has greater uses.

Under a warrior's iron armor a comfortable lining is needed, and within a mage's robe a convenient cloth is also required.

This lightweight yet sturdy cloth can fully serve the functions of modern Kevlar‑type protective materials, and even surpass them in softness and comfort.

The world is so dangerous, life so precious; who could refuse a talisman sheepskin robe with superb protective performance that even has built‑in demon‑repelling capability?

Of course, later pulling out some jingling gold coins and praising Saint Ji Ming's generosity and kindness would be even better.

Moreover, I'm now a divinely chosen saint, so even if I fear trouble, I can directly shift the origin of the item onto the God of Holy Light.

Anyway, given how ironclad this is, I'm sure Big Sun Brother won't have any objections.

God of Holy Light: I sense…

Since that's the case, when I meet Lao Nv Shi this afternoon, I'll ask her which friend she got the bulk of the sheepskin paper from!

With his mind settled, Ji Ming spoke extremely generously.

"It's fine, that's not a problem; I can make you another one later!"

Having said that, he habitually added another sentence.

"Since we're selling something, we have to study the market hard; by the way, what style do you like?"

"…"

"Forget what I said."

Suddenly grabbed.

"That… the ones that are connected are a bit too childish… I want a separate one…"

"Uh… okay!"

There weren't many items, but it still took two trips back and forth to finish moving.

When passing the Reno Tavern, I happened to run into Xiao Lupi directing the workers to unload the cargo.

Seeing Ji Ming, he smiled, rubbed his hands, and flashed a smile that anyone in the know would understand.

Ji Ming: "What the hell are you laughing at!"

In the original design, the second floor was actually intended to be used as a ward.

Although the idea was abandoned in the end because the social situation was too complicated, there are still ready‑made beds here.

So after a little decoration and arrangement, AdaiEr can move in.

Having dealt with the problem here, the time had also reached the afternoon.

According to the previously arranged schedule, today is the day for combat training.

But times have changed; Ji Ming can no longer go out recklessly, so Lao Nv Shi called a carriage in advance.

For some unknown reason, the atmosphere in the carriage was strange; Buluowa kept a look of being about to speak but holding back.

Finally, looking out the window, she handed a book into his hand.

Ji Ming still thought it was some martial arts manual, but when he opened the cover…

【How Young People Should Live Healthily — by Fu Lan Xi Si Ka】

???

Buluowa let out a long sigh, pained and indignant.

"Ji Ming, as the Chosen One, you must take care of your body, love and respect yourself, and curb your desires."

"I…"

I… copy, abstain from lust, martial virtue is abundant, they damn launched an otherworldly expedition???

Ji Ming was choked by that sentence for a long time.

But after Lao Nv Shi spoke, the atmosphere returned to normal, and he took the opportunity to ask.

"Ms. Buluowa, do you remember the sheepskin coat I had you custom‑made last time? I need some more; could you give me your friend's contact information?"

Buluowa turned her head to look at him, and after a long while, floated out a sentence.

"She'll be here soon; then you can talk to her yourself."

"What?"

Ji Ming was stunned for a moment, then realized.

… I wondered why that sheepskin coat seemed to have rough, crooked stitches, yet its cut was mature, like a one‑piece ○○ garment.

I thought it was some tailor cursed with a strange talent that transcended the era, but it turns out it was simply made by a succubus!

Forget it.

As long as it can provide a stable source of sheepskin paper, that's enough; the rest is not considered.

The cathedral hall always seemed to have people, but Priest Sitelin was not here today; instead, a few unfamiliar cultivators were present.

As a quasi‑violent department, Sheng Guang Jiao Tang naturally has its own training base.

"You haven't trained in a long time, have you? Let me see if you've regressed."

Ji Ming had just picked up a training long spear and was still getting used to its feel.

"Wait a moment, I'm not ready yet… Ah!"

"Time is tight; who on the battlefield will wait for you to be ready?"

"Madam, your attack speed is too fast; I can't keep up."

"If you can still speak, it shows you still have some strength; pull yourself together!"

"I haven't already been judged dead, have I? Why are you still hitting me?"

"Deep Forest folk love to whip corpses the most; playing dead is useless!"

Happy times always pass quickly; Buluowa felt she had just begun to exert force when she heard a bell from outside.

This bell signaled that the cathedral was beginning to send out visitors; although it had nothing to do with them, it also meant it was now five o'clock in the afternoon.

"Alright, the training results are passable; let's rest for a while."

"..."

Ji Ming lay on his back on the ground, appearing to still be breathing, but in fact he had been dead for a while.

"Time is tight; how could someone who slacks off like you ever learn anything?"

Sitting on a bench nearby, Lao Nv Shi glanced at the long spear whose blade had already cracked and whose wooden shaft was warped into a curve, and still offered a slight compliment.

"Although your technique and footwork are still a bit immature, you've improved a lot compared to before."

"Especially the final part, you clearly unleashed your potential; both speed and strength have increased considerably, congratulations."

… Huh? Should I be saying thank you now?

He twitched his fingers slightly, and Ji Ming felt his whole body convulsing with pain.

However, even though ten spears might not even be able to withstand three, the whole fight was basically endured by sheer bodily toughness, yet such high‑intensity combat was not without effect.

Unlike previous training, this time, amid the chaotic battle, he also felt a sense of having the will but lacking the strength,

He clearly knew that if he held the spear horizontally here he could block, and that if he braced a bit longer he could hold it, yet his body simply couldn't.

Having no choice, Ji Ming could only incrementally add points to his Qi and agility, trying to keep up with Lao Nv Shi's strength and speed.

Finally, after raising his strength and agility all the way to fifteen, he ignored everything around him and fought with all his might, barely managing to stay on his feet instead of being killed on the spot.

So all that talk about 'potential activation' was just systematic point‑adding…

In front of Lao Nv Shi, Ji Ming couldn't easily obtain SpiritGathering Liquid, so he, after a long while, took two sips of Rejuvenation Fourth Generation.

Feeling his body gradually recovering and the pain slightly easing, he struggled to crawl up from the ground.

"Hm? Rested enough? Then let's train for another two hours."

Now it's completely dead.

"Heh, just kidding, over‑developing potential in training can be counterproductive."

With a coarse, hoarse voice she gave two dry laughs, and with one hand dragged Ji Ming to Te Nisi's office.

Seeing the pale, stiff Divine Chosen Saint, the bishop wore a look of sorrow.

"What's wrong? Is he already eager to go to my god's side?"

She flipped through the little notebook at hand and circled an area with her finger.

"Fortunately, this underground spot is empty and can be used to inter the Divine Chosen. I'll contact a coffin maker, inform the believers to hold a feast, and also ask three families in Inner City for a sum of silk and gold…"

In under five seconds she had the entire funeral process arranged, which scared Ji Ming into quickly opening his eyes.

"Wait, I can still breathe!"

As a former member of the Great Chun Forest, Buluowa had also seen elf priests interact with believers.

It was like a fairy‑tale portrayal of being as close as family; who would have thought the other side would be such an odd, slacking mess.

She could only press Ji Ming onto the backed sofa, her words tinged with anger.

"Hey, you're a bishop of the Holy Light Church, shouldn't you quickly cast a healing spell on him?"

"Oh, I thought he was dead; turns out he isn't."

Bishop Te Nisi finally rubbed his hands together, conjuring a sphere of light that settled on Ji Ming.

Ji Ming strained to keep his eyes wide… Good, this thing is indeed perfectly normal.

Damn, if the Holy Light God hadn't forced a Saint's Verdict into him through the Divine Chosen ritual, this Divine Chosen might not even know any Holy Light magic!

Like cradling a warm baby, he curled on the sofa and began to regenerate health.

This lump of milky‑white pure Holy Light didn't heal as well as SpiritGathering Liquid, but it could still surpass four generations of rejuvenation.

Warm currents surged through his pores into limbs and bones; his Divine Chosen status granted him a degree of Holy Light affinity, so every filament was used efficiently.

Moreover, as a bishop, Te Nisi's offering was abundant enough to keep him fully restored without running out.

After another short rest, Ji Ming suggested to Te Nisi that he wanted to purchase a large quantity of parchment.

"Since it's a request from a Divine Chosen, of course it's permissible."

The bishop agreed readily, but the next second his tone shifted.

"However, as church property, according to the divine decree, the destination of any item must be investigated, especially parchment, which is closely tied to magic."

"Therefore, Divine Chosen sir, I need to know the purpose of your massive parchment purchase, even if only roughly."

If I later sell talisman‑etched sheepskin robes under the church's banner, giving a pre‑emptive explanation also builds a foundation for cooperation.

So Ji Ming activated his Deception talent, omitted the manufacturing secrets, and emphasized the benefits to both of them.

"Wait!"

Bishop Te Nisi frowned and looked at Buluowa.

"So the sheepskin robe I made for you before was actually arranged by you for the Divine Chosen sir?"

"Damn, why didn't you say it was for a legitimate matter earlier!?"

Buluowa was stunned for a moment and looked at Ji Ming.

"So the potent medicine you mentioned is actually processed from that special scroll technique applied to the sheepskin robe?"

"Damn, why didn't you say it was for a legitimate matter earlier!?"

Ji Ming wore an honest expression.

"Do I look like someone who does bad deeds?"

…

In silence, the two elderly women both brushed their foreheads and suddenly remembered.

"What about that thing?"

"Uh…"

Now it was Ji Ming's turn to be at a loss for words.

The author was blitzed by Wallace, FYI.