Chapter 43
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Jiang Zheliu had already guessed many things.
But he was actually worried, which was in line with what the little devil had also predicted. When would he be able to change his bad habit of worrying about everything, and be able to completely get rid of the mortal net that he was caught in.
He thought that the road to immortality was long; those who were covered in the blood debt1 of others would find it hard to fuse with the Dao2.
As soon as Jiang Zheliu thought about this, he would get a crippling headache. He could not waste his efforts worrying about worldly affairs, as soon as he did, his headache would become more and more serious, as if it was a warning coming from his soul.
But his thoughts were also not something that he could actually control.
After a few days passed, the burns on his fingertips had already recovered. All of the birds in the sky had completely vanished, they had not even heard a single bird call. Ling Xiao Sword stood in its previous spot quiet and alone, the decorative design upon the sword was like an eternal eye, watching over him silently.
A windy and snowy evening, Jiang Zheliu was in the middle of a game of Go with Wang Moxuan. The little mute couldn’t say a word so he was the perfect listener.
“This move was made too quickly, you should think about it more.”
The candle flame lightly flickered, Jiang Zheliu’s voice was clear and calm.
Wang Moxuan raised his gaze and looked at him silently. At that moment, it was still unclear whether Jiang Qianbei was really commenting on the game play or whether he was actually speaking about something else.
“Do you want to take another look?” The other asked him quietly.
Wang Moxuan took another look at the Go board for a while and then shook his head, meaning that he did not want to change any of the moves he had made.
He knew that he couldn’t win against Jiang Zheliu, and had discovered that he had already made quite a few mistakes in his game so he did not want to change anything.
The shadows made by the candle light were getting longer, whilst the odour of the slightly bitter medicine began to waft up from downstairs, the sound of the evening wind started to bang against the window, the floating snowflakes began to cover over the plum blossoms as Yu Jinnian came over as usual to take Wang Moxuan home.
He knocked on the bamboo curtain screen and then leant against the door, and continued to babble on: “Qianbei, it’s time to return the little mute to me! He’s been here for a whole day, pffff, you two are going to bore me to death…..”
Wang Moxuan stopped playing, he got up and then gestured to Jiang Zheliu with his hands that he was taking his leave. Then he went downstairs and dragged that jibber jabber mouth of the Divine Sage of Medicine away from the little pinehouse.
Every evening was like this, just like the endgame on the Go board.
Everything was like it was before, it was perhaps even a little too calm. The wind outside had mixed in with some snowflakes, and had already covered the wooden window frame. The little deer was sleeping against the table downstairs, whilst Chang Qian was re-heating the medicine. Trying to keep his eyes open, he accompanied the medicine whilst it cooled, but helplessly let out a yawn.
Time passed by with ease and comfort, if one could live out the rest of their days like this, it could be considered a peaceful death.
Jiang Zheliu was sitting beneath the flame of the candle, and had taken out the ancient text scroll that he had only read half of previously from the bookcase. With the book on his lap, he began to flick through where he had left off, but he had not even found his place when his hand suddenly froze.
From within the ancient text, there was a long and slender fortune stick that fell out.
It must have been that he had got so tired reading last time, he’d put the fortune stick inside to mark his place, and then had completely forgotten about it.
Jiang Zheliu reached out to pick up the fortune stick. His gaze fixed upon the prophecy written upon it and he whispered: “…… life’s dream …… double oath.”
He and the little devil had no former oath between them to think of.
Jiang Zheliu looked at it for a while, and then reached out to massage the spot between his brows. He had not closed his eyes for very long, when he heard the noise of the wooden window in front of him opening from the outside.
…… Huh?
He opened his eyes and saw a woman wearing a mask suddenly appearing in front of the upstairs window. She used her extended bony spur from her claw to open the latch of the window.
Gongyi Yan did not reply, but instead moved her fingers that were holding the resurrection stone, pulled over his hand to make him feel the slight crack in the stone.
The power of the stone was not infinite. Just like the lamp that needs oil, and the raging flames that need firewood, but there will be one day that it will stop burning.
Jiang Zheliu stared blankly for a moment.
He had no spiritual energy, even if his half-step golden immortal cultivation realm was still present, he was not as sharp as he was previously. Such a tiny crack, if he had not been shown it, he probably wouldn’t have discovered it for a long time on his own.
The treasure that could make flowers blossom in a ten li radius was also exhaustible. It was replenishing his life using its utmost power, replenishing it day and night.
“Thank you.” Jiang Zheliu took the necklace and put it back on. The cold winter wind that was coming from the outside was making his throat tickle, he wanted to cough but because Gongyi Yan was still there, he tried to resist it, and he said: “It’s me that is hurting him, I will think of a way…….”
“What way?”
Gongyi Yan coldly stared at him.
The medicine had been left to cool downstairs for too long, after a while, Chang Qian who had accidentally fallen asleep finally went up to deliver the bowl of medicine whilst rubbing his eyes. He sniffed the air, and noticed that there was a scent of another person.
“Gege?” He gave the bowl to Jiang Zheliu then narrowed his eyes, “did someone come?”
“No.” The one who came wasn’t a person, “did you fall asleep?”
He controlled Zhu Wuxin’s body to drink a sip of tea, and then sighed with disdain a few times before saying: “Has the poison in your body corroded your brain?”
He was able to see that Wang Wenyuan was still suffering from the effects of the poison of the Cylindrical Heart Powder, and the latter was having some trouble breathing properly.
“Ghost Lord He.” Wang Wenyuan stared at him and said, “Even without self-interest, or grudges, no matter what is done, it can’t be considered extreme.”
He stood up, went across the secret room to light a couple of candles, and then went in front of one of the walls, his gaze fell upon the black cloth that had been concealed by a smokescreen technique.
Behind the black curtain was another room. It was a room with only three walls, the wall facing this side was made by black metal.
Inside there was a Buddhist monk sitting who was wearing white robes.
The white buddhist robes were soaked in blood, his shoulders had been impaled in place with metal hooks obstructing any movement. But his robes were still intact, as if he had not received any other torment. He had his eyes closed and didn’t speak a word.
Wang Wenyuan turned around to face He Sorshi, as if he was considering something whilst he spoke: “And if I gave a Buddhist cultivator’s body to Ghost Lord He to use as a reward how would that sound?”
He Sorshi shifted his gaze and stared at him whilst laughing: “Lan Re Temple’s successor, you’ve seriously got some guts.”
“As is Ghost Lord He.” Wang Wenyuan said, “Even if the Zen Master is fed medicine, he still does not react to the demonic female cultivators, so it’s impossible to use a female cultivator to make him talk, so why not give him to the Ghost Lord.”
He paused here for a moment.
“This way, whether or not the Zen Master gets aroused, he can still be useful to the Ghost Lord.”
The Ghost Lord could possess his body, using simply “useful” as a word had multiple meanings.
“If a ghost cultivator’s primordial spirit is instilled into the body of a buddhist cultivator.” He Sorshi laughed involuntarily, “Lan Re Temple will definitely come for my life.”
He got up, and used Zhu Wuxin’s handsome and youthful face to lean in closer, he raised his hand and a gust of ice-cold ghostly energy entered through the metal bars, lifting up the fabric of the conical bamboo hat covering Ming Jing Zen Master’s face.
In between his eyebrows, he had a bright red mark of Bodhi.
He Sorshi looked at him for a while and then slowly his mouth turned into a sneer, he said cheerfully: “Don’t say anymore, I kind of want to see that bunch of bald donkeys5, it’s just a shame that I’ve lived for too long, they probably don’t recognise me.”
It was as if he was speaking about something quite regrettable, the ghostly energy from his fingers began to corrode the metal bars, he reached in and then melted away the iron hook that was impaled in Ming Jing’s shoulder.
“Little Buddhist Monk.” He laughed, “The Netherworld has a Buddhist Cultivator who says he wants to eliminate all evil spirits in Heaven and on Earth, who is this person to you?”
Translator Note:
Sowwee for the slow update, actually this chapter was long but I pushed through this time!
I’ve been busy at work and I’m changing jobs – starting a new one on Monday. Don’t really know how busy this new job will be but I think whilst I get started, releases will probably be limited to the weekends for a while.
Also hahaha about He Sorshi – I was laughing a lot about this. So yeh – the character 何 hé in Chinese is pronounced more like ‘Her’ and not ‘He’. The last character in his name 似 can be pronounced shì or sì dependent on the meaning and yeh other stuff. I chose shi but actually si is correct but I’m too lazy to change it all or I might do it later I’ll re-edit later. But it made me laugh thinking that people might read He Sorsi as “he saucyyyyy” hahaha which was my initial deciding factor. Ok maybe only I find that funny. Terrible TL humour.
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Jiang Zheliu had already guessed many things.
But he was actually worried, which was in line with what the little devil had also predicted. When would he be able to change his bad habit of worrying about everything, and be able to completely get rid of the mortal net that he was caught in.
He thought that the road to immortality was long; those who were covered in the blood debt1 of others would find it hard to fuse with the Dao2.
As soon as Jiang Zheliu thought about this, he would get a crippling headache. He could not waste his efforts worrying about worldly affairs, as soon as he did, his headache would become more and more serious, as if it was a warning coming from his soul.
But his thoughts were also not something that he could actually control.
After a few days passed, the burns on his fingertips had already recovered. All of the birds in the sky had completely vanished, they had not even heard a single bird call. Ling Xiao Sword stood in its previous spot quiet and alone, the decorative design upon the sword was like an eternal eye, watching over him silently.
A windy and snowy evening, Jiang Zheliu was in the middle of a game of Go with Wang Moxuan. The little mute couldn’t say a word so he was the perfect listener.
“This move was made too quickly, you should think about it more.”
The candle flame lightly flickered, Jiang Zheliu’s voice was clear and calm.
Wang Moxuan raised his gaze and looked at him silently. At that moment, it was still unclear whether Jiang Qianbei was really commenting on the game play or whether he was actually speaking about something else.
“Do you want to take another look?” The other asked him quietly.
Wang Moxuan took another look at the Go board for a while and then shook his head, meaning that he did not want to change any of the moves he had made.
He knew that he couldn’t win against Jiang Zheliu, and had discovered that he had already made quite a few mistakes in his game so he did not want to change anything.
The shadows made by the candle light were getting longer, whilst the odour of the slightly bitter medicine began to waft up from downstairs, the sound of the evening wind started to bang against the window, the floating snowflakes began to cover over the plum blossoms as Yu Jinnian came over as usual to take Wang Moxuan home.
He knocked on the bamboo curtain screen and then leant against the door, and continued to babble on: “Qianbei, it’s time to return the little mute to me! He’s been here for a whole day, pffff, you two are going to bore me to death…..”
Wang Moxuan stopped playing, he got up and then gestured to Jiang Zheliu with his hands that he was taking his leave. Then he went downstairs and dragged that jibber jabber mouth of the Divine Sage of Medicine away from the little pinehouse.
Every evening was like this, just like the endgame on the Go board.
Everything was like it was before, it was perhaps even a little too calm. The wind outside had mixed in with some snowflakes, and had already covered the wooden window frame. The little deer was sleeping against the table downstairs, whilst Chang Qian was re-heating the medicine. Trying to keep his eyes open, he accompanied the medicine whilst it cooled, but helplessly let out a yawn.
Time passed by with ease and comfort, if one could live out the rest of their days like this, it could be considered a peaceful death.
Jiang Zheliu was sitting beneath the flame of the candle, and had taken out the ancient text scroll that he had only read half of previously from the bookcase. With the book on his lap, he began to flick through where he had left off, but he had not even found his place when his hand suddenly froze.
From within the ancient text, there was a long and slender fortune stick that fell out.
It must have been that he had got so tired reading last time, he’d put the fortune stick inside to mark his place, and then had completely forgotten about it.
Jiang Zheliu reached out to pick up the fortune stick. His gaze fixed upon the prophecy written upon it and he whispered: “…… life’s dream …… double oath.”
He and the little devil had no former oath between them to think of.
Jiang Zheliu looked at it for a while, and then reached out to massage the spot between his brows. He had not closed his eyes for very long, when he heard the noise of the wooden window in front of him opening from the outside.
…… Huh?
He opened his eyes and saw a woman wearing a mask suddenly appearing in front of the upstairs window. She used her extended bony spur from her claw to open the latch of the window.
Gongyi Yan did not reply, but instead moved her fingers that were holding the resurrection stone, pulled over his hand to make him feel the slight crack in the stone.
The power of the stone was not infinite. Just like the lamp that needs oil, and the raging flames that need firewood, but there will be one day that it will stop burning.
Jiang Zheliu stared blankly for a moment.
He had no spiritual energy, even if his half-step golden immortal cultivation realm was still present, he was not as sharp as he was previously. Such a tiny crack, if he had not been shown it, he probably wouldn’t have discovered it for a long time on his own.
The treasure that could make flowers blossom in a ten li radius was also exhaustible. It was replenishing his life using its utmost power, replenishing it day and night.
“Thank you.” Jiang Zheliu took the necklace and put it back on. The cold winter wind that was coming from the outside was making his throat tickle, he wanted to cough but because Gongyi Yan was still there, he tried to resist it, and he said: “It’s me that is hurting him, I will think of a way…….”
“What way?”
Gongyi Yan coldly stared at him.
The medicine had been left to cool downstairs for too long, after a while, Chang Qian who had accidentally fallen asleep finally went up to deliver the bowl of medicine whilst rubbing his eyes. He sniffed the air, and noticed that there was a scent of another person.
“Gege?” He gave the bowl to Jiang Zheliu then narrowed his eyes, “did someone come?”
“No.” The one who came wasn’t a person, “did you fall asleep?”
He controlled Zhu Wuxin’s body to drink a sip of tea, and then sighed with disdain a few times before saying: “Has the poison in your body corroded your brain?”
He was able to see that Wang Wenyuan was still suffering from the effects of the poison of the Cylindrical Heart Powder, and the latter was having some trouble breathing properly.
“Ghost Lord He.” Wang Wenyuan stared at him and said, “Even without self-interest, or grudges, no matter what is done, it can’t be considered extreme.”
He stood up, went across the secret room to light a couple of candles, and then went in front of one of the walls, his gaze fell upon the black cloth that had been concealed by a smokescreen technique.
Behind the black curtain was another room. It was a room with only three walls, the wall facing this side was made by black metal.
Inside there was a Buddhist monk sitting who was wearing white robes.
The white buddhist robes were soaked in blood, his shoulders had been impaled in place with metal hooks obstructing any movement. But his robes were still intact, as if he had not received any other torment. He had his eyes closed and didn’t speak a word.
Wang Wenyuan turned around to face He Sorshi, as if he was considering something whilst he spoke: “And if I gave a Buddhist cultivator’s body to Ghost Lord He to use as a reward how would that sound?”
He Sorshi shifted his gaze and stared at him whilst laughing: “Lan Re Temple’s successor, you’ve seriously got some guts.”
“As is Ghost Lord He.” Wang Wenyuan said, “Even if the Zen Master is fed medicine, he still does not react to the demonic female cultivators, so it’s impossible to use a female cultivator to make him talk, so why not give him to the Ghost Lord.”
He paused here for a moment.
“This way, whether or not the Zen Master gets aroused, he can still be useful to the Ghost Lord.”
The Ghost Lord could possess his body, using simply “useful” as a word had multiple meanings.
“If a ghost cultivator’s primordial spirit is instilled into the body of a buddhist cultivator.” He Sorshi laughed involuntarily, “Lan Re Temple will definitely come for my life.”
He got up, and used Zhu Wuxin’s handsome and youthful face to lean in closer, he raised his hand and a gust of ice-cold ghostly energy entered through the metal bars, lifting up the fabric of the conical bamboo hat covering Ming Jing Zen Master’s face.
In between his eyebrows, he had a bright red mark of Bodhi.
He Sorshi looked at him for a while and then slowly his mouth turned into a sneer, he said cheerfully: “Don’t say anymore, I kind of want to see that bunch of bald donkeys5, it’s just a shame that I’ve lived for too long, they probably don’t recognise me.”
It was as if he was speaking about something quite regrettable, the ghostly energy from his fingers began to corrode the metal bars, he reached in and then melted away the iron hook that was impaled in Ming Jing’s shoulder.
“Little Buddhist Monk.” He laughed, “The Netherworld has a Buddhist Cultivator who says he wants to eliminate all evil spirits in Heaven and on Earth, who is this person to you?”
Translator Note:
Sowwee for the slow update, actually this chapter was long but I pushed through this time!
I’ve been busy at work and I’m changing jobs – starting a new one on Monday. Don’t really know how busy this new job will be but I think whilst I get started, releases will probably be limited to the weekends for a while.
Also hahaha about He Sorshi – I was laughing a lot about this. So yeh – the character 何 hé in Chinese is pronounced more like ‘Her’ and not ‘He’. The last character in his name 似 can be pronounced shì or sì dependent on the meaning and yeh other stuff. I chose shi but actually si is correct but I’m too lazy to change it all or I might do it later I’ll re-edit later. But it made me laugh thinking that people might read He Sorsi as “he saucyyyyy” hahaha which was my initial deciding factor. Ok maybe only I find that funny. Terrible TL humour.
Jiang Zheliu had already guessed many things.But he was actually worried, which was in line with what the littledevilhad also predicted. When would he be able to change his bad habit of worrying about everything, and be able to completely get rid of the mortal net that he was caught in.He thought that the road to immortality was long; those who were covered in the blood debt1of others would find it hard to fuse with the Dao2.As soon as Jiang Zheliu thought about this, he would get a crippling headache. He could not waste his efforts worrying about worldly affairs, as soon as he did, his headache would become more and more serious, as if it was a warning coming from his soul.But his thoughts were also not something that he could actually control.After a few days passed, the burns on his fingertips had already recovered. All of the birds in the sky had completely vanished, they had not even heard a single bird call.Ling XiaoSword stood in its previous spot quiet and alone, the decorative design upon the sword was like an eternal eye, watching over him silently.A windy and snowy evening, Jiang Zheliu was in the middle of agame of Gowith Wang Moxuan. The little mute couldn't say a word so he was the perfect listener.This move was made too quickly, you should think about it more.The candle flame lightly flickered, Jiang Zheliu's voice was clear and calm.Wang Moxuan raised his gaze and looked at him silently. At that moment, it was still unclear whether JiangQianbeiwas really commenting on the game play or whether he was actually speaking about something else.Do you want to take another look? The other asked him quietly.Wang Moxuan took another look at the Go board for a while and then shook his head, meaning that he did not want to change any of the moves he had made.He knew that he couldn't win against Jiang Zheliu, and had discovered that he had already made quite a few mistakes in his game so he did not want to change anything.The shadows made by the candle light were getting longer, whilst the odour of the slightly bitter medicine began to waft up from downstairs, the sound of the evening wind started to bang against the window, the floating snowflakes began to cover over the plum blossoms as Yu Jinnian came over as usual to take Wang Moxuan home.He knocked on the bamboo curtain screen and then leant against the door, and continued to babble on: Qianbei, it's time to return the little mute to me! He's been here for a whole day, pffff, you two are going to bore me to death..Wang Moxuan stopped playing, he got up and then gestured to Jiang Zheliu with his hands that he was taking his leave. Then he went downstairs and dragged that jibber jabber mouth of the Divine Sage of Medicine away from the little pinehouse.Every evening was like this, just like theendgame on the Go board.Everything was like it was before, it was perhaps even a little too calm. The wind outside had mixed in with some snowflakes, and had already covered the wooden window frame. The little deer was sleeping against the table downstairs, whilst Chang Qian was re-heating the medicine. Trying to keep his eyes open, he accompanied the medicine whilst it cooled, but helplessly let out a yawn.Time passed by with ease and comfort, if one could live out the rest of their days like this, it could be considered a peaceful death.Jiang Zheliu was sitting beneath the flame of the candle, and had taken out the ancient text scroll that he had only read half of previously from the bookcase. With the book on his lap, he began to flick through where he had left off, but he had not even found his place when his hand suddenly froze.From within the ancient text, there was a long and slenderfortune stickthat fell out.It must have been that he had got so tired reading last time, he'd put the fortune stick inside to mark his place, and then had completely forgotten about it.Jiang Zheliu reached out to pick up the fortune stick. His gaze fixed upon the prophecy written upon it and he whispered: life's dream double oath.He and the littledevilhad no former oath between them to think of.Jiang Zheliu looked at it for a while, and then reached out to massage the spot between his brows. He had not closed his eyes for very long, when he heard the noise of the wooden window in front of him opening from the outside.Huh?He opened his eyes and saw a woman wearing a mask suddenly appearing in front of the upstairs window. She used her extended bony spur from her claw to open the latch of the window.Gongyi Yan did not reply, but instead moved her fingers that were holding the resurrection stone, pulled over his hand to make him feel the slight crack in the stone.The power of the stone was not infinite. Just like the lamp that needs oil, and the raging flames that need firewood, but there will be one day that it will stop burning.Jiang Zheliu stared blankly for a moment.He had no spiritual energy, even if his half-step golden immortal cultivation realm was still present, he was not as sharp as he was previously. Such a tiny crack, if he had not been shown it, he probably wouldn't have discovered it for a long time on his own.The treasure that could make flowers blossom in aten liradius was also exhaustible. It was replenishing his life using its utmost power, replenishing it day and night.Thank you. Jiang Zheliu took the necklace and put it back on. The cold winter wind that was coming from the outside was making his throat tickle, he wanted to cough but because Gongyi Yan was still there, he tried to resist it, and he said: It's me that is hurting him, I will think of a way.What way?Gongyi Yan coldly stared at him.The medicine had been left to cool downstairs for too long, after a while, Chang Qian who had accidentally fallen asleep finally went up to deliver the bowl of medicine whilst rubbing his eyes. He sniffed the air, and noticed that there was a scent of another person.Gege? He gave the bowl to Jiang Zheliu then narrowed his eyes, did someone come?No. The one who came wasn't a person, did you fall asleep?He controlled Zhu Wuxin's body to drink a sip of tea, and then sighed with disdain a few times before saying: Has the poison in your body corroded your brain?He was able to see that Wang Wenyuan was still suffering from the effects of the poison of the Cylindrical Heart Powder, and the latter was having some trouble breathing properly.Ghost Lord He. Wang Wenyuan stared at him and said, Even without self-interest, or grudges, no matter what is done, it can't be considered extreme.He stood up, went across the secret room to light a couple of candles, and then went in front of one of the walls, his gaze fell upon the black cloth that had been concealed by a smokescreen technique.Behind the black curtain was another room. It was a room with only three walls, the wall facing this side was made by black metal.Inside there was a Buddhist monk sitting who was wearing white robes.The white buddhist robes were soaked in blood, his shoulders had been impaled in place with metal hooks obstructing any movement. But his robes were still intact, as if he had not received any other torment. He had his eyes closed and didn't speak a word.Wang Wenyuan turned around to face He Sorshi, as if he was considering something whilst he spoke: And if I gave a Buddhist cultivator's body to Ghost Lord He to use as a reward how would that sound?He Sorshi shifted his gaze and stared at him whilst laughing: Lan Re Temple's successor, you've seriously got some guts.As is Ghost Lord He. Wang Wenyuan said, Even if the Zen Master is fed medicine, he still does not react to the demonic female cultivators, so it's impossible to use a female cultivator to make him talk, so why not give him to the Ghost Lord.He paused here for a moment.This way, whether or not the Zen Master gets aroused, he can still be useful to the Ghost Lord.The Ghost Lord could possess his body, using simply useful as a word had multiple meanings.If a ghost cultivator'sprimordial spiritis instilled into the body of a buddhist cultivator. He Sorshi laughed involuntarily, Lan Re Temple will definitely come for my life.He got up, and used Zhu Wuxin's handsome and youthful face to lean in closer, he raised his hand and a gust of ice-cold ghostly energy entered through the metal bars, lifting up the fabric of the conical bamboo hat covering Ming Jing Zen Master's face.In between his eyebrows, he had a bright red mark of Bodhi.He Sorshi looked at him for a while and then slowly his mouth turned into a sneer, he said cheerfully: Don't say anymore, I kind of want to see that bunch of bald donkeys5, it's just a shame that I've lived for too long, they probably don't recognise me.It was as if he was speaking about something quite regrettable, the ghostly energy from his fingers began to corrode the metal bars, he reached in and then melted away the iron hook that was impaled in Ming Jing's shoulder.Little Buddhist Monk. He laughed, The Netherworld has a Buddhist Cultivator who says he wants to eliminate all evil spirits in Heaven and on Earth, who is this person to you?Translator Note:Sowwee for the slow update, actually this chapter was long but I pushed through this time!I've been busy at work and I'm changing jobs starting a new one on Monday. Don't really know how busy this new job will be but I think whilst I get started, releases will probably be limited to the weekends for a while.Also hahaha about He Sorshi I was laughing a lot about this. So yeh the character h in Chinese is pronounced more like Her' and not He'. The last character in his name can be pronounced sh or s dependent on the meaning and yeh other stuff. I chose shi but actually si is correct but I'm too lazy to change it all orI might do it laterI'll re-edit later. But it made me laugh thinking that people might read He Sorsi as he saucyyyyy hahaha which was my initial deciding factor. Ok maybe only I find that funny. Terrible TL humour.
