Ability to Comprehend

*Cough* *Cough*

Chang Yesheng coughed up some blood and glared at Grandma Mu and Chao Xiang with resentment as he got up.

If looks could kill, both Old Mu and Chao Xiang would be dead by now.

His face turned red with shame, realizing that he had been manipulated by someone with weaker abilities.

"I won't forget this humiliation! I'll make sure to get my revenge when the time comes, remember that!"

"Humiliation? Revenge? What the hell? Hey, where do you think you're going? I haven't finished talking to you. Stop right there."

Chao Xiang tried to stop Chang Yesheng from leaving, but Old Mu blocked his way.

"Oi! What do you think you're doing?!"

She looked surprised at Chao Xiang's audacity.

He was always quiet and gloomy, even when someone provoked him, but now he seemed like a completely different person.

Looking directly into her eyes, he spoke with genuine concern.

"Grandma Mu, I wasn't done talking to him. He just threw a stone at a kid who was two years younger than him, for no reason at all. There's something wrong with him mentally, and if we let him go, he'll become a dangerous person for sure. He's just a kid, we need to educate him and teach him right from wrong."

Grandma couldn't believe what she was hearing.

She didn't know whether to laugh or get angry at him.

Teach him? Chang Yesheng? You... a level three Waterman advising a level seven Waterman?

She gave him a serious look. "If you want to attempt suicide again, don't do it in front of my shop and front of me..."

"Huh?! Why would you think I'm attempting suicide? It is not my intention to fight him... W-wait! What do you mean by 'again'? I won't do something like that..."

Instead of answering him, she asked in return as scoffed off, "Then how the hell did that cut mark appear on your neck?"

Chao Xiang absentmindedly touched his neck, recalling the wound he had when he first arrived in this world.

Was she referring to that?

Did she assume he had attempted suicide because of it?

Well, she wasn't entirely wrong - the original Chao Xiang had indeed died by cutting his own throat with a knife.

However, he had made sure to clean up thoroughly, leaving only a faint white scar behind once his wound had healed.

With a look of genuine confusion, he asked, "How can you be so certain I was trying to end my life just by seeing this scar? It could have been an accident..."

"An accident? Ha! Do you think I'm a fool? There's no way such a clean mark could be accidental... I've been observing you for a year, and I didn't notice that scar yesterday... Tsk..."

Without bothering to explain further, she walked away with an irritated expression, leaving Chao Xiang to ponder her words.

The crowd dispersed, and Grandma Mu began to pack up and place the fish in her shop.

Chao Xiang also helped her without speaking about that again as she seemed like she didn't want to talk to him right now.

"Cut two kilograms, black krurcals..."

"Three kilos, silverfish, two portions separately..."

"Predation Bullhead, keep it whole, just remove its fins and tail..."

Just like that, he started to butcher and clean up every kind of fish in the shop only leaving behind clams which Grandma Mu took care of.

As he butchered those fishes, the 'red flame' within him started to burn with great intensity as it asked him to feed all of these fishes.

Silverfish, despite their small size and white scales, were surprisingly easy to handle.

Even in their adult form, they only weighed around two to two and a half units each.

The black Krurcals posed no challenge for him either.

However, the Predaton Bullheads proved to be a different story.

Their fins were incredibly tough and cutting them open was no easy task.

Breaking their skulls was even more difficult, as they were extremely hard.

These bullheads measured between 30 to 50 cm in length.

He struggled at first with learning how to properly butcher the fish, but then that familiar itch on his forehead came back, almost as if he was in the state when he was trying to avoid Chang Yesheng's attacks.

With each fish he butchered, his proficiency increased at a dramatic pace.

"Wow! That's so fast!"

"This kid is skilled!"

"That was so smooth, he separated the skin of Predaton Bullhead with a single clean cut!"

Even the onlookers looked amazed at his skills.

'So, the boundless wisdom that is mentioned in the data not only mentions the details within those pillars but It's also increased my comprehension ability!'

He was overjoyed with this exciting new revelation, now he grasped the reason behind his ability to anticipate Chang Yesheng's moves.

It wasn't a mere prediction, but rather a deep understanding of those intricate moves that were even more challenging to comprehend.

Grandma Mu observed him silently as he expertly prepared each fish that the customer requested, without uttering a word.

As the afternoon came to an end, the crowd began to scatter, and the number of customers dwindled significantly.

Closing time was drawing near.

As the last few customers exited the shop, he wiped the sweat from his brow and paused to catch his breath.

After cleaning up the wooden board used for butchering fish and tidying the knives, Grandma Mu approached with a tray of smelly waste.

"Take these away and return quickly," she instructed.

The tray was filled with fish fins, skins, intestines, and bones, which would usually be used to create fertilizers for spiritual plants.

He intended to head to the nearby plantation but halted when he noticed something unusual.

'Why did this red flame burn intensely without calming down, I already got out of the fish shop though, all I had right now was only wastage... eh?!...'

'Is it possible to throw this thing into the flame? Wait! can I throw these wastages directly on the top of the red flame without entering the space?'

Choa Xiang arrived at the nearby alley with a wide smile on his face, eager to investigate.

Making sure there was no one around, he focused his mind on transporting the waste directly to the flame.

Suddenly, he felt a peculiar sensation, similar to when he was transported to space.

The weight in his arms quickly diminished, and when he opened his eyes, the trash tray was empty.

'It actually worked?!'

'Seriously!?'

'Does that mean I can throw the fish directly into the red flame?'

His eyes gleamed with excitement as he pondered the endless possibilities.