The Dust Dragon Art

My name is Chen Jiu, a foot-washer on Qinghe Street in the South City. Others wash feet, but I "listen" to bones—with a single touch, I can tell which bone is misaligned, which tendon is strained, and even the things hidden in your heart can be "felt" through the cracks between bones. On his deathbed, my grandfather left only three sentences: Don't reveal your bloodline, live in hiding as a foot-washer, and seldom use the divine patterns. But on my first day at work, I ran into the Withered Hand Case—craftsmen in this city are disappearing one after another, and the list is ranked by "how much their hands are worth." And my hands have been priced: eighty thousand. They say bloodline determines destiny. I just want to prove—hands are more important than blood. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: The Dust Dragon Art — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠