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| “ | Let the treasures around you tell the stories buried within the depths of time. | ” |
Bio[]
A peacemaker who gives off cheerful vibes. She has an earthly liveliness to her, making her very approachable. A bit stubborn and hates receiving favors without returning them, but she loves helping others and never expects any reward from doing so.
Food Introduction[]
Shengjian is a type of miniature bun fried in oil until cooked thoroughly. Popular in Shanghai, Zhejiang, Jiangsu, and Guangdong, it has truly earned people's love. Shengjian first appeared in teahouses, where it was savored as a side dish to pair with tea. In this context, however, teahouses are not the places where elegant nobility enjoy yum cha beneath lofty windows; instead, they are the tiger stoves (water rooms) where the proletariat boil water for tea. So, wherever the oily skin and fragrant meat of Shengjian appear, there will also be thick smoke. In one bite, the scrumptious bits tumble into your stomach. Happiness is just such a simple thing.
Other Info[]
How to Acquire[]
- TBA
Associated Events
Initial Stats[]
 Soul Power
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1619 |
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 Attack
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55 |
 Defense
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21 |
 HP
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400 |
 Crit Rate
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562 |
 Crit Dmg
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987 |
 Atk Spd
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1342 |
Skills[]
| Smoke and Cloud's Fables | Basic Skill | |
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Floating in the air, Shengjian flaps her fan and deals 100% (180%) of her attack and an additional 193 (2509) damage to the nearest enemy. Also decrease said enemy's DEF by 20% for 3 second. | |
| Orchid's Tunes | Energy Skill | |
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Shengjian opens her scrolls and begin to sing, increasing all friendly Food Souls' ATk by 70% for 5 seconds. At the same time, the next 3 normal attacks inflicted by friendly Food Souls allow 42 (546) HP to be recovered per hit. | |
| Super Cloud Ballad | Link Skill | |
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Shengjian opens her scrolls and begin to sing, increasing all teammates' ATk by 85% for 5 seconds. At the same time, all teammates recover 50 (655) HP per attack for their next 3 normal attacks. | 
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blue = lvl 1
red = max lvlVoice Lines[]
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| Contract | Hello, hello~ My name is Shengjian, and I hope you'll take care of me~ | ||
| Log In | You're back? Pass me your things. Sit down and rest; the tea'll be ready in a sec. | ||
| Ice Arena | It's so cold! Putting antiques here would be a big no-no. | ||
| Skills | Since some evil customers are at the doorstep, it's only right of me to treat them properly! | ||
| Ascend | It's easier to do work now~ | ||
| Fatigue | *pant* I can't carry on anymore. I need to take a break. | ||
| Recovering | Resting time is truly the best moment to have an afternoon tea. | ||
| Team Formation | Eh? I'm only... alright then, leave it to me! | ||
| Knockout | Oh my, this will be quite troublesome... | ||
| Notice | Move aside please. This is quite hot, so be careful. | ||
| Idle 1 | This is where Master Attendant put his/her precious things. I have to be careful when organizing them. | ||
| Idle 2 | Master Attendant isn't calling for me, the shopkeeper isn't calling for me - wow~ Oh well, a moment of relaxation is hard to come by anyways~ | ||
| Idle 3 | I've often wondered, if these objects are locked away for a long time, will they get...lonely? | ||
| Interaction 1 | Treating helping others as an investment is a terrible idea~ | ||
| Interaction 2 | Antique-keeping is a rather complicated career. It covers various fields and requires a wide-ranging array of knowledge, but it's truly interesting. | ||
| Interaction 3 | Don't worry, you can let me manage your house's book storage room. | ||
| Pledge | The years leave their mark on every nook and cranny of an antique. I would like it to be the same for you - so that there will always remain evidence of every beautiful moment I spent with you. | ||
| Intimacy 1 | Every curio and ornament holds countless untold stories. So, what about you? What kind of story is within you? | ||
| Intimacy 2 | Many years from now, people will find our belongings and deduce the beautiful past of two people who treasured each other very much. | ||
| Intimacy 3 | When I was still a mere curator, I often wondered - what would my life be like in the future? To me, having antiques by my side is a kind of happiness - and meeting you is yet another. | ||
| Victory | It's great that I can be of help. | ||
| Defeat | Very sorry! I'll compensate you for this! Next time, I can definitely do it! | ||
| Feeding | Ah! Thank you!! I like it very much!! You're so thoughtful~ | ||
Skins
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Notes
- Proletariat is the class of wage-earners in an economic society whose only possession of significant material value is their labour-power (how much work they can do). (see Proletariat)
- Tiger stoves (老虎灶) is one of the ancient tradition in Zhejiang. It was given this name because of its shape: there is a tilted 'tail' and a stove. Tiger stoves were initially popular because there weren't any convenient combustible fuels present (eg Cooking gas). They are a source of hot water and has been noted to also sell tea water. They eventually died out due to economic growth enabling nearly everyone to own taps and water storages. However, there are only a few left in existence. https://baike.baidu.com/item/%E8%80%81%E8%99%8E%E7%81%B6
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Contents of this page has been fan-translated by BasilCosmo and may not be completely accurate. Official translations will be added whenever it's available. |
I. Appraiser
“The inner wall of this celadon is too decorated and detailed and you can feel that its texture is grainy. The bottom has been printed with the trademark of the Forest Kiln in Light Kingdom, but among the twenty types of celadon produced there, none of them contains both dark and light circles... Looking closely at the mouth, there is a small gap that was caused by two cracks. This is a clear sign that the lip was broken after being used too many times. The style of the mouth seems to be that developed by the middle generation of Light Kingdom. Yet, the mouth itself was decorated according to the style of an earlier generation... To sum it up, this is just a poor imitation.”
My fingertips tapped over the wares placed on the red silk. I tried my best to control my emotions, and in the calmest sounding voice possible, I presented my analysis. I then let out a deep breath and waited nervously for the comments from the crowd around the stage.
*clap… clap…*
First, there were a few scattered claps, but soon, they gathered into a wave of sound.
“You’re good at this.”
An old man with a large, long white beard stood up, his eyes filled with a sense of mild appreciation and relief.
“Whose child is she?”
"Master Huichihe, Shengjian is working in my house now."
The shopkeeper poked his head out from the corner of the hall and bent down to salute the old man.
“Oh… I remember you, you're pretty good too, you've brought in a lot of good kids.”
The old man called Huichihe narrowed his eyes and smiled as he stroked his long beard.
“Congratulations, you’re the winner of this year.”
Following the shopkeeper out of the hall, people kept bowing to me along the way to congratulate me, and I returned the greetings one by one in confusion, still not believing what had just happened.
“Sir, I…”
“Don’t be so nervous.”
The shopkeeper smiled and patted me on the shoulder.
"Now you are a little celebrity at the Nanli Printing House. To sum it up, this is just a poor imitation~."
The store manager suddenly imitated my last summary on stage in a funny voice, and then burst out laughing.
“You’re amazing Shengjian. Other people don't know this, but I do. I haven't actually taught you much in the six months you've been working in my shop. You're basically learning on your own, right? You're good at this.”
Seeing the cheerful attitude of the shopkeeper, I unconsciously laughed along with him. After he calmed down, he replied in a serious manner.
“Also, thank you for taking me with you today. I just gave you a lift, but you've come this far on your own.”
The shopkeeper waved his hand, indicating that I didn't need to say anything more, and then pointed to the pavilion ahead.
“Go on, go get your reward.”
II. Sword Tassel
It was a small stone pavilion with a long history and ancient meaning. As one of the few hidden treasure rooms in the Nanli Printing House, the attic contained many antiques of great value and mysterious origins. Thanks to my earlier performance in antique appraisal, I was fortunate enough to be able to select an object there as a certification gift for my official promotion. Containing my excitement, I curiously explored the attic, stopping to look at each collection I found interesting. There was a broken stele with a mysterious writing that was excavated in Nevras. There were also tall terracotta warriors which have been donated by the gods of Light Kingdom, hailing from the sacred land of the Eight Peaks of Divinity. I even saw a couple of pieces of bizarre debris brought out of the deep sea by Gloriville explorers. As my eyes wandered over the scrolls behind these objects, I remember a long-standing saying in the antique industry.
“What we collect is not antiques, but stories.”
My fingertips slipped between the cabinet shelves and padlocks. There was no dust or ashes, but I could still feel the traces of time flowing between them.
“How nice.”
As I walked around exhibit after exhibit, I heartily sighed in my mind. That place was comparable to, if not better than, a library. Suddenly, an exhibit caught my attention. There were a large number of blades and war figurines placed there, as if a small battlefield, radiating a strong evil aura. I couldn't help but lean over and carefully step forward. It felt as if… something was attracting me to it. After some time, I finally found what was causing me to feel that strange attraction. It was a sword tassel sealed in a jade box. Under a jade green chrysanthemum hung a round green jade covered with mottled marks. A lightly engraved word could be vaguely seen on it. The hem of the round jade had a small hole chiseled out, with a cluster of yellowish silk fluff hanging from it.
“This is…”
I picked up the jade box and tried to look through the scrolls on the back that recorded its origin. However…
III. Fading from Memory
“A collection with no history?”
Sitting in the carriage on the return trip, the shopkeeper took the jade box from my hand, took out his golden pair of glasses from his pocket and put them on, to then look at it carefully.
“That’s not surprising. Not every antique can be traced to its origin. Or rather, it’s your task to find the source of this object with no apparent origin in the first place.”
“My task?”
I cocked my head, confused, and repeated the words the shopkeeper had used.
“Well, this task was, many years ago, the reward for winning the antique appraisal contest. The winner would be allowed to pick an item with no recorded history, making the search for its origin a lifelong task and a stimulus. The moral of the story is that there will always be stories you never heard about, so don't stop moving forward.”
The shopkeeper put away his glasses, handed the jade box back to me, and said softly as if he had fallen into some kind of memory.
"Later, as the Printing House grew larger and more sources became available, the collection of unknown origin in the attic gradually became smaller and smaller, and this habit... or custom, died out without anyone realizing it."
Said the shopkeeper turning back to me and smiling.
“So you see, time is indeed a very powerful thing. Many people and many things will fade away because of it. So as antique collectors, we need to learn what makes them authentic, but also learn to hold onto them, and to pass on their stories in a better way.”
The shopkeeper's nostalgic mutterings were deep and meaningful. I took the jade box and caressed the clear jade piece that shone with a dull glow. As I touched the inside of the sword tassel, I unconsciously mumbled.
“What kind of story is there about you?”
When I returned home, I went back to my usual quiet life, and although I still had the sword tassel on my mind, there was no opportunity or happenstance that would allow me to figure out where it came from. Gradually, I forgot about it. I eventually remembered it one day and modified it on a whim. I made it into a waistband and wore it around me, just like an amulet.
IV. Absurd
The smell of blood filled the air. Cries for help were shouted to the sky. I opened my eyes and found myself collapsed in a muddy patch.
“Sheng…jian…”
A weak voice called out to my ears. It was a girl. Her gorgeous clothes and beautiful face were covered with mud and blood.
Who is she?
Doubts flashed through my subconscious.
Everything around me seems unfamiliar here, but then why do the girl's eyes look vaguely familiar to me?
The girl's breathing became more and more faint, and watching that scene, it was as if some kind of connection had broken apart inside me.
“You…”
I didn’t even get the time to open my mouth. Suddenly, I felt pain. I subconsciously whimpered, my eyes opened and closed and I felt as if the sky was spinning. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself bound to a wooden frame with my hands in chains. In front of me were men holding torches and shouting, and a circle of people whose expressions held fear and curiosity.
“Look! This is a demon, a filthy Food Soul! We…!”
“This…”
Trying to figure out what was happening, I opened my mouth, only to be greeted by a familiar pain. When I open my eyes again the next time, I saw a very different scene. Surrounded by clouds of mist, below me there was a wide open square, scattered with a large number of confused people. Having learned the hard way, I just kept my mouth shut and turned my head slowly, only to become aware of something that horrified me to no end. I was floating in the sky with my arms around my waist. I subconsciously glanced sideways, only to see a woman wearing a hat, dressed in fancy clothes, holding a long sword, just like a swordsman recorded in the ancient books of Light Kingdom. The panic dissipated the moment I looked up. Between the fluttering curtains of her hat, I could vaguely make out her eyebrows underneath.
“She’s beautiful…”
I mentally mumbled. She looked like one of those ladies in the paintings people hang in temples. She was so gorgeous.
“How foolish.”
The woman looked down and snickered in a light-hearted tone. With that, she turned her head to look at me. Her amber-like crystal clear eyes were filled with a trance-inducing charm. I subconsciously held my breath.
“Don’t be scared.”
She said. Raising her hand, she gently swung her longsword, and a flash of white light suddenly lit up, flooding the surrounding area with light. My vision was gradually overtaken by white light, and in that last moment, I had engraved those crystal eyes in my heart. The white light faded and my eyes opened again. In front of me was a familiar ceiling. I was confused. Suddenly there was a knocking sound outside the door.
“Shengjian. Shengjian? Get up, Shengjian. The shopkeeper is calling you, you have an important customer.”
I was still reminiscing about the aftermath of what I had just seen when I was instantly pulled back to reality by those words.
“I’m coming!”
I answered hastily, grabbed my belt pendant from the pillow and went out the door. On the way down the stairs, I saw the guest that the maid said was an important customer. A woman wearing a hat, fancy clothes and a long sword at her waist was sitting loosely at the wooden table where she was waiting to be received, drinking and gossiping with the shopkeeper.
V. Shengjian
Unlike other Food Souls, Shengjian didn't have a Master Attendant of her own. Or rather, she can't remember who her Master Attendant is. It seems that from the very beginning, she has always been just an ordinary little girl working in a teahouse, who was randomly ordered by the owner to do some trivial things. Daily life wasn’t bitter, but there was no flavor either. The busy daily routine made Shengjian completely unable to take a break. Although she occasionally thinks about the missing part of her memory, more often than not, her thoughts are still focused on her lonely and uninteresting life. It wasn't until later that Shengjian met an important customer. At the order of her boss, she served her with care, but during the chat, the guest became a little interested in Shengjian.
"A Food Soul who doesn't know who her Master Attendant is?"
The guest chatted with Shengjian about the topic. The two hit it off, and the more they chatted, the more interesting it became. Then later, the customer took Shengjian and brought her into her own store where she ran her antique business.
“It was fate that brought us together.”
The woman said. Originally, Shengjian had no idea what to do with herself or what she liked. When she was started working in an antique shop, she slowly became interested in antiques and wanted to learn and understand the stories behind them. She would also ponder if her missing memories could also feature a special story. Interest is the best teacher, and Shengjian quickly made progress in the industry. She even won at the antique appraisal contest held by the Nanli Printing House. Shengjian became famous. But she still felt as if she was missing something. Until later, she had a dream. After waking up from the dream, she met another Food Soul.
“I’m not afraid…”
She said softly. For some reason, Shengjian standing on the stairs, looking at the person below, felt a little joy in her heart. An absurd hunt for Food Souls brought the two of them together. Yet the atrocities of human stupidity grew worse and worse. Seeing that the building was about to collapse, Chrysanthemum Wine had no choice but to take the scabbard of her sword, remove the tassel hanging from her blade and tie it to it, and hand it to Shengjian for protection. Then, together with Huangshan Maofeng Tea, Double-Ninth Cake and other Food Souls she went to put out the fire. She thought that the scabbard of her own sword, and the tassel of her sword imbued with Buddha’s blessing could protect Shengjian’s life, but an accident still happened. Sensing the scabbard's warning, Chrysanthemum Wine hurried back, but what awaited her was a land of ruins. Both Shengjian and the scabbard were gone. Under the recommendation of Double-Ninth Cake, Chrysanthemum Wine took Huangshan Maofeng Tea with her to search the nearby towns, although his divination showed that Shengjian never moved. In the end, the two of them could only conclude that Shengjian had died and left in dismay. Little did they know, she was actually being hidden by someone with good intentions. Fate is like a thread. The world goes round and round. They will always meet again.