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Chapter 224
Chapter 224
Speaking of Ji Bu Shaoye spending an afternoon at Mu Yongying’s crash course on martial arts worldknowledge, he’d gained a solid grasp of most common knowledge in this scenario. After thanking her profusely, he returned to Suite A-03.
That cloud-walking fairy truly turned out to be unexpectedly agreeable—the mission went so smoothly it felt suspicious. Even Ji Bu himself began doubting… Could I really have a natural talent for being a gigolo?
In truth, he was overthinking.
This Npc was specifically designed by the system to educate players on basic lore. As long as a player recognized her similarity to Bai Xiaosheng’s archetype and sought her out proactively, she’d rarely refuse assistance.
From the martial arts world’s perspective, Mu Yongying’s actions made perfect sense. First, she held genuine interest in the Broken Sword Teahouse sect, and deeply admired Feng Bu Jue’s bold, unapologetic, and eccentric style. Second, the Mu Clan wasn’t a traditional sect that openly recruited disciples, so they naturally harbored some hostility toward grand schools like Wanxia Tower. Conversely, they held favorable opinions of lone heroes wandering the jianghu or small, reclusive sects like the Broken Sword Teahouse.
Moreover, as Feng Bu Jue had mentioned earlier, the questions Ji Bu asked were hardly “secrets”—just common knowledge to other martial artists. Mu Yongying had free time and no aversion to the Broken Sword Teahouse, so accepting this favor was a no-brainer.
After all, common knowledge was like asking a random stranger on the street for directions north, today’s date, or the nation’s leader—questions that, while basic, felt awkward when repeatedly asked to one person.
By approaching Mu Yongying with humility, Ji Bu openly admitted his ignorance about the jianghu before seeking guidance from this Mu Clan professional. There was nothing inappropriate about it.
In fact, Azure Spirit Inn contained many Npcs players could consult for intelligence—like the Drunken Monk Lu Shan, the Three Sects’ masters, even Ji Tong from Bafang Tower or the Huaying Six Swords. Engaging any of them would yield some rewards.
However, Mu Yongying’s path was likely the safest and simplest choice. Her information was thorough and comprehensive, and following up with her wouldn’t trigger complications. Other Npcs, though, might set off chain reactions, potentially unleashing plot twists that complicated progression.
There was also a hidden side quest—extremely difficult—that involved seeking out Azure Spirit Inn’s mysterious innkeeper for intelligence to trigger a hidden task. Naturally, Ji Bu Shaoye hadn’t triggered this storyline, which was arguably a stroke of luck.
……
Returning to his room, the sun had already set. None of his teammates had returned. Ji Bu had naturally seen the system prompt and the updated main/side quest bars, so this outcome wasn’t unexpected.
Still, he couldn’t help pacing anxiously in the room alone, muttering, “They said to regroup at sunset… Who are they trying to fool, you bastards!”
Knock knock—
Someone lightly rapped on the door.
Ji Bu’s expression shifted. He knew the Hell Front’s four wouldn’t bother knocking, and as teammates, they had no need to. Whoever stood outside was definitely an outsider.
“Who is it?” Ji Bu asked cautiously, keeping his tone neutral.
“Oh, I’ve come to deliver dinner for the honored guests,” a voice replied.
Ji Bu approached, unlatched the door, and opened it slowly. Outside stood an innkeeper holding a wooden tray with wine and dishes.
“Who sent this?” Ji Bu asked warily. He certainly hadn’t ordered anything. His first thought: Could this be Lin Chang micromanaging? He even controls our meals? Does he know we’re broke?
“A guest from the Di-Class Room, Master Gongsun Li,” the innkeeper answered. “Oh, he also asked me to deliver a message to Teahouse Master Feng. Might you be…” These inn staff were remarkably naive, completely unaware of jianghu politics. Whether it was “Gongsun Li” or “Teahouse Master Feng,” they had no clue about the names’ weight—whether a jianghu legend or an unknown nobody, they’d deliver messages impartially.
“Just tell me, I’ll pass it along to Teahouse Master Feng,” Ji Bu said, immediately suspicious upon hearing Gongsun Li’s name. So this guy was the one who shattered the corpse last night? Now he’s pulling this act? The weasel giving the chicken a New Year visit…
The innkeeper placed the wine and dishes on the table, saying, “He said… he’s grateful for Teahouse Master Feng’s kindness, and hopes Feng will keep the ‘secret’ forever. Wanxia Tower will be eternally grateful. These dishes are a humble apology for the previous incident.”
“That’s all?” Ji Bu asked.
“Yes, those were his exact words,” the innkeeper replied.
“Fine… You may go,” Ji Bu said.
“Understood.” The innkeeper exited, closing the door behind him.
Ji Bu immediately reopened the door, peeked left and right to confirm no suspicious figures were watching, then shut and bolted the door, returning to the table.
The tray held three plates, a small dish, and a pot of wine. Not extravagant—easily carried on one tray, explaining how the innkeeper had managed to knock while holding it.
The three plates contained a hot stir-fried vegetable dish and two passable meat dishes. The small dish held peanuts—nothing special. But the wine… That was another story. Poured into an exquisite white jade bottle, faint wisps of aroma seeped through the cork.
Ji Bu’s father was a merchant, so banquets were routine—sometimes bringing his wife and child along. Though Ji Bu had little interest in alcohol, he’d seen enough to distinguish quality. He recognized this as premium wine—worth half a banquet’s cost in the real world. Paired with these simple dishes, it felt jarringly mismatched.
“Hmm…” Ji Bu uncorked the bottle, sniffing deeply. “The game’s sensory simulation is spot-on. This real-world luxury item must be ‘luxurious data’ in-game—pricey as hell.” He muttered, recorking the bottle. “Hmph… Such an obvious trap, using despicable methods. Who do they think they are, pulling this stunt?” He snorted. “If this food isn’t poisoned, I’ll eat poop on the spot!”
(End of Chapter)
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