After passing through a wall, Gui Jianchou found himself still in the bookstore, "Zhou Wencheng" was tidying up the bookshelf nearby.
"Zhou Wencheng" slowly turned around, looked at Gui Jianchou, and smiled.
This wasn’t "Zhou Wencheng," it was Sun Tiecheng.
Sun Tiecheng hadn’t used the Disguise Technique, he hadn’t even changed his clothes, yet Gui Jianchou mistook him, if Sun Tiecheng hadn’t proactively mentioned Fool’s City, Gui Jianchou still wouldn’t have seen through Sun Tiecheng’s Technique.
Gui Jianchou tried to escape underground, he blurred his form, drilled underground, came back up, only to find himself still in the bookstore.
Sun Tiecheng laughed, "Now you know what it means to be at a dead end? I’ll let you fully taste the flavor here!"
...
Li Banfeng was strolling on Evergreen Road, he couldn’t walk too fast, as this was Bridge Yesong’s busiest place, he needed to keep this road clear in his memory.
A woman approached him, looking about twenty-seven or eight, wearing a straight blue cheongsam with jade buttons, holding a floral-patterned oil-paper umbrella with a white bamboo frame, her long hair tied low, with a tress hanging from either side of her face, her face delicate and full, her exquisite features, paired with her graceful figure, caught the attention of passersby.
The woman walked up close, her large almond eyes watched Li Banfeng for a moment, and she asked, "Mister, is there an inn nearby?"
"There’s one at the street corner." Li Banfeng pointed behind him and left without stopping.
Why is she carrying an umbrella at night, when there’s no sun or rain?
There are many passersby on the street, how did this woman spot me?
Li Banfeng increased his caution and slipped into an alley by the street.
He silently leapt onto a rooftop, quietly watching the woman’s movements.
The woman swung her hips and walked slowly to the street corner, where a man wearing a long shirt, with his hair combed back and slightly balding, held two walnuts in his hands and greeted the woman.
Using the Silk-pulling Earrings, Li Banfeng overheard the conversation.
"Miss Mu, what brings you here?"
"Zhang Gunli, I should ask you, what are you doing here? Are you also interested in Bridge Yesong?"
"I don’t have the guts, coming to snatch territory at my current cultivation level isn’t breaking the rules?"
"Why call it snatching? The Local Deity of Bridge Yesong is dead, it’s according to the rules to take over. Even if the Peddler were here, I would tell him the same, how about we team up to take over Bridge Yesong, there’s plenty of good stuff here, you won’t regret it."
"I’m not interested, I’m just here for business, Miss Mu, I’ve got some top-quality combat strength here, want to borrow some and try it?"
"Not borrowing, your interest rate is too high."
"Interest is negotiable, borrowing a bit won’t put you at a loss, a new bookstore just opened in the city, don’t crash in if you don’t have the skills."
"Zhou Badou is here too, perfect, I’ll go see him."
"Miss Mu, if you’re not borrowing any, then I’ll be off, the people in that bookstore are tough to handle." Zhang Gunli spun his walnuts and disappeared into the night.
Mu Yuejuan looked back hesitantly.
She wasn’t hesitant about borrowing combat strength, dealing with Credit Cultivation requires caution, avoid borrowing if possible.
She hesitated whether to stay in Bridge Yesong.
Standing by the street for over a minute, Mu Yuejuan turned into an alley.
With no one in the alley, she hung a landscape painting on the wall.
She slipped into the painting, boarded a small boat in the painting, and rowed away.
As the boat disappeared from the scene, the scroll suddenly caught fire, turning to ashes in no time.
Mu Yuejuan rowed on the lake with speed, she felt that the people in the bookstore Zhang Gunli mentioned might not be Zhou Badou.
...
Medicine King Valley, in Elder Yao’s courtyard.
Old Xu pinched Elder Yao’s mouth, Half a cup of yellow soup Qiao Wuzui was forcing alcohol into Elder Yao’s mouth.
After more than a jin was poured in, Elder Yao coughed twice, the alcohol swallowed, but he didn’t wake up.
Qiao Wuzui put away the wine jar, shook his head, "Can’t drink more today, it’s not a one-time thing, I’ll try a different recipe to brew wine tomorrow, perhaps there will be improvement."
Old Xu nodded, "Thank you for your efforts, I’ve heard the Local Deity of Bridge Yesong is dead, aren’t you interested in checking it out?"
Qiao Wuzui laughed, "My cultivation level hasn’t been Above the Clouds for a long time, what do I need territory for?"
"For giving away, maybe to your disciple."
Qiao Wuzui sighed, "I’m just a drunkard, best not to involve myself in such matters, curing Yao Xin would mean I’ve done something legitimate, Old Xu, you should go check it out, I’ll watch over Medicine King Valley for you."
Old Xu shook his head, "I don’t want to get involved in such affairs, I’m a farmer, whenever I get involved in such business, the farmers end up suffering."
"How’s that disciple of yours? I mean the talented one."
"You mean Zhang Wanlong?" Old Xu didn’t know how to comment, "You’re right, he’s a genius at farming, but his temperament sure isn’t like a farmer."
...
Late at night, Li Banfeng listened to Xiao Yeci share the stories of Bridge Yesong, besides hero legends, Xiao Yeci also shared many local customs, recounting for an hour each evening for half a month, never repeating.
Tonight, Li Banfeng was very interested, Xiao Yeci spoke until past midnight, nearly dozing off himself, but Li Banfeng remained energetic.
Xiao Yeci rubbed his eyes, "Benefactor, how about we continue tomorrow?"
Li Banfeng shook his head, "Not tomorrow, I have to leave tomorrow."
"Where are you going?"
"Going to the New Land for a look."
Xiao Yeci said, "I’d like to see it too."
"You shouldn’t go yet, let me scout the way first, then I’ll take you."
"When will you be back?"
"Very soon, I’ll be back in a few days."