The innkeeper’s boy leaned listlessly against the counter, watching the deserted street.
Today was the opening of Medicine King Valley, and everyone had gone to Half-Day Abyss. This entire town only had a few oddballs in their inn.
The boy tilted his head, his peripheral vision sweeping over the few people eating in the lobby.
The burly man with a long saber never leaving his side sat with those who had previously smashed their inn’s door panel, and a master and servant who had only just arrived yesterday and seemed to have a vendetta against the Fengluan Medical Immortal sat at another table. The two groups were clearly separated, with an aisle between them, yet it felt like a vast river and a dangerous strait.
“Ha~”
The innkeeper’s boy yawned, raising a hand to wipe away the few tears squeezed from the corners of his eyes. In his peripheral vision, he saw a tall, graceful figure walking from a distance. His mind was still wondering how another oddball had appeared, but his eyes had already clearly recognized who it was. He quickly stopped the thought in his mind and hurried to greet him, “Fengluan Medical Immortal!”
Nan Shiying nodded at him and said with a smile, “I haven’t eaten your family’s cooking for several days, and I truly miss it quite a bit.”
The boy had initially wondered why the Medical Immortal had come to their inn instead of staying in Half-Day Abyss. Upon hearing these words, a sense of pride swelled in his heart.
Look, just look, even the Medical Immortal couldn’t forget their inn’s cooking.
“If the shopkeeper heard you say that, he’d be happy enough to jump three feet high. It just so happens that there are few people today, and the kitchen is free. I’ll ask them to stir-fry a few dishes for you. Please, have a seat!”
The boy, beaming with joy, led her inside. He suddenly remembered the master and servant who had arrived yesterday. That pair was currently with their backs to the door. The boy sidled up to Nan Shiying and whispered, “It seems there are two people in the inn who have a grudge against you. Be careful.”
Saying this, he pointed straight ahead.
“Thank you!”
Nan Shiying smiled and thanked him.
Seeing that she didn’t seem to mind, the boy didn’t say anything more. Within the territory of Medicine King Valley, making an enemy of the Medical Immortal from within Medicine King Valley was tantamount to seeking death. He reckoned the other party wouldn’t dare to act rashly.
Martial artists had astonishing hearing. The boy’s deliberately lowered voice still reached everyone’s ears. The moment Nan Shiying stepped through the inn’s door, Luan Wencheng had already turned around, gazing at this person who appeared refined and handsome but was as wicked as a devil on the inside.
Although Fengluan was known throughout the world for treating disaster victims, compared to her title as a living Bodhisattva, people preferred to call her the Living Yama.
She was a Yama from the start.
“Young Master Feng.”
Luan Wencheng stood up, as did his subordinate behind him.
Zhuge Qingfeng scratched his scalp and also stood up.
Nan Shiying waved her hand at them and sat down at another table. The boy diligently served tea and pastries before rushing to the kitchen to prepare the meal.
Xuan Xiao turned sideways, his gaze falling on Fengluan, who was seated to his right and behind him.
This is Fengluan?
Sensing the other party’s gaze, Nan Shiying’s hand, which was pouring tea, paused slightly. She raised her eyelids and swept her gaze towards the direction of the gaze.
Xuan Xiao’s face overlapped with the portrait she had seen before.
The Deputy楼主 of Wan Ku Lou.
Xuan Xiao.
The corner of Nan Shiying’s lips curved upwards. She raised her teacup at him, her smile devoid of any coldness, and even her voice was as warm and clear as before. However, the words she spoke sent a jolt of electricity through everyone’s skulls, causing them to tremble all over, “What, does Wan Ku Lou want to be razed to the ground?”
Zhuge Qingfeng felt the blood in his body begin to boil, and an irrepressible surge of heroic spirit rushed to the top of his head. If Nan Shiying gave the order at that moment, Zhuge Qingfeng would truly raise his long saber and split the table in front of Xuan Xiao in two with a single strike.
“Ha…”
A tense atmosphere did not arise. Upon hearing Nan Shiying’s words, Xuan Xiao did not become angry but instead burst into laughter. His eyebrows raised, and even as he laughed, he exuded a sense of wickedness and阴翳. The tear mole at the corner of his eye added a touch of alluring charm to his features.
He bent his back with laughter, as if he had heard the greatest joke in the world.
No, it should be said that he had heard the most pleasant words.
He even applauded, laughing as he spoke, “If that’s possible, please make your move quickly.”
Nan Shiying blew away the tea leaves floating on the surface and took a sip of the tea. The fragrance of the tea mixed with the aroma of berries and spread through her mouth, then flowed down her throat with her saliva. She put down the teacup, her fingers gently caressing the rim of the cup. Xuan Xiao was unrestrained, arrogant, mad, and sinister. The blood surging in his eyes, along with his laughter, revealed his true thoughts. Rather than saying he wanted Wan Ku Lou destroyed, he wanted certain people to be reduced to ashes.
“If the outside world hears that the Deputy楼主 of Wan Ku Lou wants to destroy the entire Wan Ku Lou, what do you think they will think!”
Xuan Xiao stopped laughing, his eyelids lifting slightly, and his voice was neither hurried nor slow, “Probably… applaud and rejoice!”
Zhuge Qingfeng tugged at Luan Wencheng’s sleeve and whispered, “You said they have a grudge? This doesn’t look like they have a grudge!”
Several black lines appeared on Luan Wencheng’s forehead. Everyone in this lobby was a martial artist. Even if you spoke softly, what could you possibly hide? Asking me this is no different from asking the two involved parties directly.
“Grudge, of course, we have a grudge!”
Xuan Xiao pressed down on the teacup, and a sharp glint suddenly flashed in his eyes. As his voice fell, the teacup beneath his hand suddenly flew towards Nan Shiying.
Luan Wencheng instantly stood up, drew the long sword at his waist, and pointed the tip of the sword at the teacup.
A flash of sharpness, and the teacup shattered. Luan Wencheng’s long sword did not touch the teacup but was splashed by the flying tea. The silver needle that pierced through the teacup, splitting it in two, was embedded in the tabletop beside Xuan Xiao.
Zhuge Qingfeng and the others immediately stood up, surrounding Xuan Xiao.
Xuan Xiao looked at the silver needle embedded in the table with only its tail end sticking out. He ignored the people surrounding him and, through the gaps, his gaze fell on Nan Shiying.
“Good martial arts!”
He suddenly exclaimed.
“Likewise!”
Nan Shiying lowered her head slightly, looking at the tabletop whose edge had been shaved off by the splashing tea.
Wan Ku Lou was truly interesting. They chose a useless person to be their楼主, yet they could keep these capable individuals within their ranks. She had killed that young master some time ago. Those led by Xuan Xiao were probably all clapping in approval. If one thought about it that way, they actually owed her a favor.
“Do me a favor.”
Nan Shiying said as she pondered.
“Let’s hear it!”
Xuan Xiao replied.
“Go to hell!”
“What?”
“So I don’t have to do it myself!”
Nan Shiying said nonchalantly.
Zhuge Qingfeng suddenly turned his head, looking at the person who spoke those murderous words with such a calm and emotionless demeanor.
Ever since Huan’er had provoked this person, he knew that she was a ruthless individual with a kind face but a dark heart. However, only now did he realize that he still underestimated her ruthlessness and阴鸷.
This person was a devil disguised in the clothing of a Bodhisattva!