bestfiction Chapter 351 "Your Satisfaction Guaranteed"
Chapter 351 "Your Satisfaction Guaranteed"
"Okay, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
The "guide" readily agreed, and Zhong Ming even felt that he had been careless again. Would this kid just take the military merit points and run away?
The man smiled broadly, surprised that Zhong Ming hadn't haggled, implying he was well-off, but also worried that Zhong Ming might be someone of some status and wealth, and what if he got upset and caused Zhong Ming serious trouble?
Having spent a long time here, one can at least recognize people's clothing; the jade pendant at the waist proves that the person in front of him is at least not a lowly nobody.
Zhong Ming followed him for a couple of steps. The man tried his best to smile and reminded him, "Fellow Daoist, you should be careful in this area. Protect your storage bag and don't let anyone steal it."
He stared at his "guest," but Zhong Ming simply waved his hand, telling him not to worry.
The "guide" was somewhat disappointed. This was an experienced person. A normal person would have checked their storage bag location or made some unusual physical movements after being reminded, but Zhong Ming did not. It seemed that he wouldn't be getting his "steal share" from the Beggars' Sect today.
As for Zhang Youcai next to Zhong Ming... he's a greenhorn who doesn't have a storage bag at all, or rather, he has nothing.
"Fellow Daoist, you can just call me Abao."
"Abao? Okay, where do we go next?"
"How is your stamina, fellow Daoist? If you are at the fifth or sixth level of Qi Refining, you may come with me."
With a casual pull, Zhang Youcai somehow ended up on Zhong Ming's back, seemingly floating on clouds.
"You can just go."
The man moved with agility, lightly touching the ground, and his body floated several meters away. Zhong Ming's steps were much more steady, and while he could be described as leisurely strolling, he was also swift and steady.
Both of them were quite fast. At first, they were on the main road, which was crowded with people, but after he turned into a slightly narrower alley, their speed increased dramatically.
Zhong Ming carefully observed the man's footsteps and saw that he was a skilled practitioner of light footwork, but his cultivation level was not high, probably only around the third or fourth level of Qi Refining.
"Fellow Daoist, how does it feel? If you think it's too slow, you can make it even faster."
"Hurry up, then."
Upon receiving this message, the "tour guide" sped up even further, his footsteps kicking up dust as he landed. A strong wind swept across his face, and the familiar chiming of bells terrified Zhang Youcai.
Abao's breathing was already a little uneven. He occasionally glanced back when he turned a corner. Zhong Ming seemed completely unaffected, so he gave up on his plan to take him to the gang's place. At worst, he would take him to his old friend's brothel... oops, wait, the inn, to try his luck.
I have to earn something eventually. I can't just run around all day for twelve military merit points, can I? I might as well go beg for food at the Beggars' Sect.
After many twists and turns, he reached the end of the alley.
Zhong Ming paused for a moment, slowed his pace, and suspected that there was an ambush nearby.
The next moment, his eyes widened as he watched Abao leap onto the wall, actually landing on the roof of someone's house.
“Hey, you…”
"Don't worry, this mansion hasn't been sold yet, no one lives there, and there are no restrictions."
He knew this place all too well; the resident here was the second-in-command of a gang who had been hacked to death.
Zhong Ming was skeptical and questioned, "Is this the shortcut you were talking about?"
“Oh dear, fellow Daoist, there’s no need to be so moral. When the city of Jueya divided the housing areas, it only divided the houses. The walls between the areas do not belong to either side, so these walls can also be considered public areas.”
Abao spoke with great conviction, and Zhongming said, "You go first, and I'll come up when no one is holding a bamboo pole to pick you up."
After a while, Zhong Ming suddenly leaped up, looked into the room, and confirmed that no one was there and that he did not see any spiritual energy fluctuations before following them.
One after the other, Abao, Zhongming, and Zhang Youcai "flew across the walls and rooftops," bypassing a large number of houses and alleys in an instant. Then he jumped onto the "balcony" of an inn.
"Hey, what you're doing...."
"It's run by my brother, so you can rest assured."
Zhong Ming jumped up and saw a sign hanging on the balcony railing that read, "Smoking area. Smoking is prohibited inside the inn unless you have reached the Golden Core stage."
Unlike ordinary people, cultivators pursue inner peace. The cigarettes they smoke do not relieve their worries, but rather, like the incense for calming the mind, they are used to stabilize their spirit.
Soon, Zhong Ming understood why smoking "dry tobacco" was not allowed in the store.
As soon as he pushed open the door, a throng of beautiful women appeared, their silks and satins fluttering before him. The ambiguous glint of jewels and their gentle, captivating whispers were like two warm breezes washing over him. Ahead...
It's not so much that spring's beauty has just begun to emerge, but rather that spring's beauty has burst forth like a dam breaking.
When a massive blend of incense is burned, just one whiff is enough to make your mind sway and you lose control; the precious fresh fruit and nectar become the least important things at this moment.
Zhong Ming immediately took a half step back, closed his mouth and nose, and started using oxygen stones.
This isn't the way to go fishing!
"Over here, guest. If you'd like to come, I'll bring you here tonight." Abao pulled him aside, urging him softly, first whetting your appetite. This exciting scene would then keep replaying in your mind throughout the rest of your journey.
It's a little trick, like a mirage, that etches the image into your mind like a photograph.
The effect is mild and won't kill anyone, but if it's even slightly more severe, the not-so-happy big shot will smash the shop to pieces.
If you want some peace and quiet, the town god's tobacco shop has connections too.
Without a second thought, Zhong Ming immediately followed him downstairs.
After passing through a waterfall-like spiritual barrier and entering the first floor, you find a proper scene. It's like a semi-open teahouse, with most of the seats occupied by tired customers taking a break. The prices are reasonable, and it's located on the main road leading to the fishing spot, making it a thriving business.
With a serious expression, Abao said to Zhong Ming, "We can't mess around from here on out. We have to walk the rest of the way carefully, and it's best not to run away."
Ahead lies a grand avenue paved with spirit stone bricks. Even an armored rhinoceros would be completely swallowed up by the crowd here, appearing from above as nothing more than a large insect.
Standing on the street and looking up, the magnificent city in front of you is like a giant tower reaching into the sky, with only half of the "tower" visible.
And they are walking toward its base.
"Abao, could this be a volcanic lake?" Zhong Ming had seen this before. Cities built along the mountains eventually swallowed the mountains completely during continuous expansion and reconstruction, turning them into the foundation of their own high city.
Ah Bao chuckled and waved his hand, saying, "You'll see later."