Chapter 116: A Lesson

Hanhan enjoyed better treatment than Gu Xueyuan; the master personally took care of her, leaving Gu Feng only to prepare the materials.

Watching Long Xue’er tending to Hanhan with such care, Gu Feng thought of Gu Yan and wondered how she was doing.

“Hey! What are you thinking about? Hurry up and carry the medicine bucket!” Wen Xingguo smiled at Gu Feng, implying he should carry the bucket like him.

Hanhan’s medicine bucket was small; Gu Feng lifted it with one hand, gave Wen Xingguo a sidelong glance, and set off.

“Let’s travel at full speed! Ten kilometers ahead, there’s an inn where we can stay,” he said.

The three were all experts; traveling ten kilometers at full speed was merely a blink of an eye.

The inn stood at the intersection of four main roads—east, south, west, and north. Unless one avoided the official roads, passing by this inn was inevitable.

Arriving outside the inn just past noon, the sun blazed fiercely. Many people were seated in the inn's first-floor hall, chatting. When they saw Gu Feng and his companions, their unusual appearance drew all eyes.

“What’s their business?” someone asked.

“What’s that they’re carrying?”

The sharp-eyed waiter, holding a cloth, hurried over enthusiastically: “Welcome, travelers. Are you here to stay or dine?”

Gu Feng tossed a gold coin to the waiter. “We’ll stay.”

Seeing the gleaming golden coin reflecting the sunlight, the waiter’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Right away, three rooms for the travelers. Please come inside.” In his heart, the waiter was even more thrilled—this was a fat sheep, indeed.

Inside, the innkeeper asked, “How many rooms do you need?”

“Three.”

“Do you want... to use those wooden buckets?”

“No, just prepare the best wine and dishes.”

Clatter!

Gu Feng threw over a hundred gold coins onto the table. “Is this enough?”

The innkeeper’s eyes gleamed with gold light. “Enough, more than enough.”

Soon, the waiter led the three to their rooms.

The innkeeper watched them leave, pocketed the coins, then hurried into the kitchen.

Unaware of anything else, one might have thought he was going to prepare their meal.

In the kitchen, the innkeeper moved a bowl in the cupboard; a faint sound came as a hidden underground entrance opened against the wall. After he stepped inside, the door closed automatically.

Gu Feng smiled slightly, already understanding the situation, thinking this kind of life was interesting. The only dull part was knowing everything in advance—there was no real sense of danger.

Sensing Gu Feng’s thoughts, the system chimed: “Ding! Host, you may now disable all surveillance, scanning, mapping, and other assistance systems. Self-reliance is the true path.”

Gu Feng rolled his eyes; he wasn’t looking for trouble, so why would he disable them?

After settling their medicine buckets in the rooms, the three reconvened.

A table by the window on the first floor was already laden with wine and dishes. The trio sat down and began eating.

This midday meal was quite safe, especially since they planned to stay overnight here. The inn had no reason to rush.

While eating, a burly man approached Gu Feng’s table and plopped down in an empty seat. Looking at the three, he said, “You three are heading to the capital, right? It’s dangerous along the way. Want to hire a bodyguard? I’m Zhang Biao, an eighth-level Spiritualist—strong and sturdy. Only fifty gold coins, and I’ll safely escort you to the capital. How about it?”

Gu Feng smiled. “With so many experts around, fifty gold coins seems reasonable. After all, it’s on their way.”

“Exactly,” said another. “What’s an eighth-level Spiritualist? I’m Zhang Biao, a ninth-level Spiritualist with tremendous combat power. I can even take on tenth-level Spiritualists. Fifty gold coins, and I’ll escort you to the capital.”

At that moment, a familiar voice came from outside: “So hot! Waiter, bring good wine and dishes—I’m going to feast.”

He entered, scanned the room, and saw Gu Feng smiling back.

“Boss! It’s really you! You tricked me so badly! Didn’t you say you’d call me when leaving? You left me waiting alone in Mu Wang City!”

“Waiting alone? Then how did you know we left?”

“I heard rumors…”

Gu Feng gave a warning look, signaling Gu Dongliu to stop talking, lest they scare Hei Dian into hesitating and ruining the fun.

Glancing at Zhang Biao, Gu Feng asked, “He claims to be a ninth-level Spiritualist who can fight a tenth level. What about you?”

Talking about cultivation levels excited Gu Dongliu: “Boss, I’m already an eighth-level Spiritualist.”

“Eighth level—pretty good.”

Gu Feng placed fifty gold coins on the table. “If you can defeat my brother, you won’t need to escort us to the capital, and these coins are yours.”

The burly man was displeased. Such a good opportunity, and he couldn’t miss it.

“Wait, little brother—I was here first. If there’s a fight, it’s mine first!”

“Can you beat Zhang Biao? If not, forget it.”

“Uh!”

He lacked confidence to defeat a ninth-level Spiritualist like Zhang Biao.

Still unwilling to back down, he boldly declared, “I can’t beat him, but I can beat your brother.”

Gu Feng smiled and said to Gu Dongliu, “You’re being underestimated. Don’t embarrass me—take him down in one move.”

Men cared about face. Gu Dongliu immediately fired up, “Fine! One move. Outside.”

Gu Dongliu stepped out first.

The burly man looked at Gu Feng. “If I win, those coins are mine.”

“They’re yours.”

“Good.”

With Gu Feng’s approval, the man grabbed his giant axe and went outside.

Gu Dongliu watched the man and cautioned, “Are you ready?”

The man raised his axe confidently. “Bring it on!”

A sword appeared in Gu Dongliu’s hand, its blade shimmering with azure light, attracting everyone’s attention.

“A spirit weapon? A spirit weapon indeed!”

The burly man’s confidence wavered upon seeing the spirit weapon in Gu Dongliu’s hand.

“Take this!”

Gu Dongliu was a wind-style warrior, extremely fast, specializing in explosive power.

With a burst of speed, he swung his sword.

The man reacted quickly, raising his giant axe to block.

He refused to believe that such a small sword could cut through his heavy axe, even if it was a spirit weapon.

Pfft!

Crash!

The giant axe was cut in half, and a red line appeared on his forehead, growing wider until it split in two. He collapsed with blood and innards spilling onto the ground.

Ugh!

Those with weak stomachs vomited all they had just eaten at the gruesome sight.

Gu Feng tossed ten gold coins to the waiter. “Clean this up.”

Money made things move swiftly, and the waiter was thrilled.

Gu Dongliu looked at Zhang Biao. “Your turn.”

Zhang Biao was a ninth-level Spiritualist, confident in his power. Even with Gu Dongliu’s spirit weapon, he was unafraid.

“Alright, let me show you the might of a spirit weapon.”

“Die!”

He struck first, wielding a long spear.

Gu Dongliu shouted, “Let me show you the true power of a spirit weapon!”

“Wild Blade Assault!”

A massive gust of wind slashed toward the skinny man.

He was shocked—this was a Spiritualist’s attack technique.

“No!”

He tried to dodge but was too slow.

“Overlord Spear!”

The spear clashed against the wind blade.

Crack!

The steel spear was cut in half.

Pfft!

The wind blade sliced through the thin man’s body, tearing him apart.