Chapter 10: Shopping Spree for the Master

The girl with a name giggled in Zhang Da Niang’s arms, her two arms stretching and waving towards Xiao Ranshu.

Zhang Da Niang was delighted: “Does Mushroom also like the Fairy?”

Zhao Yujun’s laughter became even more pronounced, as if she understood her mother’s words, her big bright eyes looking at Xiao Ranshu.

Lao Zhao, afraid that his daughter might be rude to the Fairy, said: “Fairy, the child is young and doesn’t understand, please don’t blame her.”

Xiao Ranshu smiled lightly and reached out to pinch the girl’s cheek.

It was very soft, very bouncy.

Really like a round mushroom!

Lao Zhao immediately relaxed and stopped talking, just watching the scene with a smile.

Zhang Da Niang was even happier: “The Fairy pinched Mushroom’s cheek, our Mushroom…”

Before she could finish.

A voice came from the girl’s mouth: “Auntie.”

It was called out crisply, clearly articulated, with a soft tone.

Xiao Ranshu’s heart almost melted at the call, she didn’t like children, but this girl was really cute!

So, she reached out to pinch the other side of the girl’s cheek.

But suddenly, she stopped.

Huh? Wait…

Wasn’t it said that Mind Opening happens between eight to ten years old?

She’s already calling people, isn’t that speaking?!

Xiao Ranshu looked at the three in confusion.

And the three were dumbfounded, completely petrified!

“Auntie…” Zhao Yujun called out again.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The family of three knelt down again, kneeling so neatly and uniformly.

Zhao Tiezhu knelt down and shouted: “Thank you, Fairy, for helping Yujun with Mind Opening! The grace of rebirth, we cannot repay!”

After shouting, he again performed the act of pressing his head against the brick, motionless, as if every time he was extremely shocked, he was like this.

Lao Zhao, who was usually quiet, just kept knocking his head.

Zhang Da Niang cried tears of joy, two lines of tears flowing down: “My daughter had Mind Opening at five years old! Heaven! Thank you, Fairy! Thank you, Fairy, wuwuwu!”

Xiao Ranshu was dumbfounded, stammering: “No… I, I didn’t do anything.”

Zhang Da Niang thought the Fairy was being modest and started the three kneels and nine kowtows: “Fairy above! The Zhao family will serve you wholeheartedly for generations, be your ox and horse, and when we have some money, we will build you a Living Shrine!”

Even the Living Shrine was mentioned, treating Xiao Ranshu as a deity.

Lao Zhao and Zhao Tiezhu also kowtowed, unable to be stopped, they were convinced that Xiao Ranshu used fairy magic to help Zhao Yujun with Mind Opening.

Seeing it with their own eyes, how could it be fake? Which village child has Mind Opening at five years old?

This is a miracle!

After a good while of gratitude, the family, afraid of disturbing the Fairy, took Zhao Yujun and left the courtyard.

Xiao Ranshu was still in a daze, honestly, she was numbed by the sound of kowtowing, the family would kneel and kowtow at the drop of a hat, impossible to stop.

She didn’t do anything, really just casually pinched a cheek!

Watching the four leave, Xiao Ranshu stood at the courtyard gate and sighed.

The misunderstanding was getting deeper and deeper…

The mountain path was winding and steep, with slippery stone steps after the rain, feeling like one could fall off the cliff at any moment.

She glanced twice and retreated back into the courtyard, her fear of heights couldn’t take it.

In these turbulent times, she was a weak fighter and socially anxious, not daring to walk the cliff path.

Better not go down the mountain in this lifetime.

Thirty miles north of Lingshan Village lies Rongcheng, the most bustling city amidst the surrounding mountains.

By the side of the city’s market street stood a teahouse, its second-floor window pushed open from within.

A young man with a pale complexion stood by the window, gently fanning himself with a folding fan, his expression a mix of amusement and mockery as he gazed down at the street below.

This man was Yan Zhongze, the son of Rongcheng’s city lord.

A voice called out from behind him, “Young Master, Qiu Yue has arrived.”

Footsteps were already echoing on the stairs.

Yan Zhongze, with a broad smile, took a few steps forward to greet him, “Senior Qiu!”

Qiu Yue, still dressed in his Warrior attire with a large blade strapped to his back, smiled and clasped his hands in a respectful salute, “Young Master Yan.”

Yan Zhongze waved his hand dismissively, “Ah! Senior, just call me Zhongze. Are your injuries healed?”

Qiu Yue replied, “They’re no longer an issue.”

“That’s good to hear!” Yan Zhongze said, politely guiding him to sit and enjoy some tea. “Here, try this Mingqian Longjing.”

Qiu Yue neither refused nor commented, quietly sipping his tea.

After they had finished their tea.

Yan Zhongze opened the conversation, his tone filled with excitement, “Senior Qiu, you’re a master of the Enlightenment Realm, yet someone managed to injure you in broad daylight. It’s simply unforgivable!”

Qiu Yue frowned slightly, set down his teacup, and said, “I offended a master, and they chose to injure rather than kill me. It was an act of mercy.”

Yan Zhongze was momentarily stunned, then quickly nodded, “Yes, yes…”

Qiu Yue continued, “Thank you, Young Master Yan, for allowing me and my brothers to rest in the city.”

Yan Zhongze waved his hand magnanimously, “It’s nothing, Senior Qiu. Please consider Rongcheng your home!”

He knew well that with Qiu Yue’s resources, finding a place to stay would be easy. But by offering it himself, providing the best of everything, he gained the reputation of being a benefactor in times of need.

And it would make the other party remember and be grateful.

Qiu Yue added, “But I have tasks at hand and cannot stay long. I must set off soon.”

Yan Zhongze was taken aback, “Senior Qiu? You…”

Qiu Yue raised his hand to cut off the other’s words, “I know what you seek, but my master’s standards for disciples are exceedingly high. I truly cannot help. But rest assured, if Young Master Yan is ever in trouble, no matter how far, I will come to your aid!”

With that, he gave no chance for further persuasion, clasped his hands in farewell, and turned to leave.

Watching Qiu Yue walk away just like that, Yan Zhongze was filled with frustration. He slammed his teacup down, splashing water everywhere.

Through the second-floor window, Yan Zhongze watched Qiu Yue walk down the market street, his face dark with anger.

…

On the market street.

Qiu Yue had only taken a few steps away from the teahouse when he noticed two familiar figures at a stall in the distance.

As he approached, his eyes lit up.

It was indeed the Zhao father and son!

Lao Zhao and Zhao Tiezhu had set off before dawn and arrived in the city just before noon.

This was the busiest time for the market.

The father and son were earnestly browsing, wanting to buy tea utensils for the Fairy, but neither of them knew much about it, so they were at a loss in front of the stall.

Qiu Yue walked up and greeted them, “Old Zhao, Young Master Zhao.”

Lao Zhao and Zhao Tiezhu were surprised to see Qiu Yue, momentarily at a loss for words. After all, the silver they had used to come to Rongcheng to buy things was given by the man before them.

And here he was, addressing them as “Old Zhao” and “Young Master Zhao.” How could they not feel embarrassed?

Qiu Yue glanced at the stall and asked, “Buying tea utensils?”

Lao Zhao instinctively replied, “For the Fairy.”

Qiu Yue suddenly realized, “Why didn’t I think of that!”

Zhao Tiezhu: “Huh?”

Qiu Yue looked at the father and son with a hint of excitement in his eyes: “You two are truly my benefactors!”

Lao Zhao: “Huh?”

Qiu Yue grew even more excited, but as he looked at the tea set on the stall, his brows furrowed.

A peerless master, a martial arts grandmaster.

How could this be?

It doesn’t match!