Qin Muyu tossed another stone over: "Alright, you're weak after just waking up. Rest for a day before we set off."
Yu Daohang took the stone and pocketed it. Now, even a top-ranked expert wouldn't make him speak in a hushed tone.
Though, he had never spoken in a hushed tone before anyway.
When it was time to eat, Yu Daohang was still weak, and Qin Muyu didn't know how to cook, so the responsibility of cooking fell to Liu Feng.
But honestly, Yu Daohang considered himself a good cook, yet Liu Feng's culinary skills were even better than his.
This point surprised Yu Daohang.
After eating, Yu Daohang sat cross-legged and began to cultivate. As the saying goes, strike while the iron is hot. His strength was still too weak.
Qin Muyu and Liu Feng, on the other hand, couldn't stand each other, and every casual remark they made was laced with gunpowder.
Ten-thirty in the evening.
Yu Daohang glanced at the two of them and began to discuss how to allocate the rooms: "There's still one room left. Why don't you two make do with it?"
There were only two rooms in the wooden house. It wasn't unreasonable for him, an injured person, to want a room.
Qin Muyu looked at Liu Feng beside him, a smirk playing on his lips, and said mockingly, "You're weak. Why don't you take this room? I don't mind."
Liu Feng also smirked, disdainfully, "What kind of talk is that? My body needs you to yield?
Qin Muyu put a hand on Liu Feng's shoulder, "Your face is pale. You should take it."
Liu Feng pushed away Qin Muyu's hand from his shoulder, chuckling, "My complexion is naturally fair like Daohang's, there's nothing I can do. You should take it. I'm afraid you'll catch a cold!"
The two of them stared at each other, both with malicious smiles.
Yu Daohang listened to their conversation and felt something was off.
It was so passive-aggressive.
"Fine, you two discuss it. I'll go back to my room to rest." Yu Daohang said, quickly getting up and walking into the house, leaving this place of trouble.
What if they started fighting and he got caught in the crossfire?
Back in his room, Yu Daohang closed the door.
Seeing Yu Daohang return to his room, Qin Muyu snorted and got up, preparing to head to the other room.
Liu Feng grabbed Qin Muyu's arm, "What are you doing?"
Qin Muyu pulled Liu Feng's shoulder away, a smug look on his face, "Nonsense, of course, I'm going to sleep in the room. Didn't you say you were afraid I'd catch a cold?"
Liu Feng: "I."
Looking at Qin Muyu walking towards the room, Liu Feng thought: Damn it, you son of a bitch.
Back in the room, Yu Daohang sat cross-legged on the bed and began to cultivate with his eyes closed.
He pondered his current strength.
Kang Long Jian + Samsara Blood Tears + Ghost Horn = Forty-seventh on the Heaven Ranking. It made sense.
Early morning.
Yu Daohang groggily opened his eyes, got out of bed, packed his things, and walked out of the room. He saw that Qin Muyu and Liu Feng had already packed.
Yu Daohang looked at Liu Feng, who had panda eyes: "You didn't sleep all night, did you?"
Liu Feng, without a word, put on his backpack and stood up, "Let's go, depart!"
Yu Daohang looked at Qin Muyu, who was gloating beside him, with confusion: "What's with him?"
Qin Muyu shook his head, a smug look on his face, "Who knows."
After more than a day, the three of them arrived at the village at the foot of the mountain.
Yu Daohang took out his phone, with only ten percent battery left, opened WeChat, found Biao Tao's contact, and took a photo of his token as the forty-seventh ranked expert on the Heaven Ranking, then sent it.
(You know!)
After typing a few words, Yu Daohang sent the message and ignored it.
In a high-end villa in Yangzhou, Biao Tao was embracing a blonde girl, flashing his gold tooth, and teasing, "It's about time for our morning exercise."
The blonde girl giggled playfully, "Naughty~"
Just as Biao Tao was preparing to go all out, his phone suddenly rang.
Biao Tao impatiently picked up his phone from the table. Just as he was about to curse the bastard who sent him a WeChat message, he saw Yu Daohang's message.
Biao Tao looked at the photo Yu Daohang sent, barely believing his eyes: "Holy crap, this is big news!"
"What happened, master?" the blonde girl couldn't help but ask.
"I'll tell you later, I have something to do now."
As Biao Tao spoke, he flipped through a WeChat conversation, screenshotted Yu Daohang's message, and sent it. Then, he flipped to another number and dialed it.
Within two seconds, the call was answered. Biao Tao spoke first: "Quick, quick, quick! Did you see the message? Spread it out quickly, this is a major event that will shock the martial world."
After hanging up the phone, Biao Tao was overjoyed. The addition of a top-ranked expert in Yangzhou was a great thing.
The Supernatural Bureau could be considered the police of this martial world, but they relied on these martial artists. With a top-ranked expert in his jurisdiction, if he encountered any unsolvable trouble, he wouldn't have to go to other jurisdictions to ask for help.
And most importantly, the price would be significantly cheaper.
Arriving at the village entrance, Yu Daohang turned to look at the great mountain behind the village, feeling a bit melancholic: "Who knows when I'll be back after leaving this time."
To be honest, Yu Daohang was quite reluctant to leave the life here. Although the days of cultivating and chopping wood were simple, compared to the deceit and treachery of the martial world, he yearned for life here more.