I Just Won t Play By The Book Chapter 22 - The Largest Ticking Time Bomb

Chapter 22: The Largest Ticking Ti Bomb

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

After explaining to the three Yu Sisters that this was the size for Mortal Grade rooms and that the inn did not provide services such as sending dressing tables to one’s doorstep, as well as other common-sense issues, Jiang Beiran finally got the five Sisters settled in their rooms. Although this ti around, all five of them were 100 percent reluctant.

“Bang.”

Closing the door of his room, Jiang Beiran felt slightly relieved. These five rich young ladies had even less common sense than he had when he had just crossed over to this world. In their world, inns provided silk quilts, Purple Forest Grass incense, and baths filled with flower petals, as well as other services.

This made Jiang Beiran very curious about what kind of inns they used to stay in because as far as he knew, even the Heaven Grade rooms of so county inns wouldn’t offer these luxuries.

‘Is it indeed true that you can do whatever you want if you have the money?’ he thought to himself.

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After resting for a while, Jiang Beiran took off the Suit of Blending In and changed into a set of inconspicuous coarse clothing. He then left the inn. It was rare for him to descend the mountain, so of course he had to go out to trigger a few more options.

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“Eh! Master Wu, you’re here. What do you want today?” a voice called.

“Get two pieces of fatty at, finely chopped. The finer the better,” soone answered.

“Okay! Just watch.”

Passing by a at stall, Jiang Beiran, who heard the conversation, watched as the butcher finely chopped two pieces of good foreleg at. The butcher then carefully pulled out two sheets of bamboo and linen paper and wrapped them up separately, then tied them up with string.

“Master Wu, your at is ready. It’s 20 pence in total,” the butcher said.

The burly man whom the at stall owner called Master Wu took the at and casually said, “As usual, put it down on my account first. At the end of the month, I’ll pay everything together.”

After hearing this, the at stall owner’s face fell and he said in a nervous, flattering tone, “Master Wu… Since last month, you…”

“Eh!?”

The at stall boss had only finished half of his sentence when the burly man referred to as Master Wu glared at him fiercely.

“What, you don’t trust , Wu Kui?” Master Wu asked.

The courage that the at stall owner had finally managed to muster up had now instantly disappeared, and he repeatedly attempted to pacify the man with a smile. “How dare I, how dare I. I just asked casually, only casually. Have a good day,” he said.

At the sa ti, three options popped up in front of Jiang Beiran’s eyes.

[Option One: Approach and help the at stall owner by administering justice. Completion Reward: Sword of Sirius (Yellow Grade High Tier)]

[Option Two: Take action in secret and teach Wu Kui a lesson. Completion Reward: Helt of Vishnu (Yellow Grade Middle Tier)]

[Option Three: Stay where you are. Completion reward: Random basic attribute point 1]

After choosing Option Three, Jiang Beiran watched as Wu Kui said, “That’s sensible,” before leaving without a worry, disappearing around the corner of the street.

“Alas… How am I to survive such circumstances?” The at stall owner sighed and wore a lancholic look. Finally, he could not help but pick up the rag on the counter, draping it in front of his eyes and wiping hard.

“Boss, give two pounds of pork,” soone said.

The at stall owner, who was upset, hurriedly put down the rag, gave a big smile, and asked, “Okay. Which part do you want?”

“Neck and so pig ears would be good.”

“You sound like a connoisseur. Do you need help cutting it up?” the butcher asked.

“No need. Just wrap it up for .”

“One part neck, one part pig’s ears! Co, keep it well. The pig ears are cheaper, so that’ll just be 18 pence,” the butcher told the man.

“I’ll leave the money here.”

“Okay, hang on, let count… Hey, sir, where are you going!? Hey! Co back! I haven’t counted it yet! Co back! You godd*mn piece of sh*t!!!”

The at stall owner had exited the stall and chased after the man with his knife when he realized that the young custor had disappeared into the crowd. He couldn’t find the young man no matter how hard he looked.

“Son of a b*tch! Don’t let catch you! If I catch you, I’ll skin you!” he yelled.

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Right after he finished yelling, the at stall owner saw a crowd of townspeople surrounding him. He waved his kitchen knife around in anger and shouted, “What are you looking at? Go your own way!”

Seeing that the at stall owner was behaving like a madman, the townspeople who were yelled at scattered without daring to respond.

“Alas…”

When all the onlookers had left, the at stall boss finally sighed long and hard, and his body seed to have lost all its strength.

His gaze was listless as he returned to the front of the at stall. The owner looked at the small cloth bag that the godd*mn piece of sh*t had left in the corner of the stall.

“Motherf*cker!”

The at stall owner roared and took the cloth bag, about to throw it to the ground, but found that there seed to be so weight inside. Although he thought it was unlikely to be money, the at stall owner still held a sliver of hope as he pulled the cloth bag open.

“This!?”

The at stall owner’s eyes shot wide open because what was inside the bag was actually three pieces of silver.

“Three… three silver coins!?”

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The at stall owner whispered loudly in a state of disbelief.

Jerking his head up again in the direction the young man just disappeared in, the at stall owner’s mouth hung open.

Finally, he ca back to his senses. “Bang! Bang! Bang!” He kowtowed loudly three tis and fiercely slapped himself in the mouth.

“You godd*mn piece of sh*t, kicking up a fuss for no good reason! You didn’t even utter a word of thanks to your benefactor!” he said.

After scolding himself, the at stall owner swore in his heart that if he saw his benefactor the next ti, he would thank him properly. However, in his heart, he could not recall the young man’s appearance.

‘Strange… usually I can rember the face of every custor. How could I forget the benefactor’s appearance!? Alas! Wang Fugui, Wang Fugui! You piece of sh*t. You’re really incredibly dumb! You’re f*cking useless in important situations!’ he thought to himself.

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After thinking that, he gave himself another fierce slap.

At this ti, Jiang Beiran, carrying two bags of at, had reached the end of the street. He was thinking about what the owner’s expression would be when he went back and saw that the cloth bag had three pieces of silver inside.

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‘Alas, in this chaotic world, no one has an easy ti surviving. That is all I can help.’

Although the various miserable encounters he had just after crossing over to this world made Jiang Beiran determined to be a sophisticated egoist, after seeing the people’s misery countless tis, in the end, he still could not maintain a heart of stone.

For this reason, after carefully studying the various anings of the options offered by the system, he developed a complete set of rules for helping people.

Simply put, provided that his own safety could be ensured, there were certain situations in which he could help in a roundabout way.

Firstly, he couldn’t help the people that he would often have the opportunity to be in touch with, such as the Brothers in the Sect of Returning Hearts. Regardless of whether he knew them or not, Jiang Beiran would not bypass the options of the system to help, because it was easy to trigger subsequent events.

For example, the way Liu Zijin found him this ti was most probably a result of Jiang Beiran’s constant inability to harden his heart when serving as an Iron Seal.

Most of the ti, Jiang Beiran would do his best to make himself look very ordinary in everything that he was doing, as he knew that he must keep a low profile. So, he had thought about deliberately doing nothing several tis when he was serving as an Iron Seal, which would cause the new disciples to fail the trial quest. That way he would lower the 100% success rate he had as an Iron Seal so that it would not be so eye-catching.

But whenever those young junior Brothers looked at him helplessly and asked, “Brother, what should I do?” Jiang Beiran could never bear to harden his heart. In the end, he could only think, ‘After all, the system did not pop up with any options to tell that keeping this success rate would be dangerous,’ in order to comfort himself.

This was what led to his much higher than average reputation as an Iron Seal. Although Jiang Beiran told them not to promote him, inevitably there would be a few accidents such as with Liu Zijin.

Secondly, when phrases like [Stay away from here] [Pass by] [Do nothing] appeared in the options the system offered, Jiang Beiran would not help either. He would promptly leave as he should, without the slightest bit of hesitation.

If it followed these two rules that he absolutely had to uphold, sotis Jiang Beiran would also help the people who were oppressed. It was as if it was a bit of paynt for an attribute or skill point.

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Two hours later, Jiang Beiran, who had triggered nearly a dozen options, was satisfied and did not intend to continue his walk around the streets of the town.

It was not that he felt that he had too many points, but once he had triggered the options more than 30 tis in a row in a single day, he felt like he had made a fortune. When he went out the next day, he found that there suddenly weren’t that many options being triggered anymore.

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It made Jiang Beiran, who had gotten used to relying on the options to avoid disaster, feel very insecure. He stayed in the room and did not go out the whole day. The options only returned to their normal state on the third day. On top of making him feel uneasy, this also made Jiang Beiran understand that he must not trigger the options of the system excessively, or the latter would go on strike.

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In addition, not only had he gained a large number of points from his night walk, but he had also gained a preliminary understanding of the dark and evil forces in Luoxia Town.

Before crossing over, when Jiang Beiran read wuxia novels, he had always admired the great heroes who upheld righteousness and punished evil. However, after crossing over to this world, he suddenly found that these heroes were sotis no different from the triads.

Were there really heroes who served the country and the people without expecting anything in return? Of course there were, but they were very, very few.

Many rogue heroes naturally grouped into various gangs, often also becoming sworn brothers, forming forces one after another. These forces had no regard for the country’s laws, only the rules of the triad. If soone dared to violate these rules, then so other person would act as a judge and attempt to resolve matters the triad way.

And when such forces expanded until they were large enough, they would beco an extrely powerful force.

So of them developed into cults in the eyes of the governnt and the righteous, while others had ford large warrior clans with strong tribal and familial flavors.

In such a clan, the patriarch would be the boss, and the family rules would be the rules of the gang. All the gang mbers were like a family, sharing honor and sha together.

Be it a cult or a warrior clan, there was never a lack of talent. After all, not every cultivator only had swords and music in their mind, nor were they all practicing their skills just to give back to society for the benefit of mankind.

Most of them were only in this for their personal desires.

So even if it seed as if soone was only a small-town gangster with a small amount of strength, it was common for soone to find out after beating that gangster up in an attempt at upholding justice that he was actually a minor mber of a specific religion or gang.

These kinds of people would, out of nowhere, take out a firecracker and shout at you, “As this arrow is fired and passes through the clouds, a thousand troops will gather!”

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These gangs valued their prestige the most. So, even if the minor mber you hit had almost zero connection with them, they would still swarm out for no reason other than you not respecting a mber of their gang.

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So, every new place Jiang Beiran visited, he would check whose territory it was while triggering the options to take precautions.

The investigation process was also very simple. He only had to go to so random restaurants or small shops. It would not take long to hear a few gangsters shouting, “Today we, XX Gang, are booking this whole place!” or, “In this region, who would dare to disrespect our XX Association?”

For example, when Jiang Beiran passed a tavern just now, he heard a drunken man shout, “Brother, don’t worry. In Luoxia Town, you just need to tell them my na, Bigfoot Ma of the Yellow Gang, and everyone will have to show you so respect.”

Jiang Beiran had heard the na Yellow Gang ntioned many tis when he descended the mountain. It was a gang that had erged in recent years. He heard that this gang had a skilled warrior of the rank of Great Mystic Practitioner, so they had developed and grown rather quickly.

After earning enough points and learning the information he needed to know, Jiang Beiran walked back to the inn and went into his room.

He closed the door, lit the oil lamp on the square table, sat down, and drew out a few strands of sedge from the storage ring.

Throughout the day, the Suits of Blending In had perford very well, causing the five Sisters to not attract any attention at all. So, Jiang Beiran decided to continue to improve the suits and further strengthen their hidden features.

This research went late into the night. Jiang Beiran was deep in thought as he looked at the dozens of straw hats with different shapes sitting on the table. He sat thinking about what other features could be added to it.

“Ah!”

Jiang Beiran yawned, feeling a wave of drowsiness hit him. He put all the straw hats into the storage ring, deciding to think about it tomorrow.

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Chewing one of the breath-freshening pills that he made himself with the Heart-Clearing Grass, Jiang Beiran, who had completed his oral hygiene routine, was just about to fall into bed when he saw three options pop up.

[Option One: Go straight to sleep. Completion reward: Moving Stars (Earth Grade Middle Tier)]

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[Option Two: Go and instruct the Sisters not to run around again. Completion reward: Golden Snake Crane-Catching Fist (Black Grade Middle Tier)]

[Option Three: Go to the entrance of the inn and observe secretly. Completion reward: Random basic skill point 1]

The reward of the Earth Grade Middle Tier scared Jiang Beiran wide awake. How could he still sleep? After quickly choosing Option Three, Jiang Beiran took out a set of his specially-made clothes for night travel from the storage ring and put them on. He jumped out of the window and ca to the inn door.

Then, in less than ten minutes, Jiang Beiran saw a figure leave the inn. It was none other than Fang Qiuyao, who should have been staying in her room at the mont. But, fortunately, she was still wearing the Suit of Blending In.

‘Ugh… This girl is really the biggest ticking ti bomb,’ Jiang Beiran thought to himself.

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He had originally thought that his words in the afternoon could help wake her up, so he had still wanted to let her digest them slowly by herself. However, now it seed as though she had digested nothing…

After poking her head out and looking around a few tis, finding that no one was paying attention to her, Fang Qiuyao boldly walked out of the inn. She went toward the place where the bean curd stall had been overturned when they first arrived.

At the sa ti, three more options appeared in front of Jiang Beiran’s eyes.

[Option One: Capture Fang Qiuyao and take her back into the inn. Completion reward: Dance of the Clouds (Black Grade High Tier)]

[Option Two: Make Fang Qiuyao aware of your presence and go back to her room out of self-awareness. Completion reward: Swallowtail Divine Spear (Black Grade Low Tier)]

[Option Three: Follow her quietly. Completion reward: Random basic skill point 1]

Seeing these three options, Jiang Beiran understood the system’s intention after giving it a little thought.

“The intention is to let this girl face the cruelty of society once?” he said to himself.

Jiang Beiran thought it was a good idea so, shrugging his shoulders, he chose Option Three and jumped onto the roof, quietly following Fang Qiuyao.