Chapter 20 - Every Tavern I Go, I Find a Villainous Young Master
The banquet proceeded while Ji Guoli exchanged pleasantries with Huli Jiubai. Fu Tong stood there, dying of boredom. He yawned and glanced at his system status.
Na: Fu Tong
Age: 18
Cultivation Base: Qi Condensation Level 6
Active Mods: 2
Current Mods:
- Mod Managent nu
- Infinite Gold Coins
Getting stronger by just breathing in natural Qi emitted from Celestial Fox City felt nice. However, Fu Tong was aware that he would soon hit a wall.
Every cultivation stage was commonly divided into nine sub-levels, which represented the current strength and Qi capacity. The more Qi a cultivator possessed in their dantian, the higher their level was.
When soone reached level 9, they could attempt to advance to a new cultivation stage. However, to do so, they would need specific pill ingredients and an alchemy master to refine the materials into an advancent pill.
Fu Tong's cultivation progress had been faster than average, as Jin Yu had been sharing love with him at night. But without an advancent pill, he would get stuck at level 9 soon.
'I hope I can buy so advancent pills from this city. This place is in the second Chapter's content. Beginner items should be common here... Right?'
While Fu Tong was in deep thought, a middle-aged man approached him. Following behind the man were a group of dancers, wearing skimpy clothes and see-through fabrics.
"Young master. If you're bored, you can follow to a guest house. We will hold a private banquet for you. We also have musicians and servants ready, if you need them."
Fu Tong pursed his lips and glanced at the won. They also gazed back at him.
But upon seeing his face, their mouths slightly gasped in astonishnt. From their perspective, Fu Tong's chisel jawline and defined face looked more mature than his actual age. He also gave off a masculine air, attracting them. So maidens couldn't help but falling in love with him at first sight.
Fu Tong noticed their strange reaction. He wryly smiled as he rembered the effects of a certain status attribute.
Status Attributes:
Strength: 9999
Vitality: 9999
Dexterity: 9999
Agility: 9999
Intelligence: 9999
Wisdom: 9999
Charisma: 100
Luck: 100
The ga didn't show the attributes, but Fu Tong raised his charisma and luck to the maximum value. With 100 charisma, no female NPC would treat him as an ugly bastard or a man with an average face. Even Jin Yu complinted him at night that she sotis wanted to bring him to bed when she looked at his face.
Thinking of Jin Yu, Fu Tong instinctively compared their faces with his wife's. These NPC girls appeared average compared to Jin Yu, despite having smooth skin and well-proportioned figures.
Fu Tong sighed and cupped his fist. "Please give the host my thanks, but I'd rather eat alone if that is possible."
"Of course!" The butler didn't refuse, though he was slightly disappointed. The girls, however, sulked as they lost their chances to be with such a dreamy man.
The dancers quietly retreated. Fu Tong pitied them, but he didn't have the obligation to satisfy their feelings. He followed the butler to a guest house, located in the side building.
Huli Jiubai watched Fu Tong leave. He coughed and vibrated his throat, sending his voice directly to Fu Tong's mind.
'Please stay out of trouble, and be careful. These people are plotting sothing. I heard they tried to seduce you with the dancers.'
Fu Tong heard the voice. He grinned and recalled the technique in the library. Mimicking the skill, he replied.
'I know.'
Huli Jiubai raised an eyebrow, surprised that Fu Tong could use the technique with his current strength. Relieved and proud, he smirked. He continued negotiating trade terms with Ji Guoli.
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After dropping Fu Tong to the guest house, the butler's n brought food and drink to the lone table and left.
The guest house was humble, but it satisfied his need. With only a wooden table, a bed, a chair, and so food supply, Fu Tong could stay there for days.
Fu Tong sighed and relaxed at the table. Picking chopsticks, he ate cooked food for the first ti in a week.
Minutes later, while Fu Tong was filling his stomach, strong footsteps of soone approached, followed by light footsteps. A shadow silhouette of a man and two slender won stopped at the front door, but the soldiers barred the group from entering.
"Young Master Ji. There's an important guest inside. Please leave."
The young man shouted at the guards. "Who do you think I am?! This is my personal room! I'm bringing my new chambermaids over, and I need to use this place. Get lost!"
"Young master. You can use your chamber..."
"My wife is in my room! I can't possibly bring these girls over, can I?! Now, scram! Also, whoever is in there, get the hell out!"
Fu Tong frowned and almost threw his chopsticks at the rowdy man outside. He chugged a jar of water and sighed.
'Ji Ziyan. I know I might run into him, but man. Was this my luck stat at work or was it a coincidence?'
Ji Ziyan was the second Chapter's filler villain, who would appear in a conflict at the Divine Cloud Sect. He would lead a rcenary band and bandits to raid the declining sect and abduct the famous peerless beauty—The sect master of the Divine Cloud Sect.
In the ga, killing Ji Ziyan would offend the entire Ji Clan. Like poking a hornet's nest, endless cultivators from Sea Watcher Fortress and the other cities would swarm the murderer like there was no tomorrow.
Not wanting anything to do with Ji Ziyan, Fu Tong got up. He opened the doors and faced the young master.
Ji Ziyan and Fu Tong stood face-to-face. The young master's red hair, thick eyebrows, and permanently squinted brows made him look edgy and angry all the ti. Fu Tong snorted and walked away.
While trying to step out, Ji Ziyan sneered and grab Fu Tong's right shoulder, looking down on him.
"Where do you think you're going, trash?! Where is your respect?! A Qi Condensing piece of shit like you should know your place and pay respect to first! KNEEL!"
As a nascent soul cultivator, Ji Ziyan could sense and asure Fu Tong's dantian capacity. Deeming him an inferior being, he attempted to show off to the won behind him. His right hand pressed on Fu Tong's shoulder to bend his knees.
But Fu Tong didn't budge. He glanced back with the corners of his eyes and pried Ji Ziyan's hand off his shoulder.
"Boy, never provoke an immortal, or you'll lose your life."
"Hah?"
Ji Ziyan resisted, but his arm's strength failed to move Fu Tong's hand. His fingers slowly bent backward, forcing him to curl his arms and make a humiliating posture.
Giving the Ji Clan's face, Fu Tong released the young master's hand and pushed him aside. He turned around and continued his walk.
Unfortunately, Ji Ziyan had no brain cell. After recovering his hand, he unsheathed the long sword behind his back and roared.
"Do you think you can hurt and leave unscathed?! Give your arm and legs!"
Without hesitation, Ji Ziyan slashed Fu Tong's back, cutting through his clothes.
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