In the morning light, Han Shuangjiang looked at Chu Huaixu wearing a smile.
"Not yet." She replied honestly, indicating she hadn't eaten yet.
Her tone consistently icy, as if barely any emotion fluctuation.
The fox-faced man looked at her and sighed, "I found the prices in the Outer Sect are rather high along my journey here."
"Right!" Han Shuangjiang swiftly agreed, with a touch of excitement.
It was the most intense tone Chu Huaixu had heard from her.
Realizing she had shown a bit of lapse, Han Shuangjiang felt a little embarrassed.
She seemed to always be habitually reserved.
"Since you haven't eaten, how about we eat together?" suggested Chu Huaixu.
Han Shuangjiang instinctively wanted to refuse.
However, he quickly uttered two words she couldn't refuse.
"My treat."
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Outside the Outer Sect cafeteria, there are many stalls competing with the sect's cafeteria business.
The two found a breakfast stall, sat down, ordered a bowl of small wontons, a bowl of noodle soup, and a basket of dumplings.
Such small items, and they dare charge 180 coins!
"What a tourist destination pricing!" Chu Huaixu mocked internally.
Han Shuangjiang ate the small wontons, feeling perfectly justified.
The education she received at the brothel from a young age was: when a man voluntarily offers politeness, just accept it plainly.
Don't think there are no bootlickers in the brothel.
In fact, even in the 21st century, many people in such singing and touching venues add the club ladies' contacts, followed by relentless bootlicking.
Han Shuangjiang didn't have the mood for keeping a dog, although she had ample capability to do so.
Based on the stubbornness in her bones, and maintaining that last shred of self-respect, she tried her best to sever connections with the education received since childhood, as if it were merely a long-ago nightmare.
She was now accepting Chu Huaixu's invitation merely because she cared for him sincerely when he was unconscious last night.
Of course, this was the apparent reason for Chu Huaixu's invitation as well.
However, he had some small doubts inside.
"Han Shuangjiang is the world's protagonist, also a Profound Yin Body."
"As for me... by coincidence, I replaced Xu Ziqing, the protagonist, and took over his script."
"But the Daoist Sect doesn't seem to give much preferential treatment?"
"In usual tales, such Heaven's favored should be treated as ancestors upon invitation to the sect!"
"Showered with resources, spoiling them."
Yet look at us, not even having living expenses.
"Does the sect leadership really treat everyone equally?"
The current sole privilege might be the acquaintance before Niu Yuanshan, an influential figure in the Outer Sect.
Niu Yuanshan might think we have Sixth Elder as our backing, offering help if running into trouble in the Outer Sect.
But the problem is, Chu Huaixu currently doesn't want much contact with Niu Yuanshan.
Lest it becomes an undercover meeting!
As for bigshots like Li Chunsong of Elder Level, they are in the Inner Sect, unreachable for us, he only seeks us.
She kept her head down while eating the small wontons, her eating gracefully, never touching the basket of dumplings between them, demonstrating exactly what Chu Huaixu needed most right now to cling onto.
The so-called protagonist, known for immense fortune, prosperity throughout their growth, acquiring attendances, endless opportunities awaiting them.
In fact, Chu Huaixu while playing "Borrowed Sword", knew some large guilds handled a lucrative group task, aiming to help Han Shuangjiang raid dungeons, assisting her in obtaining seniors' inheritance!
"What is the protagonist?"
"The protagonist is someone the world revolves around!"
Chu Huaixu's current ambition towards her is simple—to borrow some of her fortune.
Opportunities, lucky chances, main quests... see if he can gain any benefit.
Hold onto the jade leg, and enjoy the ride!
In fact, this vast sect crammed with secrets and opportunities, possessing numerous hidden quests.
Some seniors before their demise leave inheritance in some secret place Beyond the Mountain, for their destined successors.
They feel this assert high-spirited style, portraying elegance.
This trend was driven by the Dao Ancestor.
Before Dao Ancestor's demise, he left nine mysterious inheritances and... that sword!
Among the lengthy years, seven of the nine inheritances have been discovered.
Those who found the inheritance, without exception, became formidable masters!
Up to date, the latest beneficiary of the Dao Ancestor's inheritance is currently Inner Sect's Elder Qi, Shen Man.
She is painting imprisonment in the Purple Bamboo Forest, locked in enlightenment for over a year, yet to breach.
"It's hard to guess, who will obtain the remaining two Dao Ancestor inheritances?" Chu Huaixu jested inwardly.
"Naturally, the 'world's protagonist'!"
Moreover, according to him, the two Dao Ancestor inheritances were entirely pocketed by Han Shuangjiang.
Her luck is terrifying!
"Upon 'Borrowed Sword's formal beta, the timeline is Xuan Calendar 1991, which is next year."
"By then, Han Shuangjiang's character is already an Inner Sect disciple, and obtained two Dao Ancestor's inheritances."
According to Daoist Sect's rules, those in Acupoint Opening Stage are Registered Disciples, upon entering First Realm, they become Outer Sect Disciples.
Once Outer Sect Disciples cultivate to Third Realm, they have chances accessing the Inner Sect.
"In other words, this ice princess within a year's time surged from Acupoint Opening Stage directly to Third Realm."
"Furthermore, acquired the two inheritances."
"By beta launch, she had just entered the Inner Sect not long ago, Daoist players barely saw her, tales about her abound in the Outer Sect."
"Meaning, the two Dao Ancestor inheritances were likely attained whilst in the Outer Sect, almost certainly in the Outer Sect!"
Once comprehended, Chu Huaixu must hold some clever intentions, inevitable.
Cling to her thigh, seeking to gain Dao Ancestor inheritance.
As for grabbing inheritance, whether entering the inheritance realm...
—A man eventually slips inside!
Traditional lies artistry.
Upon this thought, Chu Huaixu raised his head while eating noodles, glanced towards the cool-faced girl blowing gently on steamy wontons on her spoon.
She focused intently on eating the small wontons, the basket of dumplings placed between them, untouched.
Similar to inviting someone for a meal, being polite only to eat their main dish, abstaining from the table's offerings completely.
"Slightly interesting, somewhat naive." He thought.
Chu Huaixu suggested, "Try them, these dumplings are quite nice."
He wasn't lying, indeed they were tasty, over on Earth renting a store, minimum monthly sales easily in thousands on delivery platforms.
Pricey, yes, but the meat fillings were authentic, not cutting corners, genuinely pork, with slightly scalding soup within.
Han Shuangjiang lifted her eyes, glanced at him briefly, then picked one up with her chopsticks.
She cautiously bit a small opening, gently blew into it, then took a bite, enjoying the blend of stuffing and juices with the dough.
"Tasty." A voice murmured in the cold-faced girl's heart.
Yet after eating one, she ceased to continue.
Being asked to taste, she genuinely just tasted it.
Chu Huaixu observed her excessive politeness, yet chose not to mind.
Of the eight total dumplings, seven ended inside his stomach.
Having been satisfied, he drank some noodle soup, set aside his chopsticks.
Han Shuangjiang ate exceedingly slowly, pausing over small wontons in deliberation, showcasing graceful eating etiquette.
Afterall, the high-end brothel aimed to cultivate her into a Courtesan, not merely an indecorous floozy.
Totaling twelve small wontons, the famished girl consumed two-thirds.
Perhaps realizing Chu Huaixu gazed upon her, she lifted her head, encountering his gaze.
Facing morning glow, the fox-faced man, impulseless, unexpectedly stated:
"How about we live together from now on."
"Clatter," the spoon fell into the bowl.
Han Shuangjiang was taken aback, her beautiful eyes widened a bit, lengthy eyelashes slightly quivering, mind trembling:
"Devour 8 little wontons, 1 small dumpling, and you want me already?"
She ceased leaning over the table, sat upright:
"I won't eat anymore."
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