Chapter 17: Dao Ancestor’s Legacy
Under the morning light, Han Shuangjiang looked at Chu Huaixu with a smile.
“Not yet,” she replied, not lying, indicating she hadn’t eaten.
Her tone remained cold, as if devoid of much emotional fluctuation.
The fox-faced man looked at her and commented, “As I’ve traveled, I’ve found the prices outside the sect to be quite high.”
“Yes!” Han Shuangjiang immediately agreed, with a hint of excitement.
This was the most intense tone Chu Huaixu had ever heard from her.
Realizing her slight loss of composure, Han Shuangjiang felt a touch of embarrassment.
She seemed to always have a habit of maintaining her composure.
“Since you haven’t eaten yet, why don’t we go together?” Chu Huaixu suggested.
Han Shuangjiang’s instinct was to refuse.
However, the other party quickly uttered two words that made it impossible for her to refuse.
“My treat.”
Outside the Outer Sect cafeteria, numerous stalls competed with the sect’s cafeteria for business.
The two found a breakfast stall and sat down, ordering a bowl of wontons, a bowl of vegetarian noodles, and a bamboo steamer of soup dumplings.
For just this small amount of food, they had the audacity to charge 180 wen!
“What kind of scenic spot prices are these!” Chu Huaixu grumbled inwardly.
Han Shuangjiang ate her wontons with a clear conscience.
The education she received from childhood in the brothel taught her: accept the earnest attentions offered by men frankly.
Don’t think there are no simps in brothels.
In fact, even in the 21st century, many people who add contact information for hostesses at establishments like KTVs still end up shamelessly fawning over them.
Han Shuangjiang had no desire to keep a pet, even though she had the capital to do so.
Based on her inherent stubbornness and her desire to protect her last vestiges of self-respect, she would try her best to distance herself from the education she received as a child in terms of her behavior, as if it were just a nightmare from long ago.
She was accepting Chu Huaixu’s treat purely because she had taken good care of him after he had lost consciousness the previous night.
Of course, this was also Chu Huaixu’s stated reason for treating her.
However, he had a slight confusion brewing in his mind.
“Han Shuangjiang is the protagonist of this world, and she possesses the Profound Yin Physique.”
“As for me… by chance, I’ve replaced Xu Ziqing, the world’s protagonist, and taken his script.”
“But the Daoist Sect doesn’t seem to be giving us much preferential treatment?”
“According to the usual narrative, shouldn’t suchheaven’s favored children be invited back to the sect and treated like ancestors!”
“Flooded with all sorts of resources and showered with affection.”
Yet look at the two of them; they don’t even have living expenses.
“Is the Daoist Sect leadership truly so impartial?”
That being said, the only preferential treatment they had received so far was to become acquainted with Niu Yuanshan, a powerful figure in the Outer Sect.
Niu Yuanshan might believe they had the Sixth Elder as their backer and would likely offer assistance should they encounter any trouble in the Outer Sect.
But the problem was, Chu Huaixu currently did not wish to interact too much with Niu Yuanshan.
He didn’t want to end up like some undercover agents meeting up!
As for great figures like Elder Li Chunsong, they resided in the Inner Sect. It was only for him to seek them out; they couldn’t even see his face.
The world’s protagonist, who was currently burying his head eating wontons with elegant posture and had not yet touched the soup dumplings, was indeed the person Chu Huaixu should be clinging to the most right now.
As everyone knows, protagonists are people with profound good fortune, who will have continuous luck on their path of growth, obtaining all sorts of opportunities with ease, and countless chances awaiting them.
Chu Huaixu even knew, when he played “The Borrowed Sword,” that a large guild had accepted a group mission with a generous reward, the task of which was to help Han Shuangjiang clear a dungeon and obtain a master’s legacy!
“What is a world’s protagonist?”
“A world’s protagonist is someone around whom the world revolves!”
Chu Huaixu’s current ambition towards her was simple – to leech off her.
To see if he could get a share of her opportunities, coincidences, and main storyline dungeons.
Clinging to her jade leg and enjoying the ride!
In fact, this vast Daoist Sect was filled with coincidences and opportunities, as well as many hidden dungeons.
Some seniors, before their lifespans neared their end, would leave their legacies in a certain place outside the mountains for those fated to receive them.
They all believed this was befitting a master, considering themselves refined.
This trend was actually initiated by the Dao Ancestor.
Before the Dao Ancestor’s passing, he left behind nine types of mysterious legacies, and… that sword!
Of the nine legacies, seven have been found over the long course of time.
Those who obtained the legacies, without exception, became astonishingly powerful!
Up to now, the last person to receive a Dao Ancestor legacy was Shen Man, the current Seventh Elder of the Daoist Sect.
She was currently confined in a self-made prison within the Purple Bamboo Forest of the Inner Sect, meditating for over a year without breaking through.
“It’s so hard to guess who will obtain the remaining two Dao Ancestor legacies,” Chu Huaixu playfully mused internally.
“Of course, it’s the [World’s Protagonist]!”
And as far as he knew, Han Shuangjiang had obtained both of these Dao Ancestor legacies herself.
This woman’s luck was terrifyingly immense!
“When ‘The Borrowed Sword’ officially goes into public beta, the story’s timeline is the 1,991st year of the Xuan calendar, which is next year.”
“At that time, Han Shuangjiang’s character introduction will already be an Inner Sect disciple of the Daoist Sect, and she will have obtained two of the Dao Ancestor’s legacies.”
According to the rules of the Daoist Sect, those in the Meridian-Opening Stage are considered registered disciples. Upon officially stepping into the First Realm, they are promoted to Outer Sect disciples.
Outer Sect disciples who reach the Third Realm have a chance to enter the Inner Sect.
“In other words, this ice mountain girl has risen directly from the Meridian-Opening Stage to the Third Realm in just one year.”
“And she has also acquired two legacies.”
“When the game first launched, she had only recently entered the Inner Sect, making it difficult for Daoist Sect players to meet her, but her legends could be heard everywhere in the Outer Sect.”
“This means she most likely obtained both Dao Ancestor legacies while in the Outer Sect, and they are likely located in the Outer Sect!”
After realizing this, it was impossible for Chu Huaixu not to have some ideas.
Clinging to her leg, he wanted to see if he could somehow acquire a Dao Ancestor legacy by association.
As for whether to enter the legacy site after somehow becoming associated with it…
—Don’t all men say it slid in?
Only to skim, not to enter, is your lie.
With this thought, Chu Huaixu, who had been eating his noodles, looked up at the cold-faced woman who was gently blowing on the hot wonton on her spoon.
She was so focused on eating her wontons that she hadn’t even touched the bamboo steamer of soup dumplings placed between them.
It was like when you treat someone to a meal, and they, being reserved, only eat the main dish they ordered, not touching any of the other dishes on the table.
“Interesting, quite naive,” he thought.
Chu Huaixu spoke, “Try these, the dumplings are quite good.”
He wasn’t lying; they were indeed delicious. If they were a storefront on Earth, the monthly sales displayed on delivery platforms would be in the thousands at least.
Although a bit expensive, the meat filling inside at least wasn’t substandard, it was real pork, and it contained a bit of hot broth.
Han Shuangjiang glanced up at him and reached for a dumpling with her chopsticks.
She carefully took a small bite first, then gently blew on it again, before finally taking another bite, mixing the meat filling, broth, and wrapper together in her mouth.
“Delicious,” the cold-faced girl thought.
But after eating one, she stopped reaching for them.
He asked her to try, and she truly just tried it.
Seeing her excessive reservation, Chu Huaixu didn’t bother with her.
Out of the eight dumplings in the steamer, seven of them ended up in his stomach.
After eating his fill, he took a sip of the noodle soup and put down his chopsticks.
Han Shuangjiang ate too slowly, even her wontons were savored and eaten with graceful presentation.
After all, that high-class brothel aimed to train her as a courtesan, not a mere wanton.
Her bowl of wontons contained twelve in total, and she, being famished, had only eaten two-thirds of them.
Perhaps sensing Chu Huaixu was staring at her, she look up with a hint of confusion, meeting his gaze.
The fox-faced man, bathed in the morning light, with a thought crossing his mind, uttered without any preamble:
“How about we live together from now on?”
With a “clink,” her spoon dropped into the bowl.
Han Shuangjiang’s beautiful eyes widened slightly in shock, her long, dense eyelashes trembling gently, her mind wavering:
“I’ve only eaten 8 wontons and 1 soup dumpling, and you want me?”
She stopped leaning over to eat and sat up straight.
“I’m not eating anymore.”
