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At the East Tower, Yang Yan had already gathered with his two maidservants and a dozen guards around several tables, beginning their dinner. A day of hard work had left the guards quite hungry. After Wind Sweeps Away the Clouds, Liu Dong placed a few jars of aged wine on the table, unsure whether to indulge or not. The dozen armed guards slowly savored the wine, taking only small sips, revealing their restraint.
With a change of clothes, he transformed from a ragged figure into a refined gentleman in an instant, laughing heartily at the contrast.
Upon entering the inn, Gu Ping, one of the guards, confronted Yang Yan sharply, suggesting that he might have had too much to drink. Keke had been lying in Yang Yan's carriage for several days, which was likely why the guards were looking at Bu Luo with such scrutiny.
"Thank you for the compliment, Brother," Gu Ping replied with a chuckle. "I can hardly be called a refined gentleman."
Their laughter eased any previous tensions; seeing Gu Ping tease him like that made Yang Yan feel more at ease than he would have among other young masters.
"What are you waiting for, Yuan San'er? Hurry up and apologize to the Daoist priest," Yang Yan said, giving a pointed look to the guard who had just laughed.
"Oh well," Gu Ping said as he turned to Yuan San'er. "Let me raise a bowl to all of you."
With that, Gu Ping lifted his wine bowl and downed it in one go.
"Not bad at all! You think you can outdrink me, Yuan San'er?"
Yuan San'er raised his own bowl in response and downed it as well. He wiped his mouth clean and tilted his head to see what Gu Ping would say next.
"Miss Meng's great kindness saved me from Dongyi. I must toast her for her help," Gu Ping declared.
No worries, it's only natural for people in the martial world to help each other in times of need.
As soon as Gu Ping took his seat, someone nearby began to stir up trouble.
He said, "Kid, I don't deny it. Looking at their young lady, if you want to marry her, you need more than just a grand wedding procession and a hefty bride price. You'd need hundreds of acres of good land and titles of nobility. In the capital of Great Jin, the line of suitors for their young lady stretches far beyond what you can imagine. I don't see any sincerity here."
"How can there be no sincerity?"
Gu Ping shouted loudly, and with a flash of silver light, a red gemstone the size of an eyeball appeared in the center of his leg. The guards stared at it in disbelief, not knowing how Gu Ping had managed that.
"Do we know what that is?"
"Hmm."
Gu Ping seemed to have figured it out. Yang Yan casually noted that those guards were just some rough martial artists from the jianghu. To put it bluntly, they were simple folks—straightforward and honest. If they knew something, they would say so; if not, they would just shake their heads. There wasn't a single pretender among them. Even Yuan San looked at Gu Ping with confusion.
That was an ancient Demon King's Demon Pill, which had been lost in the wilderness after its owner's death and happened to be found by him. For an ordinary person, even wearing it for years could prolong life and maintain youth.
"Demon King's Demon Pill? This kid really thinks he's a deity now, haha!"
"Why wouldn't we believe it? Let's see."
Gu Ping played with the demon pill in front of everyone, making it fly around. Some tried to reach out and grab it but were met with the gem dodging away immediately, causing everyone to burst into laughter.
Even Gu Ping didn't understand why, when walking with those rough men, all the burdens in her heart were cast aside, and she no longer thought too much. The moments of playful banter from Yan Dong brought a sense of fulfillment to Gu Ping's spirit.
Suddenly, Yang Yan's loud shout broke the lively scene. He wasn't seeking any magical elixirs; he simply wished for the Little Girl to be willing to take the Daoist priest as her master and learn the ways of cultivation.
"I want to cultivate," he blurted out, and only then did Gu Ping feel it was a good idea. However, at that moment, Yang Yan looked at her with a gaze full of doubt. Gu Ping helplessly said, "Please be quiet for a moment."
Yang Yan suspiciously followed Gu Ping into the room. As she closed the door and turned around, it felt as if Yong Tuo had arrived at that scene she had dreamed of countless nights. The memories of helping Gu Ping escape from danger lingered in her heart, never forgotten.
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