Chapter 121 - 114 Departure (Extra update for Big Boss Meiying Bingxin)

Chapter 121: Chapter 114 Departure (Extra update for Big Boss Meiying Bingxin)

“Chen Yuan has left, why are you still up there?”

Below, Wang Dafu called out Wang Ping’s name.

Wang Ping took a deep breath, leaped down from the rooftop, his steps a bit unsteady, and shook his head:

“I know Yuan Ge’er has left, just wanted to be alone for a while.”

“How much have you been drinking?”

Wang Dafu fanned his nose with his hand and grumbled.

He didn’t like to drink, because drinking…

Previously, a girl had even said to him, “Sir, don’t just * all the time, why not have some drink…”

Wang Dafu was disdainful of this; did he spend money to drink? Wouldn’t it be more satisfying to drink at the tavern if he wanted to?

“Didn’t drink much, don’t you know my tolerance? Hand me the saber…”

Wang Ping said, reaching out to Wang Dafu.

“Wang Ping, what are you trying to do!”

Wang Dafu frowned and scolded angrily.

He thought Wang Ping was about to do something unspeakably wrong.

“I want to practice with the saber. What Yuan Ge’er said was actually right; a person should have some ambition. I don’t want to continue like this either. If Yuan Ge’er could become an arrest officer, I’m sure I could too if I cultivated diligently,

and when Yuan Ge’er comes back triumphant, he might be surprised to see me.”

Wang Ping had a serious expression, but the flush on his face made Wang Dafu somewhat doubtful.

As everyone knows, the words of someone who has drunk too much are nothing but hot air.

“You can still practice tomorrow; let’s go back and rest for now,” said Wang Dafu, giving Wang Ping a look.

While speaking, he even pushed Wang Ping’s shoulder.

“Give me back the Strengthening Yang Pill.”

“What?”

“Dad, I’ve asked around these past two days. It’s best for older men to stay away from those places. Wouldn’t it be nice to just drink tea and fish without worries? My mother died early, and I’m counting on you to live a few more years.”

Wang Ping said to Wang Dafu very earnestly, looking straight at him.

Wang Dafu felt a surge of anger. He couldn’t accept being lectured by his son and retorted:

“What do you know? A seventy-year lifespan has always been rare. Ten years of youth, ten years of frailty, that leaves only fifty years. Dividing those fifty years further into day and night, you’re left with merely twenty-five good years,

and then you subtract the days of stormy weather, and the sufferings from the three calamities and six diseases, how many good days are left in a lifetime?”

“I’ve managed this family for so many years; can’t I enjoy myself now?”

“If I don’t enjoy myself while I can, it’ll be too late when I can’t stand up later.”

Wang Ping was at a loss for words and eventually could only say in a hushed tone:

“Can your body take it though, doing this?”

Wang Dafu’s expression remained unchanged, and he turned to leave, “You know nothing.”

As he spoke, he headed towards his own room, not caring about his son who remained where he was.

Wang Ping scratched his head, still unable to understand. He himself was in his prime, and it was somewhat too much even for him; how did his father, nearing fifty, manage to frequent those places?

It was a pity Yuan Ge’er wasn’t there, otherwise, he would have definitely asked for his advice.

Yuan Ge’er had many things tucked inside his head.

If Chen Yuan were here, he would certainly say:

“Visiting the brothel at an old age is just like playing mahjong; you hit more, block more, bump more, and release less!”

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Chen Family’s small courtyard.

Chen Yuan, for once, was not cultivating but instead fell into a light sleep, carried by the faint hint of alcohol.

The next day, early in the morning, Chen Yuan rose as usual to practice with his saber, followed by cultivating. He swallowed more than ten Tiger Bone Pills obtained from the Liu Family, making a step further in his cultivation.

For three consecutive days, Chen Yuan did not step out of his home, continuously cultivating. Aside from the three Mystic Spirit Pills gifted by Zhao Nanshan, he devoured everything he had gotten from the Liu Family.

His muscles and bones had been mostly refined. Apart from his legs, his upper body turned into a pale golden color, and his strength had greatly increased.

By now, Chen Yuan’s cultivation at the Bone Refining Level was nearly three-quarters complete. He estimated that if he slowed down his journey a bit, he could fully complete the Bone Refining Level cultivation before reaching the Prefecture City, with the help of the potency of the three Mystic Spirit Pills given by Zhao Nanshan.

With this, even in Nanling Prefecture City, where there were numerous experts, Chen Yuan would have some ability to defend himself.

He hadn’t really fought with a Qi Absorption expert. The encounter with Liu Shuanghe had been through a surprise attack with the Blood Evil Saber. However, he felt he should be capable enough to put up a fight.

Although consuming too many elixirs could accumulate poisonous residues in the body, he still had ample time to refine and cleanse.

“Hu…”

Chen Yuan let out a long breath of turbid air, his eyes flashing with spirit. The Golden Paint on his flesh slowly retreated into his body until it disappeared completely.

His robust physique exuded a powerful strength at a glance.

Standing up, Chen Yuan dressed himself in green clothes. If he didn’t reveal his identity, he actually looked more like a rich heir, with a handsome and proper appearance, sharp brows, and a straight nose.

Finally, after lighting three sticks of incense before the memorial tablets of his parents and uncle, Chen Yuan began cleaning, scouring the entire small courtyard until it was spotless.

He had already given Wang Ping the keys to his house when they were drinking before, asking him to come and clean whenever he had nothing better to do.

A house, once deprived of human presence, easily becomes overgrown with weeds.

“Creak.”

Chen Yuan closed the door of his home and stood at the entrance for a moment, smiling lightly before he shook his head softly.

He had been in this world for only a few months, and it surprised him that he already had to move to a new place to start anew so soon.

“Ah Fang, the usual.”

Chen Yuan looked at Xiao Fang, who was busy at work and called out to her.

Hearing Chen Yuan’s voice, Xiao Fang suddenly raised her head, revealing a sweet smile:

“Yuan Ge has arrived.”

“Yes, I have.”

“Are you eating here today?” Xiao Fang asked with some anticipation.

“I’m eating here.”

Chen Yuan set down his knapsack and long saber, sitting at a small table, leisurely eating pork buns and occasionally sipping tofu brain.

For two months, Chen Yuan had eaten breakfast here almost without interruption. Now that he was leaving, he truly felt a bit nostalgic for the taste.

“Yuan Ge, are you going on a long journey?”

Xiao Fang asked with a smile, looking at Chen Yuan’s knapsack beside him.

“Yes, I need to go on a trip.”

“How long are you planning to be away?”

“It might be a while…”

Xiao Fang nodded somewhat disheartenedly and didn’t say much more.

After eating, Chen Yuan picked up his knapsack again and left some silver in one corner, waved his hand, and turned to leave.

“Yuan Ge, don’t forget to come back…”

“Okay.”

Chen Yuan left Ping’an County quietly, without telling anyone. Hardly anyone knew he was leaving. Wang Ping did not come to see him off because a few days earlier over drinks, Chen Yuan had told him he wasn’t leaving forever, so there was no need for the sentimentality.

He had already said his farewells to the Beihai Gang. Now, the choice left for Zhu Sihai was to wait for the new County Magistrate of Ping’an County to take office, or to seek refuge with the County Magistrate Wu Qingfeng.

Zhu Sihai, though complaining about the loss of money, did not dare to ask it back from Chen Yuan.

The forty Tiger Bone Pills previously given to Chen Yuan turned out to be of little use.

After leaving Zhou Ji Baozi Shop, Chen Yuan bought a good horse at the City East and rode off from Ping’an County alone. No one came to send him off, nor did anyone know the time of Chen Yuan’s departure.

That day marked the seventh year of Jingtai in the Great Jin Dynasty, the twenty-ninth day of the eighth month, exactly three months since his time-travel to this world.

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The distance from Ping’an County to the Prefecture City was neither far nor close. If one were to ride hard without stopping, at most two days would suffice to arrive. If one traveled leisurely, taking breaks along the way, it would take merely three to four days.

Chen Yuan’s pace was not that quick; his purpose was not expedited travel but cultivation. Though he was riding on horseback, he continued to cultivate, refining the medicinal power of the Mystic Spirit Pill.

Zhao Nanshan was right, the elixir indeed had potent medicinal power. If Chen Yuan’s muscles and bones hadn’t already been largely strengthened, he probably wouldn’t have been able to withstand its potency.

Even so, Chen Yuan could only refine it slowly.

During his cultivation, Chen Yuan also felt a burning medicinal power seeping into his internal organs; his entire body felt as though it was ignited. If he had lifted his shirt, one would see his upper body dotted with golden paint condensing over his chest.

This was the Vajra Glaze Body being subconsciously stimulated.

Suddenly, Chen Yuan’s slightly squinted eyes gradually opened, spotting an inn beside the official road some five hundred meters ahead.

Compared to a small path, this kind of official road was usually quite safe.

Chen Yuan chose to take the official road because, firstly, he had nothing to hide and, secondly, he did not like trouble. Why not just enjoy a peaceful journey?

Inns located beside official roads generally had connections and were well-managed. Besides accommodating passing trade caravans and travelers, many also served as postal stations.

Approaching on horseback, Chen Yuan dismounted, and a servant immediately came forward to lead the horse away, smiling fawningly:

“Sir, should I take it to the back and feed it some fodder?”

Chen Yuan nodded and tossed over some copper coins:

“Feed it some fine fodder.”

“Right away…”

The servant chuckled, pocketing the copper coins as he led the horse away.

Compared to the inns within the county town, the conditions here were undoubtedly somewhat poorer, but Chen Yuan didn’t mind. He wasn’t very demanding regarding food; having wine and meat was enough for him.

“What will you have, sir?”

As soon as he entered the inn, another servant came forward.

“Bring a pot of liquor and two dishes of beef.”

“Sir, about the beef…”

“Not available?”

“We do… It’s just the price…”

The servant in front of Chen Yuan hesitated because, although Chen Yuan’s dress was decent, it did not suggest that he was a wealthy person. Truly wealthy people wore brocade robes.

With the imperial ban on beef consumption, the price of beef remained high.

As usual, the more something was prohibited, the more expensive it became.

“No matter, just bring it.”

Chen Yuan said nothing more, scanning the interior of the inn. There were approximately seven or eight tables of customers eating, with one table of robust men and another table of young men and women in white being the most eye-catching.

The strong men were clinking glasses and yelling loudly, while the young men and women, presumably disciples of some sect, were silently consuming their meals.

“Alright, sir, please wait a moment.”

Chen Yuan nodded and chose the most secluded corner, far from the table of robust men and young individuals. He did not want to cause trouble; surely being farther away would prevent any issues, right?

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The cliffhanger is quite intense…

Thanks to the grand patron Meiyin Bingxin for their sixth donation of ten thousand coins!

Thanks to the grand patron Li Shang Ruo Xie for their sixth donation of ten thousand coins!

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