Chapter 347 - 220: Two Demons Fight (3)
The inn looked quite grand. Guests flowed in and out in a constant stream; it was clearly one of the more famous establishments in the county seat.
Fang Yue stepped inside. An attendant immediately came forward, greeting him warmly, "This way, Sir! Are you here for a meal or for a room?"
"A room," Fang Yue said plainly, handing over an ingot of silver. "Get me one of your best rooms."
The attendant took the silver, his eyes instantly brightening. His attitude grew even more solicitous. "Right away, Sir! This way, please! I’ll arrange the best room for you at once!"
With that, the attendant led Fang Yue deeper into the inn. Fang Yue followed, impassively observing the establishment’s interior.
The inn’s decor was indeed quite luxurious. Both the main hall and the corridors exuded an air of wealth and prosperity.
Soon, the attendant led Fang Yue to one of the best rooms, opened the door, and said respectfully, "After you, Sir! This is one of our inn’s finest rooms. I guarantee your stay will be comfortable."
Fang Yue nodded and entered. The room was furnished quite elegantly. With its soft, comfortable bed, it certainly lived up to its reputation as a superior room.
"If you need anything else, Sir, please don’t hesitate to ask. I’ll be waiting downstairs," the attendant said.
"Bring a bucket of hot water up," Fang Yue said. He planned to take a bath, change his clothes, and then rest properly.
For the next several days, Fang Yue remained at the Yuelai Inn. He wasn’t in a hurry to leave the county seat, choosing instead to settle in for a while.
He knew he was in serious trouble; that black-robed man would not let the matter rest.
Therefore, he needed time to handle a few things and to recover from his injuries.
He had first fought those thirty-six Pseudo-Innate masters, then clashed with King Changping.
Although Fang Yue had made it look easy, he had in fact sustained significant injuries.
「Several days passed in a flash.」
Fang Yue’s injuries had mostly healed.
It was then that he took out the object he had taken from King Changping’s body.
It was a brocade box inlaid with gold thread—clearly an extraordinary item.
Fang Yue opened the box to find a Jade Pendant resting inside. It was a vibrant, uniform green, as if it contained an endless well of Life Force.
He picked up the Jade Pendant to examine it more closely. Both its material and carving were of the highest quality; it was obviously no common trinket.
A lifelike dragon was carved upon it, its body coiled and its eyes blazing with such spirit that it seemed ready to burst forth from the jade at any moment.
A thought stirred in Fang Yue’s mind. ’Could this Jade Pendant be some kind of token?’
’Or perhaps some kind of treasure?’
He secretly speculated that the Jade Pendant might have been a symbol of King Changping’s status, or perhaps the key to some power he wielded.
Either way, it was a hot potato.
But since it had fallen into his hands, there was no way he would give it up easily.
After staying at the Yuelai Inn for a few more days, Fang Yue felt his injuries were more or less healed and decided it was time to move on.
He knew he couldn’t stay in one place for too long, otherwise he would risk exposing his location.
Before leaving the county seat, Fang Yue made a special trip to the market to purchase some dry rations and daily necessities.
He disliked being delayed by trivial matters on the road, so he always prepared in advance.
Once his purchases were complete, Fang Yue left the county seat and set out for his next destination. His movements were unpredictable, like a gust of wind sweeping through the various corners of Liangzhou Prefecture.
During this time, he encountered his fair share of trouble.
After all, in this era, a lone traveler was always an easy target for bandits and Roving Bandits.
But given Fang Yue’s strength, such minor nuisances were beneath his notice.
And so, Fang Yue wandered throughout Liangzhou Prefecture for several months.
He had no specific destination, simply going wherever the road took him.
One day, Fang Yue arrived in a small town.
The town was located on the fringe of Liangzhou Prefecture, nestled among the surrounding mountains.
Most of the town’s residents made their living by hunting and gathering herbs. Though their lives were arduous, they were content.
The moment Fang Yue stepped into the small town, he sensed a distinct atmosphere. Although the townspeople were dressed simply, their faces were filled with sincere and enthusiastic smiles.
They greeted one another and chatted, exuding a sense of rustic simplicity and harmony.
Walking the town’s streets, Fang Yue couldn’t help but slow his pace. He found himself rather enjoying this quiet and ordinary way of life.
His recent period of wandering had exposed him to all kinds of people and customs, making him cherish this simple and pure lifestyle all the more.
This simple life also made the Primordial Qi in Fang Yue’s body flow with greater vigor.
His mastery of Martial Arts had unexpectedly risen to a new level.
After several months of wandering and gaining experience, not only had Fang Yue’s strength increased significantly, but his mindset had also undergone a subtle change.
He was gradually coming to understand that the pursuit of the Martial Dao was not merely an ascent in power, but also a cultivation of the heart and an insight into life itself.
That evening, Fang Yue sat in one of the small town’s teahouses, sipping coarse tea and listening to the surrounding hunters recount their strange adventures and amusing tales from the mountains.
Their stories, full of a love for life and a reverence for nature, filled Fang Yue with an unprecedented sense of peace and contentment.
The teahouse proprietor, an enthusiastic middle-aged man, saw how engrossed Fang Yue was and came over to strike up a conversation. "Sir, judging by your accent, you’re not a local. Where might you be from?"