Chapter 6 - 5: Lifespan Nearing its End, 3 Threads of Qi Blood
At the entrance of Lishui Street, Lin Xuankong weaved through the crowd with his carrying pole. As he walked, he carefully observed his surroundings. Although he still couldn’t be entirely sure if Ma Xiong and Zhang Wu intended to deal with him, he hadn’t relaxed for a moment since walking back from the vicinity of the inner city.
It wasn’t that I’m overly cautious, he thought, but after so many days of relentless cultivation, I’m finally nearing the Pine Skill Entry Level. If I were to fail at a critical moment like this, I would be a great fool!
At this moment, the roadsides were teeming with people. There were wealthy young masters in elegant clothes and brocade shoes, strolling leisurely with their servants, while beggars in rags, holding broken bowls with faces caked in dirt, bent over and begged by the roadside. However, women were seldom seen walking on the street. Occasionally, one might see a few, but they were seated in small sedan chairs. It was always like this in Great Xia; except for certain festive days, most women seldom ventured out and rarely revealed themselves.
What slightly relaxed Lin Xuankong’s mood were the occasional Taoists in green robes passing by. To my knowledge, these Taoists belong to the Yin Talisman Sect. The Yin Talisman Sect and the Black Tiger Gang have always been at odds. In Yin Talisman Sect territory, Black Tiger Gang members wouldn’t dare kill openly in public! That’s precisely why I chose this street to return home.
He had walked over halfway down Lishui Street and was just two more miles from Wutong Village. Lin Xuankong, who had been walking for over an hour, touched his stomach; his body, growing stronger, also consumed more energy. Despite eating five or six flat cakes this morning, I’m already hungry, even though it isn’t yet noon!
He walked to a stall selling leek-filled cakes on the roadside. The last time he passed through Lishui Street, Lin Xuankong had steeled himself and bought some leek-filled cakes, deciding to treat himself a little.
But when he returned home, his Young Lady had devoured them in just a few bites. It turned out she loved leek-filled cakes just as much as I do!
Recalling how Lii Xiaolan, still wanting more, had licked the leek crumbs off her fingers after finishing the cakes, a smile involuntarily touched Lin Xuankong’s lips.
In an instant, he sighed inwardly; living with me has made it hard for that little foodie!
"Give me six leek-filled cakes!" Lin Xuankong gritted his teeth, taking out six copper coins from his waist and placing them on the table.
"Got it!" The old man quickly wrapped six leek-filled cakes in oil paper and handed them over.
As Lin Xuankong was about to reach out for them, he suddenly felt dizzy, and the world before him spun.