Chapter 109: Attempted Mugging
Han Yu strutted through the sect marketplace like a man who had never known poverty or fear. His robes fluttered dramatically—because he’d dabbed the corners with some wind-dispersing incense he bought from an old granny just to look cool.
The three gold coins in his pouch clinked together like a holy choir singing, "Treat yourself, King."
First stop? Food.
He approached a famous food stall run by a retired cultivator known only as Granny Dumplings. She once cut a spirit boar in half mid-leap and now sold dumplings so good they made grown Foundation Establishment cultivators weep.
She was one of the many cultivators in the sect who didn’t exactly have proper talent for cultivation. She had been an outer court disciple but had never managed to reach the Inner Court due to lacking and eventually retired to work in the Sect’s Market.
"One plate of dumplings with chili lightning sauce," Han Yu declared confidently, slapping down a silver coin like it didn’t hurt his soul a little.
Granny Dumplings raised an eyebrow, nodded once, and delivered. The plate hit the counter. Steam rose like it came from the Heavenly Furnace itself.
Han Yu bit in.
He transcended.
"I think I just achieved Enlightenment," he whispered as a single tear escaped down his cheek.
Moments later, he strolled through the merchant area, buying things he absolutely didn’t need: a jade comb for a nonexistent girlfriend, a scroll titled ’One Thousand and One Ways to bait a cultivator,’ and a custom-made silk head band with embroidered lightning bolts—just one. For the sake of appearances.