novelraw Chapter 20 : I Won’t Submit Anyway, Do As You Please
Chapter 20 : I Won’t Submit Anyway, Do As You Please
Chapter 20: I Won’t Submit Anyway, Do As You Please
“This Immortal Master, my sincerest apologies—half a month ago, this inn was already fully reserved.”
At the entrance of Golden Roc Inn, a waiter hurried over and bowed.
Fang Chang covered his forehead, his face twisting in pain.
An oversight!
The predecessor of the True Cultivator Assembly was the Loose Cultivators’ Alliance gathering—what was the defining trait of loose cultivators?
There were a lot of them!
Since this grand event, held once every five years, had already been widely announced to take place in White Egret City, how could it not have been fully booked in advance?
He had entered the city right at the last moment, all alone—and it just so happened to be late at night.
After making a full round,
let alone empty rooms—even spare woodsheds and stables were all taken!
“This kind of thing would never happen in a game…”
At the end of the day,
Fang Chang’s ingrained habits and rigid impressions from 《Fallen Immortal》 were far too deep.
Many times, he simply didn’t even realize certain real-world issues.
“You fool.”
Zhao Yuntong couldn’t help but laugh.
She admired Fang Chang’s ability to plan and strategize.
Yet seeing him suffer like this now, she didn’t feel his image collapse in the slightest.
Instead, there was a sense of closeness in watching him act foolish.
Fang Chang shook his head. “If nothing works, I’ll have to squeeze into a coffin with you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Zhao Yuntong’s voice was soft this time, lacking her usual deliberate flirtation, instead carrying a faint, refreshing clarity.
“My body is soft—squeezing in with a stinky man like you won’t be a problem. But when our faces press together, chest against chest, if you harbor any improper thoughts, I’ll know immediately~”
Alright.
Forget I said anything.
This woman came with an innate seductive air.
“No matter how desperate I am, I wouldn’t develop any thoughts toward a Yin Corpse… Besides, White Egret City doesn’t lack brothels. Spending a bit more money and letting a courtesan press me down for a night isn’t impossible.”
“You dare!”
“Miss Zhao, it seems you still don’t understand your position. You bare your teeth and expect me to be afraid?”
Fang Chang chuckled. “You know, righteous sect disciples can’t bring themselves to stay overnight in such places—but I, a lone man, don’t have such concerns.”
“If you go to such a place, don’t even think about touching a single hair of mine again!”
“What a joke. I barely touch you to begin with.”
Zhao Yuntong froze completely. Her words halted, and she suddenly fell silent, saying nothing more.
Seeing Fang Chang standing still,
the waiter, unaware they were communicating via voice transmission and not daring to offend a cultivator, cautiously said:
“Immortal Master, it’s already late. Perhaps you could return tomorrow to check again?”
Fang Chang tossed out a gold ingot. “How about this?”
The waiter wore a bitter expression. After struggling for a long time, he respectfully returned the gold.
“When the Taiyi Talisman Palace of the Talisman Path reserved this inn, they repeatedly instructed that no one outside the list could be accommodated. I’m just a mortal trying to make a living… please understand…”
Well, if you put it that way, what else could he do?
Fang Chang sighed and turned to leave in regret.
“Wait.”
At that moment,
a soft female voice called out, stopping him.
Fang Chang turned around to see a young girl in blue robes floating gracefully out from the inn.
The girl bowed. “My young lady is willing to give up a room. If you don’t mind, you may make do for the night.”
Fang Chang cupped his hands. “May I ask who your young lady is?”
“Taiyi Talisman Palace, Lü Muxue.”
“I’ve long heard of her. In that case, I won’t stand on ceremony.”
“Please.”
“Please.”
Since someone was willing to yield, the waiter naturally had nothing more to say.
He immediately changed his attitude, leading the way attentively.
They arrived at a third-floor room of the inn.
Fang Chang closed the door and pulled out Zhao Yuntong’s coffin to let it air.
As soon as he opened it, Zhao Yuntong’s bright and gentle face looked over, tinged with coldness and dissatisfaction.
“Lü Muxue? You know her?”
“No.”
“Then why would she give you a room?”
“Doesn’t necessarily mean it was her decision.”
“?”
Fang Chang ignored her.
He went through the storyline about Lü Muxue in his mind.
Lü Muxue, daughter of Lü Mi, the palace master of Taiyi Talisman Palace.
Ranked last in her family—the tenth—above her were nine elder brothers.
She was extremely beautiful, but as her family situation suggested, she was also an extremely spoiled and willful young lady.
Because her appearance carried a slightly youthful look,
players had even given her the nickname “bratty imp.”
Logically speaking,
someone like Lü Muxue wouldn’t give up a room.
But fortunately, she had a Buddhist aunt, Zhang Su.
This aunt, who cultivated Buddhism—seeking not this life but the next—feared that her niece’s temperament would ruin her future fortune. So she had followed her since childhood, performing good deeds under her name to accumulate merit for her.
This act of giving up a room
was something Fang Chang could deduce with his toes—it must have been that aunt Zhang Su’s doing.
Their encounter was purely coincidental.
Speaking of which,
in the Nine Heavens Secret Realm storyline, Lü Muxue and Zhang Su would also be involved.
Without player intervention, the two would be saved by the Little Martial God, Dai Bojun, who arrived late.
But now…
he, Fang Chang, was the only “player” in this world of 《Fallen Immortal》.
As for Dai Bojun—
he was currently in the process of becoming more feminine while diligently cultivating the Yin-Yang Path. Fang Chang couldn’t even be bothered to meet him.
And without the guidance of the White Tiger Soul Body, it was hard to say whether he would still follow the same path in the secret realm—or even come to White Egret City at all.
“Should I save them or not?”
“If Zhang Su could be refined into a Yin Corpse, that would be quite good—Fourth Realm Sitting in Forgetfulness… just lacking a Soul-Link target…”
Lü Muxue?
Forget it.
This girl was already twenty, had been cultivating since ten, and was still at Qi Absorption like him.
Even though in later storylines her cultivation skyrocketed for some unknown reason,
right now, she was unquestionably trash.
Seeing Fang Chang fall into deep thought and no longer paying attention to her, Zhao Yuntong grew somewhat annoyed.
Her crimson eyes shifted, settling on a certain idea.
She quietly walked to the tea table and poured a cup of tea.
Fang Chang glanced at the tea offered before him, raising an eyebrow.
Zhao Yuntong turned her head aside.
A trace of awkward softness and apology appeared in her brows.
“I spoke rashly before entering the inn. Don’t be angry.”
“It’s nothing.”
As Fang Chang accepted the tea and the rim neared his lips, a flicker of joy flashed in Zhao Yuntong’s eyes.
However,
just before he drank it, the cup stopped.
Fang Chang moved the tea beneath his nose, gently swirling it.
He suddenly sneered. “Such a crude drugging method, and you still dared to use it? My cultivation may be lower than yours, but I’m not blind.”
Zhao Yuntong’s expression stiffened.
A flush of embarrassment and anger rose on her pale face.
She slapped the teacup away and lunged forward like a tiger, her front garments swaying as she pinned Fang Chang onto the bed.
Fang Chang remained calm, breathing in the faint feminine fragrance rushing toward him.
“You have no killing intent, and the drug was only a sedative. Otherwise, you couldn’t have bypassed my control. Speak—what do you want?”
“I… I…”
Zhao Yuntong stubbornly bit her lip, her chest pressing lower, its shape shifting under pressure.
Her face flushed red as she stared at him, unable to say a word.
“If you don’t speak, don’t blame me for locking away your soul.”
“Don’t!”
“Then talk.”
Zhao Yuntong suddenly took a deep breath.
Then, with a sharp motion, she tore open her collar—
something startlingly full and striking immediately sprang free.
Yes, sprang free.
And even bounced slightly.
Pale and glistening.
Fang Chang’s eyes widened.
And her next sentence left him completely stunned.
“You’re not allowed to go to brothels. I’ll accompany you instead… isn’t that exactly how a Yin Corpse like me is meant to be used?”
Zhao Yuntong’s voice was resolute, though trembling slightly at the end. The dazed allure in her eyes was already nearly overflowing.
The wind drifted in from outside the window, carrying the ambiguous warmth of candlelight.
After a long moment,
Fang Chang turned his face away.
“I won’t submit anyway. Do as you please.”