The Sorrowmender

Chapter 14 – Mister has arrived

Mister is here.

Feeling the change in strength and the breaking of the shackle within his dantian, Xu Qingzhou eagerly opened the System Panel to check it out.

[Name: Xu Qingzhou]

[Age: 18/110]

[Current Realm: Realm of Acquired · First Heaven]

[Strength: 15]

[Agility: 3]

[Defense: 5]

[Mana: 1]

[Divine Essence: 1]

[Intelligence: Not Tested]

[Merit Points: 5300]

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The words "Realm of Acquired · First Heaven" in the realm section caught Xu Qingzhou's eye, and he couldn't help but beam with joy.

"Who would have thought that adding points could also enhance my realm? This way, there's no need to painstakingly cultivate."

Seeing the overall increase in attributes, he was in a great mood.

Moreover, he discovered that not only did his overall attributes increase, but his lifespan also extended by ten years.

Previously, he had been worried that the System only provided attributes without giving insight.

Not understanding the path of cultivation, he feared that in a hundred years, his soul would return to the west.

Now it seems he had been overthinking.

Now that adding points can enhance his realm, his dream of longevity seems within reach.

He smiled contentedly, feeling very comfortable inside.

Then he opened the hidden lottery panel.

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Xu Qingzhou raised an eyebrow slightly and said decisively, "Draw."

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Watching the item icons spin wildly on the panel, Xu Qingzhou felt both excited and anxious.

He kept rubbing his hands to ease the anxiety of gain and loss, not forgetting to mutter to himself.

"Good things come in pairs. Heaven, bless me with a nuclear bomb. If not, an ultimate skill or divine power will do. I'm not picky!"

[Ding! You used a lottery chance and obtained an RPG-7 rocket launcher with three missiles.]

"Uh, another modern weapon?"

His mouth twitched as he saw the rocket launcher lying in the System Space, feeling a bit disappointed.

But on second thought, it wasn't too bad. Given his current low realm, using immortal arts might not be as practical as these modern weapons, which could also catch others off guard.

Item: RPG-7 Rocket Launcher

Description: RPG-7 rocket launcher, a modern weapon, an anti-tank missile that can automatically lock onto enemies and strike precisely, capable of obliterating all human targets below Foundation Establishment when unprepared.

Remaining Missiles: 3

"Below Foundation Establishment, even the tenth level of Innate Realm can be blasted away with one shot."

Although he didn't get the divine weapon he imagined, compared to the high-explosive grenade and pistol he drew before, the RPG was much better.

Moreover, the Frostsky City he currently resides in belongs to the Mortal Region, a secular place mostly ruled by human dynasties, where Foundation Establishment cultivators are relatively rare.

Even if there are any, they are reclusive and indifferent to worldly affairs, unlikely to be encountered. Even if encountered, they might be reasonable people.

However, dealing with those of the Innate and Acquired stages is more than sufficient.

Closing the panel, he took a deep breath, then stood up with a smile on his face.

"Spring is truly a wonderful season, haha."

He laughed up at the sky and called out, "Wuyou, let's go eat."

"Coming, Master."

Now that spring had arrived and the weather was clear, Xu Qingzhou no longer had Miss Wang send someone to deliver food. He preferred dining in, seeing all kinds of people, listening to all kinds of music, and most importantly, interacting with people, being admired and respected, and hearing flattering words, commonly known as—flattery.

That feeling was very subtle, a comfort he had never experienced before.

Taking Wuyou out the door, passersby would bow and greet him, respectfully calling him "Mister Forgetting Worries."

And Xu Qingzhou would always wave in response, greeting others with a smile.

It felt somewhat like an emperor visiting Jiangnan, observing the people's conditions.

Passerby A: "Mister Forgetting Worries, good morning!"

Xu Qingzhou: "Haha, morning."

Passerby B: "Mister Forgetting Worries, are you going to eat?"

Xu Qingzhou: "Yes, yes, would you like to join me for a drink?"

Passerby C: "Mister Forgetting Worries, this is freshly picked spring tea. Would you like to take some back to try?"

"Thank you for your kind offer, but I don't like tea. I only have a passion for wine."

"Oh dear, Mister Forgetting Worries, I'm already over 40, and you still call me young lady. It's not appropriate."

Xu Qingzhou solemnly replied, "What's wrong with being 40? Even at a hundred, you're still a young lady. In my eyes, there are only two kinds of women: those under eighteen and those who are eighteen."

"......"

As he walked through the market, it was like a spring breeze sweeping through a sea of flowers, bringing waves of fragrance. The young ladies, aunties, and even the old grannies selling vegetables, though not flowers, smiled more brightly than flowers.

The mountain flowers bloomed so brilliantly, all thanks to Mister's praise.

Many young ladies from wealthy families and noble ladies waited here every day, just to catch a glimpse of Mister Forgetting Worries' elegance.

A pair of seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls, dressed in pink gauze skirts, stood at the street corner, watching Xu Qingzhou's departing figure, whispering to each other.

"This Mister Forgetting Worries is indeed quite handsome, carefree and unrestrained."

"Yes, sister, look at the little girl beside him. I heard she's his disciple. Isn't she adorable?"

"Isn't she? Hehe."

In a four-wheeled carriage, a delicate hand lifted the curtain, and a head tilted to watch Xu Qingzhou with a hint of infatuation and a touch of longing in her eyes.

"Oh, when will I draw that lucky lot, so Xu Lang can relieve my unrequited love?"

Miss Wang's restaurant was called Wang's Cuisine.

Located in a corner of the southern part of Frostsky City, it wasn't bustling, but though it was early morning, the small restaurant was already bustling with people, every seat taken.

Except for one table in the back, which remained empty, reserved exclusively for Xu Qingzhou.

A group of men, wealthy young masters, travelers, and merchants, ordered some food and a pot of warm wine, eagerly looking out at the long street, like young ladies waiting for a general's return.

"He's here, Mister Forgetting Worries is here." Someone at the entrance shouted.

Instantly, the already noisy restaurant became even more chaotic, erupting into a wave of excitement.

One by one, they put down their cups and chopsticks, stood up to greet him, eyes full of excitement and anticipation.

As Xu Qingzhou stepped inside, everyone bowed to greet him.

"We greet Mister, may Mister be well."

Xu Qingzhou waved his folding fan, nodding to everyone, his smile reserved, generous, calm, and composed, a far cry from the fortune-telling charlatan he was three months ago.

Like a swindling sorcerer suddenly transformed into a revered and admired young master.

He bypassed the crowd and sat at the table in the back, while Little Wuyou hopped into the kitchen.

"Master, I'll go order."

"Yes, yes, go ahead."

At this moment, a man hurried over, bringing Xu Qingzhou a pot of fine Daughter's Red wine and pouring him a cup.

"Mister, you're finally here. Everyone's been waiting impatiently."

Hearing this, Xu Qingzhou clasped his fists and looked around.

"My apologies, everyone, for keeping you waiting."

"No, no, Mister must have had important matters to attend to, right?"

"Yes, yes, it's no trouble at all. Even if we wait a bit longer, what's the harm, right, everyone?"

The others echoed in agreement.

"Brother Li is right. It's our fortune that Mister is here. How dare we complain about Mister being late."

Amidst the chorus of "Mister," Xu Qingzhou almost lost himself, a fine young man smiling with eyes like peach blossoms.

He took the wine from the table, drank it in one gulp, smacked his lips, savoring the taste.

Then he put down the cup and looked at everyone.

"Shall we begin now?"

"Very well, very well indeed—"