Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 640 - 397: Washing Feet Delicately, The Story of Lin Zhengyi, Dare to Kill My Bear?

Zhengyang City, outside the QianQian Building, the crowd was dense.

The era when the three great pleasure districts of Zhengyang City once led the bloom was now a thing of the past. Since the merger of Eastern Continent and Central Continent, the situation had been turbulent, and the Yue family had amputated themselves. Safety had become the pursuit of the former forces of Central Continent.

With the gold-lettered signboard of Dragon Tiger Mountain, Zhengyang City, compared to when Yi Chen had first arrived three years ago, was now exhibiting an aberrant form of prosperity.

QianQian Building was a re-entrepreneurship of other 'business elites' in Da Yue who were adept in this field, under the banner of Dragon Tiger Mountain. It was said that QianQian Building had a profound background, with even a Supreme Elder of Dragon Tiger Mountain linked to it.

Reliant on their exquisite business knowledge and complex schemes, QianQian Building, as a newcomer, dominated the local service industry, human connectivity sector, and import-export trade upon its arrival in Zhengyang City.

Now the world was in bad shape, and the fairy truly was in the private room~

At this moment, outside QianQian Building,

a dejected young man lay drunkenly at the corner of the street, with more than a dozen jars of wine placed chaotically around him.

Lin Zhengyi, with bleary eyes, stared at Colorful Tower diagonally opposite and took another fierce gulp of wine, muttering to himself, "Xian'er, Xian'er."

Xian'er was a fairy of QianQian Building. Since Da Yue's forces had withdrawn to the two capitals, Lin Zhengyi, who was part of the hawk faction within the peacekeeping forces, couldn't stand it and had left to wander the world in frustration.

By chance, at the invitation of a good friend, he met a female cultivator at QianQian Building, who was none other than the cultivator called Xian'er.

Xian'er was the most innocent and kind-hearted girl Lin Zhengyi had ever seen. Although her cultivation was only in the later stages of refining essence into qi, she only offered foot soaks and never engaged in those messy services.

Indeed, foot soaking was also within the range of services offered at QianQian Building.

This cultivator named Xian'er had inadvertently entered Lin Zhengyi's world, trapping the heart of his younger self.

He didn't even know her real name.

It was now deep autumn, and a light rain had just fallen in the evening. A desolate gust of wind blew through the streets, adding a touch of chill to Zhengyang City.

This city had gained one more heartbroken person.

Touching his purse, he had only a little more than ten taels of silver. The young man gave a bitter smile. At this rate, not to mention visiting Xian'er at QianQian Building, he could hardly afford wine anymore.

After another swig of murky wine, Lin Zhengyi looked up and, when his gaze met the bright red lantern hanging on the third floor of the building in the distance, he seemed to see Xian'er there, right beside the lantern.

Her figure shone brilliantly, her expressive, captivating eyes staring straight at him.

Suddenly, Lin Zhengyi remembered that night again—dim room, beautiful female cultivator, awkward himself.

The tinkling laughter broke the monotony; that night they talked about everything under the heavens, like long-lost friends—from poetry and philosophy to the philosophy of life and the state of affairs.

Lin Zhengyi had never encountered such a soul-match; in that moment, his heart skipped a beat.

At that instant, the sand in the hourglass had all fallen, the hourglass flipped, but the female cultivator was leaving. Gritting his teeth, he generously emptied his pockets.

The hourglass was turned over once again.

Latterly, he visited her numerous times, in that small room where a passionate man, an understanding Flower of Language, and her bright smile illuminated Lin Zhengyi's world.

In subsequent encounters, Lin Zhengyi came to understand why she was there.

A gambling father.

An ill mother.

Parents who favored her brother.

And she, shattered.

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He wanted to take her away!

But he didn't have enough money, because when he came to QianQian Building before, her parents had given all the money they received from QianQian Building to her brother to cultivate at the outer court of Dragon Tiger Mountain...

Even pawning the storage ring that his father Lin Zhenbei had secretly prepared for him was not enough to meet QianQian Building's asking price; it was only enough to see her for a while longer.

For this, he couldn't help writing a long letter home, only to be scolded by Lin Zhenbei, who told him to roll back to the capital as soon as possible.

His mother, who had always doted on him, also didn't stand by him this time.

They had a big fight in the letter.

Helpless, for his beloved,

"I'm going to take her away today, I'd like to see who dares to stop me!" The young man's eyes were resolute, his declaration emphatic as he slapped his long-cultivated Magic Artifact on the table.

Then he was beaten.

For damaging QianQian Building's long table, his Magic Artifact was confiscated, to compensate for QianQian Building's furniture.

Times had changed, the once world-famous peacekeeping forces now only held sway in the two capitals; here, at the foot of Dragon Tiger Mountain, within Zhengyang City, the peacekeeping forces counted for nothing.

"Fuck, is your table made of gold?" The young man shook his wine jug, pouring the last mouthful of murky wine into his mouth.

Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud.

The bitter wine pained his heart, adding sorrow to already burdened thoughts.

What the young man didn't know was that Lin Zhenbei and his wife were already on their way to Zhengyang City from the capital.

Just as Lin Zhengyi was upset and distracted, an astonished voice suddenly rang in his ear.

"Eh, Brother Lin."

"You...you are Yi..." The young man struggled to open his eyes, a glimmer of joy flashing through them.

"Yi what? Brother Lin, be careful with your words, my name is Skyhawk."

"Yi… Skyhawk, please help me." As if grasping a lifeline, Lin Zhengyi began to babble incessantly.

Yi Chen: "..."

Another one who is too naive.