Chapter 939: Chapter 935: Return to the Capital (2)
Wu Ding, Min Shang, and Elder Wu had just emerged from the isolated and backward Pan Gu secret realm and had never experienced the bustling metropolis on Earth.
Their first impression was that this place was similar to the Qiongyao Palace in the Immortal Realm.
“This is an elevator. Let’s go upstairs.” Ye Fan got the room card and helped Li Zhaojun while leading the way.
“Junior, you’re not trying to trick us, are you? You’re letting us into this iron box, won’t it close and trap us inside?” Wu Ding looked at Ye Fan with a playful smile and asked.
Min Shang was the most straightforward. When Ye Fan asked her to enter, she immediately followed because she was afraid Ye Fan would run away.
Ye Fan said with a wry smile, “This little iron box isn’t some magic tool that can trap senior sister?”
Wu Ding laughed as she walked in and said, “You always take us to such strange places. What if it really closes… Hey, it really did close! Do I need to break it open with one palm?”
Ye Fan said, “If you break it, senior sister will have to pay for it.”
With her hand extended and then put down, Wu Ding pouted and said, “Anyway, junior brother and sister-in-law both have money. If it’s broken, you two will pay for it.”
“Senior sister is wrong. The one with money is Zhao Jun, not me. I’m just a bodyguard by her side,” Ye Fan said softly, holding Li Zhaojun’s waist.
In the elevator, Wu Ding was highly alert. She was genuinely worried about an unexpected cultivator attacking her until the elevator stopped on the twenty-second floor, startling Wu Ding when the doors reopened.
Li Bei said, “You experts seem to have never been to Earth. These are just ordinary buildings; no experts would be ambushing here.”
“Just because you haven’t seen it doesn’t mean it’s not there,” Wu Ding retorted. “Now that we’re here, there is one, isn’t there? I want to stay in the same room with my junior brother and sister-in-law…”
Wu Ding was very straightforward, which is why she suggested opening “four top-grade rooms” downstairs: six people, with Ye Fan and Li Zhaojun definitely together, and she would join them, while the others would each have a room.
“Junior sister, shouldn’t you avoid disturbing them?” Elder Wu sensed something and reminded.
“I won’t do anything to them. Even though I’m injured, I must protect junior brother…”
Ye Fan shook his head and said, “Senior sister, it’s best for you to take a separate room. I will personally buy clothes for you all to change into, that way we won’t stand out too much.”
Wu Ding’s face still showed some displeasure, but thinking of Ye Fan buying clothes for her, she felt somewhat touched and nodded in agreement.
Ye Fan first settled Li Zhaojun in the room, and then Min Shang came uninvited.
“How did I forget about her?” Ye Fan felt helpless inside. Wu Ding only talked, but Min Shang acted directly. Min Shang had said Ye Fan could treat her as a female slave, essentially giving him control over her personal freedom. It’s challenging to send away such a woman.
Ye Fan said, “Miss Min, could you please stay and look after my wife? I’ll be back shortly.”
“I’ll go with you,” Min Shang insisted.
Ye Fan said, “If you won’t stay, then stop following me. I need to find someone to protect my wife. If you won’t stay, I’ll call senior sister.”
Min Shang was not well-versed in social conventions and had little emotional attachment, so she finally nodded and sat down near the door to meditate and adjust her breath.
After settling Li Zhaojun, Ye Fan walked to the window and sighed softly, “Although it’s still night, and the scenery hasn’t changed since I left, it feels so different.”
Before leaving, Ye Fan was just an ordinary person, with his cultivation only at the Foundation Establishment Stage. Returning, he was already a Nascent Soul Stage expert, with his lifespan first increasing to five hundred years, and now, post-Nascent Soul, around seven hundred years. He was no longer an ordinary mortal.
“Go quickly, I’ll wait for you.” Li Zhaojun’s tone was gentler.
Ye Fan also noticed that since reuniting with Li Zhaojun, their relationship had grown much closer, thanks in part to his Nine Yang Divine Skill’s Spiritual Energy having gradually melted the ice in her heart.
Ye Fan had just opened the door when he saw Wu Ding standing there.
“Junior brother, this place is so strange. The wall has a mirror, but it’s not a bronze mirror. It reflects me very clearly, and there’s a mechanism, as soon as I touch it, water pours out… and the water seems to have poison!” Wu Ding said seriously.
Ye Fan smiled wryly and said, “That’s just an ordinary mirror and faucet. I can’t explain right now, I’ll do it after buying clothes. If you’re tired, there’s a bathtub… what you call a bath barrel; use the mechanism to fill it with water, and as for the bath towel…”
Ye Fan had to explain to Wu Ding that this was just a regular hotel setup, to help her adapt to human life on Earth.
“Go and return quickly. I really want a bath to wash away my exhaustion. You mentioned the bath towel, I want to try wearing it…”
Wu Ding, at around two hundred years old, was an “old witch,” but her body hadn’t aged, and she had a youthful mindset, keen to try new and fun things.
Meanwhile, Elder Wu and Li Bei had no such worries. Upon entering their room, they immediately sat to meditate and adjust their breath, viewing the hotel merely as a roofed shelter, indifferent to their surroundings.
Ye Fan took the elevator down, only to see people pointing at him from afar, with two receptionists whispering. Even though they spoke softly, Ye Fan could hear them as if they were mosquitoes droning from a hundred miles away.
“…These are the people who were doing performance art earlier. But this one seems like a wealthy young master, with two beautiful women by his side, one even leaning in his arms.”
“Rich people play differently than we do. Should we greet him?”
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Ye Fan shook his head and sighed. When had he, a mere mortal, become a “rich young master?”
Since the day hadn’t yet brightened, even in a place like the capital, open-all-night malls were hard to find. Fortunately, Ye Fan had a method. If buying wasn’t possible, he would “borrow,” not by refusing to pay, but by using his Spiritual Sense to locate clothes, easily break in, find the warehouse storing them, and take ordinary clothes. In the end, he would leave money from his storage bracelet to cover the cost, thus completing the transaction.
Ye Fan believed the amount he left was more than enough to pay for the clothes.
In no time, Ye Fan returned with a large number of bags, only to hear the two receptionists still discussing him.
“Why would a rich young master carry things himself? Maybe he’s just running errands for a lady?”
“Who knows, but it does seem that way now. Glad we didn’t go up to greet him; if he’s a lackey, that’d be amusing.”
The two women were evidently gossips. Bowing their heads to giggle, they looked up to see Ye Fan’s face right in front of them.
“Si… Sir, is there anything we can help you with?”
Ye Fan smiled benignly and said, “Ladies, do I look like someone who would mooch off a woman?”
“No, no, sir, don’t misunderstand, we…”
Ye Fan cast them a cold glance and turned to go back upstairs.