The trainees saw Jiangnan’s determined stance and immediately panicked.
It was clear they had to eat it, dead or alive. Xiang Zu’s beating had been for nothing.
No matter how unwilling, they could only open their mouths obediently and wait to be fed. The label of demon instructor was now permanently stuck on Jiangnan.
By this time, the balloons flying in the sky had all dropped down.
To their astonishment, they discovered that not only had all their injuries fully healed, but their spiritual energy was completely replenished, and the total amount had even increased to 150%.
They were utterly shocked.
Was what South God fed them really a reward?
Apart from the uncontrollable nosebleeds and the billion-point stench, everything else was perfect.
Seeing this, the remaining trainees realised Jiangnan truly meant well for them and could only accept it obediently.
But when it was actually held to their mouths, the smell still made them cry.
Three more ginsengs dipped in sauce went down, and three more nosebleed cats appeared on the scene.
…
Ye Xingxuan pinched her nose and swallowed the reward, her pretty face flushed red.
“South God, if you have time, would you like to visit my home?”
Jiangnan blinked. “Your home?”
Ye Xingxuan fidgeted with her hem. “Before the competition, Grandpa heard I mentioned you were coming to Kyoto for teaching guidance. He got so excited his face turned red and he couldn’t sleep all night.”
“He told me I absolutely had to invite you over so he could properly host you.”
“Also, Ye Ye misses you too. He talks about you every day. And… I… I also…”
The more Ye Xingxuan spoke, the redder her face became. She kept spraying noseblood and felt she was about to die of embarrassment.
Yet Jiangnan’s face went pale with fright.
Old Ye excited, face red, sleepless all night?
That was definitely furious sleeplessness and rage-reddened face.
Properly host him? Absolutely wanting a chance to settle the “I King! Holy crap!” grudge.
If he went, he’d definitely get beaten until he cried.
“Eh? Ah~ that… might not be convenient?”
Ye Xingxuan pressed urgently. “Convenient. How is it not? Are you worried about inconvenience? You can come with Instructor Xia and Instructor Zhong. I don’t mean anything else. I just want…”
Jiangnan smiled. “Alright, alright. I’ll definitely go when I have time.”
As if. No way he’d fall for that trick.
Hahaha.
Ye Xingxuan beamed. “Then I’ll take that as a yes. I’ll tell Grandpa as soon as we’re out.”
Once everyone had eaten their reward, Jiangnan led the crowd of madly nosebleeding trainees out of Jian Shan Spirit Ruins.
Xing Da, waiting long at the entrance, loudly praised the seven trainees who had made Jiangnan bleed and, as promised, issued them mandarin duck hotpot vouchers.
The few who received vouchers flushed with excitement, kissed the tickets with a big mua, and spun in delighted circles.
Jiangnan watched speechlessly. These kids were truly pitiful. Look how happy a single hotpot meal made them.
Wang Zhan and Xiang Zu looked wistful. Even now they still hadn’t figured out how the girls had injured the godlike Jiangnan.
The 24-hour training challenge had dealt severe blows to the trainees both mentally and physically.
Jiangnan told them to go rest and await tomorrow’s assembly notice.
Xing Da had arranged spacious luxury apartments for Jiangnan’s group at Kyoto Spiritual University and handed over the keys.
He couldn’t help asking, “Little brother Jiangnan, when do you plan to use those mandarin duck hotpot vouchers? I can arrange it for you.”
“I can give them to you in advance. No need to wait until training ends.”
“This training looked exhausting. How about tonight?”
Jiangnan waved his hand. “No. No need. It’s just a hotpot meal. No rush. I’ve got things to do. We’ll eat when we have time. Thanks, Uncle Da.”
With that, he hurriedly led Zhong Yingxue and the others towards the apartments.
How could eating hotpot compare to Dandelion’s little treasury?
He’d spent 24 hours in Jian Shan Spirit Ruins. Who knew if Gu Xiaowei had completed the handover.
If they got away, he’d lose big.
Xing Da: ???
What hotpot? What was this hotpot nonsense?
You didn’t seriously think mandarin duck hotpot meant actual hotpot, did you?
“Hey. Wait…”
But Jiangnan and the others had already teleported out of sight.
Xing Da was baffled. They’d plunged in without knowing what mandarin duck hotpot really was?
What on earth were they here for?
He could only smile bitterly. He’d explain next chance he got.
In the luxury apartment.
It was already nine in the evening. Jiangnan and the others sat around the living-room coffee table eating honey.
Zhong Yingxue and Xia Yao were sweetened to bliss, while Jiangnan checked the tracker.
From the trajectory map, until noon today, Gu Xiaowei had stayed at Du Lin Hotel.
Then she’d wandered the snack street for three hours before heading to the city-centre Fu Jin Grand Hotel.
She’d been there ever since. The two trackers hadn’t separated, meaning the handover hadn’t happened yet.
Only then did Jiangnan breathe a sigh of relief. It felt like he’d safeguarded his little fortune.
He couldn’t wait any longer. He had to go oversee it personally.
He pulled out a green Teletubby outfit and slipped it on.
“I’m heading out. Little Dimple, sleep with Xuexue tonight. Don’t wait up.”
Everyone stared as Jiangnan brought out the battle suit again.
Zhong Yingxue looked puzzled. “Little Nan? You’re…”
Xia Yao nudged Zhong Yingxue with her shoulder, wearing a knowing little smirk.
(｡⁍̴̛̫⁍̴̛｡)
“Giggle giggle~ Need you ask? Battle suit on means he’s off to do bad things again.”
Jiangnan: (๐‾́ٹ‾́)☛ You get me, little baby.
With that, he zipped up and vanished completely.
Above the skyscraper-filled Kyoto city, a green Teletubby flashed wildly, racing straight towards Fu Jin Hotel.
Zhong Yingxue hugged Little Dimple and rubbed her cheek. “He didn’t even bring Little Dimple. Little Nan must be going to do something super bad, right?”
Little Dimple said sweetly, “No way. Master is very kind. He just didn’t bring me because he was afraid I’d be in danger.”
For a moment, Wu Liang and the other three all stared at Little Dimple with (≖_≖) expressions.
Hey, hey, hey. No matter how you looked at it, that guy had nothing to do with kindness.
…
In the Fu Jin Hotel lobby, Jiangnan, disguised with antennae and in stealth mode, suddenly appeared.
He scanned the surroundings, a smirk curling his lips.
The middle-aged man scrolling his phone in the waiting area.
The couple listening to music on the sofa.
The man leaning against a marble pillar pulling a suitcase. Even the cleaning auntie mopping up snowy footprints.
Though perfectly concealed.
Their occasional glances around the room and pretended head-scratching were clearly signalling and passing information.
What puzzled Jiangnan was that he couldn’t see through their levels. They seemed hidden by some special method.
But he was certain all of them were spirit warriors.
“Dandelion people? Does Perennial Flower have to be this cautious?”
It was just a handover. Did they need such a big show?
This setup suggested the entire Fu Jin Hotel was already under Dandelion’s control.
Or was something else big happening tonight?
But bold Jiang Antenna feared nothing. He only cared about his little treasury.
A teleport brought him straight to the room Gu Xiaowei had booked.
Inside the hotel room, Gu Xiaowei had transformed into an urban office lady look: shirt and suit jacket on top, knee-length black skirt below.
She sat nervously on the bed hugging her backpack, occasionally glancing at the door.
If not for the tracker still inside her that hadn’t been expelled, Jiangnan might not have recognised her.
Yet Gu Xiaowei remained completely unaware that Jiang Antenna had entered the room.
Since he’d confirmed Perennial Flower would definitely come for the handover tonight, Jiangnan decided to stake her out.
He scanned the room and settled on the windowsill behind the curtains. Good spot.
He quietly crept over, hugged his knees and squatted obediently on the sill, hidden behind the curtains, making no sound.
He squatted like that for over forty minutes. His antennae even wilted from the squat. Perennial Flower still hadn’t come.
Gu Xiaowei just sat silently like a mute gourd.
Jiangnan’s face darkened. If he waited longer, his stealth time would run out.
He’d even planned to knock Gu Xiaowei out, transform into her and wait for Perennial Flower himself.
But just as Jiangnan debated whether to act, hurried high-heel footsteps suddenly sounded outside: tap tap tap.
Finally.
A knock came: three light, one heavy.
Gu Xiaowei called urgently, “When is the bright moon?”
A cool female voice answered from outside.
“Look up yourself.”
Gu Xiaowei relaxed. “Come in.”
Jiangnan: ???
(ˀ̣ˀ̣･᷄_･᷅)
What the hell kind of handover code was that?
Even more dramatic than Skinny Monkey?
