After learning a bloody lesson, Qin Mu decided that since he finally got out alone, going to see the young ladies was not a good idea.
That would be like carrying a lantern to an outhouse.
If Aunt Lu or Yan’er Aunt found out, he’d probably get skinned again.
Better to go eat and drink.
What trouble could come from eating?
He refused to believe he could get food poisoning just by dining.
Honestly, it was fitting for the Royal Capital—on his way, Qin Mu was dazzled by what he saw: Cultivators, Scholars, Warriors, and even spotted a super rare Summoner.
After all, this was the Royal Capital of a dynasty.
With the Great Yu Dynasty being one of the top powers on the continent, people flocked here endlessly, making the Royal Capital a mix of all kinds.
Except near the Imperial City or some government institutions—where approaching was forbidden—and in the inner city, where major incidents were not allowed.
In the outer city, causing fatalities was forbidden; otherwise, the Six Doors, who managed the Royal Capital’s security, wouldn’t be so forgiving.
In the Six Doors, it didn’t matter if you were from a Major Sect or an Ancient Clan—they’d seize you first.
Even Noble Families could be taken away since the Six Doors answered directly to the Emperor.
If the Emperor wouldn’t cover for you, then it wasn’t the Six Doors’ business—it was time to call the Imperial Guards.
Hearing this, Qin Mu felt it was just a copy of the Embroidered Uniform Guard—just without the so-called Eastern Depot or Western Depot.
But Qin Mu thought none of this had anything to do with him.
With his Qi Refining Stage cultivation, what big trouble could he cause?
In the Royal Capital, he was as harmless as a butterfly without wings!
Baixiang Tower.
It sounded like a place for seeking pleasure, but in truth, it was quite proper.
Don’t even think about seeing young ladies—though there were ladies here, they rarely showed themselves.
Besides, this was a place to eat.
Unlike other places, food at Baixiang Tower was made from rare medicinal herbs and Spirit Beast meat, so naturally, the prices were… outrageously high.
Qin Mu wondered how expensive it could get.
Besides, today Mo Qiu was paying!
When Mo Qiu saw Qin Mu’s destination was Baixiang Tower, his heart ached.
Even as a Nascent Soul Cultivator with a solid background, a meal here would burn through many Ling Stones.
He couldn’t waste Ling Stones recklessly and only hoped this little ancestor would show some restraint.
Truth be told, such a large Baixiang Tower felt desolate when Qin Mu entered.
There were only a handful of people.
The Innkeeper, seeing customers arrive, hurried over.
“Oh! Esteemed guests, what would you like to eat?”
Qin Mu glanced around.
“Is it always this empty here?”
The Innkeeper smiled.
“Esteemed guest, today is already considered busy. Usually, there are just four or five guests a day—but for our establishment, that’s plenty.”
Goodness, this was the kind of place that could stay open for three years on one day’s business.
No wonder the food here was so absurdly expensive!
Qin Mu’s heart trembled, but thankfully, he wasn’t the one paying.
The Innkeeper looked at the two in front—neither with a strong aura nor wearing the attire of Major Sect disciples—and gently reminded them.
“Esteemed guests, our humble establishment comes with high expenses. Please consider carefully.”
Qin Mu bristled.
Who was he looking down on?
With a grand wave, Qin Mu declared,
“Give us a private room!”
The Innkeeper’s face froze.
“Esteemed guest, only one private room remains.”
Qin Mu was stunned.
Damn, who was so extravagant to almost book all the rooms?
“So wealthy—who is it?”
Qin Mu was curious to see this big shot’s identity.
The Innkeeper answered,
“It’s Young Master Zhang Yang of the Seven Star Sect—he’s the grandson of the Ghost Underworld Patriarch.”
Qin Mu turned to look at Mo Qiu.
Mo Qiu immediately sent a voice transmission:
Young master, the Ghost Underworld Patriarch is a half-step Crossing Tribulation expert.
His grandson is indeed in our Seven Star Sect.
Half-step Crossing Tribulation…
Tsk tsk.
How nice.
If only he had a half-step Crossing Tribulation Grandfather too.
“All right, let’s take the last private room.”
As soon as Qin Mu finished speaking, Mo Qiu flicked a temporary Storage Pouch toward the Innkeeper.
The Innkeeper opened it and immediately beamed.
“Esteemed guests, please come in!”
Inside the private room, Qin Mu directly ordered a meal set beneficial for Internal Energy Opening.
He glanced at the price.
Goodness!
Eighty thousand Ling Stones!
This was faster than robbery—no wonder so few people came and yet the place didn’t lose money.
Mo Qiu looked at the bill.
Luckily, only eighty thousand Ling Stones.
Anything under a hundred thousand was acceptable.
Soon, the dishes arrived.
Just looking at them made Qin Mu’s appetite soar.
As Qin Mu was enjoying the meal, suddenly—
Bang!
The wall of Qin Mu’s room was instantly blasted open.
Then, by sheer misfortune, a figure in white crashed onto Qin Mu’s table.
Crash!
Almost all the plates shattered.
Naturally, the food fell to the floor.
Next—
Boom!
Someone kicked the door open.
The door endured a force it was never meant to bear—then flew off.
Qin Mu stared, dumbfounded, as a red-clad youth stood in the doorway.
“Pah! You still dare run, brat!”
Then, a hand reached from behind and slapped the red-clad youth’s head.
“Move! You’re blocking my way!”
“Ouch!”
A young man in muscular pink entered.
He patted his collar.
“I already told you—stay away from Junior Sister Liu, but you wouldn’t listen. No choice. I didn’t want to make a move, but tonight, you just wouldn’t listen.”
With a cold, sinister grin, the pink-clad youth sneered,
“After this Trial, if one or two people go missing, it’s perfectly reasonable. Tell me—could you be one of them?”
The white-robed youth panted, “Zhang Yang, acting lawlessly like this, you’ll get your retribution sooner or later!”
Zhang Yang threw his head back and laughed.
“Retribution? What a joke! From an Outer Sect Disciple like you!?”
Qin Mu: ……
Are you guys having so much fun that you forgot someone else was here?
At this moment, Zhang Yang also noticed Qin Mu.
But he didn’t care.
“You!”
Zhang Yang pointed at Qin Mu.
“Either get lost, or stay here and keep this guy company.”
“Heh, I didn’t expect the Ghost Underworld Patriarch’s grandson to be so overbearing.”
Mo Qiu, beside Qin Mu, spoke up.
He didn’t expect to encounter such trouble either.
Zhang Yang raised an eyebrow.
“Oh? Since you know who I am, hurry up and scram!”
He perfectly played the role of an arrogant bully—after all, having a half-step Crossing Tribulation Grandfather had always served Zhang Yang well.
But today might be different.
Mo Qiu, a Nascent Soul Elder of the Seven Star Sect—even the Ghost Underworld Patriarch wouldn’t kill him lightly.
As for Qin Mu, there was no need to elaborate.
Both Lu Qian and Wang Yan’er could easily crush the Ghost Underworld Patriarch.
Zhang Yang saw the two unmoved.
“Oh? Seems you don’t understand human speech.”
“Iron Elder.”
As he spoke, an old man in a straw raincoat appeared.
Zhang Yang grinned.
“Kill them all for me!”