Chapter 305: Does Anyone Want to Buy the System?

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"Is that Keqing over there? Even prettier than a 2D character." After drinking some alcohol, Su Lin's face flushed slightly as he peered through binoculars at the purple-haired girl wrapping up offal at a cow-tripe stall: "I've crossed countless worlds just to see her once—I'm tearing up, folks, who understands? Oh, Mingfei, you get this one-sided crush feeling, right?"

"I don't get it!" Lu Mingfei shrieked like a startled cat: "Big bro! I beg you, stop being sarcastic—my girlfriend's right over there!!!"

Su Lin could be shameless, but Lu Mingfei couldn't afford to be!

"I'm more curious how you recognized her at a glance—aren't there differences between a 2D character and a real person?" Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan filled his pint glass with Drunken Life and Death, clinked it with Li Huowang's, then swallowed a sober-up pill to clear his head.

Zhongli added from beside him: "I told him just now when Yuheng Star walked past downstairs."

As Zhongli spoke, he declined Meng Qi's application and raised his glass to Su Lin, who was acting as the livestream camera.

"Aren't you only into 2D characters?" Kleen, having learned from last time, grabbed a tray first and devoured the cake—the chocolate-like texture and unique cream flavor spread through his mouth: "Of course, if you're serious about leaving singlehood, all my puppets give full support."

It's just too bad the girl ended up with this guy—but better her than the group members suffer.

The famous five-star general MacArthur once said: "Give Su Lin the power to do as he pleases, and he'd dare to toy with Ye Fan, who stands above the Sacrificial Dao."

Yi Leina took a small sip, her face flushed as she sat on a recliner, bound by her own magical chains: "So this guy finally reveals his ambition! Terrifying—being someone he once idolized, I must be careful."

Su Lin smirked without smiling: "I suggest you stay mute—it's still a gap between 2D characters and 3D ones."

"Interdimensional dating, pure deliciousness." Lu Mingfei's eyes lit up: "Consider it?"

"I like flowers—does that mean I pluck them and you let me smell them? I like the wind—do you stop it? I like clouds—do you make them hover over me? I like the sea—do I jump in?" Su Lin shook his head, gazing at the bright moon: "Your understanding of 'like' is too shallow, too crude, Lu Mingfei. I'm disappointed in you."

Han Li nodded: "We cultivators must sometimes defy heaven—but sometimes we must seek the natural."

Purple Gold Divine Dragon: "Aowu! So heartfelt—I like it!"

Lu Mingfei's mouth hung open; already tipsy from Drunken Zui Zui Xian Niang Niang, his mind now spun uselessly.

"One hundred percent plagiarism." Kleen pulled up historical projection evidence.

"You're just a repressed type," Ye Fan downed a cup of wine, visible spiritual aura leaking from his nose and mouth; he exhaled deeply, leaned close to Su Lin, and raised an eyebrow: "Ask yourself honestly—have you never been moved by any of the beauties in our group?"

Su Lin fell silent.

Ye Fan's lips curled into a knowing smile. Was Su Lin's repressed nature really so deep he'd cultivated Gu Tianwang's utter detachment? He didn't believe it for a second.

"Rabbits don't eat the grass around their burrows—but you're no rabbit," Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan winked.

Seeing everyone's eyes turn to him, Su Lin's expression remained blank as he pulled a rusty metal trash can from history and dropped it before Xing, who was slightly drunk, eyes glazed.

Bang ping kuang dang—

The clang of the trash can hitting the ground and its lid flapping open and shut was jarring, making Xing slightly more alert.

With flushed cheeks and dazzling eyes, as if she'd discovered something profoundly fascinating, she lifted the metal lid and shoved her entire upper body inside.

"Why are there little crayfish?"

Ye Fan: "."

Su Lin turned to the slightly farther Penglai Penglai Shan Huiye: "Huiye, what are you eating?"

"Grilled offal," Penglai Penglai Shan Huiye said, holding a skewer in her right hand and a cup of wine in her left, eating and drinking with no princessly decorum: "Want some? Roasted turkey skewers—probably mixed with a bit of my internal organs."

She pulled out several more skewers, still steaming.

Lu Mingfei's face twisted in revulsion; he shuddered and stepped back two paces: "So this is actually a thing? Hahaha…"

Li Huowang, who had just been tempted by the smell of the skewers, yanked his hand back in shock—what was this beautiful girl saying?!

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan: "."

So that's what she borrowed a light for earlier… to grill this?

"Thank you, no," Su Lin kept smiling, pointing his thumb at Yi Leina: "Oh, here's another human trash."

Sssss—

Su Lin effortlessly dodged several magical bullets and ice spikes, spun seven hundred twenty degrees midair to avoid spatially tearing dimensional rifts—but as he landed, he stepped on an explosive alchemical trap.

Flames blazed across the sky; nearby cultivators thought the organizers had launched fireworks and began applauding, shouting for more.

When Su Lin crawled out of the swirling vortex of dimensional rifts, a dollop of cream cake was smeared on his face. He stared blankly: "If I'm guilty, heaven will judge me."

I truly wish I could return to the days before I cultivated Gu Tianwang—I must've been a looks-only guy back then.

"Though I think you're trash too," Ye Fan, after careful thought, addressed Su Lin—who was unharmed but had a blob of cream on his face—and said: "But sorry."

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan nodded, glancing at Su Lin with guilt: "Sorry."

"I only respect the beauties in our group—no improper thoughts," Zhang Chu'an said, his eyes dimmed, raising his cup: "Enough said—everything's in the wine."

Gulp gulp gulp!

Zhongli smiled helplessly and once again declined Meng Qi's entry application.

"Drink slowly—the night has only just begun," Su Lin pulled a pot of Wu Dao Tea from historical projection and poured a cup for each person: "Don't be polite—use this to sober up. Tonight, the Fool is here—we can have Wu Dao Tea to our heart's content."

"Thanks a lot," Kleen gripped his teacup tightly—Su Lin's meaning was clear: when his spiritual essence was low, Kleen would fill the gap.

"Wu Dao Tea?" Li Huowang peered curiously at the tea in his cup, where a faint Dao rhythm seemed to shimmer; just smelling it made him feel refreshingly clear, and he suddenly understood subtle details of his cultivation techniques.

"This is a precious thing—but unfortunately…" Ye Fan's voice suddenly cut off. His hand trembled as he held the teacup, the final words stuck in his throat, unspoken.

At that moment, Zhongli and Han Li also turned to look—glancing from their own cups to Li Huowang.

In an instant, the previously lively atmosphere vanished, leaving only the clatter of the metal trash can, Luffy's chewing, and the snores of sleeping guests.

"Unfortunately… what?" Li Huowang asked, confused.

Ye Fan's smile grew rigid; Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan's pupils trembled; Kleen silently pulled a new pot of Wu Dao Tea from history.

Amid a violent cosmic explosion, a mathematical formula appeared in everyone's minds.

Historical Projection / Magical Projection: Li Huowang???

Ye Fan slapped his palms over his eyes, took a deep breath—as if he'd glimpsed a future.

Things approaching truth—or rather, things that were originally true but existed only briefly—add a touch of Xin Su.

What is real? What is false? You say ours is false? But here, we sell only the real.

"What a pity! The yield of Wu Dao Tea is so low—ordinary cultivators can hardly enjoy such a treasure!" Su Lin sighed to the heavens, then pulled from history a box of three Wu Dao Tea leaves once gifted to Bai Zunzhe, saying:

"Only here do we have more—come on, Huowang, don't be polite; these can be stored for a very, very long time, take good care of them."

Hearing this, Li Huowang's eyes grew slightly moist; since leaving his old world and meeting friends from other worlds, everyone had been kind, and now they even gave him such precious tea leaves as gifts.

"Huowang, let's chat," Ye Fan picked up a stool and sat beside Li Huowang, clinking his wine cup against the other's.

"Look, in the process of cultivation, one always needs wealth, companions, methods, and land—I've had a bit of insight into your world, Ye Ge."

"Genuine cultivation consumables are extremely scarce; aside from relying on the Dao's laws, other ways to strengthen oneself have been twisted beyond recognition."

"After all this, have you ever considered earning resources in other worlds to strengthen yourself? Remember, no matter how powerful external tools are, they remain external—only by making them your own is this the true path."

"Ye Ge, I've thought of it, but under my current circumstances, I can't accomplish anything in powerful other worlds," Li Huowang said, ashamed.

"No! I won't allow you to speak of yourself like that!" Ye Fan grabbed Li Huowang's shoulders and said:

"You must hold the belief that with you, there is invincibility—thirty years east of the river, thirty years west; never underestimate a young man! Among all of us here, who was born strong? Who was born noble?!"

"I have great faith in you—in fact, we all do! In the future, among the myriad realms, there will surely be a place for you!"

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan's lips twitched, but he said nothing.

Li Huowang's eyes widened slightly; a warm current flowed through his heart, and for a moment, he didn't know how to respond to their expectations.

"Thank you."

Before Li Huowang could finish speaking, Ye Fan took a storage bag from Weigong Shilang and handed it to Li Huowang.

Ye Fan said seriously:

"Remember, our Ye Zhetian Trading Guild sells only authentic goods—these are our investment in you. When you encounter demons and monsters, take out these weapons and smash them!"

"After smashing, don't bother picking them up—they're dirty, we don't want them. Come back to us when you need more."

Li Huowang checked inside—the storage bag contained at least a thousand weapons! Among them were many divine weapons with powerful, terrifying auras!

"Plenty to go around," Weigong Shilang gave a thumbs-up.

"Really? But I can't accept all this!" Li Huowang felt he shouldn't accept so many gifts.

"Just take it, kid!" Ye Fan, while transmitting whispers to everyone to discuss equity, said to Li Huowang:

"If you feel guilty, just drink this cup!"

"I'm the future Hun Tian Di—do you think I'd lie to you?"

Li Huowang looked around and saw everyone watching him with encouraging, kind eyes. For a moment, even the scenes from his future story no longer filled him with despair.

"If you ever need me in the future, just speak up!" Li Huowang raised his cup and drained it in one gulp. Powerful Immortal energy spread through his body, smoothing his meridians, while his soul gradually grew nourished.

After Li Huowang collapsed onto the table, Ye Fan walked straight toward Miss Kelaien and Su Lin, raising his cup: "Welcome to the Ye Zhetian Trading Guild!"

Miss Kelaien feigned hesitation and asked: "I suggest targeting only the high-end market—but who exactly is our target clientele?"

"We sell to real customers—just not entirely real goods," Ye Fan grinned.

"The mortal world and various assassin organizations, along with the ancient beings, will emerge in a few years. Besides, we must think long-term."

"Don't you have many enemies across the myriad realms? Even if you don't now, won't you have them in the future?"

Zhongli said to Han Li: "I've already contacted the hostile factions in your Immortal Realm—perhaps we can consider it."

Hearing this, Han Li paused for a few seconds, then a faint smile curled his lips as he nodded slightly.

Miss Kelaien seriously suspected that, given time, once these people grew stronger, they might even spare Adam—not to mention projecting, imagining, heart essence, and Divine Mechanism Hundred Refinements, plus other things mixed in.

Amen.

Ye Zhetian Authentic Trading Guild.

"Convert it into resources and store them there," Miss Kelaien raised his cup. "Pleasure doing business with you, my friend."

"Cheers!" xn

Other tables of cultivators with higher cultivation levels also raised their cups; though they didn't know why the seniors were so happy, they simply raised their cups and drank.

After another half hour, the so-called Mondstadt Wine God lay beneath the table, hugging an empty jade bottle as he dreamed sweetly.

"Burp!" Lu Mingfei belched: "So, the faster you drink, the faster you get drunk; the slower you drink, the slower you get drunk—I've figured out the trick."

"Otherwise, why do you think we're going table by table? I've got Drunken Life and Death; they're drinking Drunken Zui Zui Xian Niang Niang," Su Lin stood atop the table, holding the recovered half-bottle of Drunken Zui Zui Xian Niang Niang above his head, laughing wildly:

"Everything's going according to plan, wryyy!!!"

"This is the art of imperial strategy," Ye Fan, holding the unconscious Hei Huang, swayed slightly but could still move normally: "Brother Yan, hurry and boil water! Who's got scallions, ginger, and garlic?"

"Don't eat the doggy, Brother!" Xiao Nannan hugged her juice box and cried.

"Alright," Ye Fan was only half-drunk, not yet unconscious—he could control his instincts. He set Hei Huang down, then dazedly turned his gaze toward Duan De, lost in thought.

"But then again, cultivation must still be grounded," Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan returned from another table, carrying Song Shuhang on his back, holding two jade bottles:

"We can't always rely on bursts of power during crises or on external cheats."

"Ahahaha, sorry, Su Lin—I wasn't talking about you. Didn't you solve your cultivation issue?"

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan placed the jade bottles on the table, sat down casually, and glanced at Han Li, Ye Fan, and others.

"Huh? Who said Su Lin Daxiao had a problem?" Zhang Chuyan struggled up from the table, mumbled, then collapsed back down: "My Su Lin Daxiao has a panel... can add points, huuuuh."

Lu Mingfei held the drunken Hui Liyi in his arms, dazedly asking: "Didn't you all say Su Lin had a system?"

Han Li shook his head, his voice carrying the weary tone of someone drunk, as if barely holding on:

"Compared to our own unique opportunities, I've always found systems and panels too bizarre. Even if they exist, in idle moments, one should ponder the possible secrets behind them."

Zhongli propped his head on his hand, silently refining the power within him, murmuring:

"Actually, such things, like chat groups, are mostly phenomena we can't yet investigate or understand in their essence—but they don't hinder current use."

"But if we ever get the chance, seeking their origin might satisfy our curiosity."

"Yes, I think the same," Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan drank a cup, watching Su Lin still chugging Drunken Zui Zui Xian Niang Niang: "Hey, Su Lin, do you have a system?"

"What? Burp—" Su Lin wiped his mouth. "System?"

"Yeah," Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan instantly flashed before Su Lin, grabbed his shoulders, and shook him hard: "Tell Yan Ge secretly—what system do you have? Yes! Or! No!"

Everyone had guessed he had a system, but he couldn't help being curious—what kind? That thought had nagged him like a cat scratching inside his heart since long ago; every time Su Lin pulled out those bizarre, Doraemon-like items, he wanted to know where he got them.

Under the combined effects of SauceTech, Drunken Zui Zui Xian Niang Niang, and five-generation hybrid peaches, an enormously bloated Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan decided, out of curiosity, to become the first person to test whether he had nine lives like a cat.

"I want you to admit it out loud, now!" Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan gripped Su Lin's throat as they toppled backward, knocking over numerous empty plates and bowls: "Say it! You have a system! Otherwise I won't be able to sleep tonight!!"

"I have a system. But... can you... please not get so close to me..." Su Lin weakly patted the hand squeezing his neck: "I'm not into guys."

Su Lin's words acted like an antidote, fully satisfying Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan's curiosity. His frown eased, his eyes slowly closed; asking the question had lifted his spirits, and as the alcohol gradually took hold, he no longer wished to resist it.

Just fall asleep. Deal with the rest when you wake up.

It was a bit impulsive, but now all those strange things had explanations—damn, that felt good.

"Here, the system... right here, hurry up and let me go."

What system is here? Isn't the system on you?

Before closing his eyes, Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan saw Su Lin raise his right hand, holding a small golden sphere.

"The Strongest Food System! See? Just got it a while ago, hahahaha!!!"

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan, who had just closed his eyes, snapped them open instantly, his eyes now crisscrossed with bloodshot veins.

Su Lin turned his head; though drunk, he no longer looked as if he were on the verge of passing out—his expression radiated smugness and excitement.

He looked at Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan, whose bloodshot eyes made it clear he wouldn't sleep tonight, and said: "Anyone want to buy? Friend price—sell your body."

"Fuck!!!"

Glug glug glug!

"Drink!" Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan had already downed five cups—Drunken Zui Zui Xian Niang Niang mixed with Drunken Dream and Death, his hands now trembling so badly he could barely hold them: "This thing of yours is definitely intentional!"

"Sell your body and get a system! Sign a contract of servitude and you get a system—from then on, rise to the pinnacle of life! Why can't I use mine, damn it!" Su Lin first shook the golden bead in his hand, then casually tossed it behind him into a dimensional pocket.

(End of Chapter)