Chapter 518: AdaiEr? That

Although he put on a calm facade, Ji Ming was still gleefully eavesdropping… He steadied his mind inside and out, gathering information for a while.

He found that the tourists who came to visit his former residence basically all used similar excuses to trick themselves into spending a silver coin.

At most, adding the literal meaning of "pilgrimage"—the tourists themselves were devout Holy Light followers, coming to feel the traces left by the Divine Selection.

"Tsk, so this is the star effect, huh? Indeed, having IP still makes money easy."

Ji Ming hesitated at the fee counter, but in the end thought spending a silver on this was simply too pig‑headed.

Moreover, although he didn't know whose hands this money would end up in, nor whether it existed before or after the old woman left.

But one thing is clear: AdaiEr has no objection!

Damn it!

AdaiEr, you unfilial disciple! Your master was hard‑pressed on the front lines, escaping death several times, yet you're just stuffing yourself in the rear, gobbling up my rice like that!

So he simply didn't go in, detoured around the block, aimed his direction, and headed toward the inner ring of Sunlight City, planning to show AdaiEr what family law is.

【Hold on, Savior, you aren't the solo child of divorced parents who's been alone in the womb for twenty‑eight years, Xiao Hu Lan, right? Where did you get family law from?】

"Ah, no, your aggressiveness is a bit…? Of course this family law continues from the old woman!"

"I must immediately launch a new course, making her hardcore study the spear technique of the Elf Lineage, and it's full of fast‑slow blades and indestructible body."

Meanwhile, while he was shooting the breeze with the small boss, Ji Ming, running full‑tilt with a breath‑holding talisman, had quickly reached the gate to the inner ring.

That's right; although meant to save energy, that massive defensive array has shifted from permanently open to normally closed.

But whether as part of Sunlight City's specialty tourism or to prevent personnel loss in the early reconstruction, that sturdy wall still exists.

However, the gate's security level has dropped considerably; at least when Ji Ming passed through, there were no arrogant guards arbitrarily stopping people here.

Instead, after passing through the gate one can see a standard flat map that basic domestic scenic spots all have, with large red markings indicating which areas are scenic zones and which are commercial streets.

Moreover, when rebuilding the inner city, the players slyly dispersed their specialty industries—for example, the water amusement park to the east, and the beast‑fighting arena to the west.

If tourists want to visit each spot, they must foolishly stride straight across the entire inner ring, passing through several commercial streets packed with food, small goods, and various performances.

The terrifying laugh of the consumerism trap: "Ge ge ge hahaha……cough cough cough……"

Folks, you've come all this way—why not grab some dumplings, steamed buns, a cup of lemonade to rest your feet by the roadside? Isn't that fine?

After filling your belly, get yourself a sunflower plush, bring the kids some little toys, pick up some local specialties to show you've been to Sunlight City—nothing wrong with that, right?

Besides, the arena only has events at night; during this gap, everyone could go watch a song‑and‑dance show or a concert—nothing wrong with that, right?

The wallet lying on the ground, gasping its last: "shutupbro! ican't breathe!"

At this point someone might ask, why did the players suddenly start going elegant? Shouldn't the commercial street have some lively stuff?

Uh, of course someone's tried that—after all, even if the players can't stomach their bitter tea, they can have locals perform fruit‑juice demonstrations.

But this is Sunlight City, headquarters of the Adhesive Nation Yangyue Star, unanimously approved at the assembly to be built into a great city that would serve as Earth's civilized calling card.

What are you doing here…? Are you Colonel Ka reborn, also wanting to switch seats when passing dishes among the five constants?

Moreover, considering most travelers to Sunlight City come from south of Giant Gate Pass, as long as you have cash, getting some lively stuff is actually not hard.

On the contrary, because of various rumors, there is a deep yearning for the mysterious Guanghui Capital and the supposedly extravagant noble life there.

So, what exactly is a noble‑style life?

All that can be said is that although it's been five hundred years since its fall, Rome is still Rome.

So the answer is——in the eyes of the Yangyue people, the elf lords of the Holy Tree Kingdom live the noble life!

In other words, burning incense, drinking sweet drinks, wearing flashy clothes, watching chaotic nonsense, listening to endless babble……

Ah! This is, damn it, the noble life!

So whether it's concerts, song‑and‑dance plays, traditional drama, vocal recitals, solo performances, or even a 2D beautiful‑girl band.

Sorry, tourists really will watch anything—you don't even need a ticket; if you sing a lotus‑fall tune while walking by, a noble will toss you a reward.

The resulting brand effect and added value constitute another large chunk of income, letting the inner ring enjoy unprecedented prosperity in just a few months.

"Damn, you really know how to do business!"

The bad news is, because that great war half a year ago nearly flattened the entire inner city, the current inner ring's design differs greatly from the former inner city.

Even if Ji Ming had started by screenshotting a city map and walking according to it, he still had to put in a lot of effort, even asking volunteers, before finally locating the old commercial street where the clinic is.

However, the layout and arrangement here haven't changed much from his memory; it's just that most of the shops on either side have been replaced with new ones.

Moreover, although the limelight has been snatched by those new commercial streets, it's still basically a "neighborhood," so even during the day there are plenty of people here, giving it a real‑human feel.

Worth noting is that although Goblin Lei Nuo's tavern and the werewolf's bakery are still around, when the old woman left she transferred the diseased‑tree materials shop.

So now busy inside are a somewhat balding middle‑aged man, a woman obviously his wife, and their half‑grown daughter.

"Heh, turning from an elder‑person shop into a couple's shop is fine."

And opposite the materials shop, the Wai Shu Clinic hasn't changed at all—patient numbers are about the same, and the people working inside……

"Eh?"

"Okay, next!"

The little nurse peeking out from the surgery room is an unfamiliar face.

"Daphne, could you bring me a cup of milk? I need to replenish."

Having just finished an operation, the doctor sitting on the stool wiping sweat is also an unfamiliar face.

Even the counter where I used to put medicine has disappeared, replaced by a simple, nice front desk bearing a "fee counter" sign.

At the Wai Shu Clinic's busiest, there were at most two people plus a mouse, and Mouse Kid was merely a hidden worker lurking behind the scenes.

But now a casual glance shows a luxurious combo of two doctors, three nurses, and a cashier who also mans the front desk.

"What's going on here? AdaiEr won't have taken over my clinic too, will she?"

No choice—Ji Ming had to remove his breath‑holding talisman, push open the clinic door, and walk toward the staffer sitting behind the front desk.

This front‑desk girl looks only about ten‑something, her face even bearing a few youthful freckles.

But her work experience should already be quite rich—she hadn't even lifted her head before opening her mouth and launching into that classic patter.

Welcome to Wai Shu Clinic, may I ask if you have an appointment…

The words trailed off mid-sentence, and the person fell silent, hurriedly flipping through the book in hand, comparing the illustration's man with the man before them.

"You are, you are……you are!"

…

Sighing. "Yes, it's me."

Shortly after, Ji Ming, as if a leader coming for an inspection, was escorted by the crowd to the second floor.

Pushing open that familiar door, his former bedroom had hardly changed, only the clean desk and windowsill showed that this place was often cleaned.

And AdaiEr did not appear here; instead, a group of unfamiliar medical workers were busy inside, the reason being quite simple.

Just as Ji Ming, after becoming the God's Chosen and deciding to devote more energy to the worldly affairs of Sunshine City, had handed the clinic over to AdaiEr.

When AdaiEr resolved to inherit her forefathers' legacy and create perfect magic-powered armor, she found she likewise had no time to loaf around in the clinic.

Coincidentally, although Ji Ming had already left Sunshine City, the lingering ferment of his legend only grew, and his fame increased instead.

Fans and followers who came in his name, unable to find Ji Ming himself, could only settle for a pilgrimage to the holy site of Wai Shu Clinic where he had struggled.

And since they came to the clinic, they naturally chatted with AdaiEr, expressing how much they envied her, especially that she could live together with Ji Ming.

"May I ask boldly, have you experienced anything?"

AdaiEr: "Eh, hahaha, alas……hehe, eh, waa waa waa…"

But it's not all bad; as long as enough people come, there will always be a few good seedlings mixed in.

So clever AdaiEr picked several fairly sincere honest folk and passed on the healing techniques Ji Ming taught her.

Although the skill will surely decline generation after generation, diligence can make up for clumsiness, and if it really fails, we'll just rely on sheer numbers!

Thus the originally two-and-a-half-member Wai Shu Clinic, after experiencing a bleak period with only one person, entered a glorious era with over ten people.

Indeed, those before Ji Ming's eyes are merely the current staff; in fact, there is still a large batch of people on rotating rest.

Professional team. jpg

In other words, Ji Ming unknowingly became……

Grandmaster?

"Not bad, as long as you don't smash our signboard."

Since you've come anyway, Ji Ming wasn't in a hurry to leave, so he fulfilled his duty as grandmaster, staying in the clinic to give them a few pointers.

After absorbing the alchemical knowledge from Holy Mountain and the Saint Valentine Reserve, drawing parallels, his current progress in medical theory is also rapid.

Many things he once knew the "what" but not the "why" have been thoroughly clarified; putting them into practice naturally yields twice the result with half the effort.

After a busy afternoon, he then went to the diagonally opposite Lei Nuo Tavern, preparing to hold the first-ever team-building event for his disciples.

Before he even entered, he saw that this deadbeat merchant Lei Nuo had hung a sign at the door reading "【Ji Ming the God's Chosen's Favorite Tavern】".

"Damn, when did I ever like……uh, well, it seems I actually used to come here often…"

But before that breath could even settle, pushing open the tavern door, he saw his own standee glowing brightly in the corner.

And behind the standee was a rather upscale glass cabinet filled with a jumble of miscellaneous items.

Beside it was written:

【Medicine Bottles Used by the God's Chosen in His Early Years】

【The God's Chosen's Favorite Dark Malt Beer】

【The God's Chosen's Signature Dish】

【A Photo of the God's Chosen and Tavern Owner Lei Nuo】

Wait, I can tolerate the first three—after all, those few bottles were ones I personally sold to him for cash, and I really have eaten plenty of takeout.

But this photo……where did it come from?

In the photo, Lei Nuo laughs especially happily, his mouth stretched as if he'd just caught the big thunder knight girl who keeps saying "gu, kill me".

And Ji Ming looks rather dumbfounded; sitting at the bar opposite Lei Nuo, his eyes even carry a hint of puzzlement.

Coincidentally, Lei Nuo is also here tonight, and in the very same seat he's bragging to the drinkers about how highly he once regarded Ji Ming, how much help he gave the God's Chosen.

"Yeah, can you help me again?"

Then Ji Ming grabbed him, pointing at the photo and asking what's going on.

"This is……God's Chosen, you forgot! Half a year ago, the night before you left, I invited you to eat here?"

…

Now Ji Ming finally remembers.

I said this penny-pinching old bastard suddenly treating me to drinks, thinking it was a change of heart wanting to see me off, turns out it was just to sneak a photo!

And truly, as one of the first local merchants on the official cooperation list, he hasn't even… learned the micro‑business trick of piggybacking on fame?

"Alright, I admit defeat."

Actually, speaking honestly, it's not a big deal—he's an old acquaintance, this bit of hype is just hype, and he didn't smear mud on your face.

Consequently, Ji Ming really took out a pen and gave Lei Nuo a small holy light god figurine signed by the God's Chosen, to keep as a family heirloom.

"Great God's Chosen, I will surely let the whole world know your generosity!"

Lei Nuo, who had obtained a treasure, also returned the favor, directly……directly waiving Ji Ming's meal.

…

"Free meal, alright, then everyone order freely—I see the magic bear palm stew is the priciest, so I'll have one, one each!"

Little Green Skin's eyes instantly went black, he jumped up as if about to fly.

"Ah? Don't!"

Even if Lei Nuo is willing, the right front paw of the magic bear in the back kitchen surely isn't that many, so in the end they only had a regular table.

"Come, God's Chosen, I toast you with a cup!"

And watching a group of young people laughing and joking, sparks collided in their gazes, Ji Ming also suddenly felt like he had become an elder brother.

Actually, thinking about it carefully, it's quite moving—from Lao Nv Shi to me, and then to Ali Nuo, this three-generation single line has finally branched out!

Although it's said that this group of apprentices is destined not to all become talented, there will always be someone who can take on the responsibility of saving lives and healing the wounded, and pass on some kindness down the line.