Chapter 31

【Whether she is or not, she's dead for sure】

【Mm, if I can't kill her for now, I'll just snatch her son's opportunity first】

"Ye Mengse?"

Quite a few women who had heard of her frowned—some in anger, some chilled to the heart, some in fear, some cold and indifferent…

Their reactions were all different.

Qin Mengyao, who had just descended Emperor-Stepping Peak, tilted her head and said: "Senior sister, have you heard of this Ye Mengse?"

Shi Feixuan shook her head: "Never."

Qin Mengyao suggested: "Let's inquire and verify along the way. If this person truly lives up to her nickname, we'll kill her and rid the people of a scourge."

"Good!" Shi Feixuan did not hesitate.

【Detected Jiang Sishui completing today's diary entry. Congratulations on obtaining one month of true Qi】

【Now drawing today's lucky winner…】

【Congratulations to Xiao Longnu for obtaining the "Overlord Recipe Book"】

"Overlord Recipe Book? What is this thing?"

Qin Mengyao's face was full of confusion; this reward's name gave no clue.

Shi Feixuan pondered for a while, then said: "The diary once mentioned that this Miss Long is ignorant of the world, pure as a blank sheet of paper—she doesn't even know that buying things requires money, so…"

"So what?"

"So I thought of a term—'overlord meal'—perhaps the two have some connection."

Qin Mengyao: "…"

033 Movie version of "Dugu Nine Swords"?

Mount Zhongnan, the Ancient Tomb.

Xiao Longnu looked on with curiosity at a piece of silk spread across her lap, densely covered in characters—all the names of various delicacies.

The moment she obtained the "Overlord Recipe Book," she knew its function.

One sentence to summarize: remote zero-cost shopping—whatever you want to eat, just take it.

Xiao Longnu's gaze swept across the silk. When her attention focused on a particular dish name, all sorts of information about that dish surfaced in her mind.

For instance: ingredients, preparation, effects, taste…

Suddenly, her gaze paused on a dish name, and her mouth watered uncontrollably.

Her slightly translucent jade-white onion fingers gently tapped that dish name. The next instant, a dish materialized out of thin air before her eyes.

Fragrance filled the air.

At the same time, on the flower boat on the East Sea.

A heartbroken, furious roar pierced the clouds: "Ah—Rong'er finally made me 'Twenty-Four Bridge Moonlit Night'—which heaven-cursed bastard dares to steal a bite!!"

Huang Rong was sitting at the bow of the boat, savoring the month of true Qi that had come without effort. Hearing Huang Yaoshi's wail, her gaze fell upon Xiao Longnu's reward.

Lost in thought.

…

At the inn, Jiang Sishui's face was full of gloom and puzzlement: "Today's content was already this rich, so why only 400 experience? Why not 500? Did I guess wrong?"

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Jiang Sishui: "Diary, diary—what should be recorded are the day's events and thoughts. But my diary entry was all about yesterday. Could that discount the reward?"

Jiang Sishui's face grew contemplative.

"Tomorrow I'll try writing it at night."

Jiang Sishui made up his mind, then added the 400 experience to "Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique."

【Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique (Heavenly Art): Entry (2100/**

"Now I should be able to face-to-face kill a martial artist at the second layer of Grandmaster, right?"

Watching the experience rise, Jiang Sishui felt a wave of satisfaction.

As long as he could get 500 experience every day, his attack power would rise by a small realm every two days.

Apart from 'cheating,' nothing could possibly be faster than this.

After finishing the diary, it was another day of repeated routine.

The difference was, Jiang Sishui noticed that Zhao Tianhao's gaze toward him had changed each time, gaining a hint of scrutiny.

Looking every bit like a father-in-law sizing up a son-in-law.

This made Jiang Sishui somewhat nervous, but fortunately he did not lose his composure.

Just as Jiang Sishui and Zhao Qiying were about to return to the carriage, Zhao Mengjiao suddenly stepped out from the corner of the wall, blocking the way.

"Mengjiao, what do you want?" Zhao Qiying looked at her in surprise.

Zhao Mengjiao's gaze circled between the two, and in a barbed tone she said: "Big sister, your body's not feeling unwell again today, is it?"

Zhao Qiying: "…"

Given her intimate behavior with Jiang Sishui yesterday, anyone with eyes could tell what was going on—even Zhao Tianhao knew, he just didn't want to interfere.

But now that the unspoken understanding had been brought out into the open by Zhao Mengjiao, Zhao Qiying, stung by that remark, was momentarily at a loss for words and froze on the spot.

At this moment, Jiang Sishui suddenly crouched down, scooped up the flustered Zhao Qiying in a princess carry, turned, and ran toward the carriage.

As he ran, he called out: "Oh no, Qiying, what's wrong? Don't scare me, Qiying!"

"I know! You must be too tired, your body's not feeling well. I'll take you to the carriage to rest."

"Look at you—clearly you ate something bad. What did I tell you before?"

"Even when eating dumplings, you have to dip less vinegar! Less vinegar! Less vinegar! You just won't listen!"

"Ugh… sniff, even the breath from your nose smells."

His voice grew farther away, yet every word reached Zhao Mengjiao's ears clearly, making her so angry her face turned green as she stamped her boots.

"You bastard! You're just an ordinary person, so what if you're good-looking? How could you possibly be worthy of my big sister? You actually dare to mock me! If you want to get into the Central Plains Escort Agency, it won't be that easy!"

Zhao Mengjiao gnashed her teeth.

She didn't understand why she got so angry about her sister's romance, but she just couldn't stand watching the two of them being all lovey-dovey.

In the carriage, Zhao Qiying, whom Jiang Sishui had carried in with a single breath, now understood his intention and couldn't help but smile.

"How about it? Pretty clever of me, right?" Jiang Sishui laughed along.

Zhao Qiying said peevishly, "If you keep talking like that, Mengjiao will be furious to death."

"She wouldn't die of anger! Even if she really were going to die of anger, she'd have to die of sourness first."

"Alright! Oh right, tell me, why does Mengjiao seem to not want to see you getting along with me?"

"Who knows what she's thinking? As the saying goes, 'a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea,' let alone a perverted woman? I'm not a roundworm in her belly."

"Don't talk about her like that, she's my second sister."

"You may acknowledge her as your second sister, but she was just talking with barbs in her words — why doesn't she care that you're her big sister?"

"…She's still young after all. Once she grows up later, she'll surely shake these bad habits."

"Young? How old is she this year?"

"…Seventeen."

"Ah, so she's three years and one hundred and sixty-eight months old. Truly quite young."

"She… sigh, forget it." Zhao Qiying gave up and stopped trying to persuade him.

In fact, she didn't have the confidence to keep arguing either, after all, she knew very well what kind of person Zhao Mengjiao was.

Only this time, she seemed to be making trouble even more unreasonably.

Zhao Qiying had nearly lost face just now, so naturally she was angry too, and simply decided not to bother anymore.

Jiang Sishui wrapped his arm around her waist and said with a smile, "Alright, I was just teasing you. What's the point of me arguing with her? It's us two teaming up to live our lives anyway, not her."

Zhao Qiying glanced at him and gave a slight nod of her lovely head.

Then she stopped dwelling on the matter and said, "Let me teach you the 'Nine Swords of Dugu'."

"Alright!" Jiang Sishui put away his playful expression.

So one of them held up sword fingers on one side while expounding the profound meaning of the "Nine Swords of Dugu," and the other listened attentively.

Nine Swords of Dugu: Total Formula Style, Sword-Breaking Style, Saber-Breaking Style, Spear-Breaking Style, Whip-Breaking Style, Cord-Breaking Style, Palm-Breaking Style, Arrow-Breaking Style, Qi-Breaking Style.

The content from the original work, Jiang Sishui had long since memorized thoroughly.

But hearing Zhao Qiying explain it in reality was an entirely different feeling, refreshing and enlightening.

As Jiang Sishui listened, he recalled the movie version of "Swordsman," that Martial Arts World full of the flavor of jianghu.

The Linghu Chong inside used a magically modified version of the "Nine Swords of Dugu"—