Chapter 1733 - 779: So Magical (Part 2)

Chapter 1733: Chapter 779: So Magical (Part 2)

Young Master Zi is still shouting out in confusion that he will always wait for Zhuge Shi to come to the Suo Family.

After the Zhuge Family’s team left, the scene became much quieter. Fang Yu and Uncle Zi exchanged gestures of respect before Uncle Zi began leading his team back to the Suo Family.

"What about us? Where are we heading now?"

Fang Yu turned back to ask.

Diao Xiaohui also turned to look.

The blood hole on her face, due to her previous activation of combat mode, had quickly healed, leaving only a faint scar that would soon fade away completely.

Diao Xiaohui’s combat power in combat mode is still considerable, but facing opponents with an overwhelming strength gap, she inevitably feels powerless.

"In the capital, there are many places I want to go, but a resting spot..."

Ding Hui’s slightly cunning voice directly echoed in Fang Yu’s mind.

"It must be Hundred Mischief Lane after all."

Hundred Mischief Lane... that’s certainly not a good choice for a resting spot.

But since Ding Hui likes it, he lets her go with it.

After asking for directions, Fang Yu drove the carriage forward, soon merging into the crowd.

...

It’s hard to imagine that in the capital, the most bustling area of the Great Xia Dynasty, one can still see such filthy and chaotic streets, and a mix of diverse characters frequenting the streets.

Unlike the bright and open streets elsewhere in the capital, getting to Hundred Mischief Lane requires facing a long slope extending tens of meters downward.

The slope, due to years of neglect, appears even more dilapidated, full of potholes and cracks.

Yet, because of the solid materials used in earlier years, even though the steps have deteriorated to this extent, they can still support countless people walking on them.

The prosperity of the capital is undoubted.

But beneath the prosperity, corruption and the pursuit of fame and fortune are also everywhere.

Few can genuinely utilize money sensibly.

Thus, when Fang Yu appeared on the slope, he felt an odd sense of familiar comfort.

It seems the capital isn’t as entirely golden and splendid as imagined.

"It might be a bit bumpy."

He called out to Ding Hui behind him, maneuvering the carriage carefully down the slope.

Upon inquiry, he learned that although horseback riding is allowed within the city, the speed is regulated.

If the horses run too fast, they would be caught and fined, or worse, jailed.

Conversely, horse-drawn carriages receive relatively lenient treatment in this regard, though the speed can’t be too fast either.

Thus, on the way, many newly arrived people are seen leading their horses instead, while Fang Yu continues driving the carriage.

However, the roads are crowded, and in the bustling street areas, the carriage’s speed sometimes can’t match a pedestrian’s pace, and the designated horse paths are heavily congested.

When Fang Yu reached Hundred Mischief Lane, he had already spent quite some time and saw the sun gradually setting behind the mountains.

"We need to check into an inn before dusk."

Fang Yu said.

Ding Hui replied, "Don’t worry, the capital doesn’t sleep at sunset, in fact, nighttime is when it’s the liveliest."

"No curfew?"

Fang Yu asked in surprise.

"There are watchmen, patrols too, but no curfew. This is the capital! You can’t compare it to a small town."

Ding Hui evidently held a strong admiration for the capital, her tone carrying pride, as if the capital is special, different indeed.

Fang Yu shrugged; he had long defused the charm of big cities, though not through games.

In Jiangnan City, he fought hard, almost unable to make it; if it weren’t for rising through games, he might’ve ended up working construction to pay off debts.

Thinking of that scenario, Fang Yu felt relieved at having chosen the right path, which also reminded him of Qi Xiaojin again.

In the capital, there would certainly be news about the Black Withered Saint Sect, by then...

Slightly clenching his fist, Fang Yu adjusted his breathing.

Only Diao Xiaohui noticed this detail, tilted her head to look at Fang Yu, only to be greeted by a big hand messing up her hair.

With the last slope ended, the carriage smoothly arrived at Hundred Mischief Lane.

Unlike the various shops above, where people conduct business properly.

In Hundred Mischief Lane, sitting on the ground creates a stall, and even such stalls have fees.

Some charge by time, some take a percentage cut.

The percentage cut is hardly proportionate, making it difficult to profit, offering little benefit other than securing a spot.

Besides those seeking refuge with nowhere else to turn, others mostly opt for time-based fees.

Time-based fees mean efficiency must be high; every second is money.

Thus, both sides of the street are filled with stalls yelling fervently.

"Last hour, a hundred taels, a hundred taels for a piece of Mermaid Demon’s tailbone! First come, first served! No deception!"

"Clearance sale! Clearance sale! The stall’s time is up, about to be driven out, everything is ten taels! See it, pay, take it!"

"Selling Demon Blood! Still stuck at your realm and feeling frustrated? Feeling upset about lack of talent? Consume Demon Blood, retrace the Martial Arts path! From then on, become a Demon Martial Artist! Ten taels of gold for a bottle of Demon Blood, it’ll change your life!"

Each voice selling resounded one after another, with heads crowded and flowing at each stall. The shopping atmosphere, the shopping scene, not only Ding Hui, even Fang Yu felt tempted to check out several stalls.

"..."

Diao Xiaohui’s eyes were also rolling, her expression curious like a little girl, adding to her cuteness.

Pulling back the curtain, Ding Hui glanced outside.

"Finally witnessed Hundred Mischief Lane! Previously, it was just the largest free market in the capital; I longed to visit for ages, never thought I’d have a chance to come in person... Husband, will you walk with me?"

At the last, Ding Hui’s tone changed, smilingly narrowing her eyes at Fang Yu.

"What about all this stuff in the carriage?"

Fang Yu glanced at their carriage, which was loaded with many valuable goods they brought for shopping and gathering information in the capital. Any mishap and their hardships along the way would be in vain.

"Isn’t our daughter here? She can watch over it."

Ding Hui said, already stepping down from the carriage.

Ding Hui’s appearance could be considered above average.

But among the bustling crowd in the capital, her appearance is just somewhat noticeable, not unique.

Because the women on the streets, all made up and dressed, match Ding Hui’s style, if it weren’t for Fang Yu’s advice before coming close to the capital, instructing her to tidy her makeup earlier, Ding Hui would likely blend into the crowd.

Watching Ding Hui, who seemed to have already found her target, head straight in a certain direction, Fang Yu hesitated before giving Diao Xiaohui a nod.

"Control the carriage and follow us."

With that, Fang Yu quickly caught up with Ding Hui.

The goods are ultimately just goods; despite the abundance in the carriage, compared to Ding Hui’s safety, they aren’t much.

"Excuse me, excuse me."

Fang Yu squeezed through the crowd, seeing Ding Hui already stopped at a stall.

"Shopkeeper, how much for this?"

Ding Hui held up something that resembled a night pot, though much smaller.

This made Fang Yu’s expression a bit peculiar.

This shabby thing... is it something rare?

Fang Yu fully trusts Ding Hui’s judgment; her sight and knowledge are beyond his comparison.

If Ding Hui deemed it good, it must have special value.

Immediately, Fang Yu studied the small object carefully.

Meanwhile, the stall owner enthusiastically fanned himself and spoke with exaggerated expression.

"Good eye! Miss has a good eye! This is the treasure of my stall! The White Night Aurora Pot! It has the effect of calming and soothing the spirit, and if filled with Outer Heaven Spring Water, it can even transform it into pure medicinal liquid, nearly unrivaled as an alchemy pot!"

"So amazing?"

Ding Hui looked up, grinning.

Fang Yu seeing this, knew Ding Hui already had some mischievous thoughts.