Chapter Forty-Seven: Rising Requires Flourishing

No one knew about Xianyu and the Tartaglia's battle.

After the skirmish, Tartaglia didn't glance back at the Wangshu Inn; instead, he headed towards the Liyue Harbor.

As for what Xianyu had to say afterward, that's a tale for another time.

Returning quite late, he didn't disturb Zhang Feng and the others, casually took a room, and rested.

This night was extraordinary.

The next day.

The group didn't linger too much, continuing their journey according to the initial plan.

However, as they treaded the path to Guili Plains, some areas exhibited peculiar marks.

For instance, certain previously even terrains suddenly became uneven, and some rocks seemed to have been sliced into pieces by some sharp tool, attracting the attention and investigation of passing pedestrians.

"Grandpa, Brother Yu! What are those people doing over there?"

"Just some ordinary rocks and soil, nothing interesting."

Xianyu just glanced at it, casually replying.

As the creator of these marks from the battle with Tartaglia the previous night, Xianyu indeed didn't find them fascinating.

These marks extended from the battle site to this area. If those people ventured further, they'd discover even more chaotic terrain.

However, Xianyu didn't bother explaining these things.

"Hey, little brother, you've got it all wrong. These marks are clearly left behind by a powerful battle. You're young, lacking experience, so it's normal not to recognize them."

"But, you don't know the whole story, so don't go around making random comments! If some martial arts fanatic hears this, it might cause trouble. You see, some people can deduce a few skills by observing the battle marks left by others."

"???"

Suddenly, a voice from the side left Xianyu utterly perplexed.

What? I just mentioned the marks from my own battle. How does that make me inexperienced? And now I have to worry about someone overhearing?

While Xianyu was still pondering this, Zhang Feng spoke up again, looking quite serious. "Young master, what he said is not wrong. Such incidents do occur, and they're not uncommon. I've witnessed them myself."

"So, young master, it's better to keep these things to yourself in the future."

What could Xianyu say?

Speechless and uninterested in explaining, he leaped onto the roof of the carriage, closing his eyes to rest.

Zhang Feng actually knew that the young master wasn't ordinary, but he subconsciously ignored Xianyu's true strength. In his mind, Xianyu was still that refined, gentle young master with no martial prowess. Little did he know that the cracks and pits appearing on the road were partly his handiwork.

Moreover, now his strength was on par with the executives of the Fatui. But seeing Xianyu's condition, Zhang Feng shook his head and didn't continue speaking. The person who had spoken earlier only made a casual comment before joining the crowd.

Even though Xianyu was resting with his eyes closed, he was somewhat surprised.

"Can people really comprehend things from others' battle marks?"

"Does that mean others can determine my fighting style through these marks?"

"It looks like I'll have to be more cautious in the future. If I need to hide my identity and still engage in battles, it could easily give me away."

Fortunately, this time was okay. He was concerned about organizations like the one that worshipped the evil god. If he left traces and was recognized, it would likely be difficult to shake them off.

"Thank goodness I collected the bodies last time. Getting rid of the evidence is a good habit..."

With this in mind, Xianyu had new thoughts about the bodies in his space.

Before, he was just planning to discard them, but now he thought it might be better to scatter their ashes.

...

Five days later.

Due to Zhang Feng and the two little girls, their actions took a bit longer, but it didn't affect Xianyu much.

Since the battle with Tartaglia, he hadn't worried about being discovered by the Fool's Gang. He could now move around without any concerns.

Stepping into the familiar yet unfamiliar harbor again, Xianyu sighed softly.

"Let's go, we're heading to Hu Yan."

"Hu Yan?" Zhang Feng was immediately surprised upon hearing this. The two little girls didn't think much of it, but Zhang Feng knew exactly what kind of place it was.

That area was the most prosperous in Liyue, filled with countless shops and businesses. It was considered prime real estate, and naturally, the expenses were quite high.

For someone like him who had lived for so long, he had only been there a few times and couldn't understand why the young master would want to go there.

If Xianyu were still the previous Li Wen, there wouldn't be any issue, but now Xianyu was "quite poor."

"Do you want to go to the bustling market, young master? If so, the port is lively enough; there's no need to go there."

"Huh? What?"

"I have some business to attend to there. If possible, we'll be staying there in the future."

Regarding eating at Hu Yan, Xianyu naturally knew a bit about the situation there. Precisely because he knew, that was why he intended to go there.

Even if the Demon God incident happens in the future, that location is much safer.

Xianyu considered settling there because he was running out of time to arrange a retreat for the three generations. Otherwise, if it were just him, he would prefer to live in a place with fewer people, surrounded by picturesque mountains and clear waters.

Hmm, his personality is actually quite similar to the immortal in the Cloud Realm.

Apart from arranging things for the three of them, Xianyu also needed to discuss some matters with Tartaglia. He couldn't be too far away. So, considering everything, that place seemed more suitable.

Seeing the old man's troubled expression and the hesitating mouth, Xianyu knew what the other was worried about.

"Don't worry; I have my arrangements. Let's go."

Seeing Xianyu's "slender" figure ahead, Zhang Feng had no choice but to lead the two girls and follow.

Wanmin Restaurant.

"Gurgle, gurgle..."

"Grandpa, I'm hungry..."

"Be good, wait a moment. We'll go eat something later."

Xianyu walked ahead, and upon hearing this, he stopped in his tracks. If it weren't for Little Raspberry saying she was hungry, Xianyu might have overlooked it. Due to his cultivation, he hadn't eaten for a few days, similar to those cultivators who didn't pay much attention to diet.

But Zhang Ling Mei and the others were different. They were ordinary people and couldn't handle things as casually as he could.

"Let's have a meal first. We can also taste the food at Wanmin Restaurant."

When it came to Wanmin Restaurant, almost everyone in Liyue had heard of it. Not only did it have a unique and delicious taste, but the prices were also reasonable.

Of course, "reasonable" was relative. Zhang Feng had eaten there once, and although the taste was good, he was quite nostalgic. However, the price was still a bit high for him.

They took their seats and ordered their food. During this time, Zhang Feng was still uneasy, and Xianyu knew the source of his unease.

Without much talk, Xianyu just took out his Mora card.

"Don't worry; there's 200,000 in there. More than enough."

"200,000?!"

Zhang Feng's immediate reaction was not belief but suspicion. His Mora had never exceeded a thousand. The last 20,000 Mora he had was given by Xianyu, and now he was penniless.

Zhang Feng's expression made Xianyu feel a bit nostalgic. Wasn't he the same not too long ago? Worrying about Mora, counting every bit.

After a hearty meal, the three walked out of Wanmin Restaurant and noticed a few more members of the Fatui outside. As soon as they saw Xianyu, they walked towards him.

"Your Excellency, the Young Master is aware of your presence, so he sent us to invite you."