Villains: Starting with the Landlady

As long as it doesn't involve any supernatural or ghostly elements, the casting level of ordinary fictional ancient worlds is incomparable to that of the present day, not to mention that certain alloy materials are mixed in. In terms of both toughness and sharpness, cutting iron like mud is not an exaggeration.

Because the blade was entirely black, yet it could reflect white light, Ling Yun named it Mo Bai and kept it at home like a treasure, never expecting that it would be used one day.

"Nana, will anyone notice anything amiss if I go in?"

[Don't worry, Master. Although your body won't change after you go inside, Nana has arranged your hair and clothes for you. There won't be any basic mistakes like not understanding the native language or not being able to speak it!]

"Okay, let's go in now!"

In an instant, a ray of light appeared on Ling Yun's left wrist, sucking him in.

His consciousness was slightly hazy, but within a few seconds, he found himself standing in an alley. On both sides were low courtyard walls made of blue bricks, and in front of him seemed to be a market, with many people wearing coarse cloth gowns carrying luggage and calling out their wares.

Ling Yun glanced down and realized that he had somehow changed into a magnificent black robe, looking quite handsome. He touched it and found it felt very nice to the touch. A jade pendant hung at his waist, and a black robe dangled from the other side, making him look somewhat like a chivalrous swordsman.

He felt a slight itch on his neck, and when he reached up to touch it, he discovered that his originally neat short hair had turned into long, flowing hair, which was also bound by a jade crown, preventing it from falling loose.

The young man remembered that he had a mirror in his space, and taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention in the alley, he immediately took it out and looked at it.

With a face like jade, sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and an elegant and graceful figure... wait, the last adjective seems to be his passive skill.

It's safe to say that with his current appearance, even without makeup, he could easily be a god-like figure in a period drama, easily surpassing any young heartthrob.

"Not bad, Nana, the image you prepared for me is pretty good."

[Hehe, Master, Nana has only regained a little bit of your original handsomeness!]

Ling Yun smiled, took out Mo Bai, glanced at it, and then tried it with one of her own hairs.

He placed a strand of hair on Mo Baikai's blade, and before he could even blow on it, the hair was instantly cleaved in two.

Sure, with this strike, and considering his current physical condition, he'll probably take down any target he encounters immediately.

The thought of personally killing a stranger still made Ling Yun feel vaguely uneasy. But he quickly convinced himself that he was just playing a game, and these were just NPCs in the game, so he didn't need to invest any emotion in them.

After checking himself, Lingyun couldn't find anything wrong with it, so he calmly walked out of the alley.

When he appeared in the public eye, the effect of "handsome and dashing" came into play, making him the most dazzling presence in the crowd.

However, before he could even ask others about the location of the imperial city, he saw the gazes of the crowd suddenly change from admiration and praise to terror!

"Quickly report this to the authorities! This man doesn't even have a queue!"

"Quick, catch him!"

"That's 20 taels of silver! Quick, quick!"

The crowd quickly went from fear to fervor, as if Ling Yun had transformed from a handsome man into a walking banknote!

Ling Yun's expression changed. Upon closer inspection, he realized that every single one of the vendors had a small braid on the back of their head, without exception!

"Could this be..."

Just as Ling Yun was somewhat taken aback and was about to retreat into the alley, he suddenly heard extremely light footsteps beside him. He turned around and saw a rather imposing middle-aged man who grabbed Ling Yun's arm and said in a low voice, "I mean no harm, young master, please come with me!"

Ling Yun glanced at his favorability rating and saw that it was "friendly," so she felt relieved and quickly ran into the alley with him, disappearing from everyone's sight.

Chapter 132 A Deal Delivered to Your Doorstep [Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets]

In a teahouse a few miles away from the alley, Ling Yun was wearing a coarse Taoist robe, and the jade crown on his head had been replaced with a Taoist crown.

[Master, I'm so sorry, Nana didn't think things through and almost got into trouble...]

Xiao Na's slightly self-reproachful voice rang in Ling Yun's ears, but the young man smiled and shook his head, silently saying to himself, "It's alright, it's not a bad thing. At least it lets me know the general situation now."

[Hmm, but this world isn't very difficult. The strongest person in the world is only D+, no match for Master!]

Ling Yun nodded secretly, but this expression had a different meaning in the eyes of the burly man opposite him.

This outfit was secretly given to him by the man opposite him. In this day and age, apart from women and certain special groups, only Taoist priests are not allowed to wear braids. In particular, this eye-catching Taoist robe has prevented many people from peeping at him.

"My name is Park In-mon. May I ask your honorable name?"

The man raised his teacup, said something to Ling Yun, and then drank it all in one gulp.

"So it's Mr. Park!" Ling Yun smiled, picked up his teacup to return the greeting, and then drank it all in one gulp. "Just call me Ling Yun."

In the world of 【Plundering the Myriad Realms】, it wouldn't matter if he used his real name, since no one would recognize him anyway. However, the name Ling Yun seemed to hold a deep meaning for him, and he was still not used to hiding his identity.

However, hearing the man opposite him call himself Park In-meng made him chuckle. After the man addressed him as Mr. Ling, he asked with interest, "Does Brother Park know someone named 'Park Park-rak'?"

"It is indeed my father!" Park In-meng suddenly widened his eyes, somewhat surprised, "Does Mr. Ling know my father?"

"No, I've only heard about it."

Ling Yun covered the corners of his mouth with his teacup. Tao'er was right. I just wonder if there really is a "Grandpa Wang" who is Qian'er's father in some world.

Park In-meng didn't pay any attention. After silently drinking a cup of tea, he opened his folding fan and moved closer to Ling Yun.

Ling Yun moved slightly closer to him, using her folding fan to cover half of their faces.

"Mr. Ling, the movement techniques you just displayed suggest you are also a martial artist?"

As the two ran through the alley, Park In-meng thought he would need to deliberately slow down, but Ling Yun easily caught up with him and even slightly took the lead. If he hadn't been unsure of where they were going, he would have left the exceptionally agile Park In-meng far behind.

"I learned a little from a master when I was young, but I only know the basics."

"Haha, Mr. Ling, you really love to joke!"

Park In-meng naturally didn't believe it. As one of the three protectors under the Han Alliance, he dared to say that there was no one in the entire Han Alliance with better agility than him!

Although ancient books are severely damaged and many martial arts techniques have been lost, his family's "Light Body Technique," passed down only by one person, has been preserved in its entirety. It can be said that even mounted soldiers would not find it easy to capture him.

Seeing Ling Yun's calm and collected demeanor, Park In-meng pondered for a moment before asking, "Mr. Ling, it is indeed too difficult for a righteous man like you to fight alone. Why not join us and work together to find a way out for us Han people!"

“The world is united, and everyone is of one mind. Why make such distinctions?” Ling Yun did not directly respond to his question.

"Mr. Ling is joking. Dressed in fine clothes, with a long sword at his waist, and with his flowing long hair and superb movements, I, Park, would never believe that Mr. Ling did this on purpose! But one person's petty tricks are ultimately not enough to make a difference. Even if Mr. Ling can kill many more thieves, it will not bring back the beautiful land of our Han people!"

Ling Yun reached out and pushed aside his folding fan, then drank the tea that had just been poured into the bowl in one gulp.

"Brother Park, you flatter me. I simply forgot to dress up before going out. Farewell!"

After saying that, he got up and went out. Soon he walked to the shade of a big tree, where only the blazing sun and the chirping of birds accompanied him.

A series of hurried footsteps approached. Ling Yun turned around and saw that Park In-meng had followed, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead from rushing along.

"Mr. Ling, please forgive me!"

Park In-myung's eyes narrowed, and in a flash, he was already beside Ling Yun, reaching out to grab his arm.

He had intended to grab Ling Yun's hand holding the knife beforehand, but in a flash, Ling Yun had already subdued him. Park In-myung felt as if what was gripping his wrist wasn't a human hand, but an iron clamp!

Ling Yun lightly kicked him, and Park In-meng's blood surged. As Ling Yun released his grip, Park In-meng staggered back several steps, half-kneeling on the ground, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"A slight punishment will be given, and this will not be repeated."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Park In-myung took the opportunity to kneel down and kowtow to him.

"Mr. Ling, please help us!"

Ling Yun didn't turn around, but instead glanced back slightly, seeing an even deeper level of "friendliness" in him, knowing that this person was sincere: "What exactly is your organization?"

Upon hearing his question, Park In-meng's face lit up with joy, and he quickly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Mr. Ling, the world has suffered under the Tartars for too long!"

As Park In-meng spoke, Ling Yun gained a deeper understanding of the world's background, confirming his suspicions. Xiao Na only knew the general outline and lacked detailed knowledge; certain information still needed to be provided by locals.

"So, what is your purpose in inviting me to join your Han Alliance?"

“Mr. Ling!” Park In-meng glanced around, and seeing no one was nearby, moved half a meter closer to him, his voice hoarse. “Sir, you are unaware of this. According to reliable intelligence, the Tartar emperor will arrive in our Huzhou in no more than three days. Once that dog Tartar is dead, the news will reach the capital, and the Tartars will surely descend into chaos due to the struggle for the throne! Under the leadership of the Third Prince, our Han Alliance will surely rise up and reclaim our Han land!”

"Heh, do you really want me to be a suicide bomber? Sorry, I have no interest in that!"

Ling Yun was somewhat tempted. It seemed that because of his high luck, the world's power had arrived so quickly, revealing the whereabouts of the mission target right from the start and planning an operation. As long as he followed the plan step by step, he could probably easily complete the mission and return.

However, having come all this way to an ancient, fictional world, he didn't want to go back so soon. After all, staying for four days and then returning would only take a moment.

"No, no, no, sir," Park In-meng said urgently. "The main problem is that the dog Tartar emperor has a guard with excellent agility, who is quite troublesome. If you just need to hold him off for a moment, we can decide the dog emperor's fate!"

"When an emperor travels, what right do you have to get close to him?"

"Sir, this time the Tartar emperor is traveling on the pretext of inspecting the people's conditions. He only has two guards with him: one is a general who is brave and invincible on the battlefield, and the other is the Grand Eunuch. The latter is unpredictable and slightly better than me. I'm afraid only you can perfectly restrain him! However, he never takes shortcuts, and the local government probably knows his whereabouts. We can only act as soon as we spot him. If we are too late, we may miss our chance!"

An incognito visit? Ling Yun's expression was somewhat strange; he had already guessed which emperor it was.

However, regardless of the circumstances, his mission needs to be completed, and it seems that the "protagonist" of this world should be this emperor!

Chapter 133 A Beauty in the Middle of the Night [Bonus Chapter]

"By the way, do you have any silver on you?"

After all that commotion, Ling Yun was a little hungry and said to Park In-man in front of him.

"Oh, yes, yes!" Park In-man pulled out a few taels of silver and handed it to him.

"Alright, I'll stay at a nearby inn and stay in the area during the day. Just let me know if anything happens."

If an organization that wants to assassinate the emperor can't even track down his whereabouts, then there's no point in getting involved; it will be exposed sooner or later.

After saying that, he ignored Park In-meng and headed straight for the downtown area.

Park In-min clutched his aching chest; Ling Yun's seemingly effortless kick had made him feel as if he'd been hit by a carriage, and he was still a little out of breath. However, the stronger Ling Yun was, the greater their chances of success!

As for why he didn't doubt Ling Yun, Park In-meng couldn't explain it. He always felt that there was a voice in the dark urging him to do so, and if he missed it, he would probably regret it for the rest of his life.

"With Mr. Ling's help, the grand plan is likely to succeed! We should still report this to the Alliance Leader!"

Park In-man patted his chest, rested for a while, and then sped off into the distance.

Ling Yun arrived around noon, and after wandering around for a while, it was getting late. He didn't make a special choice, just grabbed some snacks and checked into a decent-looking inn.

After he sat cross-legged on the bed and practiced breathing exercises for a while, when he opened his eyes, he felt clear-headed and as if everything around him was within his perception!

[Congratulations, Master, on advancing your Qi Cultivation Technique from 'Beginner' to 'Minor Mastery'! Your combat strength has increased from C+ to B-, placing you among the top contenders. It's estimated that you can now crush the current world's "protagonist."]

Ling Yun clenched his fist. At other times, he really wouldn't actively sit cross-legged to guide his breathing. It was mainly because the feeling of being stuck in the middle at the last moment was really unpleasant, so he tried to break through.

There were no barriers, no awkwardness, and it was as if the progress was natural and effortless.

Just as he was about to get up and practice the new Black Dragon Eighteen Hands to feel his strength, he heard a soft knock on the door.

"Sir, are you asleep?"

Ling Yun put on his shoes and reached out to touch Mo Bai by the bed. In the middle of the night, a strange woman knocked on his door, and he instinctively felt something was amiss.

"who are you?"

Hearing his reply, the woman at the door breathed a sigh of relief and said softly, "The night is long, would you like me to come in and help you relax?"

"Oh, to relieve fatigue?" Ling Yun glanced at the sharp black sword in his hand, then sheathed it again. "I even asked the innkeeper, and he said this inn doesn't offer this kind of service, it's absolutely safe, and he told me not to worry."

The woman at the door gasped. In the dim moonlight, Ling Yun saw her blurry silhouette. The woman covered her mouth and chuckled softly, “Sir, I am forced into this situation. My elderly mother is gravely ill and needs a great deal of money for treatment. I am but a woman, of humble birth and frail health, and no innkeeper is willing to take me in. I can only wander through inns at night, seeking your generosity. If you, sir, are also inclined to do so, please open the door and take a look at me. If you find me pleasing, please have mercy on me…”

At first glance, it didn't seem like a big problem, but Ling Yun didn't believe it.

This isn't a modern hotel or inn; they'd all be closed by now. Where did this woman come from?

However, he knew what was going on, so he quietly walked to the door and opened it.

Although the light was dim, Ling Yun's features were now greatly enhanced, and he could still make out the woman's face. She was wearing a light, thin silk dress, and her inner garments were clearly visible. Although she seemed to be trying to seduce him, her methods were clumsy, and her vital parts were well covered, making it impossible for anyone to take advantage of her.

She wore light makeup, had delicate features, her hair was styled in a bun, and she had a slender figure. By outsider standards, she was probably a beauty that was one in a million.

Name: Pei Xiayan

【Age: 24】

[Value: 169, C]

[Rating: 95]

[Combat Strength: D]

[Affection: Like (Beautiful and approachable, up+)]

Ling Yun was quite surprised. The strongest person in this world was only D+, yet this beautiful woman was already D! And after observing her more closely, his suspicions were reinforced.

"Let's be frank, how much is it for one night?"

Pei Xiayan, who had initially developed a strong liking for Ling Yun because of his "beautiful and approachable" demeanor, suddenly turned cold upon hearing Ling Yun utter such vulgar words.

"It's not expensive, five taels of silver is enough."

Five taels? According to the price conversion, a skilled young lady would normally charge at least 10 taels of silver per night. It seems that the price set by this beauty in front of me is indeed very "marketable"!