The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

Wen Yubai raised his hands slightly.

"My lords, I just went to town to buy some things, and I really don't have much money on me."

The leader had a sallow complexion and a stern voice, but his hand holding the wood-chopping knife trembled.

"Stop talking nonsense and give me the stuff!"

"Yes! Watch out, our knives and clubs don't have eyes!"

Another tall, thin man also mustered his courage and shouted, his gaze involuntarily drifting towards the rice and grains covered with coarse cloth on the cart.

Wen Yubai's eyes flickered slightly. These men were carrying weapons, but their steps were unsteady and their stance was unstable.

They must be farmers.

Just as the two men couldn't help but step forward to pull at each other, Wen Yubai kicked a pebble, which hit one of the men's wrists.

"Ouch!" The tall, thin man dropped his machete and landed on the ground.

Almost simultaneously, Wen Yubai lightly elbowed another burly man, causing him to stagger backward.

Seeing this, the remaining few were too frightened to go forward; it was clear they had messed with a tough opponent.

Wen Yubai patted his clothes.

"Gentlemen, why bother with this dangerous, life-risking business? You don't seem like seasoned bandits."

Upon hearing his words, the burly man in the lead immediately calmed down, dropped his stick, and knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"My lord, spare our lives! We were refugees from the north, and we had no other choice but to block the road to get some food."

The men behind him also dropped their weapons, their faces filled with despair.

Wen Yubai watched them silently. In chaotic times, such tragedies were commonplace.

He sighed, pulled out a bag of rice weighing about fifty pounds from underneath, and took out a small bag of salt, placing them in front of the leading man.

"Here, take these. They should last you a while. There's a town called Qingshui in the northwest. Go there and find a stable job."

"If you can't survive, come to my Yuelai Inn, it's just ahead. Chop wood and fetch water, and you'll always be able to get a meal."

The men's eyes reddened, and they kowtowed heavily.

"Thank you, shopkeeper. We are not animals. We will never do such a heinous thing again."

Wen Yubai waved his hand, spurred the carriage, and continued on its leisurely journey.

The goodwill he cultivated also helped him a great deal in the years to come.

Those men, relying on their physical strength, found a job delivering goods in Qingshui Town.

After settling down, he never forgot Wen Yubai's kindness.

The one who came the most was Brother Zhang, who was in charge.

During holidays or when there is a need to move a large number of heavy objects, they always call on three or five brothers to come and help.

Although they weren't martial arts masters, a few strong men stood in the inn.

This invisibly deterred those thugs and ruffians who wanted to renege on their debts or cause trouble.

This saved Wen Yubai a lot of unnecessary trouble.

He traveled through time a bit too early; the novel's plot hadn't even started yet.

Yun Zhaoting is the son of the leader of the martial arts alliance, and Ye Fuguang is just a disciple of the leader of the demonic sect.

The Moon Shadow Pavilion is too mysterious; the name of its owner is unknown.

I wonder if Yue Wuhen has become the host yet.

With 188 not around, Wen Yubai secretly collected portraits of the main characters in order not to admit his mistake.

Yun Zhaoting is easy to find.

Ye Fuguang's portraits were either of fierce and menacing figures or depictions of someone with three heads and six arms.

Wen Yubai guessed that it was a fierce man.

As for Yue Wuhen, there is no such person in the martial arts world. It is understandable that assassins cannot reveal their names.

Three more years passed.

Wen Yubai was leaning over the counter, fiddling with an abacus in front of a yellowed ledger.

He muttered to himself, "The price of rice has gone up again this month."

Several groups of martial arts practitioners were resting in the inn, discussing their recent experiences in gruff voices.

"Have you heard? The Demonic Sect has completely changed hands. That night, Fu Guang actually killed his master and took over."

"Hmph, his position as sect leader is far from secure. The remnants of the old sect leader and several righteous factions joined forces to set a trap for him, forcing him to flee in disarray."

"That demon is truly formidable; despite being severely wounded, he still managed to break through the encirclement."

"His whereabouts are currently unknown, and all sides are searching for him. Whoever can take his life will have a great opportunity to make a name for themselves."

"Hahaha, I hope I don't run into him."

The crowd began to murmur amongst themselves, and one of the more generous guests ordered another pot of wine, saying:

"Shopkeeper, why don't you have a drink too!"

Wen Yubai poured wine, then quickly waved his hand, putting on a well-practiced, shrewish smile.

"You esteemed heroes are engaging in such lofty discussions that I am completely bewildered."

The crowd burst into laughter upon seeing this.

The guest paused for a moment, then said nothing more.

I just thought to myself that this young shopkeeper was strangely good-looking.

As they were leaving after a satisfying meal, they glanced at the inn, which was in the middle of nowhere, and remarked something.

"Shopkeeper, things have been a bit dangerous on the streets lately. You'll be guarding the shop alone, so make sure the doors and windows are locked tight at night."

Wen Yubai counted the money for the drinks, looked up and smiled gently, "Okay."

For several days in a row, Wen Yubai paid extra attention to passersby, but he never encountered anyone who resembled the leader of the Demonic Sect.

He sighed, and at that moment he actually missed 188.

Although they weren't of much use when they were around, at least they could talk to each other.

As evening approached, a waiter who often stopped by asked curiously:

"Shopkeeper, why are you sighing so much today?"

Wen Yubai feigned a wry smile and casually made up an excuse:

"The roof on the east side is leaking. It costs two taels of silver to have a bricklayer fix it, which is too expensive."

"Oh! My uncle does this kind of work. I talked to him, and he'll take you in as a student..."

Before the waiter could finish speaking, he was suddenly bumped into from behind. "Who is it? You haven't walked that far..."

He turned around and saw several burly men carrying large swords swaggering in, and immediately fell silent.

The waiter hurriedly whispered to Wen Yubai, "I'll charge you one or two taels for repairing the roof," and then disappeared.

Wen Yubai frowned slightly, then put on a smile and stepped forward.

"What would you gentlemen like to order?"

The leader slammed his knife on the table. "Cut five catties of braised beef, bring two jars of strong liquor, and stir-fry five side dishes to go with the drinks!"

"Okay, please wait a moment."

With a small shop and few staff, Wen Yubai took on multiple roles.

He first served the prepared cold dishes, then went back to the semi-open kitchen to get busy.

His gaze occasionally swept across the outer hall.

These guys don't look like the male leads in romance novels.

No male protagonist has a full beard or chest hair, right?

By the time he served the hot dishes, the burly men were already eating with rosy cheeks.

Several more regular customers arrived, and seeing the bustling scene inside, they quickly finished their meals, paid their bills, and left.

A familiar young man even quietly asked Wen Yubai if he should call Brother Zhang and the others over to keep things in order.

Wen Yubai waved his hand, indicating that these people were skilled and that even if Brother Zhang and his group came, it would be of no use.

Suddenly, the shop fell silent.

Wen Yubai looked up.

A veiled woman in a purple dress stood at the entrance.

She is tall, curvaceous, and has an extraordinary temperament.

His eyes, though seemingly cold, held a unique sharpness.

Ignoring the stares of everyone in the room, she walked straight to an empty seat in the corner, her voice icy.

"A bowl of clear soup noodles"

Wen Yubai couldn't help but glance at her a few more times; it was rare for a young lady to come here.

Could it be the female lead?

However, the original text describes the female protagonist as petite, while the man in front of her is almost as tall as her.

It should not be.

Wen Yubai quickly served the noodles.

The woman in purple raised her eyes, her gaze seemingly casually sweeping across his face.

He then lowered his head and quietly ate his meal, revealing no trace of his emotions.