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

The group of burly men at the table kept glancing at the girl in purple in the corner, making lewd and suggestive remarks.

Wen Yubai could clearly feel that the atmosphere in the corner had cooled down a few degrees.

He regretted not putting up a screen to separate the lobby.

Just then, another person entered through the door.

He was a young man, handsome, his clothes were covered in dust, and a sword hung at his waist.

He quickly glanced around the lobby as he entered, his gaze lingering on the woman for a moment.

Then I found an empty seat and sat down.

"Boss, a bowl of beef noodles, please."

Wen Yubai responded, glancing at the other person almost imperceptibly.

With that appearance and demeanor, could he be the leader of that demonic sect who's being hunted down?

He quickly cooked the noodles, brought them over, and just as he put the bowl down, the system announcement sounded.

[Ding! Plot point completed: When the newly appointed leader of the demonic sect is being chased by the righteous path and escapes to the inn, give him a bowl of hot noodles √]

So fast?

Wen Yubai was overjoyed.

Before he could even catch his breath, the woman in purple's voice rang out.

"Check out."

He quickly went over.

The woman touched something in her sleeve, and her expression changed slightly.

She pursed her lips, and said somewhat embarrassedly:

"Shopkeeper, could you put this on my tab? I'll settle it next time."

Before Wen Yubai could answer, the burly men at the other table started shouting.

"Oh, so you're trying to renege on your debt, young lady?"

"Come, come, have a drink with your brother. I'll pay the bill for you."

"That's right, don't be shy, shopkeeper, don't block the way."

The woman in the purple dress turned cold, and a flash of murderous intent crossed her lowered eyes.

Wen Yubai smiled, but took a step forward, shielding her even more tightly, and whispered:

"Girl, the money isn't urgent, you can pay me next time. You should go now."

The woman glanced at him, nodded, and got up to leave.

Unexpectedly, the big man found Wen Yubai in the way, shoved him aside, and reached out to grab the woman.

The woman gracefully dodged the attack and walked away without looking back.

Wen Yubai steadied himself and quickly stopped the burly man who was still trying to chase after him:

"Sir, please calm down. I'll cook you a few more dishes to go with your drinks."

Just as the burly man was about to get angry, his tablemate gave him a wink.

He spat angrily and sat back down.

The group quickly finished their meal, paid the bill, and left.

As Wen Yubai cleared away the dishes, he glanced in the direction the group had left, his brows furrowed slightly.

These people probably have ill intentions.

In the main hall, only the leader of the demonic sect remained, still leisurely eating noodles.

He seemed indifferent to everything around him.

"Please enjoy your meal, sir. I'll go chop some firewood."

Wen Yubai doesn't consider himself a good person.

But the thought of those men's ill intentions made him really worried about the frail woman.

He followed the trail into a small grove of trees.

Sure enough, the group surrounded the girl, hurling insults at her.

Seeing that the group was pushing and shoving each other, preparing to get physical, they realized that the situation was escalating.

Wen Yubai strode out.

"What are you doing!"

"Shopkeeper, we've settled the money for you, so don't meddle in other people's business."

Too lazy to waste words.

Wen Yubai acted immediately, and without much effort, he knocked those people to the ground, making them howl in pain.

Wen Yubai waved his hand, telling them to get lost.

The group scrambled away.

He then walked towards the woman, keeping a few steps away.

I glanced at it and it appeared there were no external injuries.

"Young lady, are you alright?"

The woman shook her head, and a short blade silently slid back into place from her sleeve.

Wen Yubai glanced at the sky and realized it wasn't appropriate for her to travel alone.

"Miss, it's getting late. Why don't you stay at the inn for the night and continue your journey tomorrow?"

"I have no money."

"It's okay, the room and meals will be paid together. You can pay next time you pass by."

The woman looked at him quietly for a moment, then said softly, "Thank you."

The two walked back, one after the other.

As they approached the inn, she suddenly spoke up: "My name is Fu Xi."

Wen Yubai was taken aback, but he didn't ask.

At first glance, one might mistake it for Fuxi. In his world, Fuxi was the first of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, so it's not an easy name to choose.

He only found out it was the name "Fu Xi" after he asked.

A very rare surname.

Unbeknownst to the two, there was a pair of eyes lurking in the shadows, having witnessed everything that had just happened.

When Wen Yubai returned to the inn, the Demonic Sect Leader had just finished eating his noodles.

"Shopkeeper, the bill is due."

"A bowl of beef noodles costs fifteen coins."

He paid, glanced at Wen Yubai a few times, and smiled, "What's your surname, shopkeeper? Your noodles taste pretty good."

"My surname is Wen. I'm glad you like it, and I welcome you to come again next time."

"It's best if you don't come again," Wen Yubai silently added in his mind.

Having experienced the first two worlds, Wen Yubai had no desire to have any unnecessary contact with the main characters.

"Definitely, Manager Wen, see you next time."

Watching that figure gradually disappear into the distance, Wen Yubai breathed a sigh of relief; only one crucial plot point remained.

Wen Yubai booked a room for Fu Xi.

She took the key and went straight upstairs, locking the door with a crisp, clean sound, without even a polite word.

Wen Yubai touched his nose, wondering if he had been mistaken for a bad guy.

As he brushed past her, he thought he smelled a faint scent of blood.

Menstruation...

After a casual dinner, he went to the backyard to boil a bucket of water.

Reaching the second floor, he knocked on Fu Xi's door.

"Miss Fu Xi, I've boiled some water. Do you need some?"

There was a moment of silence inside before a hushed voice could be heard.

"Just put it outside."

Upon hearing this, Wen Yubai put down the bucket and went downstairs to continue tidying up.

After cleaning the lobby, I went to the kitchen to prepare the cold dishes for tomorrow before returning to my room to rest.

Inside the room on the second floor.

Only after confirming that there was no more movement downstairs did they open the door a crack and carry the bucket inside.

The water temperature was just right.

She took off her clothes.

With a few very faint cracking sounds from bones, his figure visibly grew taller.

The ointment is spread in the palm of the hand and then pressed and rubbed onto the face using special techniques.

A moment later, the face revealed a angular, masculine profile, with a touch of aloof beauty.

The bandage on his abdomen was soaked with blood. He removed the blood-stained strips of cloth and stepped into the bathtub.

Hot water washed over the wound, bringing a stinging pain.

A misty haze hung in the air.

Ye Fuguang leaned against the barrel and chuckled.

After years of roaming the martial arts world, he was eventually rescued by a hero.

If it weren't for the meddling of the man surnamed Wen, those few small fry would have been fed to wild dogs long ago.

However, this shopkeeper is indeed strange.

Despite his snobbish appearance, he possesses extraordinary skills and lives in this remote, desolate place.

What's the point?

The next morning.

When Ye Fuguang came downstairs, she had already returned to her womanly appearance.

Wen Yubai was wiping the table, but when she saw her coming over, she didn't stop wiping.

"Good morning, Miss Fu Xi."

"Manager Wen."

Ye Fuguang paused for a moment before saying, "Could I work at the shop to pay off the food and lodging I owe you?"

"I have no money and nowhere to go..."

Wen Yubai paused in wiping the table, then looked up to examine her.

This face is too eye-catching; leaving it in the store might cause trouble.

He hesitated, but then he saw the other person lower their head and their eyelashes tremble slightly.

Ye Fuguang thought to himself that this young shopkeeper really didn't know what was good for him.

But this posture took on a different meaning in Wen Yubai's eyes.

His heart softened.

A young woman traveling alone must have some unspeakable troubles.

He worried that refusing her now would push her to the brink.

"Alright, then you can stay and work as a helper."