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

Fu Xi stayed behind as a helper, but instead of making things easier for Wen Yubai, she caused him a lot of trouble.

They can't carry heavy loads or lift heavy objects, and they're always unhappy when it comes to doing odd jobs like wiping tables and washing dishes.

Wen Yubai only said a few words before running off to the backyard to sulk.

It was even more impossible to have her greet guests; even dressed in coarse cloth, her face was too conspicuous.

Every now and then, guests would try to strike up a conversation while they were drunk, and every time it would end up being unpleasant.

"Go, go, go, you're so clumsy."

Wen Yubai always said this, subtly protecting her behind him.

Ye Fuguang snorted, turned around, but couldn't help but smile slightly.

This kind of protection without any ulterior motive intrigued him.

In the afternoon, the sound of horses' hooves could be heard in the distance.

Wen Yubai gestured for Fu Xi to go to the kitchen to wash vegetables and avoid the situation.

To avoid causing more trouble.

Ye Fuguang crossed her arms. "I'm not going."

Until the group entered the inn.

Five warriors surrounded a young man in white robes, a sword at his waist.

Unlike those thugs and ruffians, he possessed a subtle chivalrous spirit.

Ye Fuguang's expression changed slightly, and without saying a word, he went to the kitchen.

Wen Yubai smiled helplessly at Fu Xi, who was stubborn on the outside but soft on the inside.

"Shopkeeper, six bowls of plain noodles, please."

"Alright, this way please, sir."

Wen Yubai led them to their seats, secretly observing them.

These people had an extraordinary air about them, especially the young man in white who was in the lead. He had clear and bright features, and the sword at his waist was inlaid with a rare piece of white jade.

One look at him and you know he's someone of high status.

The group of people were talking in hushed tones.

When the dishes were served, Wen Yubai heard someone mention the "Yun family" and the "young master".

He glanced at the face discreetly; it bore a striking resemblance to the portrait of Yun Zhaoting that he had collected earlier.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, this should be the second male lead.

The young man in white spoke gently:

"Shopkeeper, excuse me. Have you seen a man in his early twenties pass by here these past few days? He was carrying a sword and may have been injured."

Seemingly realizing that such a description was too obvious, he paused, then naturally added:

"That's my cousin. He ran away because he was unhappy with the marriage arranged by his family. My mother is extremely worried and specifically sent me to find him."

Wen Yubai cooperated by showing a thoughtful expression.

Then, as if suddenly realizing something, he casually pointed in a direction.

"I did see someone like that recently; it seems they went that way."

[Ding! Plot point completed: When the martial arts alliance leader asks for directions, point in a vague direction and say the line "It seems like they went that way" √]

Upon hearing the system announcement, Wen Yubai's smile became more genuine.

Yun Zhaoting thanked him, and when he looked up, his breath hitched almost imperceptibly.

I hadn't noticed before, but this shopkeeper is so handsome.

He quickly realized his rudeness, averted his gaze, and suppressed the fleeting turmoil in his heart.

Thank you.

There are more important matters at hand now. Eradicating the evil cult is of utmost importance, and he must not let his father down.

However, as he was about to leave and pay the bill, Yun Zhaoting paused, and finally asked the question that had been lingering in his mind.

"May I ask your name, shopkeeper?"

Wen Yubai.

Yun Zhaoting silently repeated the name in his mind and smiled, "Manager Wen, until we meet again."

Watching the group ride away, Wen Yubai let out a soft sigh.

Why do they all want to ask his name? He's just a stranger, does his name really matter?

In the kitchen, Ye Fuguang was scrubbing the dishes vigorously.

The smile Wen Yubai had given the hypocrite was still lingering in his mind.

Now they even readily reveal their names.

In chaotic times, how come this person has no sense of self-preservation at all?

After Yun Zhaoting and his group had gone far away, Ye Fuguang came out.

There was no one left in the store at this point.

He casually found a chair and sat down, staring intently at Wen Yubai.

The young man, dressed in a worn gray cloth shirt, was looking down and fiddling with an abacus.

The cuffs were washed until they were faded, and the whole body exuded the smell of daily necessities.

Aside from that attractive face, there's really nothing special about him.

Feeling stared at so intently, Wen Yubai reluctantly looked up.

"If Miss Fu Xi has nothing to do, why don't you go and straighten the tables and chairs?"

Ye Fuguang didn't answer, but instead asked, "Who did you learn your martial arts from?"

Before the abacus sound had even stopped, Wen Yubai had already prepared his explanation for his martial arts skills.

"When I was fleeing before, I happened to save a martial arts master, and he taught me a few moves to protect myself."

"I see."

Ye Fuguang responded lightly, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

lie.

When teaching the big man a lesson, his steps were steady and his moves were swift.

It's not something you can master just by learning a few moves.

But he didn't ask any more questions. He moved a deck chair to the backyard to sunbathe, leaving Wen Yubai to do all the work by himself.

The early autumn wind already carries a chill.

When Wen Yubai finished his work and came out, he saw Fu Xi curled up in a chair, dressed in thin clothes, as if she had fallen asleep.

I went back inside to get a thin blanket and covered her with it.

To avoid getting sick and needing his care.

As Wen Yubai turned around, the person who should have been asleep smiled slightly.

The blanket still carried the fresh scent of soapberry, and like the person, it was impossibly clean.

This inn is a bit run-down, but it's a quiet place to recuperate.

If only I didn't have to do those chores.

Sweeping, washing dishes, feeding the donkey—they really treated him like an ordinary worker, showing him no tenderness whatsoever.

He was always by the light of night; when had he ever suffered such hardship?

Strangely enough, when he saw that the man was giving up, he didn't scold him, but just silently took over.

She must think that in the shopkeeper's eyes, she is just an innocent young lady who doesn't know the ways of the world.

Ye Fuguang watched the man's busy back.

I just think this shopkeeper is really foolish. He lives a poor life himself, yet he always helps others.

Wen Yubai would even lend a helping hand to beggars and vagrants who passed by, giving them some food and tea.

In this world, kindness is the least valuable thing.

Ye Fuguang couldn't help but speak up once.

"Isn't the shopkeeper's soft heart going to get him into trouble?"

Wen Yubai was busy with his hands and answered without looking up.

"It's always better to make a good relationship than an enemy."

"Are you like this with everyone?"

Wen Yubai looked at her questioningly. "What?"

"fine."

Ye Fuguang turned her face away.

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An unexpected autumn rain arrived, and the inn's door was pushed open.

A woman in plain clothes walked in slowly, rainwater sliding down the edge of her straw hat.

Her gaze habitually swept across the room.

A few traveling merchants seeking shelter from the rain, a young shopkeeper at the counter, and a tall woman in the corner.

She randomly found an empty seat and ordered two side dishes.

Wen Yubai's voice came from the kitchen.

"Fu Xi, please help serve the dishes."

Ye Fuguang responded and got up to take the tray.

When he placed the food in front of the woman, she thanked him, but her gaze froze when she looked up.

With a target positioning system, she would never admit to making a mistake.

A flicker of surprise crossed her mind, but she forcefully suppressed it.

She quickly lowered her head to eat, her mind racing.

No wonder all the forces couldn't find him.

Who would have thought that the leader of the demonic sect who ascended to power through the killing of a master would disguise himself as a woman and hide in this remote inn?

When paying the bill, she took out her purse and deliberately let a few coins roll to the ground.

"I'm sorry."

She crouched down to pick them up, her eyes slightly red when she looked up. "Shopkeeper, are you still hiring?"

"Um?"

"I was on my way to visit some relatives, but I was robbed of all my money on the way."

"Shopkeeper, please take me in for a while so I can earn some travel expenses."

"I have a few taels of loose silver here, take it..."

"No! I can't accept something for nothing. I just want to earn some money for my travel expenses through my own work."

Wen Yu has a headache.

Familiar scene, familiar dialogue.

Ye Fuguang, who was pretending to be asleep in the corner, opened his eyes and gave a cold glance.

affected and pretentious.

Wen Yubai really didn't want to cause any more trouble.

Besides, he has already completed his mission and won't be staying in this world for long.

I was just thinking about how to politely decline.

Unexpectedly, the woman lowered her head, her shoulders trembled slightly, and she sobbed softly.

Wen Yubai sighed helplessly.

"Alright."