Chapter 17: Dao Ancestor’s Inheritance
In the morning light, Han Shuangjiang looked at Chu Huaixu, who wore a faint smile.
“Not yet.” She replied, without lying, indicating she hadn’t eaten.
Her tone remained cold, as if emotion barely moved within her.
The fox‑faced man looked at her and sighed, “I’ve found that prices at the outer‑sect are awfully high.”
“Indeed!” Han Shuangjiang instantly agreed, with a hint of excitement.
This was the most intense reaction Chu Huaixu had ever heard in her voice.
Realizing she’d lost some composure, Han Shuangjiang felt slightly embarrassed.
She seemed always to habitually hold herself aloof.
“Since you haven’t eaten yet, how about we go together?” Chu Huaixu said.
Han Shuangjiang instinctively wanted to refuse.
However, the other quickly uttered two words she couldn’t refuse.
“My treat.”
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Outside the outer‑sect’s canteen, many stalls competed for the sect’s business.
The two found a breakfast stall, sat down, and ordered a bowl of small wontons, a bowl of plain noodles, plus a basket of soup dumplings.
With just that, the motherf*cker charged 180 wen!
“What are these, like scenic‑spot prices!” Chu Huaixu complained inwardly.
Han Shuangjiang ate the small wontons feeling quite justified.
She’d been raised in a brothel since childhood with the lesson: when a man offers favors, gratefully accept them.
Don’t think there aren’t simps even in brothels.
In fact, even in the 21st century, many people at those touch‑and‑sing places, after getting the hostess’s contact info, go full simp.
But Han Shuangjiang wasn’t in the mood to cultivate a simp, although she had the capital to.
By her stubborn nature and the last shred of her dignity, she would do everything to sever herself from that upbringing, as if it had been a nightmare long ago.
She was now accepting Chu Huaixu’s treat purely because she had cared for him last night when he fell unconscious.
Of course, that was also Chu Huaixu’s stated reason for treating her.
But privately, he was a bit puzzled.
“Han Shuangjiang is a world protagonist and also the Body of Profound Yin.”
“And I… through a twist of fate took Xu Ziqing’s place as world protagonist and took his script.”
“But Dao Gate doesn’t seem to give us much preferential treatment?”
“Normally, someone so blessed should be welcomed back by their sect, treated like royalty!”
“Resources poured in, spoiling nonstop.”
But look at the two of them—they don’t even have living allowances.
“Does Dao Gate’s leadership really treat everyone equally?”
That said, the only current benefit might be that they’d at least be recognized by outer‑sect power figure Niu Yuanshan.
Niu Yuanshan might think they had Elder Six backing, and if they ran into trouble, he’d likely help.
But the problem was, Chu Huaixu didn’t want too much contact with Niu Yuanshan right now.
He didn’t want to end up becoming a secret agent liaison!
As for high‑level elders like Li Chunsong in the inner sect, they’re so unapproachable—only if he sought them out, but they wouldn’t even meet him.
The world protagonist before him, elegantly eating wontons and yet not touching the basket of dumplings, was exactly the thigh Chu Huaixu should be grabbing onto.
Everyone knows that so‑called protagonists are blessed with deep fortune—their path is studded with fortune, they get opportunities endlessly, and countless chances await them.
In fact, when Chu Huaixu was playing “Borrowed Sword,” he knew a large guild had received a richly rewarded group quest—to help Han Shuangjiang conquer a dungeon and assist her in obtaining a master’s inheritance!
“What does it mean to be a world protagonist?”
“A world protagonist means the whole world revolves around her!”
Chu Huaixu’s intention toward her was simple—ride her coattails.
Opportunities, encounters, main quests... see if he could get a share.
Grab those jade thighs and enjoy the ride!
In fact, this vast Dao Gate was full of encounters and opportunities, with many hidden side‑quests.
Some predecessors, before their final days, left their inheritances somewhere in Mountains‑Beyond‑Mountains for those with fate to discover.
They thought it fitting of masters, calling themselves refined.
This trend was actually started by the Dao Ancestor himself.
Before the Dao Ancestor left the world, he left nine mysterious inheritances, plus… that sword!
Of the nine inheritances, seven had already been discovered over the long passage of time.
The recipients of inheritance, without exception, became world‑shaking powers!
So far, the latest person to obtain a Dao Ancestor inheritance was the current Seventh Elder of Dao Gate, Shen Man.
She was in the Inner‑Sect’s Purple Bamboo Forest, drawing a diagram as her prison, having been refining for over a year without breakthrough.
“This is hard to guess—who will get the remaining two Dao Ancestor inheritances?” Chu Huaixu teased himself inwardly.
“Of course it’ll be the World Protagonist!”
And as far as he knew, those two inheritances had both been claimed solely by Han Shuangjiang.
This woman’s fortune was terrifying!
“When ‘Borrowed Sword’ officially launched its public test, the story timeline was Xuanli 1991, which is next year.”
“At that time, Han Shuangjiang’s character description already had her as an Inner‑Sect disciple, and she’d obtained two inheritances from the Dao Ancestor.”
According to Dao Gate rules, someone in the Qi‑Opening stage is a Registered Disciple, and upon stepping into the First Realm earns advancement to Outer‑Sect Disciple.
Outer‑Sect Disciples who reach the Third Realm have a chance to enter the Inner‑Sect.
“That means this iceberg‑face girl rose from Qi‑Opening stage to Third Realm within just one year.”
“And she also snagged two inheritances.”
“When the game went live, she’d only just entered the Inner‑Sect, making it nearly impossible for Dao Gate players to see her—but in the Outer‑Sect you could hear legends about her everywhere.”
“That means the two Dao Ancestor inheritances she got probably happened while she was still in the Outer‑Sect—they’re very likely out there.”
Once he realized that, Chu Huaixu couldn’t help but plot.
He wanted to ride her thigh and see if he could snag a Dao Ancestor inheritance.
As for whether he’d actually enter the inheritance site afterward…
—Men always lie and say they slipped in, didn’t they!
Only riding without entering—yeah, that’s your lie.
Thinking this, he raised his head as he finished his noodles and looked at the cold-faced girl who was slowly blowing on the steaming tiny wonton on her spoon.
She was so focused on eating her small wontons, she hadn’t even touched the basket of soup dumplings placed between them.
It was like when someone treats another to a meal, and the recipient shyly only eats their own bowl of staple food, never touching the shared dishes.
“That’s kind of interesting, pretty earnest,” he thought.
Chu Huaixu spoke: “Try it—these buns are pretty good.”
He wasn’t lying; they were tasty. If sold on Earth in a storefront with delivery, the monthly orders would reach thousands.
They were expensive, but the meat filling didn’t skimp—it was real pork, with a bit of piping hot broth inside.
Han Shuangjiang glanced at him, then picked up a dumpling.
She carefully bit a tiny hole, blew on it gently, then took a bite, tasting the broth, filling, and wrapper together.
“Tasty,” the cold‑faced girl mentally admitted.
But after eating one, she stopped using her chopsticks.
If asked to try, she’d genuinely only try one.
Seeing her overly reserved manner, Chu Huaixu didn’t push it.
There were eight buns in the basket, and seven ended up in his belly.
After eating his fill, he drank a sip of noodle broth and put down his chopsticks.
Han Shuangjiang ate slowly, carefully chewing each tiny wonton—an elegant eating style.
After all, that high-class brothel had trained her to become the top courtesan, not just a flirt.
There were twelve tiny wontons in the bowl; her empty stomach had consumed only two-thirds.
Perhaps aware he was staring, she lifted her head, a bit puzzled, meeting his gaze.
In the morning glow, the fox‑faced man thought, and with no lead‑in, said:
“How about from now on, we do things together?”
With a “plop,” his spoon dropped into the bowl.
Han Shuangjiang was shocked—her beautiful eyes widened, long thick lashes trembling, her mind shaken:
“I only ate eight tiny wontons and one soup‑dumpling and you already want me?”
She straightened up and stopped eating:
“I’m done.”
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