Simultaneous Transmigration: The Re-merging of 99 Selves

Chapter 18 The Sunny Alley That Cannot Be Found

Shen Renjun was also quick-witted. After realizing that Zhao Yu was someone he couldn't afford to offend, he immediately brought up Yu Canghai's name.

After all, the Qingcheng Sect is a famous martial arts family, and Yu Canghai is a top master who has been famous for many years. Who in the martial arts world would dare to offend him easily?

But then, an unexpected incident occurred today.

Zhao Yu knew exactly what they meant; they were using Yu Canghai to intimidate him, but this threat was nothing to him.

"Yu the Dwarf? Who are you trying to scare?" Zhao Yu sneered, his tone full of disdain. "You dare ask my name? If you want to know who I am, tell Yu Canghai to come to Fuzhou and ask me himself."

Upon hearing this, Shen Renjun and Ji Rentong's faces turned pale instantly.

In the entire martial arts world, few people dare to call Yu Canghai "Shorty Yu" in front of the Qingcheng Sect disciples!

They wanted to speak out and save face for their sect, but after glancing at Zhao Yu's well-defined fingers, they hesitated for a long time and dared not utter a word.

How could a person like Yu Canghai possibly produce disciples with upright personalities?

Zhao Yu's eyes turned cold as he glanced at them: "Now, pay your bill, apologize to the innkeeper, and get out of here. If I see you using your martial arts to bully the common people again, next time it won't be as simple as just pinning your hands down."

The two dared not utter another word. With dark faces, they hurriedly took out silver from their pockets, placed it on the counter, and didn't even dare to calculate the bill.

They bowed respectfully to the innkeeper, their heads bowed, wishing they could disappear into the ground, and were about to slip out of the restaurant.

But after taking only two steps, Zhao Yu called him back.

"stop."

The two men froze, turned around abruptly, and looked at Zhao Yu with wary expressions, fearing that this troublemaker was about to cause some kind of mischief.

Zhao Yu raised his chin, pointed to the wine glass he had shattered not far away, and said calmly, "This wine glass of mine was broken because of the two of you. This debt is still unsettled."

The shopkeeper hurriedly ran out from behind the counter, waving his hands repeatedly: "No need, sir! It's just a wine cup, it's worthless, consider it a gift."

Zhao Yu didn't even look at the shopkeeper; his gaze remained fixed on Shen Renjun and Ji Rentong. He remained silent, yet his imposing presence made the two men feel suffocated.

The two dared not say they wouldn't compensate, so they quickly put a few more coins on the table, bowed to Zhao Yu, and then ran out of the restaurant in a disheveled state, not daring to look back even once.

The restaurant fell silent instantly, followed by a chorus of low cheers.

The rescued waiter immediately ran to Zhao Yu, knelt down with a thud, and kowtowed repeatedly, saying, "Thank you, young master! Thank you so much for saving me!"

Zhao Yu reached out and helped him up, smiling, "Get up, it was nothing, you go on with your work."

After seeing off the profusely thanking shopkeeper and waiter, Zhao Yu was finally able to continue asking the questions he hadn't finished earlier.

"Waiter, I have a question for you."

"Young master, please speak freely! I will tell you everything I know!" The waiter nodded and bowed hurriedly.

"I came to Fuzhou from out of town to find my relatives. My elders only said that my relatives lived in Xiangyang Lane in Fuzhou City, but I was new here and spent most of the day looking around but couldn't find where the lane was."

Zhao Yu casually made up a pretext, his tone so natural it seemed flawless: "You work in this restaurant, you must be familiar with the streets and alleys of Fuzhou. Do you know where Xiangyang Alley is?"

Upon hearing this, the waiter's eagerness froze, his brows furrowed, and he kept muttering "Xiangyang Lane, Xiangyang Lane."

After a long pause, the waiter bowed to Zhao Yu again with a pained expression, looking apologetic.

"Young master, I'm truly sorry... I've racked my brains, but I really can't recall a Xiangyang Alley in Fuzhou. Perhaps you've misremembered the name? Or am I simply ignorant?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yu's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He certainly wouldn't have misremembered.

The original novel of "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" clearly states that the Lin family's Evil-Repelling Sword Manual is hidden in the Buddhist hall of the old house in Xiangyang Lane, Fuzhou.

But nowadays even the local shopkeepers have never heard of this alley. It's likely that this Xiangyang Alley was originally the private alley of the Lin family's old residence, and was rarely mentioned to outsiders.

Or perhaps times have changed, and the name of the alley has long since changed.

He originally intended to take the sword manual quietly and avoid dealing with the Lin family father and son as much as possible.

The Evil-Repelling Sword Manual originally belonged to the Lin family. Zhao Yu's demand for it, directly confronting the person in question, was inevitably somewhat awkward.

But there seems to be no other way...

Just as Zhao Yu was pondering this, the waiter's eyes suddenly lit up: "Young master, please don't worry! I don't know, but our manager certainly does! He's run a restaurant in Fuzhou for over ten years, he has connections everywhere, and he knows Fuzhou very well. Please wait a moment, I'll go ask our manager right away!"

Before Zhao Yu could respond, the waiter dashed over to the counter and whispered a few words in the shopkeeper's ear.

In no time at all, the shopkeeper himself came over carrying a pot of fine yellow wine.

Upon reaching the table, he first bowed deeply to Zhao Yu: "Thank you so much for your help, young master! If it weren't for your righteous intervention, our little shop would probably have been smashed up by those two thugs today. I don't know how to thank you enough."

The shopkeeper had seen many of the techniques used by martial arts practitioners in the martial arts world over the years.

Shen Renjun and Ji Rentong acted recklessly under the influence of alcohol. If Zhao Yu hadn't intervened, he would have definitely suffered a loss today.

"You're too kind, shopkeeper. It was nothing at all." Zhao Yu raised his hand slightly, indicating that there was no need for such formalities.

The shopkeeper hurriedly brought over the yellow wine and personally poured Zhao Yu's cup to the brim: "Young master, this pot of wine is Shaoxing wine that I've been secretly keeping for five years. It's not worth much, but it's just a small token of my appreciation. All your expenses in the shop today are on me, so please don't be shy."

After saying that, he said with a hint of apology, "The waiter just told me that you were looking for Xiangyang Alley, sir. To be honest, I've lived in Fuzhou for almost fifty years and run a restaurant for over a decade, but I've never heard of Xiangyang Alley before. I'm really ignorant and sorry, sir."

Zhao Yu's heart sank.

Even the restaurant owner who has been based in Fuzhou for over a decade had never heard of Xiangyang Alley. It seems this alley is indeed not so easy to find.

Could it be that the only option is to go directly to Fuwei Escort Agency and ask Lin Zhennan and his son for clarification?

Just as Zhao Yu was pondering his next move, the shopkeeper spoke up again: "But young master, don't worry. Although I don't know where Xiangyang Lane is, I do have some connections in Fuzhou City and know quite a few people from all walks of life."

"If you trust me, leave me an address, and I'll have someone inquire around. If there really is such a place in Fuzhou, I'll find out within three days and send someone to deliver a message to you."