An Unexpected Visitor

Another month passed after that.

Just as Yu Wuyi had expected, no tasks worthy of being called commissions appeared during that month.

But it was not all bad.

At the very least, with Limitless around, Yu Wuyi no longer had to worry about his safety and could go out freely.

Coupled with the signature desserts and novel drinks at his All-Purpose House, more and more people came here simply to enjoy themselves.

The existence of Wuyi All-Purpose House gradually spread throughout Crimson Leap City.

Yet Yu Wuyi always felt a heavy weight pressing on his heart.

Because only fifteen months remained until Tang San's arrival.

Aside from the 20% role-playing progress and 20 commission coins the system had granted him upon his return that time, he had not encountered another task capable of triggering a commission.

The rule stating, "We don't take trivial errands," was not something he had set himself.

The system had its own criteria for commissions.

[The task possesses a certain degree of difficulty; the client has a special identity; the target has a special identity.]

Only tasks meeting at least one of the above conditions would be judged as commissions by the system and rewarded accordingly.

If this continued, his Wuyi All-Purpose House was practically going to turn into Wuyi Dessert and Liquor House!

When would some big shot finally come give me a commission?

Preferably one involving a faction. That way, Sam's role-playing progress could soar straight to 90%.

Another leisurely day passed just like that.

Just as Yu Wuyi was preparing to close for the day, someone walked in.

"Boss, give me a glass of strong liquor."

Yu Wuyi answered indifferently, "Sorry, sir, but we're already closed. If you'd like a drink, come back tomorrow."

He had seen this sort of thing plenty of times. It happened almost every day.

As long as he explained it clearly, that would be that.

But to his surprise, the customer trudged over and sat down before the bar.

"This old man did not come for the wine."

That voice...

Yu Wuyi looked up and saw a brown-haired middle-aged man before him.

It was actually him?

"Skyshaking Douluo Yang Zhenwei, what brings you to my establishment?"

"Oh? You recognize me?"

Yang Zhenwei was somewhat surprised. He had only learned from Ning Tian that there was a shop here; he had never visited before.

Yet the other party had recognized him at a glance.

Unless his intelligence network was exceptionally well-informed, he must have seen him in person before.

"You were the person inside that soul tool back then?"

"You have sharp eyes, Senior."

Yu Wuyi had no intention of hiding it, nor was there any need to.

It was not as though he had never considered that the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect might send someone to investigate him. After all, he had been the one to tell Ning Tian to introduce the All-Purpose House to them.

He simply had not expected it to happen today, two months later.

"Xiaotian has already told me about your circumstances. This old man thanks Boss Yu on her behalf."

Yang Zhenwei clasped his hands together and bowed to him.

"There is no need for that, Senior Yang. Our relationship is merely one of mutual benefit, not as noble as you think."

But Yang Zhenwei shook his head and said, "A gentleman judges deeds, not intentions. The fact remains that you protected Xiaotian. You deserve this thanks!"

His upright bearing made Yu Wuyi see him in a new light, forming a stark contrast to the way he had drawn his weapon the moment they first met.

Since the man was being so courteous, Yu Wuyi naturally had to return the courtesy.

"Then I'll shamelessly accept your thanks."

"And you needn't call me Boss Yu either, Senior. Do I really look that old? Just call me the owner."

Yang Zhenwei looked at the white-haired, heterochromatic-eyed young man before him, who only came up to his chest.

His youthful face could hardly even be called that of an adult; that form of address truly did not suit him.

"Then what brings Senior Yang here today?"

While he could not rule out the possibility that Yang Zhenwei had come merely to express his gratitude, Yu Wuyi's instincts told him it was not that simple.

He had a strong premonition that Yang Zhenwei would bring him exactly what he needed most.

"I came here today for two reasons. First, to thank Owner Yu for saving Xiaotian's life."

"Second, to make a commission."

"I heard from Xiaotian that Owner Yu seems capable of handling anything?"

Yu Wuyi shook his head and said, "Not everything. But as long as you can pay the price, there are indeed many things I can accomplish."

Yang Zhenwei understood. When Ning Tian had claimed that anything could be done, he had known that was impossible.

Still, considering that Yu Wuyi was Ning Tian's savior, a little exaggeration was only natural.

Though he did not hold much hope, he still voiced his second purpose:

"May I ask, Owner Yu, do you know of the Silky Tulip?"

Yu Wuyi narrowed his eyes slightly. He had expected the other party's commission to be difficult, but he had not expected him to go this big right from the start.

Considering that he was from the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, it was understandable that he needed it.

The Silky Tulip could be called the king of immortal herbs. It could discern the properties of all spiritual treasures of heaven and earth and command all such treasures.

Any plant-type soul beast that encountered it would have its combat strength cut in half.

Moreover, it had another effect: it could evolve the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

It also allowed soul masters to break through the lifelong limitation of only reaching Soul Sage.

The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had originally been called the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Only after Ning Rongrong consumed the Silky Tulip and evolved her martial soul into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda had it been renamed the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

But since then, no soul master of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had been able to evolve their martial soul again.

The Silky Tulip was far too rare. Even ten thousand years later, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had never obtained news of a second one.

Yu Wuyi naturally knew where another Silky Tulip could be found, but that was not a place ordinary people could enter.

Not to mention the deadly poison on the outskirts, quite a few of the immortal herbs within were hundred-thousand-year soul beasts.

Even if Yang Zhenwei was a Super Douluo, he might not come away unscathed.

Yu Wuyi first said, "Not only do I know of the Silky Tulip, I also know where it can be found."

At those words, Yang Zhenwei shot to his feet!

He had only intended to give it a try. He had never expected the other party to actually know!

"However, that place is extremely dangerous. Even if Senior Yang personally went there, you might not be able to retreat unscathed."

Those words immediately calmed Yang Zhenwei's excited heart.

Even a Super Douluo would be in danger. No wonder there had not been the slightest news of it in all these ten thousand years!

But if that was the case, where had Owner Yu gotten his information?

This little all-purpose house became increasingly mysterious in his eyes.

"However, in keeping with our customer-first philosophy, I can offer Senior Yang two commission options."

Yu Wuyi spread his hands, and two commission documents appeared, one in each palm.

The document on the left emitted a faint blue glow, while the one on the right gave off a light red glow.

The two colors happened to correspond to his eyes.

"First option: obtain the Silky Tulip's exact location. Senior Yang may personally lead people to search for it. The price required will be relatively small, corresponding to the red commission document."

"Second option: Wuyi All-Purpose House will act and retrieve the Silky Tulip, then deliver it to Senior Yang. The price required will be enormous, corresponding to the blue commission document."

"Now, the choice is yours, Senior Yang."

The two commission documents floated before Yang Zhenwei, awaiting his choice.