Guo Chengming's Past (5,000-word chapter) - Please Subscribe and Vote

At sunrise, Yang Que and his six companions were eating at Xilai Inn.

It was already the second day since Yang Que had swallowed the Spirit-Calling Pill. One more day, and his Martial Soul would be unsealed!

Yang Que was not one to sit still. After cultivating in his room for a day, he felt so stifled that he called Huang Dabiao and the others out to share some food and wine at the inn.

For one thing, too much had happened lately. Cultivation demanded steady progress; rushing recklessly would do no good. Sometimes, a man needed a break. After a full day of cultivating, Yang Que understood that all too well. If he kept going, he felt he might die of boredom. So he called the others out too, lest cultivating for too long leave them so pent-up that their later progress suffered. Of course, he would never admit that drinking alone was simply too boring!

For another, he wanted to gather information. An inn like this drew fish and dragons into the same waters, every sort of person imaginable. There was bound to be plenty of gossip. Much of it grew wilder with each retelling, but it could still prove useful!

It was still morning, and few people were coming and going. Yang Que ordered a tableful of dishes, several plates of peanuts, and a few bottles of wine. Then they gathered around the large table and dug in.

The only difference was that, aside from Yang Que, Huang Dabiao, and Guo Chengming, the other four wolfed down their food.

Watching them eat, Yang Que felt as though he had been starving them. Why did they look like hungry ghosts who had not eaten in centuries?

The waiter's expression said it all: he looked as though beggars had