Xiao Yan raced across the undulating rooftops. Not a single tile sounded beneath his feet; only his robes snapped in the wind.
His objective was clear. He had already run through a dozen plans for sneaking into the Jia Lie Family estate, beating that unfortunate first-tier Alchemist black and blue, then making a stylish exit.
Just then, Xiao Yan caught sight of a strange dark shape in the night sky ahead. It flew in a bizarre fashion, like some peculiar helicopter, wobbling leisurely in the same direction he was heading.
He stopped immediately and narrowed his eyes for a closer look. That was clearly an enormous Bamboo Copter! He could figure it out with his toes—it had to be Xiao Yi!
At that moment, Xiao Yi held an enormous wooden Bamboo Copter in his left hand, nearly half a person tall. Its "blades" turned lazily in the night breeze with a faint buzzing sound, actually keeping him suspended in midair.
On his right shoulder, he steadily balanced a dung ladle, with... a dung bucket hanging from it, giving off an utterly indescribable stench!
Xiao Yi seemed to be enjoying his flight immensely. He was even muttering to himself, his voice quiet but carried clearly into Xiao Yan's ears by the wind.
"High-end commercial warfare often requires only the simplest, most brutal methods..."
Xiao Yan stared slack-jawed at the figure in the night sky, forgetting even to breathe for a moment. Xiao Yi had actually hauled out his dung ladle and dung bucket again and gone into battle?!
Yao Lao was likewise speechless, evidently staggered by this excessively "simple" and "primitive" approach to commercial warfare.
Xiao Yan stared blankly at the retreating figure disappearing into the night, carrying a dung ladle and riding a broom. That indescribable, faintly "mellow fragrance" still