"Well... young master, I still have to work. Going out for even a short while will cost me a crystal!" The shopkeeper looked somewhat troubled.
Yang Zhen glared at him. "What kind of boss is so unreasonable? Tell him to come out so I can have a word with him. Forget it, just tell me how to get there."
"Go to the end of the road, turn left at the first intersection, turn right at the next intersection, count to twelve, then turn right again, and you'll see it."
Yang Zhen stared dumbfounded at the smug-looking shop assistant, then turned and left. "If I were your boss, I'd deduct your crystals every day."
After leaving the house, Yang Zhen followed the directions given by the waiter, turned left after exiting the door, and almost cursed when he looked up. He realized that after turning left and walking to the end of the road, he had fallen into a ditch; there was no first intersection at all.
Huh?
There's a small alley; this should be the road.
After wandering around for quite a while, Yang Zhen finally saw a group of people gathered around, which should be where the leader of the group was setting the questions.
Just as she was about to push through the crowd, a hand slapped Yang Zhen Yang Zhen on the shoulder, startling her.
Yang Zhen turned his head and saw a shifty-eyed guy clutching his chest, winking at Yang Zhen: "Young master, want some movies?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Zhen's heart skipped a beat. Could this fellow also be a time traveler?
This... this profession has potential! They can even make and sell adult films?
"Does Xiaoze still have vegetables?" Yang Zhen asked, looking down.
The man looked completely bewildered. "What are you talking about, sir? I don't have any food here!"
"What are you talking about if there's no food?" Yang Zhen was somewhat disappointed. She had thought she had met a fellow traveler, but it turned out to be a beautiful misunderstanding.
The man chuckled and said, "Judging by your handsome and dashing appearance, you must be here to draw questions so you can travel with the boss. I have most of the boss's questions here. Do you want them? They're very cheap."
"Huh?" Yang Zhen exclaimed with delight, "You're a scalper?"
"I am a person, a real person!" the man corrected solemnly.
"Forget it!" Yang Zhen's face darkened. "I'm asking you, where did you get these questions? Are the answers correct?"
The man shook his head, his gaze towards Yang Zhen somewhat strange. "Young master, what are you saying? These questions were naturally compiled by me. As for the answers... if I had the answers, would I be wasting my breath listening to you here?"
Grass!
Yang Zhen stared blankly at the scalper. Was this really such a disgrace to scalping?
"Would you like some, young master?"
"No way!" Yang Zhen pouted. "Do I need to cheat to answer a question? Don't even mention three questions, even thirty questions, I could answer them all in a day's work. Do you think I'm just a genius for nothing? I'm not bragging, but when it comes to answering questions, you all have to call me 'Daddy'!"
"Oh, how arrogant this young master is! Do you realize that your words have offended everyone here?"
A strange, sarcastic voice came through, its tone filled with disharmony. For some reason, upon hearing this voice, Yang Zhen felt a chill run down his spine, and his hair stood on end.
That voice... sounds exactly like the synthesized voice of an old man on TV.
Yang Zhen looked up and, sure enough, saw a burly man with a flower wreath, his fingers twirling in a delicate gesture, looking at him with amusement. The strong scent of rouge emanating from him was pungent enough to be smelled from a distance.
The seller's expression changed, and he hurriedly pulled Yang Zhen back a few steps, saying with a smile, " Young Master Liang, what are you saying? We were just discussing the price, and we didn't mean to look down on anyone here. You are all geniuses from various places, how could we dare to be presumptuous?"
The old man pursed his lips, gave a soft snort, took out a pink handkerchief and gently wiped his nose, then turned his head away and suddenly exclaimed, "Oh my, Young Master Niu has drawn a question correctly!"
What's the fastest way to dry off sweat?
"This... naturally, was wiped off with the most absorbent cloth!"
"I don't think it's that simple. The boss's questions are always profound and unconventional. Perhaps this is a question testing one's Yuan Power. I think it should be about using fire-attribute Cultivation Method arts techniques to dry off the sweat!"
"That answer is truly unique and insightful; I'm truly impressed!"
"I think the fastest way is probably to shake the sweat off your face, since finding something takes time, and what if there's no cloth around?"
The crowd was discussing the answer to the question, while the crooked Young Master Niu's face turned red. He stared at the question card in his hand, trembling all over. Suddenly, he coughed up a mouthful of blood and fell straight backward.
"Oh dear, even Young Master Niu has fallen down. This question is indeed too difficult. Quickly, help Young Master Niu up."
Yang Zhen, standing at the back of the crowd, stared in disbelief and asked the video vendor next to him, "Are all these people idiots? They can't even vomit blood just from answering a question?"
The man selling the tickets shook his head and explained, "Young master, you don't know this, but the boss's questions are always too profound. Those question cards also have various restrictions, designed to test the candidate's character and strength. Otherwise, why hasn't anyone been able to answer all three questions correctly in so long?"
Having said that, the seller, seemingly noticing Yang Zhen's eagerness, pulled out numerous wooden slips from his robes with a clatter, saying, "Young master, these slips perfectly mimic the boss's questions; perhaps they'll be helpful to you."
Yang Zhen was stunned. Seeing the eager look in the man's eyes, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't tell everyone you sell porn anymore. How can you make money with such low-level marketing tactics?"
"Then... then what do you mean?" The person selling the DVDs looked taken aback.
Yang Zhen stared into the eyes of the person selling the DVDs: "I'll give you an idea, it's free, just don't forget me when you become successful."
"Young... Young Master, please speak!"
"These videos... ugh, these questions, from today onwards, they won't be called videos, they'll be called 'Five Years of College Entrance Examination, Three Years of Simulation'!"
"Five years of college entrance exam preparation, three years of mock exams?" The man selling the videos hesitated, his expression shifting. "What is the college entrance exam?"
"It's a saying from my hometown, a test that countless cultivators must face. Only a very few exceptionally talented individuals can pass it, and it's extremely cruel!"
"Then let's call it 'Five-Year College Entrance Exam, Three-Year Simulation'!" the video seller exclaimed excitedly. "The questions the boss lady sets are probably even more brutal than the college entrance exam in your hometown, young master! They're absolutely cruel!"
Yang Zhen laughed heartily and walked towards the crowd, "Make way, make way! This tyrant has come here to answer questions, can you onlookers please make way?"
This dad?
The old man pointed at Yang Zhen and said, "Boy, are you trying to take advantage of us?"
Yang Zhen hurriedly cupped his hands in a scholar's salute and said, "No, no, this father is the father of a top student, not the 'top' in 'father.' Because I am extremely learned, all the neighbors respectfully call me ' Daddy Yang '!"
"So it's Overlord Yang. Does 'top student' mean 'the one who dominates the academic world'?"
"Oh my, this gentleman is quite clever. Did he guess all three of the boss's questions correctly?"
The man blushed and said excitedly, "Does Overlord Yang also think I can answer Big Sister's three questions correctly?"
"How will you know if you don't try?" Yang Zhen said, cupping his hands in greeting. "In my hometown, there's a saying that has inspired countless students to persevere in their pursuit of knowledge, a saying that has motivated generations."
"Oh?" The man looked surprised and asked, "There is such a profound saying? May I hear it from you?"
Yang Zhen nodded and said, "That's what they say: trying doesn't guarantee success, but not trying guarantees failure..."
Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement, their eyes lighting up as they focused their attention on Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen coughed lightly and continued, "Only by trying it yourself can you know..."
"What do you know?" the man asked eagerly.
Only then will you realize how stupid you really are!
puff!
A group of people stared in disbelief, completely dumbfounded as they looked at Yang Zhen.
Holy crap, is there really such a profound saying?
Only by trying it yourself will you know how stupid you are.
Hmm, it seems to make sense.
Yang Zhen took advantage of everyone's stunned state and came to the title card that Mr. Niu had drawn. The thunder sword in his hand flashed with cold light. The title card broke in response and was split into two halves. One half fell to the ground and the other half remained where it was. There were dragons and phoenixes dancing on it, leaving only half of the word "sweat":
Dry!