Chapter 162: Someone Who Obviously Had a Protagonist Template

Chapter 162: Someone Who Obviously Had a Protagonist Template

“Couldn’t they add some cool stuff, like Sword Qi or fist impacts or something?”

Chen Xiyi was watching the two people on the stage. One used a sword, the other used fists. Both were at the beginner level.

Their moves and footwork seemed really good, and they were super fast. But everything just looked a bit too flashy to him.

Especially when they got all tangled up. If it were Chen Xiyi, he would have totally kneed the other one or kicked between the legs, not just keep fighting head-on like fools.

“They are just Body Forging Warriors. Only Innate Warriors can send Internal Energy outward. The whole fist will thing? I never heard of that.” Yan Guilai shook her head. She thought Chen Xiyi probably read that in some storybook.

“Ugh, so weak. Forget moving mountains; I didn’t expect it was just like a street fight.” Thinking that, Chen Xiyi felt he didn’t mind lowering his smarts. If he could crush everything, why use his brain? That was just too tiring.

“…” Yan Guilai wasn’t sure what to say. She remembered Ye Meng’s glance that said ‘idiot’, but maybe Chen Xiyi wasn’t dumb. He just seemed so hopeless.

Thinking it over, though, she figured it was fine to burst his Jianghu dream.

“Hey, are you gonna go on stage?” Chen Xiyi snapped back to himself and asked.

“I’m already a Postnatal Warrior. This stage is only for Body Forging Warriors.” Yan Guilai said, eyeing the figures clashing on the stage.

“Seriously, we really hit it off. Too bad you’re a girl, or I’d swear brotherhood with you.” Chen Xiyi sounded a little disappointed.

Ye Meng, just walking up, heard this and rubbed his temples.

What was wrong with this guy? A woman couldn’t become a sworn sibling?

They could be brother-sister or sister-brother pairs. Swearing brotherhood wasn’t only for guys.

“Look at you, eating like you got saved from starving.” Ye Meng sat next to Chen Xiyi and slid over a plate of cakes.

“You’re here? Done entertaining guests?” Chen Xiyi grabbed a cake and stuffed it in his mouth. This food didn’t boost his Satiety Level. With his strong body now, his stomach could process anything fast; he even thought he could digest a rock.

“No need. My big brother is handling it. I came to just be here. Give me back that cake.” Ye Meng snatched a cake from Chen Xiyi and chewed it.

“Warrior Yan, why are you alone from the Sünu Sect? Where are the others?” Ye Meng swallowed, then asked.

“Trouble back home—couldn’t come, really. Not planned that way.” Yan Guilai pinched a cake off Chen Xiyi’s plate and ate it.

“Chat all you want, but stop snatching my food, okay? Know what the last food-stealer got? Bloody blown into dust—zapped into gone. Get it?” Chen Xiyi gave them a look. The piece was his, but their hands couldn’t stay still.

“Huh, fine, I won’t touch it. So stingy.” Ye Meng reached for his waist wine gourd out of habit, but found nothing. Only then he recalled he forgot it today.

“Looking for booze? Take it. Sip slow. I only got this tiny billion bottle left. Was gonna trick a top hero into working for me. Too bad I found you, buddy.” Chen Xiyi flicked out a bottle of Du Kang wine.

He had Du Kang plus Shao Dao Zi, Bamboo Leaf Green, Daughter Red, and other wines. He made them all.

Just took grain, added water, and bam—got wine in his kitchen.

Stop asking how grain-water makes random booze kinds. Same as tea—add water to leaves, and he even gets different tea tree types.

The Du Kang wine appeared in a wood gourd. Ye Meng grabbed it, popped the cap, and was about to gulp when the rich smell hit him. He paused, tried a small sip, and beamed.

[You gave Du Kang wine to Jianghu Martial Artist Ye Meng. Favorability +1. Now Favorability: 0.5 star]

[You talked with Jianghu Martial Artist Ye Meng. Good mood. Jianghu Martial Artist Ye Meng Favorability +1. Now Favorability: 1 star]

“…”

One sip, and two Game Logs popped up, bumping Fav to 1 star. So the fun talk only started after drinking? Before, it was just goofing?

“Bro, this one bottle? Couldn’t buy for less than a thousand gold.” Ye Meng got all friendly, calling him brother.

“Not that pricey. I made it. But only had one gourd of Du Kang.” Chen Xiyi sighed.

True, just that bottle for this type. But he had piles of others.

The booze type was random—Chen Xiyi never knew what he’d get next.

“Hey—where’d you pull that gourd from?” Yan Guilai stared hard at Chen Xiyi.

His tiny frame couldn’t hide a whole wine gourd.

“It fell out my chest. Don’t yours go pulling silver stacks, meds—anything—from their coats?”

“I popped out one wine bottle: big mystery?”

Chen Xiyi had the ‘you never seen stuff’ face.

“Bro, those you say? That’s gods, not Jianghu folks.” Ye Meng spoke wisely.

“Serious? Totally useless then. By the way, you know that sword guy?” Chen Xiyi squinted at the stage.

New groups had fought already, but now one caught his eye.

[Jianghu Martial Artist Lin Feng]

[Ability 1: Xiantian Sword Body]

[Ability 2: Sword Heart Brightly Transparent]

[Ability 3: Body Forging Warrior]

[Ability 4: Sword Art Awesome]

[Experience]

[August: Joined Sword Distribution Conference to bag the top prize Wandering Light Sword]

[August: Learned Swords Way, Trained Sword]

[August: Learned Swords Way, Trained Sword]

[August: …]

This was like Ye Meng’s copy, but Ye Meng boozed; Lin Feng was cut-sword-love daily.

Plus four skills—especially Xiantian Sword Body and Sword Heart Brightly Clear—Home Game called them natural gifts you can’t earn. Like Li Zhao’s Unbending Grit.

‘Awesome Sword Art? His moves seemed fine—was he hiding it?’ Chen Xiyi eyed Lin Feng’s pretty sword dance and felt unconvinced.

“Don’t know sword guy. Might be a free warrior; the other was Chang Shan sect…” Ye Meng thought Chen Xiyi dodged the wine topic and ju dg helped slide past it.

Get gifts ‘easy’ grip weak.

Like Ye Meng now.

“Chang Shan? Zero interest. Sword guy? I feel him—big friend zone soon, like 4-star good ones.”

Four skills meant lead role—swordsman, free start, bearing name Lin from top web surnames (Lin, Xiao, Ye, Chu). That screams main character!

Hit 4-star fav, he’d rain helpful things.

“4-star? What am I in your stars?” Ye Meng perked up at the friend level.

“You’re 1-star. For you? Not a friend. Talk this long—fav bar stuck? Kinda cold, huh?” Chen Xiyi told Ye Meng flat, then threw sharp words at Yan Guilai.

[You spoke with Jianghu Martial Artist Yan Guilai. Nice vibe. Jianghu Martial Artist Yan Guilai Favorability +1]

“???”

Chen Xiyi felt tired inside.

What weird people.

“Just one star? Hmph—you even see me that nice?” Ye Meng sounded surprised.

Chen Xiyi wanted to shout: That’s her fav meter for me! But he bit his tongue—don’t blast it and cut points.

Checking all this time, Ye Meng kept Righteous Knight air—a bit sloppy but good overall, actually soft inside.

So Chen Xiyi chose to boost fav—maybe force up to 4 stars even if tricky. Ye Meng was aging Jianghu man—rough life, hard to impress.

Unlike Li Zhao—saved him up front, so fav jumps rocket-high.

Brush snows versus gift bling—traits change like sky.

If Ye Meng got deep help, fav would likely sky-shoot too.

“Yes, yes. Ever thought of learning under him? That sword teen.” Chen Xiyi nudged Ye Meng nicely.

Ye Meng twitched almost-laughs: “Me Postnatal Warrior studying under Body Forging Warrior? Dude, it’s jokin’ time!”

“Nope, dead serious.”

Yep—dead serious. Chen Xiyi clicked: Lin Feng wasn’t just ‘so-so’—there’s a skill called ‘Got Real Core Hidden’.

Crazy! Disguise champ gear.

Lucky he used Home Game to spy that—who’d guess?

“You mean that?” Ye Meng’s expression twisted.

Chen Xiyi nodded it quietly—believe any pot you want. Lin Feng was small-time now, but Chen Xiyi bet victory hung close—specially if Lin Feng grabbed Sword Conference gem—snagged Wandering Light Sword—quickly Jianghu famous.

Then trials hit fast—hero path climb high!

Chen Xiyi’s vibe made Ye Meng seem doubtful—he kept quiet.

His thought stayed Yan Guilai‘s: Lin Feng strikes typical—Body Forging tier okay; Postnatal’s Internal Energy plus moves? Worlds apart.

Unless Lin Feng jumped Postnatal, he was bug tiers to Ye Meng.

Becoming Postnatal Warrior? Hard flick—one Body Forging in a grand makes last jump. Not ‘ten thousand pick‘ but tight screen.

Chen Xiyi knew Ye Meng’s head—so mind-thud: ignore elder, aim low.

Tug Lin Feng here, push him up—Myriad Sword Manor earns one sky-high Xiantian Warrior—top of Jianghu.