Inherited 100 Million - Chapter 2

Jun Yu.

Xue Yizhuo repeated the name in her mind.

Even though the real person’s face was slightly different from her in-game model, Xue Yizhuo recognized the woman at the front immediately. The model had already attracted countless fans, but it couldn’t compare to the real woman’s elegance.

Almost instantly after thinking of the name, Xue Yizhuo connected it to another title.

…Wife.

Xue Yizhuo gave a light cough, propped her head up with her hand, and turned away to break eye contact.

Thinking of that word right under the nose of the actual person made her face feel a little warm.

As popular as Huangquan Mirror was, that’s how popular Jun Yu was. Even the game’s director hadn’t expected their planned minor character to become a sensation outside the gaming community.

Countless players on social media were calling Jun Yu their wife, so many that it created a kind of brainwashing effect. As Jun Yu’s fame spread, more and more people joined in, and even Xue Yizhuo, who paid very little attention to the game, knew about it.

For a time, Xue Yizhuo felt like her entire social feed was being taken over by screenshots of Jun Yu.

The game Huangquan Mirror was produced by a top domestic company. In a market that hadn’t seen a high-quality PC game in seven or eight years, Huangquan Mirror, which utilized many new technologies, immediately caught the attention of many players. The two beta tests earned it plenty of buzz, and the revenue during the open beta month was off the charts. Jun Yu’s character model was impeccable, she held an extremely important role in the main story, and her persona was the currently popular “beautiful, powerful, and tragic” archetype. While her massive popularity was unexpected, it was also completely understandable.

Xue Yizhuo had also spent a long time looking at screenshots of Jun Yu on her phone and had even joined the chorus of people calling her “wife.”

…She felt even more embarrassed now.

Xue Yizhuo quietly moved her chair, sliding further into the shade where Jun Yu wouldn’t be able to see her.

After calming down a bit, she tried to remember: “Did Jun Yu really show up this early?”

She knew that Jun Yu appeared in the main story very early on, but since she hadn’t played Huangquan Mirror before, she didn’t know the exact timing of Jun Yu’s first appearance.

Xue Yizhuo rested her chin on her hand, thinking for a long time, but still couldn’t recall if Jun Yu was supposed to be in the beginner’s village.

But whether she was or not didn’t matter to her; in fact, it made things easier. Qingping Town was a mortal town with no cultivators. How could ordinary mortals fight against the “blood-robed person?” Xue Yizhuo had been prepared to handle the situation herself, but since Jun Yu was here, there was no need for her to get involved.

Jun Yu was the master of the Shiwai Pavilion. The young cultivators she brought with her must be members of the Shiwai Pavilion sect. The Shiwai Pavilion held a transcendent position in the cultivation world. As its name suggested, its members rarely got involved in worldly affairs, following the sect rule of “appearing in times of chaos, and living in seclusion during times of prosperity.” However, this reclusive sect had saved the cultivation world from peril three times. The Shiwai Pavilion wasn’t the official governing body of the cultivation world, but in name, both the righteous and demonic sects respected them.

In recent centuries, more and more members of the Shiwai Pavilion had been seen in the cultivation world. The more perceptive among them had already sensed that a storm was coming and that things were about to fall apart.

The current game version hadn’t explicitly stated that Jun Yu was the master of the Shiwai Pavilion, but the story had already provided several clues, so her identity was an open secret.

Xue Yizhuo adjusted her slightly ruffled clothes and decided to leave. There was no need to gather any more information; the most powerful person in the cultivation world was here. Why should she worry?

…But speaking of which, she seemed to be the real most powerful person in the cultivation world now?

Xue Yizhuo pulled up her status panel, looked at her 100 million combat power, and couldn’t help but think.

Not long after Xue Yizhuo left, the waiter went to collect the small change she had left on the table and carried away the empty dishes and cups.

He was about to take the plates and cups to the kitchen when someone who was passing by called out to him.

The waiter looked over and saw it was the customer who had just been seated. He felt a bit flustered. People who spend their lives in the marketplace are good at seeing the essence of things. This customer, though she looked gentle, had a faint air of detachment.

One could tell at a glance that she was of an extraordinary background. As a waiter in a small town, his tongue seemed to get tied in knots when faced with such a customer. He was a little intimidated and didn’t dare to speak.

The customer asked softly, “Do you know the young woman who just left?”

The waiter quickly nodded.

“Do you know her name?”

The waiter shook his head. “She moved into town not long ago. We all just call her ‘Miss Xue’.”

It wasn’t proper to gossip about customers’ affairs, but the woman didn’t look like a petty person who would cause trouble.

“Her surname is Xue…” the woman murmured, lowering her gaze, then looked up again. “Does she come here often?”

“Miss Xue started coming here a lot after the weather got hot. It’s the only place that sells sushan.” Qingping Town’s summers were hot, and the ice was stored using a magical artifact. The teahouse’s owner had a distant relative who had joined a sect, and he had spent a fortune to buy a low-grade magical artifact.

Although the people of Qingping Town, who had only ever seen mortals, were skeptical about the existence of magical artifacts, the fact that the large vat the owner bought could store ice was undeniable.

Sushan was expensive, but Xue Yizhuo was never short on money, so she would order a plate every time, which made her seem very generous in the eyes of others.

The woman gestured for the waiter to leave. After a moment of thought, she turned her gaze to her sect members who were whispering among themselves. These were all young cultivators under a hundred years old, most of whom were leaving the Shiwai Pavilion for the first time. They found everything new and exciting, and would have been chatting loudly if they weren’t embarrassed.

“Su Ling,” the woman called out softly.

The girl who was called immediately stopped talking, obediently placed her hands on her knees, and turned to face the woman.

The woman instructed, “Go and ask those three people by the window what major events have happened in town recently.”

She paused, then continued, “Specifically, ask about the ‘blood-robed person.'”

On her way back, Xue Yizhuo bought a fish. The vendor insisted that it was freshest when killed right away. Xue Yizhuo, who had never cooked for herself in her life, was half-believing and half-doubting as she carried the live, flopping greenfish back home.

She didn’t stop at her own door, but walked a few more steps to knock on her neighbor’s door. The door was unlocked, and without waiting for a reply, Xue Yizhuo familiarly let herself in.

“Old Li, we’re having fish tonight,” Xue Yizhuo said to the old man who came out of the room.

The old man, who looked to be in his seventies, wrinkled his already wrinkled face even more after hearing her words. “My eyes aren’t good! I can’t pick out the bones!”

Xue Yizhuo didn’t care. “That’s fine. I can finish it.”

“And I’m still the one who has to cook it!” Old Li grumbled.

Xue Yizhuo appeased him. “I’ll go get you some wine in a bit.”

Old Li immediately had no more complaints.

Old Li was the first character Xue Yizhuo met in the game, both before and after her transmigration. He and the player character arrived in Qingping Town with the same caravan to settle down, and most of the player’s storyline in this beginner’s village involved him.

But there was no more story about Old Li after the beginner quests. At that point, the player would have left Qingping Town, and Old Li’s whereabouts would become unknown.

Although Old Li’s eyesight wasn’t great, his cooking was superb. He could cook a dish perfectly even with his eyes closed. In the game, the player often freeloaded meals at Old Li’s place, and after transmigrating, Xue Yizhuo, who was clueless in the kitchen, shamelessly did the same.

Of course, she always brought fresh ingredients and wine.

By the time Old Li was done preparing the greenfish, Xue Yizhuo had returned with the wine as promised.

The room was a bit stuffy, but it was cool under the osmanthus tree in the small courtyard, so Xue Yizhuo and Old Li sat at the stone table under the tree to eat.

Old Li didn’t touch the fish, tapping the edge of the plate and saying to Xue Yizhuo, “Greenfish has a lot of bones, girl, be careful.”

Xue Yizhuo nodded repeatedly, her mouth full of food, making her words a bit unclear. She said, “Old Li, I saw someone in the teahouse earlier.”

Old Li took a big gulp of wine, swallowed, and asked, “Someone you knew before?”

“I know her, but she doesn’t know me. We’re not acquaintances,” Xue Yizhuo said. “I feel a little uneasy. I have a feeling I won’t be able to live this peaceful life anymore.”

She didn’t know the future storyline, she only knew that the young boy and girl the players controlled would inevitably leave Qingping Town, embarking on a dangerous and treacherous path of cultivation. As the main story progressed, the peaceful and beautiful small-town life would feel more and more like a distant dream.

Beginner villages always held a special place in players’ hearts. In the beginner village, they were clueless, doing the simplest quests, relying on detailed NPC guidance to gradually get familiar with the world, just like a child learning to walk with the help of their parents. But a child must one day leave their parents’ embrace, and players must one day leave the beginner’s village. Some places, once left, can never be returned to. They would miss the simplicity and innocence of the beginner’s village, but they would have long since adapted to the complex and treacherous future world.

Players couldn’t stay in the beginner’s village forever, but Xue Yizhuo could.

To level up, players had to follow the main story and leave Qingping Town, but Xue Yizhuo had no need for that. She could stay in Qingping Town until she died—and Xue Yizhuo was even skeptical if she could ever die in this world.

Ignoring the main quest that was always at the top of her quest list, pretending to be an ordinary person and living out her life in Qingping Town…

As Xue Yizhuo was tempted by the idea, her natural laziness made her wonder if it would be better to just follow the main story.

Old Li downed a whole pot of wine in one go. “If you want a peaceful life, you can have one. If you can’t calm your heart, you’ll never have it.”

The wine was strong; Old Li only drank strong spirits. The drunkenness came quickly. After finishing the pot, Old Li was already tipsy, seeing countless double images of Xue Yizhuo. A moment later, he slumped onto the table.

Xue Yizhuo went inside to get a blanket and put it over Old Li. She then slowly finished the braised fish he had made.

Xue Yizhuo had never choked on a fishbone before. She always chewed her food slowly and carefully, so it was not an easy task to get her to choke.

By the time she finished the plate of fish, the sky was completely dark, and a bright moon had risen. Old Li was still asleep.

“Staying in Qingping Town is the best,” Xue Yizhuo murmured to herself. “I still want to be a salted fish.”

Why bother going out and getting into trouble?

While this meant the vast, magnificent world of cultivation and its countless extraordinary figures would have nothing to do with her, and Jun Yu would also have nothing to do with her… Xue Yizhuo thought about it carefully and decided that living a life of mooching off Old Li’s cooking was much more suitable for her.

Xue Yizhuo wasn’t a greedy person. When she had enough, she didn’t want to strive for more. She just wanted to hold onto what she had and be content with it for the rest of her life.

Xue Yizhuo fanned herself with the round fan, got up, carefully locked Old Li’s door, and went into her own home next door.

It wasn’t that late, but the “salted fish” was already getting ready for bed.

Xue Yizhuo: I’m a salted fish, and Old Li is also a salted fish. I live a lazy life, and Old Li also lives a lazy life, so I don’t want to leave Qingping Town, and Old Li surely doesn’t want to leave either.

Old Li: (Too scared to say anything)