"Sleep, of course sleep, you still have Corpse Disintegration Powder on you. Just sprinkle so on these two bodies, do I have to teach you how to do that?"
Such a simple task, and Tang Rao can't even help his master do it properly. So what's the point of having Tang Rao as a disciple?
"Master, I don't have much Corpse Disintegration Powder left. Could you help save a bit?"
Corpse Disintegration Powder is so rare, but in Wu Suowei's eyes, it seems totally worthless.
Although he occasionally complained, Tang Rao still used a little bit of the powder, sprinkling it on the bodies of a man and a woman.
"That's more like it. Do what your master tells you, and our master-apprentice relationship can last. If you nitpick with , I'll do the sa with you. Why make things difficult?"
Everything Wu Suowei said made sense, and Tang Rao sulkily collapsed on the bed, sleeping until the crack of dawn.
The sun had just peeped out, roosters were crowing, and Tang Rao and Wu Suowei opened their eyes simultaneously.
A luxurious house, a delicate bed, had by then turned into a straw hut and a pile of straw.
Yet Tang Rao and Wu Suowei could still sleep comfortably.
When they were fully awake, they looked at each other, clicking their tongues.
"Looks like we slept in an Illusion Array all night."
Wu Suowei remarked.
The key was, they hadn't noticed a thing and had found it extrely comfortable and warm.
"The key is, we didn't notice a thing."
Thankfully, they hadn't whimsically set up an Illusion Array elsewhere last night; if they'd chosen the roadside, they might have woken up as the newest beggars of West Island.
"From now on, we need to stay more alert."
Wu Suowei reminded.
It was precisely because they hadn't paid attention that such a big goof-up happened. Last night wasn't too bad; the expert they encountered wasn't too formidable. Who knows if the ones waiting ahead for Tang Rao would be as easy as the Yin Rou man.
"Master, you don't an the Harvest Festival is just about finding so won and having fun, right?"
Beyond that, what else does West Island offer? Why hadn't Tang Rao noticed anything else?
Walking down the desolate road, Tang Rao couldn't shake the feeling that he had boarded a pirate ship more than once.
"Of course not. The Harvest Festival takes place in a big town and generally lasts five days. They usually set up the venue a month in advance, and important people tend to co early. The Preheat Session is open to early arrivals, offering valuable West Island goods that only early-cors can afford."
Wu Suowei, although he ca early, couldn't compare to the truly wealthy people.
"So, we're going to the venue now to join those Preheat Sessions?"
The Harvest Festival is all about buying, and Tang Rao knew his wallet would take a big hit. He purposely checked his Space Ring to see how many Purple Crystals were left.
Luckily, he hadn't disturbed the Purple Crystal Beast for a long ti, and thanks to its effort, the Purple Crystals, which were nearly depleted, had gradually returned to their original state.
Tang Rao's Little World was almost overflowing with Purple Crystals, but who's ever bothered by having too many? Nobody, right? Tang Rao was just secretly delighted he was rich again and could buy so worthwhile items at the Preheat Sessions.
"We're just going to check it out, we're not participating. Only those intending to purchase are considered participants in the Preheat. Do we, master and apprentice, have the ans to buy anything?"
Wu Suowei kept poking at Tang Rao, but Tang Rao had developed a nice thick skin. No matter what Wu Suowei said, Tang Rao could just laugh it off.
"Master, let's at least go take a look. Just because we lack the Purple Crystals doesn't an others do. You never know, we might et a generous soul willing to spend on us. It's not entirely impossible."
Buying gifts for Tang Rao at such a place?
Wu Suowei almost said that no one would have ulterior motives towards him, but he kept it to himself.
Despite Tang Rao's carefree attitude, every unlikely thing he said ended up coming true. Whenever those absurd fantasies turned into reality, Wu Suowei couldn't help but wonder if Tang Rao was a Prophet. How else could he be so prescient?
Wu Suowei held his breath, leading the way, while Tang Rao walked behind, admiring the beautiful scenery and wondering which Preheat Sessions they would attend later. Would they encounter people wanting him dead, or after his Divine Stone?
"A few miles ahead is the big town. Quickly, change your appearance. It's best to disguise yourself so no one recognizes you."
Tang Rao was just pondering when Wu Suowei suggested it.
"Master, how about we pose as a couple? Just two of us, and such an identity is easily accepted by outsiders. How's my suggestion? Brilliant, right?"
Tang Rao offered a kind suggestion.
"Dream on."
Wu Suowei slowly replied to Tang Rao with two words.
"I was just giving you a good suggestion. If you don't want to accept it, fine."
Tang Rao rummaged through his Space Ring, pulling out everything he thought suitable for role-playing. After searching for a long ti, he still couldn't find anything that fit his style.
Finally, a plain Daoist robe was sloppily worn by Tang Rao.
He held a flag in his hand, kind of looking the part.
"Master, are you ready?"
Tang Rao changed his clothes and ca out to check on Wu Suowei's progress, expecting that soone as ticulous as Wu Suowei would not dress in any particularly strange way. This ti, Tang Rao was wrong; he had underestimated Wu Suowei's willingness to go all out.
"I understand if you don't want to pose as a couple, but Master, you're wearing a girl's outfit, acting like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl; isn't that a bit much?"
Tang Rao hadn't gone that far.
"I rarely get such an opportunity; I think I should cherish it."
Wu Suowei couldn't admit it was a childhood dream. After waiting for so many years, he finally wore the dream outfit of a young girl. He dressed up not for Tang Rao to make fun of but to fulfill a dream.
Even if Tang Rao laughed, Wu Suowei was determined not to shed his childhood dreamwear.
"If you like it, wear it. Although I, as a Taoist, can't possibly have such a daughter, you'd better keep your distance."
Tang Rao said rcilessly.
It wasn't that he didn't want to walk with Wu Suowei; he just didn't want people to think his family genes were that bad.
The ugliest preteen girl, that title alone could make Wu Suowei extrely famous on West Island.
Just as they reached the entrance of the big town, the cries and shouts inside could already be heard.
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