While the words were still in the air, the two of them had already come in through the door.
It was Han Ziyou and Ye Baizhi.
“Eldest Senior Brother, morning! Morning to you too, Little Martial Niece!” Han Ziyou greeted them, his whole face excited.
“Yo, Eldest Senior Brother, why do you look worked to the bone? Is it —” Ye Baizhi’s eyes moved, and she pointed the meaning of her gaze at Chi Yujun. “Fussing over the little martial niece has tired you out? Or has my dad assigned you too much work?”
Both.
Fang Guyuan very much wanted to say so, yet he truly could not muster the energy, and could not be bright-eyed and lively, eyebrows dancing, the way these two were.
“Morning. There’s been too much going on lately.” He answered with a smile, shaking his head helplessly. “What brings you two?”
“We came to bring you things!” Han Ziyou laughed, open and delighted. “Didn’t you say yesterday you were going to draw a communication instrument for the little martial niece?”
He deliberately dragged his tone out and left a hook.
“So I got her a better one —”
“What thing?” Fang Guyuan did not understand.
“Heh heh! A phone! To be exact, a Huahua phone, a super-upgraded model of the communication instrument, loaded with —”
Before Han Ziyou could finish showing off, Ye Baizhi beside him cut his boasting short with a strange look on her face.
“Fifth Senior Brother, don’t you think the names you give this kind of thing every time are pretty strange? The communication instrument you tinkered up before, what was it called, the Lingling Spirit Communication Instrument, and now you’ve made another one called some… uh, some Huahua phone…… Let’s just say it, can you give it a normal name? Reduplicated words are a bit disgusting.”
“This is where you don’t understand. Look, every time a new product comes out on my side, the name is one style, one model. The memory point sticks out. It can leave a very deep impression on the consumer, which helps promotion on the market. Before, I……” The moment Han Ziyou heard it, he began to pour out words without end.
“Stop, stop, stop! Cut it, cut it!” Ye Baizhi shook her head hard, eyes shut, hands over her ears. “Can’t understand! Don’t want to hear it! An ugly name is an ugly name!”
“Eldest Senior Brother, look at her!” Han Ziyou shot Ye Baizhi a thoroughly disdainful look. “She wants to give me opinions, and she won’t listen to my explanation.”
“Eldest Senior Brother, look at him!” Ye Baizhi copied Han Ziyou’s tone and told on him too. “His own level at naming is no good, and he won’t let other people say so!”
Fang Guyuan paid them no mind.
The three of them were on good terms, and this was quarreling for fun.
He glanced at Chi Yujun, who was clearly very curious yet still put on an unmoved face and turned her gaze aside, and asked Han Ziyou.
“So this new thing you mentioned…… compared with the one before, what’s the difference?”
Han Ziyou immediately got his energy up.
“The biggest difference is! A communication instrument can only be used to communicate! But a phone! Can be used!”
“Used?”
“Used to play games!”
“……”
The air went quiet all at once.
Fang Guyuan shook his head.
Ye Baizhi shook her head.
Chi Yujun blinked.
She knew they were talking about her business, but she did not really understand.
“Better not. Don’t lead her astray.” Fang Guyuan seemed to be thinking. “The things she needs to learn are truly too many. She has no spare mind at all to spend on playing. Give her a communication instrument with the basic functions and that will do.”
Seeing his promotion fail, Han Ziyou had a flash of wit in a crisis.
“This thing also has a locating function!”
“Doesn’t she already have locating on her?”
“It can be used to record images in real time!”
“We have image-retaining crystals.”
Han Ziyou thought hard, and let out a long sigh.
“Eldest Senior Brother, so what exactly are you worried about? Isn’t all-in-one appealing?”
“Some uses… possible, but unnecessary. You’ve seen her situation now too. She doesn’t like talking to people face to face. I’d rather take her out and walk around.”
“Ah, all right, it’s no matter.” Han Ziyou’s brows moved, and worry turned back to delight.
“Right, Eldest Senior Brother! In a while isn’t it the Martial Trial of the various sects of the immortal dao! I plan to…” A smile that meant no good showed on his face. “Heh heh heh……”
Ye Baizhi and Fang Guyuan looked at each other by instinct.
Both of them knew Han Ziyou was most likely not thinking of anything good.
“What are you trying to do now?” Ye Baizhi asked straight out.
“Aiya, tell me, should I wait until the Martial Trial and give those sect elites a little phone shock on the spot? Or start going to their doors now and let them have a look at how formidable I am…… For outsiders, the fee certainly has to be a lot higher, heh heh……”
“That you can see to yourself. It’s a thing you made yourself. You decide. Only, I’m just curious. How on earth did you think up this kind of… mm…… new thing that nobody has tried?” Fang Guyuan’s eyes held some puzzlement, and also some praise and amazement toward a genius.
“Once it’s on, it’s on? If it isn’t off, it’s on? A little on doesn’t count as on……” Who would have thought Han Ziyou’s face would flush red in a flash, his guilty eyes darting everywhere. “On my own I certainly couldn’t have done it. There was just… just a little assistance from an outside force.”
What Han Ziyou would not bring up in front of Eldest Senior Brother Fang Guyuan was that, in the phone he had newly “developed,” he had added simple, interesting little games such as Minesweeper, Gluttonous Earth-Dragon, Box-Pushing, Horizon Marbles, and so on.
He refused to believe these cultivating fellows could resist the corrosion and poison that came from… uh, that came from the modern age!
He was going to earn a fierce pile of money!
If those other sect elites taking part in the Martial Trial could not hold out against these spiritual temptations, and grew lax in comprehension and cultivation, so much the better!
Maybe if he practiced a bit more, he could go up and drop several in a row, take a decent ranking, and feel great!
What age was this? Who was still doing orthodox cultivation?!
Besides, he still had an even grander final goal to finish……
“Assistance from an outside force?” Ye Baizhi’s question pulled Han Ziyou’s thoughts back.
“Mo… more or less the meaning of having an expert point the way……” Han Ziyou was sweating from shame.
“I was just saying, how have you progressed so fast this stretch of time? Then you really ought to thank that person properly.”
“I will… I will……”
Ye Baizhi clicked her tongue.
“You’re treating us far too much as outsiders! If an expert is pointing the way, why didn’t you say so earlier? Introducing them to us would have been fine too.”
Han Ziyou curled his lip.
A garbage system that was useless except for helping click a bit of technology — what was there to introduce?!
Other people who transmigrated, or transmigrated into a book, ran around with a golden finger and a script, showing off, slapping faces, and opening a harem.
He could only stay here as hard labor, helping click the world’s tech tree — he did not even know how the later plot would develop, and was just muddling along here to pass the time.
If he had not, before adding the book to his shelf, read an opening and barely learned who the male lead was, then stumbled his way to Dust Sword Palace to show his face, he would not even have known what he had come to do.
—Truly speechless. Who transmigrates into a novel they left on the shelf to gather dust, hadn’t read even three chapters of, and hadn’t fully recognized the names in?!
—Damn it. If he’d known, he wouldn’t have kept the book. He wanted to go home so badly!