Purchasing Clerk Song Yanzhang? A Grandmaster Reduced to a Laborer!

"Leave?"

Su Changqing looked at the Peerless City Lord in front of him, whose tears and snot were still wet on his face and who was full of fanaticism, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Free labor delivered to our doorstep, why not take it?

"Lord Song, you should think this through."

Su Changqing said slowly and deliberately, "My Changqing Pavilion doesn't keep idle people. Look, Lei Wujie is a waiter, Wushuang is a cook, and Xiao Se is an accountant. If you want to stay, what can you do?"

"I...I know martial arts! I can be a bodyguard!"

Song Yan patted her chest confidently, "With me here, who dares to cause trouble?"

"A bodyguard?"

Su Changqing shook his head with disdain. "I have enough guards here, I don't need another one. And your skills... to be honest, are just so-so."

Song Yan replied: "..."

Heartbroken!

The dignified Lord of Wushuang City, a master of the Xiaoyao Heaven Realm, was actually criticized for having only so-so skills.

If word gets out, will he still be able to make a living in the underworld?

But for that dish that haunted his dreams, and to recapture his lost youth (actually, he was just craving it), he endured it!

"Then... what else can I do?"

Song Yan asked timidly.

Su Changqing stroked his chin, his gaze sweeping over the mountain of radish and potato peels piled up in the back kitchen, when suddenly his eyes lit up.

"Got it!"

Su Changqing snapped his fingers. "Perfect timing! Wushuang's been chopping vegetables way too fast lately, consuming way too many ingredients. I'm almost running out of supplies. You'll be in charge of going to the market to buy them every day!"

"Purchase...purchase?"

Song Yan was dumbfounded. "You mean...buying groceries?"

"Yes, grocery shopping is a skill!"

Su Changqing earnestly exaggerated, "You have to pick the freshest radishes and the roundest potatoes, and haggle with those shrewd aunties. This not only tests your eyesight but also your mental fortitude! It's a perfect opportunity to temper your heart in this mortal world!"

"The mortal world refines the heart..."

Song Yanhui muttered to herself, feeling that what she said seemed to make a lot of sense.

"Okay! I'll do it!"

In order to be able to eat the "Heartbreak Rice" every day, Song Yan gritted her teeth and took on this glorious and arduous task.

And so.

From that day on, a peculiar sight appeared in the vegetable market of Snowmoon City.

Every morning, just as dawn breaks.

A middle-aged man dressed in gray, carrying the famous Broken Water Sword, would appear in front of the vegetable stall on time.

He was carrying a bamboo basket in his left hand and a large radish in his right, and was fiercely bargaining with a burly woman selling vegetables.

"Hey lady! Your radishes aren't fresh! Look how wrinkled they are! How about a two-cent discount?"

Song Yan Hui looked serious, even more so than if she were going to duel someone.

"Go away! Buy it or don't, it's up to you! This was just pulled from the ground!" The old lady rolled her eyes at him, completely unconvinced.

"Hey? How dare you talk to me like that?"

Song Yan became anxious. "I am the Lord of Wushuang City! Can't you give me some face?"

"Peerless City Lord? I'd rather be the Queen Mother of the West!"

The middle-aged woman scoffed, "Even if the King of Heaven himself came, these radishes would still cost five copper coins a pound! Not a single penny less!"

Song Yan was left speechless by the rebuttal.

How could a dignified sword immortal like him not even be able to argue with an old lady?

The trials and tribulations of this mortal world are indeed unfathomable!

"Fine, fine! Five coins it is! But you have to give me two bunches of scallions!"

Song Yan finally compromised; he was willing to go all out to complete the mission.

Passersby were so shocked by what they saw that their jaws nearly dropped.

"Isn't that... isn't that Song Yan Hui, the Sword of Broken Water? Why did he switch to selling vegetables?"

"I heard he's working at Changqing Tower! Apparently, it's to pay off his debts?"

"Tsk tsk, being a chivalrous hero isn't easy these days; everyone has to come out and earn extra money."

Hearing the surrounding chatter, Song Yanhui's face flushed red and then turned pale, wishing she could disappear into the ground.

But when he thought about that steaming bowl of delicious rice that night, he felt it was all worth it!

"Hmph! What do ordinary mortals know about cultivation!"

Song Yan comforted herself with a word, then carried a full basket of vegetables and returned to Changqing Tower with her head held high.

"Boss! The vegetables are back! The radishes are especially fresh today!"

As soon as Song Yan entered the door, she shouted loudly, like a primary school student eager to take credit.

"Great, great, put it in the kitchen."

Su Changqing was braiding Xiao Nuomi's hair when he said without looking up, "By the way, remember to ask for more freebies when you buy groceries next time, so you don't get ripped off."

"knew!"

Song Yan ran happily into the kitchen and handed the vegetables to Wushuang, who was frantically chopping potatoes.

"Master, you're back!"

While controlling his flying sword, Wushuang said without turning his head, "Today's potatoes are good, perfect for practicing 'Thousand Threads'."

Seeing her apprentice's focused expression, Song Yan felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

Although he was chopping vegetables, this kid's sword intent was indeed getting stronger and stronger.

It seems that Su Changqing wasn't lying; Changqing Tower really is a place where hidden talents abound!

"Perhaps... staying here isn't so bad."

Song Yan thought to herself.

The working group at Changqinglou is growing larger and larger, and the atmosphere is becoming more and more harmonious (and funny).

Every day, I watch Lei Wujie practice his movement techniques to deliver meals, watch Wushuang practice his sword intent to cut vegetables, watch Xiao Se practice his soul calculations, and then look at myself... practicing haggling to buy vegetables.

Song Yan felt that this kind of life seemed much more interesting than being a high and mighty city lord in Wushuang City.

however.

Just as Changqinglou was filled with jubilation, and everyone was striving for their lives and dreams.

A group of special guests suddenly arrived at the city gate of Snowmoon City.

They were dressed in matching black outfits, with the Tang Clan emblem embroidered on their chests, and each of them wore a deep look of weariness and solemnity.

The leader was none other than Tang Lian, the senior disciple of the Tang Clan and also the senior disciple of Snow Moon City!

He sat on his horse, gazing at the majestic Changqing Tower in the distance, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Senior Brother, are we really going?"

A Tang Clan elder beside him hesitated and asked, "That Su Changqing killed the old master! We're supposed to apologize to him? This...this is an utter disgrace!"

"Shut up!"

Tang Lian sneered, her gaze resolute, "The old master made a mistake, almost bringing the Tang Clan to its knees. Although Mr. Su is ruthless, he spared us ordinary disciples; that is a great kindness!"

"Furthermore... if we don't apologize and seek Mr. Su's forgiveness, how will the Tang Clan maintain its standing in the martial arts world? Do you want the Tang Clan to be wiped out from the public eye?"

The elder fell silent.

He knew Tang Lian was right.

The Tang Clan is now like a tiger with its teeth pulled; anyone can come and kick it.

The only way out is to cling to Su Changqing's coattails, or at least... prevent him from holding a grudge against the Tang Clan.

"Let's go."

Tang Lian sighed and cracked her whip. "Bring all those cartloads of stuff with you. This time, we need to show our utmost sincerity."