My bathroom leads to the celestial realm.

21. Using wisdom to break through the predicament

Xu Yan returned to room number six, the "Heavenly" room, with a heavy heart, and seriously reflected on what had happened over the past two days.

Having just arrived, I was unfamiliar with the place and people, short of money, and had no cultivation, making me easy to bully... Ever since entering the Immortal Workshop, I've been stacked with negative buffs!

How could I have been so bewitched that I followed Su Han into the Immortal Pavilion?

Walking to the window, I pushed it open a crack and peeked out. Fatty Yin was right across the street, talking to a burly, dark-skinned guy, glancing in the direction of the inn every now and then.

Looking around, I found nothing unusual.

Just because it wasn't found doesn't mean it wasn't there!

On the surface, there's only Fatty Yin, but who knows how many treacherous villains are hiding in the shadows?

The old shopkeeper's suggestion... no, that's not a suggestion, it's just a piece of information, a piece of information with some value. It's only useful if we break through the barriers and get to the Lingque Palace first, otherwise it's all out of the question.

But if the shopkeeper knows this, surely others do too?

Xu Yan suddenly felt a sense of dread, as if his identity as an underground party member had been exposed and he was being used as bait by the enemy.

We must fight back, fight back fiercely, and strike hard to avoid a hundred blows in the future!

Improving one's cultivation level takes time, and one knows absolutely nothing about magic and has virtually no experience in martial arts. How can one achieve their goal?

Xu Yan was well aware of his shortcomings and knew that his greatest strength was not his cultivation and magic, but his knowledge and thinking that far surpassed those of the natives of the other world.

But how can we transform unseen knowledge into visible combat power?

After thinking for a long time, Xu Yan made up his mind and called the waiter over to give him some instructions in private.

The waiter glanced at Xu Yan with surprise, but finally nodded.

But as soon as they stepped outside, the waiter found the manager and relayed Xu Yan's instructions to him.

The old shopkeeper pondered for a moment, unable to fathom Xu Yan's thoughts, and finally nodded, saying, "Do as you say!"

The waiter agreed and hurriedly left.

The next day, Xu Yan went to the window again and didn't see Fatty Yin, but the big, dark guy was still there.

There were also a few suspicious-looking guys who kept loitering around the inn.

Xu Yan narrowed his eyes, a cryptic light flashing in them.

Yesterday they at least tried to cover it up, but today they're standing out in the open without any scruples? Not only are they confident, they're arrogant too!

Come on, come on, you can't reason with a damned devil!

On the third day, we continued to observe. The number of unidentified people on the street had increased rather than decreased. Some were drinking tea, some were walking their birds, and some were chatting. Everyone seemed a bit abnormal, almost as if they were openly monitoring the inn.

Okay, okay, you're finally dropping the pretense, right?

A knock sounded, and when the door opened, the waiter darted in carrying a heavy box: "Sir, everything you ordered is here!"

"Oh?" Xu Yan was quite surprised. "So fast?"

Upon opening the box, two iron bellies, only slightly larger than eggs and with chains trailing behind them, came into view.

The longest is about ten meters, and the shortest is just three meters.

Anyone who knows can tell at a glance that they are two meteor hammers, one long and one short!

That's right, the head of the meteor hammer was only about the size of an egg, not as exaggerated as in movies and TV shows.

There were also several cloth bags about the size of pillows.

Xu Yan carefully inspected the meteor hammer, confirming there were no flaws; he then opened the cloth bag to take a look, nodded, and retied it: "Not bad!"

After saying that, he took out a dozen or so spirit orbs and stuffed them into the little boy's hand: "Keep the lookout."

"Thank you, sir!" the waiter said happily.

These are all ordinary items; although they took some time to craft, they are not worth more than a few spirit pearls.

But the waiter didn't leave. Instead, he said with a troubled expression, "Sir, the manager said that you've offended too many powerful forces, and our shop is about to go out of business. We really can't do business with you anymore. Please forgive us."

Xu Yan's face darkened: "What do you mean?"

The waiter smiled obsequiously: "Or... check out and leave."

Xu Yan scoffed, "Ridiculous, is this your rule?"

When it comes to personal gain, rules are nothing but bullshit!

The waiter avoided Xu Yan's eyes, saying, "Sir, please understand. This is the manager's order. I'm just relaying a message."

"Okay, I got it." Xu Yan waved his hand impatiently, and the waiter bowed and scraped as he left.

After closing the doors and windows, Xu Yan first picked up a short hammer, tied the end to his wrist, swung it out and pulled it back, trying to get a feel for it over and over again.

He was fascinated by martial arts when he was a child and did practice for a few years, but no one taught him. He just followed videos and figured it out on his own, and he couldn't use any of them properly, whether it was swords, spears, or halberds.

The meteor hammer is no exception.

Xu Yan didn't expect any miracles from last-minute cramming, so he only practiced throwing and catching. Once he felt he was almost there, he switched to using a long hammer.

He first carefully packed the hammer chain into his sleeve pouch, arranging each link neatly to ensure it would not get tangled or knotted. Then he practiced repeatedly how to quickly swing the iron bladder out of the pouch until he could swing it ten meters away before he was satisfied.

During this period, I also tried to manipulate direction and speed with my true energy, but unfortunately it had no effect.

It was already afternoon, and the waiter came to urge them again.

Xu Yan felt it was about time, so he carefully put away the long hammer, wrapped the short hammer around his waist, took the bag downstairs, ordered some food, and ate slowly and carefully.

Upon his appearance, a slight commotion arose outside the inn. Fatty Yin, who had not appeared for two days, suddenly emerged from nowhere and stood imposingly on the street.

A group of people gradually gathered behind Fatty Yin, led by the big, dark-skinned guy.

Xu Yan glanced at them casually; there were about twenty people at most.

Uninvolved passersby witnessed this scene and all hurried away from this place of trouble.

Xu Yan remained unhurried, as if he hadn't noticed the changes happening outside.

Fatty Yin was quite patient and just waited outside.

Not only were people stationed at the front and back gates, but there were also guards all around. In Fatty's eyes, Xu Yan couldn't escape even if he had wings.

Xu Yan patted his belly and stood up, carrying two cloth bags in one hand, and walked out of the inn where he had stayed for three days. He was about 70% full.

The fat man stepped forward and sneered, "I once said..."

"Shut up!" Before he could finish speaking, Xu Yan swung his meteor hammer and smashed it straight at Fatty Yin.

Villains talk too much, but who the hell listens to your nonsense?

Fatty Yin reacted extremely quickly, nimbly grabbing the hammerhead and sneering, "However... how... how..."

Xu Yan didn't give him a chance to speak at all, and directly sent a burst of true energy into his hand, which shocked Fatty Yin so much that he almost lost control of his bladder and his legs went weak and he fell to the ground.

The big, dark-skinned man glared and roared, "You're asking for it!"

Xu Yan tried to pull back the hammer but couldn't budge it, so he simply gave up, turned to the side, swung the cloth bag around, and smashed it down hard.

The big, dark-skinned man instinctively dodged, but Xu Yan grabbed the bottom corner and untied the bag. With a whoosh, the entire bag of flour spilled out in a fan-like spray, like falling snow.

The enemy blocking their path panicked.

They initially thought it was lime or something similar, and instinctively shut their mouths and covered their eyes, but they soon realized it was just flour, nothing more than flour!