No Fighting Allowed in the Inn-Chapter 148

"The teleportation device is activating. Please close your eyes with your partner. The reward for this journey is being calculated. Please wait."

Lu Jianwei held Pei Zhi's hand and closed her eyes. The moment her eyelids shut, a blinding white light flashed before her, followed by endless darkness.

It felt as though she was drifting through a void, with nothing around her except Pei Zhi.

Having lived an entire lifetime in the Qi Dynasty, she and Pei Zhi had dedicated themselves to reforming the martial arts world. Once they’d earned enough money, they bought the teleportation device without ever bothering to check their exact fortune.

Still, between their base salary and mission rewards, they must have had at least several hundred million.

After a moment, Xiao Ke’s voice sounded again.

"Calculation complete. Congratulations, Jianwei—your mission evaluation is perfect. Your base salary has been converted from your assets in the Qi Dynasty, totaling 358,736,712 yuan, after deducting 100 million for Pei Zhi’s teleportation device and a 1-million-yuan service fee. Your mission reward, calculated at the highest tier, is 3 billion. The salary and reward will be transferred to you through legal and reasonable means. Stay tuned."

The reward exceeded Lu Jianwei’s expectations. Naturally, she was thrilled, but along with the joy came a tinge of melancholy.

"Xiao Ke, once we return to the modern world, will you be leaving?"

"Yes." Xiao Ke sounded reluctant too. "After delivering your rewards, I’ll have to go. Jianwei, it’s been a pleasure working with you."

Lu Jianwei smiled. "The pleasure was mine."

As soon as she finished speaking, the world spun violently. The dark void vanished abruptly, replaced by the soft embrace of her bedsheets. She had just washed the sheets before the journey, and the faint scent of lavender lingered on the pillowcase.

She slowly opened her eyes.

The neon glow of the city seeped through the curtains, casting a dim light across the room. The standby light on her computer blinked quietly on the desk, and the aging humidifier in the corner wheezed as it sprayed mist.

She was finally back.

Everything was exactly the same, as if she had merely woken from a long, thrilling dream—life unchanged, as ordinary as ever.

But the warmth in her palm was a clear reminder that it hadn’t been a dream.

Otherwise, how could she explain waking up clutching a man in ancient robes?

Lu Jianwei fumbled for the bedside lamp and switched it on.

Warm orange light filled the room, illuminating Pei Zhi’s face. His eyes were closed, long lashes casting delicate shadows, his hair fanned across the pillow. His breathing was steady, as if he were deep in slumber.

"Xiao Ke, why hasn’t he woken up?"

"You belong to this world, so returning required no adjustment. He’ll probably need some time for his body to adapt to this new era before he wakes."

"How long is ‘some time’?"

"Uncertain, but it shouldn’t be too long."

"When will my reward be delivered?"

"The system is generating it now. It won’t be long."

Lu Jianwei picked up her phone from the nightstand and opened her social media app. The most recent chat log was from right before her journey—just a few casual lines exchanged with a friend.

To think that after typing those words, she had been whisked away by the system to live an entire lifetime in the Qi Dynasty, riding through the martial arts world. No one would believe it if she told them.

It was now 3 a.m., but she wasn’t the least bit sleepy.

Xiao Ke had warned her that her martial arts skills wouldn’t carry over, but she could clearly feel that her current body was far healthier than the one she’d left behind—the one worn down by irregular routines and survival struggles.

Her muscles were toned, her energy abundant, and the calluses from years of wielding blades still marked her palms.

It seemed only her internal energy was lost. The techniques, medical knowledge, and other skills remained ingrained in her muscles and mind.

With her current physical condition, scaling cliffs barehanded would be effortless, even if she couldn’t leap across rooftops.

"Xiao Ke, can I still use the martial arts techniques I learned in the modern world?"

"Of course. This world simply lacks internal energy."

Lu Jianwei was satisfied. A healthy body was the foundation. After a lifetime in the Qi Dynasty, she had not only roamed the martial arts world but also mastered countless skills. Even if the system reneged on its promise and withheld her reward, she could still make a living with what she’d learned.

"Jianwei, your reward has been delivered." Xiao Ke explained, "Your mother once saved someone in an accident. That person later became wealthy, but the accident left them unable to bear children. They passed away recently and, in their will, donated half their fortune to charity and the other half to you."

Lu Jianwei: "...Is that reasonable?"

"Perfectly reasonable," Xiao Ke said. "Your mother never left her name, but the person spent years searching for their savior. They only got the news on their deathbed—unfortunately, your mother had already passed, leaving only you behind. So they amended their will to include you."

"Is this real, or did the system interfere?"

Xiao Ke replied earnestly, "Your mother really did save them, and they really were searching for her. The system just provided a missing clue."

"So this counts as my mission reward?" Lu Jianwei raised an eyebrow. "Feels like you’re getting off scot-free."

"Not at all," Xiao Ke hurriedly said. "The system can’t just conjure 3.5 billion out of thin air. This way, it’s all legitimate. By 8 a.m., a lawyer should arrive for you to sign the paperwork. No need to meet anyone else—the rest will be handled for you."

Lu Jianwei narrowed her eyes. "Feels like I worked for free."

"How is it free? You gained knowledge, lived an extra lifetime, became a legend in the martial arts world, earned respect and admiration, and found a soulmate. Didn’t you gain happiness?"

Lu Jianwei coughed lightly. Of course she had been happy, but—

"When I first crossed over, my life was in danger too."

Xiao Ke: "Work isn’t work without risks."

"Relax, I’m not asking for more money," Lu Jianwei said. "I just think I’ll miss you after you leave."

"Ah?" Xiao Ke paused for a few seconds before shyly admitting, "So you really do care about me that much."

"Of course. Without you, I won’t have the system storage. Carrying things around will be a hassle."

Her storage was packed with treasures she’d collected over the years. Without it, she wouldn’t know where to keep them all.

"..."

"How about staying with me for another lifetime?"

"But once a host completes their mission, the system must return for debriefing."

"Return where?"

"Just… return."

Lu Jianwei sighed. "Fine, go back then."

"Actually… if the host is willing to support me, I could stay."

A human lifetime wasn’t long for a system.

"Support you?"

"You’d need to fund my operational costs."

"How much?"

"Not much. Just a thousand a month."

Keeping a pet was expensive and required care. Comparatively, having a system that could store items and keep her company for just a thousand a month was a steal.

"Deal." Lu Jianwei made the decision without hesitation.

After spending a lifetime together, she really couldn’t bear to part with Xiao Ke.

There were still five hours until eight o'clock, and Lu Jianwei had no intention of wasting time. She turned on her computer and began drafting her resignation letter.

Once the resignation letter was finished, Pei Zhi was still asleep.

Lu Jianwei then started making plans for the future.

Working a regular job was out of the question—she had more than enough money to last her several lifetimes.

But she couldn’t just laze around like a parasite. Life would be too dull; she needed something to do.

And then there was Pei Zhi—he wasn’t the type to let himself grow idle.

Once he had adjusted and settled in, she’d see what he wanted to pursue.

As for her—

Perhaps she could find a place with beautiful scenery and open a modest guesthouse. If no guests came, she’d enjoy the peace. If they did, she wouldn’t mind the company.

Back in the Qi Dynasty, during their travels through the martial world, she and Pei Zhi would often choose serene, picturesque places to live quiet, peaceful lives.

She had even visited old friends in Dian Province and stayed there for several years.

Dian Province in the Qi Dynasty was quite similar to modern-day Dian Province.

Dian Province was a lovely place—for now, it was her top choice.

At 7:30 in the morning, a lawyer called to inform Lu Jianwei about the inheritance matter in advance and confirmed an appointment at eight sharp.

Lu Jianwei smoothly signed the documents and took possession of the assets.

After the lawyer left, she went downstairs to buy soy milk and steamed buns, keeping them warm in the steamer and leaving a note on the bedside table.

That way, if Pei Zhi woke up while she was at the office, he wouldn’t be completely lost.

Before returning to this world, she had deliberately "educated" Pei Zhi about the "sect’s rules," teaching him simplified Chinese characters and Arabic numerals while occasionally dropping bits of general knowledge about nature and society.

Pei Zhi understood that she was equipping him with survival skills for their "return to the sect." He studied diligently, showing immense curiosity about these new concepts.

—Even though decades had passed without them returning, he never asked about it.

To him, the "sect" Lu Jianwei described seemed like an entirely different world, not some hidden enclave within the mundane one.

A place so extraordinary must have strict rules about outsiders entering. The fact that Weiwei hadn’t returned all this time must mean he still hadn’t met the sect’s standards.

He devoured every bit of new knowledge with fascination, utterly enthralled.

Lu Jianwei had full confidence in his adaptability and learning ability. After leaving the note, she headed to the office without worrying that he’d wake up disoriented.

In the Qi Dynasty, she was used to traveling by horseback. Now, without a horse or a car, she had to take the subway as before.

She lived in an older residential area, quite far from the subway station, so she had to bike there first.

The blaring of car horns, the cloying artificial sweetness from a popcorn shop, the towering city buildings piercing the smog-laden sky—the familiar scene made her acutely aware of the suffocating, oppressive pace of modern life.

Only now did she truly feel that she was back.

After living a free-spirited life in the martial world, returning to the modern era felt jarring.

She couldn’t wait to find a quiet, remote place to spend the rest of her days.

Riding to the subway station and stepping onto the escalator, Lu Jianwei felt an odd sense of calm. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

In the past, she had been just like the hurried commuters around her, sporting the standard dark circles of an overworked office drone.

After her time in the Qi Dynasty, she never had dark circles again. Her physical condition had improved beyond measure.

Now, whether in strength or flexibility, she surpassed the vast majority of people.

That was one of the hidden perks of transmigration, she supposed.

Once she finished the resignation process, she would—

"Ahhhh—!" A shrill scream shattered her thoughts. "Someone’s been killed—!"

Chaos erupted in the subway station. Passengers who hadn’t yet passed security scrambled toward the stairs in panic, as if fleeing a demon.

"Murder! Murder!"

The screams continued.

Lu Jianwei’s ears twitched. Amid the passengers’ cries, she picked up the ragged breathing of a man—his heart pounding wildly, his emotions boiling over as he roared in fury.

"Why?! Why?! Heaven is so unfair! So unfair!"

"Call the police! Hurry—!"

Lu Jianwei moved swiftly and steadily, descending the escalator in seconds and heading straight for the scene.

A balding middle-aged man, eyes bloodshot, held a fruit knife against the throat of a woman in office attire. The blade had already nicked her skin, drawing blood.

The woman’s face was deathly pale, her legs trembling, but she dared not beg or cry out, afraid any sound might provoke him into slitting her throat.

"You damn whore! What gives you the right to steal my position? Why wasn’t it you the company fired?! Did you spread your legs for the manager to keep your job?! You’ve always stolen my spotlight, my bonuses, my clients—was it all because of this pretty face of yours?! Disgusting!"

The woman: "..."

Lu Jianwei understood.

Just another incompetent, unemployed middle-aged man who couldn’t accept his own failures and took it out on a woman.

With people like this, there was no need for words. Just knock them down and be done with it.

"Weiwei, times have changed!" Xiao Ke warned, sensing her dangerous thoughts.

Lu Jianwei: "..."

Acting in defense of others wasn’t a crime.

The subway police hadn’t arrived yet, and the man’s agitation was escalating. With the knife in his hand, the slightest misstep could end the woman’s life. No bystander dared intervene.

She couldn’t wait any longer.

Lu Jianwei pulled a coin from her bag and continued walking forward as if she hadn’t noticed the man.

"Stay back!" the man bellowed.

Only then did Lu Jianwei look at him properly. "Were you talking to me?"

The crowd: "..."

Was this girl still half-asleep?

The man: "..."

Pretty women were all the same—damn them!

Before he could speak again, a coin shot through the air at blinding speed, striking his arm. His muscles went numb, his grip loosened, and the knife clattered to the ground.

Before anyone could react, Lu Jianwei moved like the wind. One hand seized the woman’s wrist, spinning her deftly out of harm’s way and pushing her toward the crowd, while her other foot lashed out, slamming into the man’s chest.

She hadn’t held back—the man flew backward several meters and crashed into the wall with a thud.

The crowd: ???

Lu Jianwei strode forward, twisted the man’s arms behind his back, and forced him face-first onto the ground.

His nose smashed against the floor, and he let out a pig-like squeal.

With one hand, she undid the strap of her bag and, with a few deft movements, bound his wrists securely in under two seconds, leaving him no chance to break free.

Once done, she stood up leisurely, pulled out a wet wipe, and cleaned her fingers as if nothing had happened.

Trash like this wasn’t worth dirtying her hands over.

The subway station fell into stunned silence.

The arrival of the police broke the tension.

The victim snapped out of her daze, tears streaming as she stammered, "Thank you… thank you so much. I—I can’t thank you enough."

Lu Jianwei handed her a tissue and said gently, "Your neck is still bleeding. You should get it checked at the hospital."

"Right." The woman nodded, then asked hesitantly, "What’s your name? You saved me, I’d like to…"

"No need." Lu Jianwei couldn't be bothered to deal with interpersonal matters right now and turned to leave.

Back in the Qi Dynasty, after she and Pei Zhi apprehended criminals, they would simply toss them into the authorities and walk away.

She had forgotten about the whole "police statement" thing.

Sure enough, the officer stopped her, asking her to come to the station to give a statement.

After finishing the statement, she handed in her resignation letter at the company and returned home.

Unbeknownst to her, the video of her heroic rescue earlier that morning had already gone viral online.

"What kind of scumbag is this?! My heart aches for the beautiful sister!"

"That girl was so cool! Did she train in martial arts or something?"

"Did anyone see how the coin hit the bastard’s arm? I can’t even make it out!"

"Me neither, lol."

"That girl must be a martial arts master!"

"She’s both stunning and badass—ugh, that kick straight-up pierced my heart."

"Someone get me her contact info!"

"Come on, let’s not disturb her life like that."

"She’s gorgeous and kind-hearted!"

The gorgeous, kind-hearted girl arrived home and opened her bedroom door, wondering if Pei Zhi had woken up yet—

The bed was empty.

A faint sound came from the direction of the kitchen. She turned and noticed the kitchen door was tightly shut.

Tiptoeing closer, she twisted the knob and pushed the door open.

Pei Zhi stood at the counter in ancient robes, studying the faucet. Hearing the door open, he turned, his expression dazed. "This is even more convenient than channeling mountain springwater. I always thought your sect was celestial, but now..."

"Now what?" Lu Jianwei smiled.

Pei Zhi blinked. "It’s more astonishing than the heavens."

Even though Lu Jianwei had already briefed him on "modern basics," and he had mentally prepared himself, his imagination had its limits. Waking up here, he had been stunned for a long time.

Though his inner strength had vanished without a trace, he had inexplicably regained decades of youth—not just transported through space, but through time itself.

This was completely beyond his comprehension.

An unimaginably foreign world.

Lu Jianwei burst into laughter.

"How does it feel, having no inner strength?"

Pei Zhi answered earnestly, "Not bad. When I went by the alias Wen Zhuzhi, I couldn’t use much of it either."

"Not afraid of getting hurt?"

"You said most people in your sect don’t practice martial arts. Besides, getting to live a second life is already a blessing."

Pei Zhi’s eyes gleamed with excitement.

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"It’s almost noon. Hungry?" Lu Jianwei pulled out her phone. "What do you want to eat? I’ll order takeout."

Pei Zhi frowned. "Why not cook ourselves?"

"I don’t feel like it."

"Then I’ll cook."

Lu Jianwei raised a brow. "Fine. There’s food in the fridge, and the gas stove isn’t hard to learn."

She personally demonstrated how to use modern kitchen appliances before leaving him to it.

She trusted his ability to learn and adapt.

A notification popped up on her social media.

Friend: [Video]

Friend: Is this you?! Tell me it’s you!

Lu Jianwei tapped the video—it was footage of her kicking that scumbag at the subway station earlier.

The coin flew like a shooting star, and her kick was crisp and decisive.

She replied: Yeah, it’s me.

Friend: SO COOL! But since when do you know martial arts? Are you secretly from some martial arts family or something?

Lu Jianwei: Yep, I am.

Friend: Master, can I join your sect? [Dog emoji]

Lu Jianwei: If you want to learn, I’ll teach you.

Friend: You’re in a good mood today, joking around like this. At the office? Wanna meet at the café in the mall for lunch?

Her friend clearly didn’t believe her, chalking it up to adrenaline-fueled heroics rather than pressing for details.

Lu Jianwei didn’t elaborate either, replying: Quit my job.

Her phone rang immediately.

"Quit?!" Her friend’s voice shot up several octaves. "It’s not April Fools’, is it?"

Lu Jianwei turned on speakerphone and held the phone away from her ear.

"Yeah, quit. Done being a corporate drone."

"Did something happen?"

"Yep."

"Was it that sleazy boss harassing you?"

"No. I won the lottery."

"..."

A long silence followed before her friend finally said, "I’m taking half the day off. I’m coming over."

"I’m fine, really," Lu Jianwei said seriously. "After saving that woman at the subway today, it just hit me—nothing’s more important than life."

"Work was suffocating you?" Her friend seemed to understand. "You just need a break?"

"Mm." Since telling the truth wasn’t an option and her lottery excuse wasn’t believable, this was the best cover she had.

Friend: "Alright then. Where do you want to go?"

"Haven’t decided yet."

"Tell me once you do. I won’t let you go alone."

Lu Jianwei: "Did you forget about the video?"

"That was just adrenaline and luck—the guy was out of it. What if it was eight or ten burly dudes instead? ...Ugh, forget I said that."

Lu Jianwei chuckled.

"Boss is calling me. Gotta go."

"Bye."

A few days later, Lu Jianwei’s phone buzzed with notifications—the system had deposited over three billion in rewards into her bank account, along with several properties.

Having seen mountains of wealth in her past life, the three billion now was just a number to her.

She already had the means to live comfortably; no matter what she did, she wouldn’t starve.

"Pei Zhi, let’s go to Dian Province."

Pei Zhi looked up from the notebook where he’d been practicing with a ballpoint pen and nodded. "Dian Province sounds wonderful. But I wonder if I can find work there."

Over the past few days, he had been devouring modern knowledge through the computer, utterly absorbed in this ocean of information.

He had even adapted to local customs, visiting the barbershop downstairs for a short haircut—though he kept the shorn locks preserved in a box.

Lu Jianwei had bought him several sets of sportswear at the mall. With his impeccable physique, he looked effortlessly sharp in the new clothes.

She rested her chin on her hand, smiling. "What kind of job do you want?"

"You mentioned there are institutions here similar to the yamen, handling cases. I looked it up—those who catch criminals are called police. Could I become one?"

Lu Jianwei: "But you don’t even have an ID yet."

"..."

"Plus, to be a cop, you’d need to complete nine years of compulsory education, then high school, then university, and finally pass exams."

Pei Zhi took it in stride, unfazed.

This world was far more orderly than the martial world of the Qi Dynasty. Maybe he and Jianwei wouldn’t need to roam as vigilantes anymore.

"Before we go to Dian Province, let’s buy a car."

Without proper identification, Pei Zhi couldn’t take public transport, so driving was their best option.

Lu Jianwei wasn’t the type to splurge recklessly after sudden wealth. She picked a modest car, and the paperwork—insurance, plates, and all—took a week.

During that time, she also scouted out a place in Dian Province.

"Pei Zhi, how about we open a guesthouse there?"

Pei Zhi set down his pen and nodded. "Whatever you want."

"What if we lose money?" she teased.

He had no idea she had over three billion in savings, and after learning about modern financial norms, he now realized just how "poor" she was by comparison.

"It's fine, I can earn money," Pei Zhi said. "I've watched a few crime dramas—they sometimes hire freelance forensic sketch artists."

Lu Jianwei raised an eyebrow. "No wonder you’ve been practicing sketching. Once we get to Dian Province, I’ll sign you up for a class."

"But..." Pei Zhi hesitated. "Lessons cost a lot of money."

"What if I told you I’m actually a martial arts prodigy from a renowned family, sent out into the world to train? Would you believe me?"

Pei Zhi replied without missing a beat, "I would."

Back in the Qi Dynasty, he had already suspected Lu Jianwei’s origins were extraordinary. Now, having arrived in the modern era with his body reset to the age of twenty-eight, he was even more convinced of it.

Whether she was a deity sent to the mortal world or something else entirely, he didn’t care.

All he needed to know was that she would always be someone he could trust.

Having lived a lifetime with him, Lu Jianwei understood his thoughts perfectly. The truth about her system couldn’t be explained, but since he had chosen to give her space, she wouldn’t bring it up.

"So, don’t worry about the money."

Three billion was more than enough to fund his studies until the end of time.