I Can Recognize Everything, But the Information is Wrong

"Grain from an entire county? Senior, you're not joking, are you? In these chaotic times, which county could possibly have so much grain?"

The street vendor wasn't easily fooled, yet what Tian Lin said wasn't entirely false.

"Little brother, you're in Fuzhou, not far from the Transmission Array that leads to the North Wilderness. Haven't you heard? Beiyed County has cultivated underground, and the grain harvested piles up like mountains every day?"

Seeing the street vendor still didn't believe him, Tian Lin boasted, "To tell you the truth, I was the one who developed that underground space. Because of this, Wang Yanyu won't let me go. Even if I escape to the ends of the earth, she will offer a heavy reward to capture me back."

The street vendor was intrigued by Tian Lin's ability to harvest enough grain for an entire city and couldn't help but ask, "Senior, with such skills, why don't you stay in the Southern State and benefit the people of the world?"

Tian Lin scoffed and said, "What nonsense are you talking about, little brother? It's enough for me to fill my own stomach; why should I bother with the masses?"

The street vendor had a strong sense of justice, likely because he was one of the masses going hungry.

He couldn't help but say, "As the saying goes, when prosperous, help the world. Isn't it too selfish to just care about your own life, senior?"

Tian Lin snorted, "How I act is none of your concern! Just tell me outright, are you in or out for the origami task?"

The street vendor gritted his teeth and said, "I'm in!"

A penny stumps a hero indeed; nowadays, even a grain of rice crushes the street vendor.

Tian Lin smiled and said, "Alright, when you've made the paperman, I'll come find you."

With that, Tian Lin stopped wasting words with the street vendor and walked away, holding Mei Xianfu's hand.

Not until they left the market did Mei Xianfu speak up, "Your plan is to use this paperman against our enemies? No wonder you've been reading the Qimen Dunjia Book whenever you have time."

She couldn't help but transmit her voice secretly, "Your paperman can barely fool a Golden Core Cultivator, let alone a Nascent Soul Cultivator. This plan of yours clearly won't work."

Tian Lin said, "Whether it works or not, we'll know in due time. It's getting late; let's go home."

Previously, they held hands to pretend to be a couple.

Now, free from the vendor's prying eyes, Mei Xianfu promptly let go of Tian Lin's hand.

Once they returned to the courtyard, Xin Ayi eagerly approached them and asked, "How did it go for you two?"

Mei Xianfu knew Xin Ayi was trying to match her with Tian Lin and grumbled, "There's no chance between him and me."

Xin Ayi hurriedly said, "I'm not talking about your romance; I'm asking if you found the secret well?"

Realizing she misunderstood, Mei Xianfu's face darkened even more. "No, we didn't find it. I'm going to sleep."

After speaking, she left, only to hear Xin Ayi call worriedly behind her, "Aren't you going to eat? At least have something to eat."

"Not hungry."

First came Mei Xianfu's response echoing up the stairs, followed by the sound of doors closing.

When Xin Ayi looked at Tian Lin, who smiled and asked her in return, "Did you find anything these past few days?"

Xin Ayi knew Tian Lin referred to the abandoned well and honestly said, "We've scoured all the abandoned wells in Fuzhou City but haven't found a thing."

Pausing, she looked at Tian Lin, "The immortal lady is a True Disciple of the Goddess Sect; she probably knows more about the secrets of these wells. If you have time, ask her—"

Tian Lin waved his hand to interrupt Xin Ayi, "You saw how she just treated me. Instead of having me ask her, maybe you should ask her yourself."

Xin Ayi replied, "As long as you moderate yourself at night, and focus more attention on her than on other women, she won't be upset."

Tian Lin chuckled, "You don't understand how enjoyable these things are. It's not like I can just control it by saying so."

Xin Ayi was at a loss for words, and only after Tian Lin returned to his room did she mutter with a dark expression, "I don't understand? Before this world turned chaotic, was there a single day I wasn't living in revelry every night?"

Another elderly woman came over to comfort her, "Come now, why let this upset you? Young people speak without measure; there's no need to take trivial words to heart."

That evening, the sounds from Tian Lin's room persisted without end.

The women in the courtyard had long grown accustomed to it and, by this time, had learned to plug their ears and avoid the noise.

The next morning, Tian Lin arose bright and early, habitually heading out to search for the abandoned well.

However, for the next two days, he and Mei Xianfu frequented the tavern.

But the street vendor was nowhere to be found at the tavern.

After two days of this, Mei Xianfu sensed something amiss and said to Tian Lin, "This rascal wouldn't have gone to rat on us to the New Heaven Sect, would he?"

Tian Lin replied, "What's there for him to report? That we're immortal disciples of the Wenda Sect or that we have a grudge against Wang Yanyu?"

The rumor of enmity spawned from love with Wang Yanyu was fabricated by Tian Lin, though Mei Xianfu also suspected this rumor held some truth.

Nevertheless, she couldn't help but say, "Do you find this funny? This is no time for jokes."

Tian Lin nodded, "If he really did spill the beans to the New Heaven Sect, they would have already come looking for us. Since they haven't shown up, doesn't it prove even more that they're lying in wait? The situation won't get worse, so there's no need to worry."

Though Tian Lin spoke these words, for the next two days, he continued to visit the tavern daily but never encountered the street vendor again.

Mei Xianfu was now certain the street vendor was up to no good and would never appear in front of Tian Lin again. From then on, she stopped accompanying Tian Lin to the tavern.

Several more days passed by, and one night Mei Xianfu lay on her bed, forcibly trying to ignore the sounds from Tian Lin's room next door.

But soon, she sensed someone opening her door, and a stranger entered her room.

Mei Xianfu instantly rose from her bed, the Divine Lady Tree in her hand poised to strike the intruder.

However, she quickly stopped because Tian Lin's voice, transmitted silently, resonated in her mind, "Don't panic, follow me quietly."

Mei Xianfu remained silent, noting another woman beside Tian Lin who bore a striking resemblance to herself.

"Is this the paperman you crafted?"

Mei Xianfu knew Tian Lin spent every night in his room studying Qimen Dunjia, folding papermen playfully.

She couldn't help but marvel at Tian Lin's talent, knowing that folding a paperman was nothing significant. But to infuse a paperman with a living aura was indeed extraordinary.

"How is it? My skills are pretty good, right?"

Tian Lin smiled, but Mei Xianfu looked at the woman shaped like herself and said:

"The appearance only resembles me about seventy percent; it might deceive someone under the cover of night, but in daylight, not even a Golden Core Cultivator would be fooled—so, you're planning to use this level of paperman to deceive a Nascent Soul Powerhouse? Aren't you playing with our lives?"