Although Hu Jiu was somewhat reluctant, he saw that An Ge's ears were a little red, so he had no choice but to follow her.
As soon as the two entered the inn, they saw the waiter busily greeting guests. Seeing them, the waiter said warmly, "Oh, you're back so soon, sirs? The food in Huaixi City is quite good, isn't it?"
An Ge nodded. The ancient market was indeed lively, especially some of the handicrafts, which An Ge had never seen before. She couldn't help but admire the greatness of the working people.
"Hehe, these are things that you can only find at the Immortal Fate Inn. They're not easy to buy outside. By the way, today is the Immortal Festival. It'll be very lively tonight. You two can go and have a look."
"Celebrating...Celebrating the Immortal Festival?" An Ge suddenly had a bad feeling.
"This festival is held to celebrate the arrival of immortals, and this year is the first time it has been held."
An Ge's lips twitched slightly: "The immortals have only opened an inn, is it really necessary for you to create a festival?"
Unexpectedly, the waiter suddenly stopped smiling and said seriously, "The guests are from out of town and do not know the importance of the immortal to our Huaixi City."
"Our area used to be sparsely populated and desolate. But after the immortal arrived for only a few months, this place has undergone a complete transformation. We, the people of Huaixi City, are deeply grateful to the immortal, and every household has erected a longevity tablet to worship him. Sir, please don't say such things again."
An Ge felt somewhat apologetic; she had only spoken casually from her own perspective and hadn't expected such a strong reaction. She repeatedly assured the other party that she would never do it again, and only then was the matter dropped.
"Ancient feudal superstitions are terrifying. How could I be that important?" An Ge sighed. She had witnessed what god worship was like, even though the object of worship was herself.
Hu Jiu smiled and said, "I don't know about others, but Xiao Ge'er is more important to me than anything else."
Unsurprisingly, An Ge's face turned bright red.
Suddenly, An Ge seemed to realize something. She stiffly turned her neck and asked blankly, "Did I just hear wrong? Did I hear the waiter say that someone set up a longevity tablet for me?"
Hu Jiu covered his lips with his hand. He had wanted to keep it a secret, but now it seemed he couldn't hide it anymore. He couldn't let An Ge know that he already knew about it.
"Hmm, that seems to be the case. But it also shows the people's love and respect for you, which is a good thing, haha."
"Ugh!" An Ge felt a chill run down her spine at the thought of a memorial tablet with her name engraved on it standing in front of a pile of offerings, with people kneeling and praying before it. She covered her face with her hands, her voice muffled, "I'm not a real god, how could I possibly grant their wishes?"
Fortunately, no temple was built for her, otherwise she would have been even more embarrassed to see her own statue.
What An Ge didn't know was that many people had spontaneously donated money to build a temple for her.
Winter nights come exceptionally early; lanterns were already hung everywhere outside, even before dinner. An Ge spent the afternoon huddled in her room, gradually adjusting her mindset.
She's been worshipped, so be it. She's already been forced to accept the title of immortal, so a little more won't hurt. It's just that she's now on the path of a charlatan with no turning back.
Compared to the daytime, Huaixi City has a unique charm at night.
Originally, there was a curfew in Huaixi City, but it was lifted to celebrate the Qingxian Festival. People came from all directions to celebrate the arrival of the immortals.
Looking at the lanterns hanging everywhere and the people coming and going, An Ge felt as if she could feel their joy and their beautiful aspirations for the future.
The two were strikingly good-looking, and although they used magic to conceal their appearance, they still attracted many onlookers.
Hu Jiu bought two masks to block the view from the outside world.
An Ge found it somewhat amusing. "I remember you've never cared about these things." Given Hu Jiu's personality, he might even be more flamboyant.
Hu Jiu didn't say anything, but he gripped An Ge's hand even tighter.
After walking for a while, the two arrived at a teahouse. Before they even entered, they heard cheers and applause. An Ge, naturally, wouldn't miss the excitement, so she pulled Hu Jiu inside.
The teahouse was large, with two floors. In the middle, a storyteller would slap a tree to wake up the guests' attention.
"The story goes that on the day Prince Duan was assassinated, at the critical moment, an immortal descended from the sky. With a wave of his sleeve, the assassins immediately scattered and fell to the ground. The immortal took pity on Prince Duan and rescued him. Seeing that he was seriously injured, he transformed into an inn on Cangshan Mountain."
The storyteller spoke with great passion, and when he got to the tense parts, the audience held their breath and sometimes clapped and cheered.
After spending the afternoon mentally preparing herself, An Ge was now able to calmly face everyone's praise, listening with great interest. If she hadn't been the one involved, she would have almost believed that such a celestial being truly existed.
"They're such good storytellers! They make it sound so convincing, as if they witnessed it firsthand. I'm starting to wonder if I really am as skilled in magic and compassionate as the storytellers claim."
Hu Jiu poured An Ge a cup of tea. "Mortals worship gods and immortals, and it's not an exaggeration to praise the gods in their hearts to the heavens. You'll get used to it." After saying that, he beckoned the waiter and gave the storyteller a reward.
"Oh, thank you for the tip, sir on the second floor. I'll continue now."
The status of entertainers in this era is similar to that of ancient times, generally quite low. Most people would only give them three or five coins, so it's rare to see someone as generous as Hu Jiu.
Upon receiving the generous tip, the storyteller couldn't help but express his gratitude, and then he performed even more energetically.
"Pfft." An Ge chuckled.
Hu Jiu asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
"Sorry, I just felt you were acting like the top spender. But you seem to have spent a lot of points to exchange for silver coins, you're really generous."
Hu Jiu suddenly felt a jolt of alarm in his mind. "I brought extra money with me this time. Here, take this money. I won't spend it recklessly anymore."
Now it was An Ge's turn to be speechless. She hadn't meant anything by it, but Hu Jiu's words made her seem petty. "Why are you giving it to me when you can keep it yourself?"
Hu Jiu said with a grin, "In our family, the wife manages the money."
An Ge blushed again, quickly covering it up by drinking tea, "Who's your wife?"
"It's only a matter of time," Hu Jiu muttered, earning him a glare from An Ge. It's not even close to happening yet, and this guy's already dreaming.
In the end, An Ge did not accept Hu Jiu's money, which left Hu Jiu somewhat disappointed.
He sighed in disappointment. It seemed he would need to work harder in the future; it wasn't good that his little Ge'er was still treating him like an outsider.
An Ge thought that having been exposed to all sorts of entertainment programs in her previous life, she would find this somewhat dry storytelling program boring, but she didn't expect to find it interesting as she listened.
Before she knew it, she had drunk a lot of tea. Just as the two were about to leave, they heard a commotion coming from the street.
"Young Master Liu, please let me go."
"Hehe, letting you go is simple. Just become my thirty-sixth concubine and I'll let you go. You sing such a good song, and you still dare to say you're innocent? It's your good fortune that I've taken a liking to you, don't be so shameless!"
An Ge glanced outside curiously and saw several thugs blocking a woman's path, ignoring her pleas for help and trying to drag her away. Some onlookers tried to help, but were stopped by others.
An Ge never expected to see a bully blocking her way while she was having tea, and it seemed that this bully had some status.
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