He'd rather run than be turned into a cannon fodder for the broken engagement.

Seeing the cultivator leave, the courtesan asked the madam in a trembling, panicked voice, "What happened?"

The heavily made-up madam, adorned with large flowers in her hair, weighed the few silver ingots in her hand, smiled broadly, and waved to the courtesan behind the screen: "It's alright, it's alright! We've disturbed the guests; you should serve them even more attentively." With that, she led her entourage out.

This is a private room; the madam probably intends to wait until the guests have had their fill before arranging for someone to repair the door.

After everyone had left, the room became quiet again. Leng Huan cautiously peeked out from under the covers, his face flushed.

In the heat of the moment, Hua Niang emerged naked from her bath, wearing only a thin shirt, and had Leng Huan remove her outer garment and put on a men's outer robe left behind by a former client.

The two pretended to be a couple and hid in bed, their bodies pressed tightly together, which made Leng Huan feel both scared and excited.

Hua Niang was a good person, and this helped him a lot. Under normal circumstances, he might have been able to redeem her, but now he was still on the run and could only keep enough money for his journey south. He gave the rest of his money to Hua Niang.

"Hehe, young lady, you are traveling alone and need money. It's just a small favor, Wan Niang is too ashamed to accept it."

Seeing Leng Huan blushing like a virgin, Hua Niang couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle, politely declining the gift in her words.

However, Leng Huan was also stubborn and did not want to owe anyone a favor for no reason. Besides, the madam seemed to be greedy and might not treat the courtesans well.

"Sister, please take it. Otherwise, I won't be able to live with myself. We've only met by chance, and I'm very grateful for your help. Please keep some money for yourself."

"I'm leaving now, sister. Until we meet again." Leng Huan cupped his hands in a traditional martial arts greeting, refusing her further refusal, picked up the remaining bundle, and left the brothel.

-

Unable to leave the city for the time being, those two cultivators from the Leng family are definitely waiting for us outside the city gates.

The monk in the city was alone, so he had a better chance of hiding.

Leng Huan looked at herself in a sky-blue narrow-sleeved dress, her hair in a mess, and most importantly, she was wearing the original owner's face, which was so beautiful that it was too eye-catching.

I went to a clothing store and bought a simple coarse linen outfit and soft cotton fabric. I asked the shopkeeper to cut the cotton fabric into strips about the width of my palm. Then I went next door to buy rouge and face powder before going to the inn and booking a room.

He had specially booked the upper room with a mirror. Leng Huan first took off his dirty, fine sky-blue clothes, closed his eyes, and tightly wrapped his chest with strips of cotton cloth, trying to flatten it as much as possible. Then he put on a loose-fitting short-sleeved shirt, looked in the mirror, took a few breaths, and his once undulating chest had become flat.

Feeling a bit more relaxed, she used a wooden comb to tie her long, black hair into a ponytail, letting two unruly strands of hair fall down her forehead. Finally, she started applying makeup in front of the mirror!

His technique was rough; he imitated his sister's makeup routine, groping his way to darken his complexion, draw thick eyebrows, conceal his bright, jewel-like eyes, add dark circles and eye bags, and dot freckles and moles on his cheeks...

A beautiful young girl transforms an ordinary-looking boy.

With a mental V-sign, Leng Huan put down his eyebrow pencil and let out a long sigh.

He thought to himself, "How did an ordinary male college student like me end up like this?"

Within a few days of crossing the border, they were either on the run or on their way to escape.

He hates this time travel!

He desperately wanted to wake up and find out it was all a nightmare.

Leng Huan composed himself, packed his things, and went to a new inn.

As curfew approached, vendors packed up and pedestrians hurried by.

"I hope we can get out of the city smoothly tomorrow and shake off those people."

Silently praying, Leng Huan lay on the bed in the ordinary room, smelling the slight musty odor as he closed his eyes.

Once he relaxed, he realized that his whole body ached, especially his legs, which were lacking exercise. To be honest, he had had enough of this cumbersome body!

Exhausted, Leng Huan felt no joy at the thought of time travel, only helplessness and pain. Looking at the desolate moonlight streaming through the window, he felt utterly alone.

I miss my family, my classmates, my teachers, and I miss 8 AM...

I want to go home.

Leng Huan didn't know where to go or what to do, so he could only take it one step at a time.

-

The next day, the man, who was taking things one step at a time, successfully left the city with the crowd. Thanks to his drastic modifications, the two Leng family cultivators guarding the city gate did not notice him.

The two passed each other by.

Only after walking a considerable distance did Leng Huan finally relax, his heart pounding with anxiety.

In order to leave more quickly, he spent a lot of money to travel by carriage this time!

The coachman was a burly, middle-aged man. He squinted at Leng Huan, then grinned and asked, "Young man, where are you going?"

"Go south." He didn't know where the next place was.

"Young man, are you planning to go to Nanjun?"

After a moment's hesitation, Leng Huan nodded: "More or less."

The burly man looked at him with a hint of suspicion: "Oh, that's quite a distance, the travel expenses aren't cheap, you..."

Knowing that the driver was worried that he couldn't afford the money because of his poor appearance, Leng Huan simply took out a small gold bead as a deposit: "This is the deposit. Don't worry, once you've delivered me, you won't be shortchanged on the fare."

The big man was relieved, and a strange look flashed in his eyes as he looked at Jinzhu, but Leng Huan did not notice it.

After driving away from the small town and away from the pursuers, Leng Huan breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't have a map, but he could find an overview of the continent in the books she had read in the original owner's memories.

The original owner had zero experience when going out, which means his experience was also zero.

However, he's not stupid.

The driver chatted with him, asking where he was from, what he was doing, and whether his family would worry about him since he was traveling alone.

Leng Huan brushed it all off.

He countered with, "Master, are you a professional sports car driver?"

The big man laughed and replied, "Yes, I travel this route to the south."

Leng Huan sat down and secretly sized up the man. He didn't have time to think much at the time; he chose to sit in the man's carriage because he looked honest and the carriage, though simple, was clean.

But now he's a little suspicious. Is this person talking too much?

To avoid revealing her true identity as a woman, Leng Huan closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, no longer answering his questions.

At the same time, he secretly became more vigilant.

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Carriages and horses moved slowly across the fields, the sun was setting, the wind was strong, and both men and horses were exhausted.

Finally spotting a post station, Leng Huan hurriedly jumped off the carriage.

He was extremely grateful that the journey had been uneventful and didn't want to ride in that big man's carriage again. He decided to go to the post station to ask where they were and if there were any cities nearby.

"Young man, this is Zhongnan Prefecture. You're still a long way from Nanjun City, about a thousand li away!" The innkeeper skillfully poured tea and smiled as he answered Leng Huan.

Zhongnan Prefecture? Isn't that a prefecture city 600 li away from Beijun?

It took two days to get here. Rubbing his aching back from the bumpy ride, Leng Huan felt a little desperate.

Even more despairing things were yet to come—

He absentmindedly picked up his bowl to drink water, not even noticing the exchange of glances between the waiter and the burly man.

By the time he was dizzy and realized something was wrong, it was too late.

“This kid is quite alert! I couldn’t get any information out of him along the way…” The coachman saw that his target had fainted and reached out to grab the bundle that Leng Huan was holding tightly.

Stop! Leng Huan was in a daze, trying to speak but unable to utter a word.

"Hehe." The shopkeeper chuckled maliciously, "After all our precautions, it's still in our hands! Come and see what good stuff we have!"

"Pah! I thought he must be rich if he could produce gold beads. Turns out he's just putting on an act, pah! Oh, this jade pendant is of good quality, haha..."

Little did the coachman know that Leng Huan had already given the extra money to Hua Niang, and what was left was just enough for the journey fare, as well as the token of their love, the Jade Heart.

As for the storage bag, he kept it close to his body. Fortunately, they didn't expect Leng Huan to have anything else besides the bundle, so they didn't search him.

"This kid is still pretending to be a beggar, but his hands are fair and delicate. I'm saying we should just sell him to Zhongnan Prefecture; there are people there who specialize in this kind of thing..."

"Haha, whatever you want! I'll get a share of the money anyway."

The two conspired to decide where Leng Huan would go.