Teacher by day, Farmer by passion-Chapter 133: Ace: I’m not a kid.

Ace's instincts instantly screamed at him at full lung capacity.

Trap! It's a freaking trap! Get out!

And without hesitation, he instantly opened, well, tried to open the system space… only to receive no response.

'Ah.. haha must be malfunctioning.'

He tried once again.

Yet, still nothing.

A bead of sweat rolled down his temple.

Huh. This is… not good.

"Ah, I wonder what the gentleman wants," Ace said, forcing a casual tone as he subtly scanned the room.

The walls were old but sturdy, the exits limited. There were at least three guys who looked like they could bench-press a carriage.

And the innkeeper was wiping a knife way too slowly.

Ace sighed internally.

If only he could just access the system space, maybe he could pull Liu Mei and Shan Yifeng out and have them handle this mess.

That was the smart play.

After all—

They're a lot stronger than me.

Ace cleared his throat, already picturing the scene.

Liu Mei, stepping out with an icy glare. Shan Yifeng, cracking his knuckles.

The two of them obliterating this shady little hideout while he, their wise and tactical master, stood back and offered moral support.

Yes. That was the ideal outcome.

Except…

He was stuck.

Ace exhaled through his nose.

Well. This was awkward.

Blind Dog tilted his head, his milky-white eyes unreadable.

"Mister, they say kids are the easiest to fool. But between us..." his lips curled into a smirk, "I think the adults win."

Ace's eye twitched. Oh, that little—

Of course, the kid was mocking him!

Ace had never felt more embarrassed in his life. He actually trusted this blind kid.

Ah, damn. I should have known the moment I let a blind person to lead the way...

Who the hell follows a blind person?! Ace screamed internally.

Meanwhile one of the three men placed a paper on the table, tapping a finger against it.

"The description matches. It's definitely him," he said, locking eyes with Ace.

The trio stood up in perfect sync, their expressions darkening.

Blind Dog, unfazed, casually walked to the front.

"What about my promised food?" he asked, his tone utterly unbothered by the tense atmosphere.

"You'll get it," the innkeeper replied. He smirked before adding, "A plate of rotten fish."

Then, as if struck by sudden generosity, he added, "Actually, let's make that two."

Blind Dog's head snapped toward the innkeeper.

His little fingers clenched into trembling fists at his sides, his breath hitching.

"You… you promised me spirit apples," he whispered, voice barely above a breath.

His shoulders rose and fell in sharp, uneven jerks, like he was trying—and failing—to keep himself together.

For a second, it seemed like that was all he'd say.

Then, suddenly—

His entire body lurched forward, grabbing the edge of the table with both hands as if it were the only thing keeping him from collapsing.

His chest heaved, his lips quivering.

His milky eyes, though sightless, seemed to bore into the innkeeper with raw, unfiltered betrayal.

"Do you have any idea what you've done?!" His voice cracked like dry wood snapping. "My sister... My sick sister... She needed those to survive!"

His breath shuddered. He clutched at his own chest, digging his nails into his tunic.

The innkeeper sneered. "Rotten fish. Take it or leave it."

Silence.

For a moment, Blind Dog just stood there, frozen. Then—his legs wobbled. His grip on the table slackened.

He took half a step back, his body sagging like a puppet with its strings cut. His fingers curled inward, shaking, before he finally let them drop to his sides.

"…You lied to me." The words came out flat, empty, as if the last bit of fight had been drained from him.

Then, with a slow, mechanical motion, Blind Dog reached up and wiped his nose with the back of his sleeve.

He swallowed hard.

Then, in a voice that barely even sounded like his own, he muttered, "I understand. I.. I'll take it"

And that was it.

No more shouting. No more pleading.

Just a quiet, crushing resignation.

Because what was the point in arguing with someone who never intended to keep their word in the first place?

Meanwhile Ace's attention flickered back to the three men, who were now striding toward him with clear intent.

Ace took a deep breath.

Alright, it's now or never.

Steeling himself, he muttered, "Guess I'll have to fight my way out."

With that, he began circulating his soul energy.

A single second of silence passed.

Then—

"Shit! He's a cultivator!"

"No wonder the bounty is so high!"

The three bounty hunters paled. The innkeeper, mid-smirk, flinched.

Then, all at once—

The bounty hunters sprinted for the door.

The innkeeper vaulted over the counter like an Olympic champion.

Within seconds, the only ones left were Ace and Blind Dog—who, instead of running, let out a long, exaggerated sigh of disappointment.

Ace stared at the three men and the innkeeper who had bolted away.

Ace blinked. "...The hell?"

Then, as realization struck, his face turned beet red.

They were all just entry-level Warrior rank!

An overwhelming urge to dig a hole and hide washed over him.

Rubbing his temple, he muttered, "Sigh… sometimes, I really don't use my brains."

With a sigh, Ace slowly sank into a chair. His soul left his body.

I want to die.

After a few moments of calmness, he then turned toward Blind Dog, who had been standing silently, seemingly lost in thought.

Ace patted the seat next to him. "Kid, come over here."

Blind Dog didn't move.

Ace narrowed his eyes. Fine.

If words wouldn't work, then he'd use the one universal language all kids understood—bribery.

Reaching into his storage, he pulled out a spirit apple and dangled it in the air.

"Sit here and tell me about why you need the spirit apple, if convincing enough, this spirit apple will be yours."

Blind Dog's head snapped in Ace's direction, his milky eyes almost seeming to focus.

He gave a small, forced smile. "Mister, I'm not that gullible, you know."

But Ace could see it—the slight twitch in his fingers, the barely restrained gulp, the way his body leaned ever so slightly forward. Oh, he wanted it.

Ace smirked. "Oh well, looks like this is the only one I've got. I should eat it real quick then."

He brought the apple to his lips—

"NO, NO! I'll talk! I'll talk! Please don't eat that!"

Blind Dog practically lunged forward, scrambling to sit in the chair, tears welling up in his eyes

Ace chuckled, shaking his head.

Tsk, kids.

Blind Dog shifted uncomfortably in his seat, then hesitantly spoke.

"But Mister… can we change location?"

Ace raised a brow, looking at the kid. Then, without a word, he slowly brought the spirit apple closer to his mouth.

Blind Dog panicked.

"Ah! Ah! Stop! Stop!" He flailed his arms, nearly knocking over the chair. "Why are you acting like the kid here?!"

Blind Dog sniffled dramatically. "I only suggested a change in location because those people will come back with reinforcements! Hic... Hic..."

Ace froze.

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Oh… right.

Now that he thought about it, that was the logical thing for them to do.

Damn it.

His face burned with secondhand embarrassment for himself.