No Fighting Allowed in the Inn Chapter 149

A new guesthouse named "Eight Directions Inn" recently opened in Caiyun Town.

The inn isn't particularly large—three stories in total. The first floor serves as a dining area, the second floor has eight guest rooms, and the third floor is the owner's private living quarters, off-limits to outsiders.

With such a remote location and only eight rooms, could this place actually turn a profit?

Every time the townsfolk passed by the inn’s courtyard gate, they couldn’t help but wonder—though they kept their doubts to themselves, not daring to voice them aloud.

Because the inn’s owner wasn’t someone to be trifled with.

Though Caiyun Town was remote, it was still a minor tourist spot, attracting plenty of business-minded outsiders. However, without connections or local backing, newcomers often found themselves on the receiving end of "special attention" from the town’s bullies.

On the day the inn was completed, a group of these troublemakers came to "pay their respects."

The outcome of that encounter remained a topic of fascination in Caiyun Town long after.

Those usually arrogant local toughs spent no more than ten minutes inside the courtyard before scrambling out, covered in dust, bowing and apologizing profusely. The next day, they returned with gifts in hand, humbly offering their apologies.

Word of this spread quickly, and soon everyone knew the owner of Eight Directions Inn was not to be messed with.

After that, people made a point of avoiding the inn’s courtyard gate.

The turning point came on a sunny afternoon.

Aunt Cuilian’s young grandson had gone swimming and ended up drowning. His playmates screamed for help, but since they’d sneaked off without adult supervision, no one was nearby to save him. Time was running out—a life hung in the balance.

Lu Jianwei and Pei Zhi happened to be strolling nearby. Hearing the cries for help, Pei Zhi didn’t hesitate—he leaped into the river and pulled the child out. Just then, the adults arrived.

Aunt Cuilian, seeing her grandson pale and unconscious, collapsed to her knees in panic, wailing.

The villagers offered advice in a flurry:

"Quick, take him to the clinic!"

"Hurry, or it’ll be too late!"

Trembling, Aunt Cuilian reached for the boy—but then someone knelt beside him, pressing firmly on his chest. The child suddenly coughed up water, his eyes fluttering open.

"He’s awake!"

"That’s amazing!"

"Who are they? I’ve never seen them before."

"Are you blind? That’s the owner of Eight Directions Inn!"

"Oh, them!"

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The murmurs reached Lu Jianwei’s ears, but she paid them no mind.

Since opening the inn, she and Pei Zhi had mostly stayed indoors, with Pei Zhi studying modern knowledge. They rarely ventured into town, so the locals weren’t familiar with them.

The earlier incident with the bullies had probably left the townsfolk wary.

Aunt Cuilian tried to kneel in gratitude, but Lu Jianwei gently held her arm, making it impossible for her to bend down.

This girl’s strength was unbelievable!

"It was nothing," Lu Jianwei said with a warm smile. "The child is awake, but he’s still shaken from the ordeal, and his clothes are soaked. Take him home to rest and recover."

"Thank you! Thank you so much!"

Aunt Cuilian scooped up her grandson and rushed home.

Lu Jianwei and Pei Zhi returned to the inn. After Pei Zhi showered and changed, a knock came at the door.

"Is Owner Lu here?"

Lu Jianwei opened the courtyard gate, smiling. "Aunt Cuilian, what can I do for you?"

A bamboo basket was thrust toward her.

"Owner Lu, you and your husband saved my grandson’s life. I don’t have much to offer, but these are homegrown vegetables and eggs from our own chickens. Please, you must accept them."

Lu Jianwei took the basket graciously. "I haven’t had fresh, organic produce like this in ages. What a treat."

Aunt Cuilian exhaled in relief, her smile widening. "If you like them, I can bring more every day!"

"I couldn’t take advantage of you like that," Lu Jianwei said. "Tell you what—once the inn starts welcoming guests, we’ll need plenty of fresh produce. I’d be happy to buy from the townsfolk. If you could spread the word, that’d be a huge help."

"Buy vegetables? You’ll cook for the guests yourselves?"

"We’ll hire a chef and servers."

"Of course! I’ll make sure everyone knows."

Before long, Eight Directions Inn officially opened for business in Caiyun Town. Whether it was peak season or slow, whether guests came or not, Lu Jianwei remained unfazed.

But perhaps because she and Pei Zhi had spent so much time upholding justice in the Qi Dynasty, that habit carried over into the modern era. They often found themselves stumbling into situations where they had no choice but to intervene.

Once, while traveling, they encountered a violent crime. Acting swiftly, they subdued the criminals, leaving the stunned police officers scrambling for their handcuffs.

Thanks to their heroic efforts, Pei Zhi’s identity issues were smoothly resolved.

Lu Jianwei spun a tale about him "training in martial arts deep in the mountains," neatly explaining the gaps in his records.

The police were skeptical, but after witnessing their extraordinary skills, they couldn’t help but admire their talent. Since the duo had also done them a huge favor, they turned a blind eye and processed Pei Zhi’s residency paperwork.

Little did they know, Lu Jianwei and Pei Zhi’s value extended far beyond their martial prowess.

Owner Lu and Mr. Pei were like inexhaustible treasure troves!

More and more people came seeking their help.

Over time, the locals realized just how extraordinary the pair truly were.

Five years passed in the blink of an eye.

Life in Caiyun Town remained as peaceful and warm as ever.

Lili, a travel blogger, felt a pang of disappointment when she first set foot in Caiyun Town.

It was just an ordinary little town—aside from the abundance of flowers lining the streets, there wasn’t much to write home about.

Still, she reminded herself to keep an open mind. Travel was all about finding beauty in the unexpected.

She pulled up her navigation app, searching for a guesthouse.

One called "Eight Directions Inn" had glowing reviews, praising its cozy accommodations and the owner’s sleep-inducing incense—supposedly "super, super effective."

Lili was skeptical. The reviews had to be fake. How impressive could some incense be?

As a chronic insomniac, she’d tried every sleep aid under the sun—none had worked. A tiny guesthouse couldn’t possibly have a miracle cure.

The town’s winding streets soon left her navigation app hopelessly confused.

Spotting a woman with a vegetable basket, she approached politely. "Excuse me, miss—could you point me to Eight Directions Inn?"

The woman—Aunt Cuilian—brightened instantly. "Oh, you’re going to Eight Directions Inn? I know Owner Lu well! I’m actually heading there to deliver some vegetables. Come with me!"

Lili’s guard went up. This was… suspiciously enthusiastic.

Was this some kind of scam? Was Eight Directions Inn secretly a tourist trap?

"Miss, let’s go!"

Snapping out of her thoughts, Lili hesitated. She’d been the one to ask for directions—it’d be rude to refuse now.

Pulling out her selfie stick, she grinned. "Just a sec, sis! The scenery here is gorgeous—let me share it with my friends first."

Aunt Cuilian didn’t bat an eye. "Take your time."

After setting up her phone, Lili opened her live-streaming app. As she followed Aunt Cuilian, she introduced Caiyun Town to her fans and made sure to mention the kind woman guiding her.

Aunt Cuilian waved cheerfully at the camera.

A comment popped up: "Where are you headed, Lili?"

"I’m looking for a homestay to stay at. I checked reviews online and chose the Eight Directions Inn. I’ll show you guys when I get there."

Aunt Cuilian chimed in, "You made the right choice, dear. The owner, Lu Jianwei, is wonderful. Most importantly, her place is very safe."

"Safe?" Lili’s heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?"

Aunt Cuilian chuckled. "Everyone around here knows—Lu Jianwei and Pei Zhi are quite extraordinary. You’ll see when you get there."

The more she praised them, the more uneasy Lili felt.

Many fans in the comments also suspected something mysterious about the Eight Directions Inn and warned Lili to be careful.

But one fan wrote, "The Eight Directions Inn in Caiyun Town? Oh my! Lili, you’re really going there? I’ve been!"

Lili spotted the comment and relaxed slightly. The tone suggested the inn wasn’t as ominous as it seemed.

Soon, she and Aunt Cuilian stopped in front of a small courtyard.

Lush ivy covered the walls, and a few rose bushes bloomed at the corners, adding a quaint charm.

The gate stood open, and above it hung an antique plaque with the words "Eight Directions Inn" written in elegant, flowing calligraphy.

Aunt Cuilian, familiar with the place, stepped inside and called out, "Lu Jianwei, we have a guest!"

The courtyard was filled with an array of plants, flowers, and a cozy wicker chair beside a low table.

A teapot and cups rested on the table, creating a serene an