About to delve into the enemy headquarters; going there isn't for tea and chat; what's waiting for them is certainly an intense battle.

If they could find a suitable weapon for Yanran beforehand, it would undoubtedly make her combat much easier.

But where to find such a weapon, Jiang Cheng has absolutely no idea.

He also considered utilizing spiritual power training, to let Yanran master the use of a "hand blade," but this "hand blade" relies entirely on powerful spiritual power as a backing, and at least for the moment, Yanran doesn't possess such capability.

Outside the inn, seeing the leisurely life of the innkeeper made Jiang Cheng envious, enjoying the sun, sipping tea, gazing at scenery as beautiful as a painting; who wouldn't yearn for such a celestial life?

Seeing Jiang Cheng standing at the entrance, the innkeeper warmly greeted him, and Jiang Cheng smiled back, sitting beside the old man.

This old man was undoubtedly a cheerful person, staying at his inn for so long, Jiang Cheng never saw him feel depressed or get angry, and he couldn't forget how, when they first came to stay without money, it was this old man who generously welcomed them to stay.

The old man kindly took a cup, filled it with a brown liquid, and handed it to Jiang Cheng, inviting him to taste it. Although Jiang Cheng no longer needed food to replenish energy for his body, as a person from Earth Huaxia Country, he retained a strong interest in various delicacies and uniquely flavored snacks.

So, he didn't refuse the old man's kind offer, but maybe he was too sensitive; he always felt there was a hint of other intent in the old man's smile.

Jiang Cheng cautiously sniffed the strange beverage's aroma in the cup. If he were to describe it, it was a drink mixed with scents like milk and wine among several others.

Though it seemed promising, Jiang Cheng smiled at the old man and took a sip.

The next moment, he sprayed the drink from his mouth.

The old man laughed heartily, his laughter filled with mischief, making Jiang Cheng unable to get angry.

How's it? The taste is great, right?" The old man grinned slyly.

Jiang Cheng coughed, "My goodness, what is this stuff!"

"Hahaha," the old man laughed even more cheerfully.

The old man pushed the cup toward Jiang Cheng again.

"No, no," Jiang Cheng quickly waved his hand, declining the old man's offer.

The old man insisted he try it again. Jiang Cheng reluctantly took another sip as the old man urged him.

Hey? Strange, this time the taste was worlds apart from the first sip, no longer resembling that fermented taste, so Jiang Cheng took a big gulp.

The old man laughed merrily again.

"What is this drink?" Jiang Cheng asked.

This is a drink I invented, "The old man, seemingly intentionally or perhaps genuinely having not understood Jiang Cheng's question, continued speaking: "It can make people forget worries and unhappiness, even if temporarily." He said with a continued smile.

Jiang Cheng gave him a thumbs-up, indicating he understood his suggestion.

"I see you seem troubled about something; if you like, perhaps my life experiences might help you.

Jiang Cheng couldn't help but laugh. If not for possessing superpowers that kept his appearance youthful, he might not look much older than the old man in front of him. But this moment wasn't suitable for debating this with the old man.

Jiang Cheng smiled, looking into the distance, without answering the old man's question.

It wasn't that he didn't want to respond to the old man, but how to articulate such a concern?

If he told the old man he's currently troubled about finding a weapon, a weapon meant for close combat, would the old man be surprised and widen his eyes?

Or would he demand an explanation as to why Jiang Cheng needed to fight?

Thus, Jiang Cheng didn't answer the old man's question.

The old man didn't mind; this young man was no ordinary person, although he appeared and acted much the same as regular folks. In the old man's view, this Alien harbored unfathomable power.

In his youth, the old man was not ordinary either; he later grew tired of that life, and through a fortunate circumstance, gracefully retired, came to settle in a small town on Erma Planet for his elder years.

Now, even though aged, his insights have sharpened significantly.

Therefore, when the old man saw Jiang Cheng not answering, he did not press further.

"Teacher!" Returning from shopping, Yanran appeared joyfully before them; she also politely greeted the old man, "Good day, sir, you look pretty relaxed."

The old man smiled, nodding in acknowledgement towards her.

Yanran raised the package in her hand: "Teacher, see the clothes I bought for you!" The little girl eagerly showcased her triumph.

The little girl, impatient for her teacher's praise, immediately took out the clothes and started comparing them against Ye Cheng's frame.

Her taste was quite good; the clothes not only fit well but also matched Jiang Cheng's preferred colors and style.

The old man praised beside her: "Not bad, not bad, this young lady has a keen eye; these clothes are very suited for your teacher."

Jiang Cheng smiled briefly; since Yanran bought the clothes, he didn't want to say more, seeing the little girl full of enthusiasm and pride.

However, although Jiang Cheng merely smiled, it seemed insufficient to the little girl; she bought clothes intending to cheer her teacher up. She seemed experienced in such matters; during planet training, whenever someone felt down, they would go street shopping, and looking at the new clothes, worries quickly melted away.

But judging by the present circumstances, this pile of new clothes hasn't dispelled her teacher's troubles, so Yanran began encouraging Jiang Cheng: "Teacher, no worries, right? Isn't it just a weapon? Didn't I defeat many enemies unarmed before?"

"You shouldn't be upset over this issue anymore."

Jiang Cheng chuckled; Yanran clearly didn't quite understand him. If faced with a problem he had used every means to resolve yet couldn't, he wouldn't fret over it further. Jiang Cheng was troubled by finding an appropriate melee weapon for Yanran; facing formidable foes with a suitable weapon would unequivocally elevate Yanran's combat prowess. But where to find such a weapon for Yanran?

Yanran persuaded her teacher to abandon this thought, saying she'd manage close combat situations even without a weapon.

Jiang Cheng chuckled, lightly shaking his head; it wasn't stubbornness. As someone who had fought countless battles, he deeply understood how crucial a suitable weapon is for a Martial Artist—it's no exaggeration to say it makes efforts yield greater results.

Certainly, Yanran was comforting him, and he appreciated her intention.

Yet, at that moment, the innkeeper suddenly spoke: "What kind of weapon do you need?" Though his voice was small, it resonated like thunder to Jiang Cheng and Yanran; could this humble innkeeper be a deeply concealed expert? In the inconspicuous inn basement behind him, could there be astonishing treasures?