Chapter 031: Conjuring and the Talented Lady

With a smile, Wang Bo placed the tablecloth on the table and said, "Now for the exciting part. I'm going to use the art of creating something out of nothing to conjure up a big watermelon for you."

"Conjuring something from nothing?" Hanyue said skeptically, "Master Wang, you wouldn't be boasting, would you?"

"You don't believe me?" Wang Bo asked.

"I don't believe it," Hanyue nodded.

Wang Bo clapped his hands and said, “Fine, then I'll show you what it means that there are skies beyond skies and people beyond people. Watch closely—here comes the Art of Conjuring Something from Nothing.”

Wang Bo said to the tablecloth, 'Give me a piece of watermelon.'

Whoosh! A fresh, large watermelon instantly appeared on the tablecloth.

Hanyue was completely dumbfounded. She and Yushu looked at each other in dismay, hardly able to believe their eyes. Hanyue even raised a hand to rub her eyes, then fixed her gaze to look again.

The watermelon sat steadily on the tablecloth.

"Now do you believe it?" Wang Bo patted the watermelon, producing a "bang bang" sound.

Hearing the sound, Yushu couldn't help but raise a hand to touch the watermelon. The feel was very real; it was no illusion. "Master Wang, this... how on earth did you do it?"

“Didn't I just tell you? It's all thanks to my trick.”

"The art of creating something from nothing?"

Exactly.

"This is simply unbelievable." Yushu's face was full of wonder. She had seen many brilliant tricks, but a trick like Wang Bo's that could conjure something out of nothing—this was the first time she had witnessed such a thing.

Hanyue touched the watermelon in disbelief; the real sensation told her that this was no illusion, but a genuine watermelon. "Master Wang, can this watermelon be eaten?" she asked softly.

"Of course." Wang Bo took a dagger out of his four-dimensional pocket, sliced the watermelon open with a few crisp cuts, handed the largest piece to Hanyue, and gave a smaller piece to Yushu.

Then he picked up a piece of watermelon himself and ate it bite by bite.

Hanyue took the watermelon and bit into it, finding it very sweet, but her heart was even sweeter.

Because she noticed that her watermelon was a little bigger than Sister Yushu's.

At least this man has some conscience, Hanyue thought to herself.

Yushu, however, didn't think too much about it—or rather, she didn't care at all. She took a few small bites of watermelon and said softly, “Master Wang, this melon is really sweet.”

Hanyue asked curiously, "Young Master Wang, how on earth did you learn this trick?"

Wang Bo shook his head and said, "Cannot say, cannot say."

"Why can't you tell?"

"Some tricks are just like that—if you don't reveal them, they keep their mystery, but once you do, they lose their magic," Wang Bo said with a straight face.

Actually, he doesn't know a damn thing about magic tricks; he just relies on the Gourmet Tablecloth.

With the Gourmet Tablecloth at hand, not just one watermelon, but even a hundred watermelons would be no problem at all.

Hanyue knew that Wang Bo was spouting nonsense with a straight face, but she did not expose him. Instead, she said with a look of sudden realization, "In that case, Hanyue will ask no further."

After finishing the watermelon, Wang Bo asked, "What else would you two like to eat?"

Hanyue asked in surprise, "Young Master Wang, can you conjure other foods as well?"

"Of course," Wang Bo said with a proud look. "My trick is to create something out of nothing. No matter what kind of food—those that fly in the sky, swim in the water, or run on the ground—as long as you know it, I can conjure it up for you."

Yushu, hearing Wang Bo's boastful claims, said, "In that case, could Young Master Wang conjure up a portion of roast duck for me?"

"Roast duck is nothing special," Wang Bo said to the tablecloth. "Bring us a Peking duck."

Instantly, a steaming Beijing roast duck appeared before everyone.

Yushu couldn't help but look amazed.

Hanyue asked, puzzled, "Master Wang, what is this Beijing roast duck, and how does it differ from ordinary roast duck?"

Wang Bo said, "Beijing roast duck is the most outstanding among many kinds of roast duck, only it is rather niche; it is only natural that you have not heard of it."

This is only the Tang dynasty, for heaven's sake. Beijing roast duck won't appear for thousands of years.

If the two women knew, Wang Bo would have no choice but to suspect that they were time travelers.

Next, relying on the gourmet tablecloth, Wang Bo conjured up all kinds of fancy delicacies, feeding the two women until they were full, eliciting exclamation after exclamation from them.

Whether it was fruit juice, cake, iced cola, or Sprite, both women exclaimed in disbelief.

By the end of the meal, the two women had eaten until their mouths were slick with grease.

Wang Bo felt that these two women would probably never forget today's lunch for the rest of their lives, for it was, after all, a delicacy from thousands of years in the future.

Enough to make any person remember it for a lifetime.

After lunch, the three of them went out together to stroll the streets, chatting freely along the way—discussing fine food, beautiful scenery, and landscapes of various places. The atmosphere was very harmonious, and Wang Bo felt quite good about it.

And through this street parade, Wang Bo also gained some understanding of the woman Yushu.

Unlike Hanyue, who was eloquent and empathetic, Yushu was a talented woman, well-read in poetry and literature, able to speak in polished prose, and surpassed Hanyue in both knowledge and cultivation.

In many matters, Hanyue only knew the how, but Yushu knew the why.

She could speak with great clarity and logic, offering refreshing insights that suddenly gave one a sense of 'Ah, so that's how it is.'

Wang Bo also nodded frequently as he listened.

He now understood why Yushu had become a strong candidate for the courtesan queen of Luoyang—it was because she was not only beautiful but also talented, no wonder she had countless suitors.

However, this only made Wang Bo more curious about Yin Ruiji.

What kind of charm does this woman possess when she dances, that she can outshine all others and become the foremost courtesan of Luoyang?

Unfortunately, Yin Ruiji's body is now occupied by Lian Nishang, and whether her own soul still resides within it is another matter entirely. Seeing Yin Ruiji dance is no easy feat.

Wang Bo didn't know if he was blessed with such fortune.

Wang Bo and his two companions strolled the streets until evening. When the two women grew tired, he escorted them back to the Shuyu Pavilion and returned to his residence alone.

As soon as Wang Bo entered the main hall, he sensed something was off with the atmosphere.

Liu'er and Yu'er stood trembling to one side, while a woman sat in the main seat of the hall.

It was precisely the woman Wang Bo had been thinking about just moments before.

Luoyang's courtesan queen, Yin Ruiji!

However, the person standing before Wang Bo at this moment was indeed Yin Ruiji, but the soul within was none other than Lian Nishang—known in the martial world as the Jade Rakshasa—who killed without blinking and struck with ruthless cruelty!

Lian Nishang lifted the teacup to drink, but in every gesture there was a fierce, murderous air, as if what she held was not a teacup but a bloodless, lethal sword.

"It's you?" Wang Bo was quite surprised. "What brings you here?"