The Moon-on-Credit Inn Never Closes, Not Even Today

The Moon on Credit Inn, a three-noes black inn:

No bottom line, no room fees, and no grudges carried overnight.

The transmigrated proprietress, Lin Sheyue, has a sharp tongue and a mean right hook. Her favorite thing in the world is

spoiling Chen Xubai, the slow-to-warm-up uncle who can barely hear, until the whole martial world suspects he’s living off her.

Guests show up on their own, and adventure dungeons pop up by themselves.

Today's dungeon:

The Demon Cult's young master scrubbing toilets, Shaolin's bronze men eating themselves into bankruptcy, a former dynasty's princess waiting tables, and a retired Embroidered Uniform Guard writing a daily rumor sheet.

She handles the accounts; he brews the medicine. She carries the blade; he hands her the needles.

Close the door to beat the dog; open it to shower everyone with sweetness.

Word around the martial world: Stay at Moon on Credit, and your wallet will be emptied, but you'll be spoiled rotten.

“Honored guest, would you like a room, or to pay with your life? Or perhaps… put a true heart on credit?”