The Whole Martial World Is Eavesdropping on People's Thoughts at My Inn

Jin Chaozui is the proprietress of the Dragon Gate Inn. In the three months since inheriting the family business, she has made ten minor repairs, three major renovations, and rebuilt the place once. On the day the inn reopens, Jin Chaozui acquires a System claiming to be the "All-Knowing Scholar of the Martial World." Apparently, her ancestor couldn't bear to watch any longer and appeared specially to help her avoid martial artists who would start a fight over the slightest disagreement. Jin Chaozui decides to give it a try and looks up the first guest's life in the martial world. Little does she know that whenever she looks someone up, the System broadcasts the results to the entire inn. [The senior disciple of the Gushan Saber Sect, ranked ninety-eighth among the martial world's outstanding young talents. What! He's also the thirty-eighth unsolved case on the Six Fan Gate's records, a bone-collecting maniac who's dissected twenty-eight corpses!] [He just stole the old master of the Hidden Sword Manor's leg bone from the graveyard? He's carrying it with him?] Jin Chaozui: What a disaster! At the inn entrance, the steward of the Hidden Sword Manor, who had only come to ask for a drink of water, gave a start and accidentally opened his bundle. The bone-collecting maniac lunged forward to protect his treasure and rolled right out of the inn. Jin Chaozui: It really works! The martial world's number one beauty wants to rent the inn for a day and hold a literary contest to choose a husband. As long as nobody starts a fight, Jin Chaozui is more than happy to welcome them. She even sits behind the counter, cracking seeds and enjoying the show. [The Jade-Faced Swordsman? A fake! He's a third-rate swordsman, filthy rich, and good at bribing experts to put on a show. He's useless, and he beats women. He can't beat women either?] [The young master of the Eight Directions Sect? All show and no substance. He's spent years frequenting pleasure houses and ruined his health. His family now only hopes he'll marry and leave them an heir. If he wants to sacrifice his father to produce a son and take over the Eight Directions Sect, well, that's an option too.] [The heir of Prince Xin's manor is accomplished in both letters and arms, of noble character, and destined for great things. It's just that he'll rebel in eighteen years, which is a bit of a risk!] The talented young men who came to compete all went weak in the knees. The number one beauty clutched her chest and claimed to feel dizzy. Her servants hurriedly escorted her away. Looking at the inn, suddenly empty of people, Jin Chaozui fondled a thick stack of banknotes and sighed: They're leaving already? Then one day, a tall man wrapped from head to toe in layers of clothing strode into the inn through wind and snow and slapped a piece of paper down on the counter. It read: Lodging. One night only. No fighting. Don't get curious about me. [Even the best disguise can't fool me! Nan Huaiyi, the young genius physician of Medicine King Valley, peerless in medicine and poison, with martial arts unmatched under heaven. Cold on the outside, warm on the inside. What a pity he can't heal himself. He's been afraid of contact with other people since childhood, and at twenty, he's never even held a girl's hand.] [Huh? What's this? In three days, the proprietress of the Dragon Gate Inn will force herself on him! He says no, no, but he's actually enjoying it. He's playing hard to get!] Jin Chaozui: ... Nan Huaiyi: I should've frozen to death outside! Later, all sorts of strange combinations suddenly began appearing at Jin Chaozui's inn. A high-ranking official and an imperial merchant: Boss Jin, help us settle this. Did our families mix up our children at birth? A holy maiden and a Daoist: Boss Jin, help us settle this. Is the other one a spy from the Demon Cult? Two famous heroes with equal reputations: In your opinion, Boss Jin, which of our sword techniques is superior? Before she knew it, Jin Chaozui had turned her inn into a manor and become the martial world's honorary alliance leader for life. Jin Chaozui modestly remarked: It's all thanks to the blessings of my ancestors. I'll carry on the tradition and become a good ancestor to my descendants, too. Coming Soon 1: Historical danmei (Don't hit me, I'm trying to build up a following) "Cultivation Means Serving the People" Fu Gongju, a livestreamer who makes a living taking civil service exams, transmigrates into a cultivation novel. The good news: He's the sect leader's only son, a second-generation cultivator, and was born into a cushy position. No exam required! The bad news: This is a wish-fulfillment cultivation novel built around breaking off an engagement, and the arrogant female side character who gets dumped is his junior martial niece. Not only does his niece mock the male lead to his face, she also joins forces with the sect's elders to persecute his family. The male lead bears a grudge and eventually destroys the entire sect. If Fu Gongju wants to survive, he has to stop this stupid plot from unfolding. But his aptitude is mediocre, and he only got the honorary position of head of the Discipline Hall through his father's influence. --What can he do to stop it? --Use the core values of socialism?! That's right! Fu Gongju may be a seasoned hand at "building a civilized, safe community," so he decides to use the spirit network as a foundation and follow the example of others by setting up the "Wuji Sect Public Services Network." As long as there's enough work, strict enough performance reviews, frequent enough undercover inspections, and sufficiently high awareness, he can stop his niece from getting herself into trouble for no reason. * The one thing Fu Gongju never expected was that the male lead, You Jiuyao, had been reborn and planned to infiltrate the Wuji Sect as a disciple ahead of time. But it wasn't a big problem. Thanks to Fu Gongju's reforms, you had to "apply" to join the sect. Besides meeting the spiritual-root requirements, body cultivators had to take a physical fitness assessment, talisman and alchemy cultivators had to sit the "Career Aptitude Test," sword cultivators needed five years of sword-practice experience, and artifact cultivators had to sign a five-hundred-year service contract... Unexpectedly, even with one opening for every thousand applicants, You Jiuyao still passed, thanks to the protagonist's halo! Fu Gongju had no choice but to pull strings and assign him to work right under his nose. In the first month, Fu Gongju had him learn the sect's layout: "Last month's inspection found that the sect leader had secretly set up a spiritual array outside his room to charge his spirit artifact. It's a major fire hazard, so keep an eye out for it this month." In the second month, Fu Gongju had him learn the sect's social network: "The Spirit Network hotline, 54321, received a report that the chief disciple of Sword Peak is making too much noise late at night. Go talk to him." In the third month, Fu Gongju placed great hopes in him: "We've received report 011 via spirit talisman. The grand elder is taking bribes and embezzling, and has teamed up with Spirit Herb Peak to defraud someone of a hundred high-grade spirit stones. Take the lead on this one." In the fourth month, Fu Gongju wanted to raise his awareness: "Do you know what 'one trip should be enough' means? Or that we must stay one step ahead of the people? I'm assigning you this quarter's campaigns against demons, evil cults, and scams." Fu Gongju was certain that if he got You Jiuyao into this line of work, the dispute mediation over the "engagement" between his niece and You Jiuyao would surely be resolved amicably! After all, as the birthplace of the "Public Services Network," the disciples of Wuji Sect were duty-bound to keep both their dispute-resolution and satisfaction rates among the highest. Later, everything unfolded just as he had hoped. The only mystery was why You Jiuyao's gaze at him grew increasingly strange. "Master, open the door. It's my turn to inspect your room tonight. Have you sent away that vicious beast you keep?" "Master, open the door. Hotline 54321 received a report that the bath in your room is leaking and flooding the spiritual herb fields down the mountain. Let me in to check." "Master, open the door. Report 011 says your room is on fire. Let me in and have a look." Coming Soon 2: "I Opened a Talent Agency in Ancient Times (Transmigrated into a Book)" Zhou Yucen, a veteran talent agent, transmigrates into a male-oriented wuxia novel as the male lead's moneybags: the daughter of the richest man in the land. She's a cannon-fodder lovesick fool with a powerful leading-lady's destiny in her hands, yet she willingly plays sidekick, giving the male lead money and even dying for him. Zhou Yucen's response: Damn it! We're breaking up right now! After ending things with him, she returns to her old line of work. The useless junior martial brother she builds up with money becomes famous overnight. The holy maiden she guides after she leaves her sect is redeemed overnight. The declining martial sect she plans a future for rises to prominence overnight... Before long, Zhou Yucen becomes a highly sought-after "master" in the martial world! The Zhou residence is packed with visitors. After masked people have camped outside its walls so many times that they've worn them down, Zhou Yucen decides to establish a talent agency, recruiting and selecting ambitious people and providing custom-designed professional training to help them achieve their dreams in the martial world. But somehow, she's caught the eye of the book's biggest villain, Xu Jingqing. By day, he wears a secret identity, acting aloof and chaste as he calls her Miss Zhou. By night, he takes off his mask and clings to her, asking for cuddles. * Xu Jingqing, the Imperial Preceptor, is a pure-hearted, desireless beauty on a high peak. Rumor has it each word he speaks is worth a thousand gold, and his predictions are always accurate. But no one knows how exhausting it is to keep up the act. He really wants to break his vows. As fate would have it, on his twenty-second birthday, he met a woman who declared she would "pluck him from the heights." Xu Jingqing withdrew the guards and mechanisms from the Imperial Preceptor's residence and sat back to wait. But even after the moon had set and the stars had faded, nothing happened. Xu Jingqing thought that when it came to this sort of thing, a man should take the initiative. [Work-loving, playful heroine who is the daughter of the richest man in the land + double-standard, lovesick Imperial Preceptor hero] [One-on-one romance, both leads are each other's first] Theme: Be the best version of yourself.