187: Chapter 186 Taking Xiao Guang to Sweep Through the Supermarket! Mini Storage Rings in Action!

Coming down from West Mountain, Lin Feng did not go directly to the shop.

He first found a bathhouse and washed away the bloodstains and ash from his body.

As the hot water poured down from overhead, the already healed wound on his chest still felt a slight itch.

That middle-aged man in the Mao suit certainly had impressive healing methods; he hadn't even left a scar. However, there was still an occasional fine, stinging pain deep within his Meridians, as if something had lightly scraped them.

It seemed that he really couldn't use the Incarnation of Light and the Law of Heaven and Earth again for a short period of time.

After bathing, he realized he hadn't brought a change of clothes.

His original T-shirt had been pierced straight through by Sato Ichiro, leaving a hole in the chest and another in the back; wearing it felt like having two ventilation windows hanging off him.

He simply wrapped himself in a bath towel, sat on a chair in the locker room, and took out his phone to search for the nearest mall.

“Lin Feng! Where are we going now?”

Little Guang poked his head out from the shirt pocket. The torn T-shirt had been tossed aside; the little fellow had been sleeping in the pocket just now and had only just woken up, the fabric's texture still imprinted on his golden face.

“To buy clothes. And to buy things for you while we're at it.”

Lin Feng showed him the phone screen.

“I promised you that if we won, I’d buy you delicious food and fun things.”

Little Guang's eyes instantly lit up like two small lightbulbs.

“Really?! Then I want that thing called ‘ice cream’! And ‘potato chips’! And ‘cola’! And—”

“One thing at a time.”

Lin Feng scooped him out of the pocket and placed him in his palm.

“Clothes first, then the supermarket.”

Little Guang looked down at himself, then at the bath towel wrapped around Lin Feng, and suddenly thought of a question.

“Lin Feng, should I wear clothes too? Didn't you say I can't be naked outside? I don't have clothes to wear right now, so does that count as being naked?”

He looked down at his golden body, then up at Lin Feng, his expression very serious, like a new primary school student asking a teacher about school rules.

Lin Feng glanced at him.

“You don't even have *that*, what would you wear clothes for?”

Little Guang was blank for a second, then looked down at his crotch; it was a smooth expanse, with nothing there at all.

His handsome little golden face suddenly turned red—no, it turned even more golden, as if someone had splashed a bucket of golden paint on him.

“I-I have an Artifact Spirit body! I don't need that kind of thing! When I reshape my Physical Body in the future, I'll have one!”

“Fine, fine, fine, we'll talk about it when you have one.”

Lin Feng stood up, tightened the bath towel, walked to the locker room door, and peeked out; there was no one there.

He quickly slipped into the adjacent clothing area. This bathhouse had a small shop attached that sold simple clothing.

He randomly picked a white T-shirt and a pair of black casual pants, paid, and changed into them.

The size was just right and the fabric was quite comfortable, though the style was a bit plain—the kind that would be absolutely unrecognizable in a crowd.

But it didn't matter; he had never been picky about what he wore.

“Let's go.”

Lin Feng pushed the door open and went out, hailed a taxi by the roadside, and headed straight for the largest shopping center in the city center.

When the taxi stopped at the entrance of the shopping center, Little Guang pressed against the car window, his mouth hanging open in an 'O' shape.

The shopping center was eight stories high, with a giant LED screen hanging on the outer wall playing an advertisement for an Explorer brand.

On the screen, an Explorer covered in golden light held a longsword and cleaved a massive Void Beast in two; the special effects were blindingly brilliant.

“That's you!”

Little Guang pointed at the screen and shouted excitedly.

“Look! That person also glows! Just like when you turn into the Giant of Light!”

“That's not me. That's an advertisement.”

Lin Feng paid the fare and pushed the door open to get out.

“It's even more crowded inside. Don't run around, don't shout, and especially don't talk in front of people.”

“Then what should I say?”

“Squeak squeak.”

Lin Feng taught him.

“Lin Feng, I'm a person, not a dung beetle!”

Little Guang got angry.

“Then don't make a sound. If you really want to talk, lean against my ear and whisper.”

Little Guang shut his mouth aggrievedly and shrank into the shirt pocket, revealing only two eyes and a pair of glittering golden eyebrows that were knitted together in apparent dissatisfaction.

Lin Feng pushed the door and entered the shopping center.

The first floor was filled with cosmetics and jewelry counters, with bright lighting that made the diamond necklaces sparkle.

Little Guang's eyes were immediately drawn to those shiny things. He whispered in the pocket, “Lin Feng, Lin Feng, what are those bright things?”

“Diamonds.”

“Can we buy them?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“You can't wear them.”

Little Guang looked down at his thirty-centimeter height, then at the jewelry in the counter designed for normal human sizes, and fell silent.

“You've hurt me.”

He lay in the pocket, burying his face in his arms.

Lin Feng went straight up to the men's clothing section on the third floor.

He picked a store that looked minimalist in style and walked in to start choosing clothes.

The sales assistant was a girl in her early twenties with a ponytail. Seeing Lin Feng enter, she habitually came forward: “Hello sir, what type of clothing are you looking for?”

“Just looking around.”

Lin Feng walked to the racks and began picking out clothes.

He took several white T-shirts, two pairs of black casual pants, a dark gray jacket, and some underwear and socks.

The sales assistant watched from the side, thinking this young man was quite efficient; she didn't need to waste words introducing anything, as he did everything himself and finished in three minutes.

The only thing she found strange was that every time the customer picked up a garment, he would look down at his chest, as if consulting with someone.

Lin Feng was indeed consulting someone. Little Guang was crouched in his inner pocket, peering out with a pair of small golden eyes to critique every piece of clothing.

“This one is too white, it doesn't match your face.”

“This neckline is too small, it makes your neck look thick.”

“This one is okay, but you still look better in the one you're wearing.”

“You're an Artifact Spirit who hasn't left home in ten thousand years, what do you know about fashion?”

Lin Feng snapped back in a low voice.

“I've seen it on the murals of the Taixu Dojo! Those Immortals were very meticulous about their clothes! The piping on the sleeves, the position of the belt, the pairing with jade pendants—everything had its rules!”

Little Guang was indignant.

Lin Feng couldn't be bothered to argue with him and handed the selected clothes to the sales assistant.

“I'll take them all. I'll wear the old one out.”

He pointed to the T-shirt he had just bought at the bathhouse, then pointed to another identical brand-new one on the rack.

“Take a new one of this too, I'll change out of the one I'm wearing.”

The sales assistant was stunned; she had never seen a customer buy clothes so quickly.

However, she quickly reacted, efficiently swiping the card, folding the clothes, and bagging them.

After paying, Lin Feng walked out with the shopping bag and ducked into a shoe store next door, picking a pair of black sneakers to change into.

The young man working there knelt down to help him tie the laces, but Lin Feng waved him off, tied them himself in a few quick motions, stood up, and took a couple of steps. Feeling they fit, he paid and left immediately.

Exiting the shoe store, Little Guang clung to the edge of the pocket looking at the directory for the mall's fourth floor, which featured an icon of a shopping cart.

“That one, that one! The supermarket! Lin Feng, you promised me!”

The fourth floor was the entrance to the supermarket.

Lin Feng pushed a shopping cart inside, and Little Guang immediately jumped out of his pocket, standing on the handle of the cart with his small hands gripping it like a captain standing at the bow of a ship.

“Set sail!”

He pointed his glittering golden finger toward the shelves.

The supermarket was quite busy, but it was currently the mid-afternoon lull; most customers were in the fresh produce and deli sections, while the snack aisle was relatively quiet.

Occasionally, a few customers pushing carts passed by, but none noticed a living little golden person standing on the handle of this cart. Even if they had, they likely would have assumed it was some kind of new smart toy.

Lin Feng pushed the cart to the puffed snacks section.

“Let's get this straight first: you can only take one bag of each kind, just to taste. We'll buy more after you've finished them. Don't waste.”

Little Guang stared at the row upon row of potato chip shelves, completely dumbfounded.

It wasn't just one or two kinds, there were dozens.

Original, tomato, BBQ, seaweed, sour cream, Mexican chili, cheese, honey butter—the colorful packaging bags lined an entire wall, more varieties than all the types of Medicinal Pills in the Taixu Dojo combined.

“This... how do I choose?”

He fell into a state of indecision he had never experienced before.

“Just pick whatever.”

Lin Feng leaned against the cart handle.

Little Guang took a deep breath, jumped down from the handle, and walked toward the shelves.

It looked up at those colorful packaging bags and began tossing them into the shopping cart one by one.

A bag of original flavor, a bag of tomato flavor, a bag of BBQ flavor, a bag of seaweed flavor, a bag of sour cream and onion flavor, a bag of cheese flavor, a bag of jalapeño flavor, and a bag of honey butter flavor.

"You said you'd only take one of each kind."

Lin Feng reminded it.

"Exactly, one of each kind, and there are dozens of kinds here!"

Xiao Guang replied righteously, continuing to toss potato chips into the cart.

The bags of chips in the cart had already piled up into a small mountain, and it was still growing taller.

Lin Feng was silent for a second.

This little thing was quite skilled at playing word games.

He pushed the cart to the beverage section.

This time Xiao Guang behaved and didn't throw cans in one by one, because it stood in front of the cola shelf for a full minute, staring unblinkingly at the chilled display case.

Hundreds of red cans were neatly arranged in the freezer, shimmering with an inviting metallic luster under the lights, with condensation droplets slowly sliding down their curves.

"This... is cola?"

Its voice suddenly became very soft, as if afraid of waking something up.

"Yes."

Xiao Guang reached out a tiny golden palm and pressed it against the glass door of the freezer.

The glass was very cold; it shivered but didn't pull its hand away.

Having guarded the Taixu Dojo for ten thousand years, it had seen countless Immortal brews and spiritual liquids, but it had never seen this kind of bubbling black drink.

It had heard Zhao Gang mention it countless times, saying that this thing paired with potato chips was the ultimate enjoyment in the world.

"I'll take a can."

Its voice carried a hint of reverence, as if it were saying, "I'll take an Immortal Pill."

Lin Feng pulled open the freezer door, took six cans of ice-cold cola, and put them in the cart.

Then he picked up a few bottles of Coke, Sprite, and Fanta from the adjacent shelf, along with some fruit juice and yogurt.

Xiao Guang withdrew its hand from the cola cans, its gaze sweeping past the beverage shelves to see that half of the snack section next door was still unexplored.

Its eyes lit up again.

"That area isn't finished yet! There are shrimp strips! Shrimp crackers! Popcorn! Onion rings! Veggie crisps!"

"You already took potato chips."

Lin Feng reminded it.

"Potato chips are potato chips! Shrimp strips are shrimp strips! They're different!"

Xiao Guang argued its case, its expression as serious as if it were debating an academic problem; potato chips were potato products, while shrimp strips were shrimp products—they belonged to different subcategories of puffed snacks and could not be lumped together.

Lin Feng pushed the cart over, letting it continue to toss things in.

Tomato-flavored shrimp strips, original shrimp crackers, butter popcorn, caramel popcorn, onion rings, veggie crisps, rice crust, fried dough twists, broad beans, peanuts, shredded squid, and beef jerky—Xiao Guang was like a tireless shopping machine, moving snacks from the shelves into the cart one by one.

"Even emperors couldn't eat these things ten thousand years ago."

It held a bag of beef jerky, looking up at the production date on the label with a heart full of emotion.

"Now you can buy them at any random supermarket. This era is truly wonderful."

After finishing with the snack section, Lin Feng pushed the cart to the daily necessities area.

He picked up a few towels, toothpaste, and toothbrushes, and then chose a small towel for Xiao Guang. Actually, a regular towel would have worked, but Xiao Guang insisted on having one of its own.

When they passed the electronics section, Xiao Guang stopped moving.

It stood on the handle of the shopping cart, its golden eyes staring intently at the rows of phones and tablets in the display case, its eyes almost glued to the glass.

"Lin Feng. That."

"Which one?"

"The big one! The one that's even bigger than a phone!"

It pointed at the latest model of a tablet in the counter.

"Didn't you say you wanted a phone?"

"I think a tablet is better now."

Xiao Guang turned its head to look at Lin Feng, its eyes full of longing and its voice softening by an octave.

"The screen is big, which makes watching videos convenient. Didn't you say you'd buy me something fun?... Brother Lin Feng?"

"Calling me 'brother' won't help."

Lin Feng pushed the cart over and asked the clerk to take out the tablet.

The clerk was a young man with glasses who smiled as he handed over the sample, assuming Lin Feng was talking to some voice assistant on his phone.

Xiao Guang jumped onto the counter, walked around the tablet several times, touching here and tapping there, before finally nodding in satisfaction.

"This is good. The screen is clear, the response is fast, and the sound is loud. I want this one."

Lin Feng paid for it.

While the clerk helped activate it and install software, Xiao Guang kept chattering in his ear: "Install the one for watching videos! Install the one for listening to music! Install the one for reading news! And install a game! I saw a fruit-slicing game on your phone yesterday; I want to play that too! And the one called 'Lianliankan', and the one called 'Xiaoxiaole'—"

"Are you literate?"

Lin Feng asked it.

Xiao Guang was stunned for a moment.

"I've read books in the Library Pavilion for ten thousand years."

"Oh. Then did you read modern Simplified Chinese or ancient Seal Script?"

Xiao Guang went silent.

It lowered its head, looking at its own golden little feet, its voice becoming smaller.

"...Seal Script."

"So you don't recognize Simplified Chinese characters."

Xiao Guang stopped talking.

It crouched on the counter, drawing circles on the glass with its fingertip, looking like a deflated balloon.

"It's okay."

Lin Feng put the tablet into a shopping bag.

"If you don't know them, you can learn. You learn things quickly; you'll have them down in a few days."

Xiao Guang looked up, light reappearing in its eyes.

"Really?"

"Really."

Lin Feng pushed the cart away from the electronics section.

"But while you're learning, don't ask me questions like 'why does electricity make the tablet light up'."

"Then I'll look it up myself."

Xiao Guang lifted its head and jumped back onto the cart handle, resuming its proud posture like a captain.

As Lin Feng pushed the cart through the last few rows of shelves, they passed the jewelry and accessories section.

Xiao Guang suddenly patted the handle, signaling him to stop.

"That."

It pointed at a small silver ring in the counter.

It was a mini silver ring, strangely small, even smaller than an adult's pinky ring. The style was simple, with no gemstones, only a circle of fine patterns engraved on the surface.

The tag said it was a Children's Day limited edition mini ring.

Seeing Lin Feng staring at the ring, the sales assistant smiled and explained that it was a limited edition from last year's Children's Day; because it was too small, it hadn't sold, and it was now on clearance.

"Is the gentleman buying it for a child at home?"

"Sort of."

Lin Feng looked at the price; it was just over a hundred yuan, not expensive.

He asked the assistant to take the ring out and examined it in his palm.

"It's too small; no one can wear it,"

the assistant added.

"It's just right."

Lin Feng handed the ring to Xiao Guang, who was peeking over his shoulder.

Xiao Guang took the ring and tried it on; it fit its finger perfectly, neither tight nor loose.

The silver surface sparkled on its golden finger, making its tiny hand look even more exquisite.

The assistant blinked.

She hadn't seen clearly who Lin Feng had handed the ring to; she only saw the ring disappear from his hand.

She opened her mouth, wanting to ask what kind of magic trick this was, but her professional etiquette made her simply smile and swipe the card.

"Let's go."

Lin Feng handed back the card.

Xiao Guang held its hand up to admire the ring, so happy it nearly jumped out of his pocket.

It had guarded the Taixu Dojo for ten thousand years, and no one had ever given it a gift—not even a stone or a tile.

Now it had its own cola, its own potato chips, its own tablet, and its own ring.

It turned around and secretly rubbed the corner of its eye with the ring.

The ring was cold, but it felt a sense of warmth.

"Lin Feng! Look at that glass case over there!"

Xiao Guang suddenly tugged at Lin Feng's collar, its voice kept extremely low.

Lin Feng looked in the direction it was pointing.

In the innermost part of the jewelry section was an independent display case, brightly lit, displaying several rings and bracelets that were much more exquisite than the ones outside.

But what caught Xiao Guang's attention wasn't the jewelry, but the words written on a stand next to the display case—"Storage Equipment Counter."

Storage Equipment.