"... Pardon? I will compensate you of course, let us put this behind us."
"Compensate me? Shit, that's all you had to say." Dave snapped his fingers in the air. "Come on I ain't got all day."
"Take this, it is pearlescent iron of good quality. I'm hoping sir finds it satisfactory." Zhang Liu procured a glimmering ball of iron that looked somewhat like a giant pearl. Dave lifted his brow as he studied the iron. He then accepted it, grabbing it from Zhang Liu's outstretched hand. It was heavy like a kettlebell from earth, causing Dave to almost fall over.
"God dayum! This shit heavy, guess we ain't fucking around here big man. Haha! Going straight to da pawn shop with this... It's wortha'lotta money, right?"
"It is a rare material that will fetch 50 spirit stones at the least. It is my gift to do with as you please." Zhang Liu had dropped all pretense of aggression towards Dave, acting apologetic and polite, suspiciously so.
I need to start blending in here. Can't have people thinking I'm some kind of country bumpkin to be taken advantage of... Dunno what the fuck a spirit stone is, sounds good though.
"You know anything about this?" Dave held up the keychain, jingling it in front of Zhang Liu's face.
"This! I see... You are searching for a futanari ghetto."
Street cred depleted; Hood Attitude deactivating
"Urgh, yes. I sure am looking for the, futanari ghetto, as you say."
Zhang Liu looked nervous, tempting Dave to ask further questions, but he decided it was better to not appear weak and clueless in front of a guy who not long ago had tried caving his head it with a huge rock.
Ghetto Futanari something, that must have been what Zhong Fu Yaoi told me while I was half passed out. Good thing this guy assaulted me, leading me one step closer to solving this gay ass puzzle. I should probably leave before he finds out I'm an otherworlder.
Dave was deep in thought when Zhang Liu interrupted him.
"Are you representing one of the local forces?" he asked.
"You could say that I'm a disciple of Zhong Fu Yaoi."
Zhang Liu's eyes went wide. "A disciple of the fifth supreme elder of Yaoi clan. I am unworthy of your presence."
This seems vaguely familiar. Didn't I read a similar transmigration novel once? He asked what type of cultivator I was before he attacked. This must be some kind of cultivation world. I'll probe him as an experiment. It should be safe now that he thinks I have a force backing me.
"That you are. I am a proud member of the Yaoi clan. I cultivate the science path."
"Science path?"
"Yes, science path. In fact, I am doing science right now, on you."
"What?!" Zhang Liu was shocked. He looked around himself, then closed his eyes for moment before lifting his gaze to Dave with a hint of admiration. "Incredible. I can't detect your methods at all. What kind of technique is it?"
"Ah, thats..."
"Oh, forgive me. That was rude of me to ask. My curiosity as a cultivator got the best of me." Zhang Liu bowed apologetically.
"Ahem, as a fellow cultivator I understand you all too much. I take no offense, my friend."
The way he's acting, Zhong Fu Yaoi must be some kind of big shot around here. I should keep dropping his name...
Dave curled his lips into a smile, the kind he used to flash when someone made a spelling mistake while arguing with him online.
"You're too kind, Senior brother."
"Did you just call me Senior brother?"
"Yes?" Zhang Liu looked confused. "As a disciple of the Yaoi clans fifth supreme elder you are decidedly my senior. Should I address you otherwise?"
What a clever way to ask for my name since I never introduced myself properly. Maybe this Zhang Liu fellow has a little brains.
"No, senior brother is fine."
Zhang Liu nodded.
"Junior brother Zhang Liu, I bid you farewell. I must continue searching for the futanari ghetto."
Zhang Liu looked troubled, but he cupped his hands and bowed deep.
"Senior brother, I wish you good luck on your search. I apologize again for troubling you."
Dave rubbed his temple, his brow furrowed. He contemplated squeezing more information out of Zhang Liu before leaving, but decided against it. He turned around and left.
Hours later he had been following the arrows through the forest without finding anything noteworthy.
"I should have asked Zhang Liu for directions... This keychain is fucked. Why did I think following a dick keychains magical arrows was a good idea... Stupid futanari ghetto, what the fuck is futanari anyway?"