Dimensional Storekeeper

Chapter 190: Body Cultivator Learns Customer Service

Yan Zhi blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Then stiffened.

His mouth opened slightly… then froze.

He turned to Hao.

Who raised a brow and gave two small, expectant nods.

Like: Go on. Say something. I believe in you – but also, I’m watching.

So this was a test?

Yan Zhi’s eyes widened a little.

Was this part of the job screening? Was he going to be kicked out if he fumbled the social interaction?

Would he be disqualified from standing behind the holy register?

No. Focus. Focus!

Hao could guess Yan Zhi was overthinking – but not to the level of full mental trial-by-fire.

And then it happened.

He choked.

Not on food. Not on words. On existence.

On the sheer idea of being perceived.

Classic introvert mode. Shoulders slightly curled in. Half-breath. Eyes darting like a startled NPC.

That tiny nervous chuckle that wasn’t sure if it was laughing or dying.

Anyone who’d ever had to introduce themselves in school or during their first job would feel that in their soul.

But then –

Yan Zhi took a deep breath.

Straightened a little.

And spoke.

“Your guest is correct, Miss Hua. I’m a body cultivator.”

Okay. Good. That should’ve been it.

But it wasn’t.

“I, uh… prefer training with my body. Because… I used to be really bad at everything else.”

Hua Feixue moved closer with a curious “Oh?”

“I wasn’t good at qi control. Formation stuff confused me. I nearly blew up a practice cauldron once. Tried drawing a single talisman and ended up with qi burnout.”

He was oversharing.

Hard.

Hao slowly rubbed his chin with one hand, half-covering his mouth to hide the grin.

“But push-ups? Push-ups never lied to me.”

In the corner, Old Tiger Zhao caught that line. His ear gave a sharp twitch as he raised his chin in solid approval from his seat.

’Hooo? That one’s got the right idea.’

Yan Zhi continued.

“I started lifting rocks for fun. I like running up hills ’til my legs stop working. It clears my mind. And builds muscle. Win-win.”

Silence.

“…So. Yeah. That’s me.”

Hua Feixue beamed. “That’s kinda cool!”

Yan Zhi blinked again.

Did he… pass?

Maybe.

Probably?

Hopefully.

Hao bopped his head once.

Not a bad.

Sure, the guy yapped a bit too much, but that was probably the nerves talking. Yan Zhi’s voice had that shaky edge, and his posture had the rigidity of a sword planted into the wrong scabbard.

Still, it helped a lot that the one he was talking to was Hua Feixue.

If it were anyone else, they might’ve stared him down into silence. But this girl?

This girl was a full-on talk engine, high-grade spirit ore powered. Forget breathing, she probably recharged her lungs with pure wind qi between sentences.

She was the kind of customer that came in talking, bought something mid-sentence, and left with five new topics unspoken.

’Feixue is basically a one-girl sound array.’ Hao thought as he casually turned to glance behind her.

The other three had been respectfully quiet, letting their teammate go off.

But the moment Hao’s gaze fell on them, the three straightened slightly.

That was enough of a signal.

After all, this was a new staff member, and this store wasn’t just any store.

It was their favorite place in the world. A safe haven, a goldmine of deliciousness, and a mystery box of cultivation treasure all in one.

Of course they would introduce themselves properly.

Lin Yijun stepped forward first, nodding politely.

“Greetings, Brother Yin. I’m Lin Yijun of Drifting Sword Sect.”

“Good to have you on board, Brother.”

Right behind him, Yue Xueyan gave a small, almost imperceptible nod.

“Greetings, Senior. Yue Xueyan from Snow Petal Sect.”

Then Xiao Lianfeng stepped forward, sharp eyes scanning Yan Zhi once from top to bottom.

That wasn’t just a passing glance. He had already gauged the muscle definition, the posture, the way Yan Zhi stood. A

And while his qi cultivation might’ve been low, those arms weren’t grown by napping.

Xiao Lianfeng gave a respectful cup-fist salute.

“Greetings, Brother. I am Xiao Lianfeng, also from the Drifting Sword Sect. I look forward to training alongside you someday.”

He meant it too.

Anyone who trained their body that hard deserved respect in his book. Words were fine – but effort spoke louder.

Yan Zhi blinked, a bit startled, but returned the nod with a quiet. “Thanks.”

The four excused themselves with a respectful nod to both Hao and Yan Zhi before heading off toward their usual shelves, already eyeing their go-to products.

Midday had crept up fast.

Hao, ever the most responsible manager, kept to his word and began showing Yan Zhi the ropes.

“Most of this is simple.” Hao said, gesturing to the scanner on the counter.

“Prices are tagged. Scanner does most of the work. Only a handful of products for now, so it won’t fry your brain.”

Yan Zhi nodded, brows lightly furrowed, committing each label and product position to memory.

Then came the noodle crash course.

“Pour hot water up to this line. Close the lid. Wait a few minutes. Don’t forget the chopsticks.”

Next was the soft serve machine.

“After they get their token, just have them insert it here.” Hao said, pointing at the slot on the cone dispenser.

“Then place the cone in this spot, and the machine will do the rest.”

Simple enough.

Yan Zhi watched every motion carefully, nodding as he followed along. His eyes were sharp, focused, but there was still something distant about them.

Not overwhelmed.

Not exactly.

Just… off balance.

The kind of off where your body shows up, but your soul is still catching up.

Which made sense. Just yesterday, they had been in a life-or-death situation.

Today, he was learning how to handle a magical machine that poured out sweet-smelling, cold white stuff into cones.

It was bizarre.

But still, he tried his best to absorb everything Hao was teaching him.

He had a job now.

That mattered.

Hao gave him a light tap on the shoulder.

“Your shift starts now, Zhi. Good luck.”

Then he added with a casual grin. “Don’t stress too much.”

He pointed at a nearby seat near the corner.

“I’ll be sitting right there. If you forget something or need help, just call out.”

Light words.

But somehow, it made Yan Zhi stand a little taller.

Contrary to what he had feared, his first shift had gone… normal.

In fact, it was so normal that he kept glancing at the door, wondering if something was supposed to go wrong.

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