Chapter 149: Not Even Worth Mentioning

The man had not expected to be called out, let alone be humiliated by Yan Shu to his face.

He was instantly incensed, yet he dared not act rashly. After all, in the world of cultivation, strength is everything, and his own strength was quite mediocre; otherwise, he would not have been reduced to setting up a stall alongside mortals.

With several people on the street already looking their way, the man had no choice but to swallow his pride. Waving his hand as if shooing away a fly, he muttered, "Go on, go on! If you can't afford it, step aside and don't get in the way of my business. Meeting you is my bad luck!"

"Buy?" Yan Shu raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you say this wooden comb was fated for me and intended as a gift?"

"You..."

The man was struck dumb with rage!

He had been setting up his stall on this street for quite some time, known for his shamelessness and his tendency to judge people by their appearance. But he had never expected to misjudge someone so badly today!

The person before him was no naive young disciple; she was a wily, unpredictable, and deep-thinking harridan!

Resigned to his misfortune, he looked away, wanting only to get rid of this annoying pair as quickly as possible. "Fine, fine, fine. It's my bad luck. Take the comb!"

Hearing this, Yan Shu tossed the comb back to him.

Watching the man hurriedly reach out to catch it, Yan Shu said sternly, "Honesty is the most important part of business. Whether one is a mortal or a cultivator, integrity is the foundation of success. If you keep cheating people one by one, you will end up with nothing, and it will even damage your Dao heart, making it impossible to progress further."

Yan Shu did not expect a few words to make him mend his ways; she simply found his behavior reminiscent of those salesmen who cheat the elderly into buying worthless health supplements, and she couldn't just stand by and watch.

Having said her piece, she turned and left, indifferent to what the man might think.

No sooner had she walked away than the man spat on the ground and was about to unleash a string of curses when an invisible pressure suddenly descended upon him. It left him drenched in cold sweat, causing him to collapse to the ground with a thud.

He looked up and saw the male disciple who had arrived with the girl staring at him.

Despite his handsome appearance, the man’s gaze felt like ice picks stabbing into his very being, making his heart tremble with fear.

Xiao Jihan continued to exert pressure, watching the man break into a cold, pathetic sweat before speaking in a frigid tone: "Watch your mouth. There are some people you are not even worthy of mentioning!"

The man was terrified to the core and nodded frantically.

Seeing this, Xiao Jihan withdrew the pressure, looked away from the man, and stepped after Yan Shu.

Once the pressure vanished, the man felt a sudden release and began to breathe in deep gasps. He watched the backs of the man and woman as they walked away side by side, patting his chest in lingering fear. Only then did he realize that his hands were still shaking.

He knew that what had suppressed him and struck such terror into his heart was not just the pressure, which far exceeded his own cultivation level, but also an underlying murderous intent.

He had no doubt that if he had let those curses escape his lips, that man would have certainly acted. Even if he hadn't ended up a corpse, he would have been reduced to a cripple.

Yan Shu knew nothing of what had happened behind her. Seeing Xiao Jihan catch up, she leaned in and said with a smile, "How about that? Am I impressive? I just saved us ten low-grade spirit stones."

Xiao Jihan’s brow furrowed slightly at her words. He looked at her and said seriously, "It’s only a few spirit stones. In the future, we will have plenty, and they will all be yours."

My goodness!

What kind of peerless, perfect man is this?!

Honestly, if Xiao Jihan weren't the protagonist, she would definitely seduce him to be her husband!

Yan Shu’s eyes lit up as she looked at him. She swallowed hard and asked, "Are you serious? All the spirit stones we earn in the future will be mine?"

"Of course I am serious," Xiao Jihan replied with complete sincerity. "What is mine is yours."

Oh my heavens!

A man who is incredibly handsome, has a perfect physique, possesses limitless potential and wealth, and has eyes only for you, telling you so naturally that his belongings are yours...

Who could possibly resist this?!

Yan Shu reached out and gently covered her chest.

Damn it! My maiden heart is about to explode!

Why must such a wonderful man be the protagonist, destined to have no romantic partner and to cultivate the Path of Ruthlessness?

Why?!

For a fleeting moment, Yan Shu actually considered trying to win him over as her husband.

But the moment she thought of the fates of the female supporting characters in the book, and the words of the 'One-Day Tour' system, she extinguished that thought and pushed it down.

Good men may be as rare as national treasures, but you only have one life!

Whether it is the 'killing one's wife to reach the Dao' or the potential for a partner from the upper realms, these are things she cannot afford to risk.

Forget it, forget it. If things can stay like this, being best friends is a win for her!

Yan Shu took a deep breath, looked up at Xiao Jihan, and gave his chest a friendly, brotherly thump, laughing, "What is mine is yours, too!"

So, best friends for life it is!

The light tap on his chest landed exactly where his heart blood had been drained away time and time again in the past.

Previously, that spot had brought him nothing but agonizing pain, but today, at this moment, there was only the soft touch of her hand.

Her hand, which touched and then pulled away, felt like a feather brushing over his chest, smoothing away not just the pain of his memories, but also the furrows between his brows.

Looking at her smiling face, Xiao Jihan also raised the corners of his lips. His clear, crisp voice carried three parts tenderness and seven parts declaration: "Very well. We shall not distinguish between yours and mine; we shall not be divided."

"Mhm, mhm!"

Yan Shu nodded repeatedly. From today on, she unilaterally declared that the protagonist was her best friend, her sister-in-arms!

She reached out, grabbed his arm, and pulled him forward, saying cheerfully, "Come on, accompany me to buy some rouge and powder!"

Xiao Jihan was led forward, his eyes dropping to the hand clinging to his arm.

Her fingers were tender as white scallions, the tips rounded and translucent; they were slender jade fingers with skin like congealed fat.

Xiao Jihan’s smile deepened. He withdrew his gaze and looked at the beautiful figure beside him, his phoenix eyes shining as if filled with stars.

Yan Shu felt something and looked back, only to meet that pair of phoenix eyes.

She paused slightly, feeling that...

You're acting a bit strange, sister!

Seeing her stunned expression, Xiao Jihan smoothed his features and asked, "Didn't you say you wanted to buy rouge and powder?"

Yan Shu regained her senses, let go of his arm, and leaned in to whisper in his ear, "Never mind, let's not buy it. This face isn't really mine anyway. Let's find an inn to stay at first. Today is the sixth day; the black market and the Myriad Treasures Pavilion will open in just a few days. Let's go back and organize our things to see if we can come up with something truly stunning!"

The warmth that had covered his arm vanished. Xiao Jihan lowered his eyes, nodded at her words, and said, "That works. Let's go."

Neither of them worried about lacking silver; whether selling pills or buying medicinal herbs, both paths would bring them a steady stream of wealth.

They found the best inn in Yunzhou City and, with a grand gesture, rented an entire high-class courtyard to stay in.

It was the same setup with the red gauze-curtained bed, and they continued to share the same room and quarters—Yan Shu had already grown used to it.

Once they settled in, they immediately began discussing which pills to refine.