94: Chapter 94 Ye Qingxian, the Little Witch Who's Obsessed with Looks! She's even more handsome than my father in my paintings!

Lu Chen hadn't yet swallowed the candied hawthorn in his mouth.

Ye Qingxian slapped her hands down on the edge of the table with a *thwack*, leaning her entire upper body forward until her large eyes were staring directly into his face from less than three inches away.

Too close.

So close that Lu Chen could count her individual eyelashes.

The collar of her violet-gold brocade dress was embroidered with the Ancient Ye Family's totem. Golden-threaded dark patterns extended downwards from her collarbone, cinched at the waist by a thumb-thick violet-gold waistband that outlined the not-yet-fully-matured figure of the young girl with a sharp silhouette.

Twin ponytails fell from behind her ears, the violet-gold satin ribbons at their ends brushing against the tabletop.

Her eyes swept back and forth across Lu Chen's face. One sweep wasn't enough; she started over from the beginning for another.

In his past life, Lu Chen had only seen that kind of look in all-you-can-eat buffets—a university student who'd starved for three days staring at a whole roasted lamb.

"Had enough of looking?"

Lu Chen spoke with the candied hawthorn still dangling from his lips, his words muffled.

"Little girl, what are you staring at? If you want some, go buy your own."

He pointed a finger to the side, where the sugar figurine stall at the street corner was still open.

"And you want to keep me? Dream on."

Ye Qingxian ignored his remarks.

Her gaze remained fixed on Lu Chen's face, her pupils dilated, her breathing noticeably quickened.

"You're so good-looking, just as good-looking as my father! You look very familiar and friendly!"

Ye Qingxian's voice was crisp and bright, causing all the tea patrons on the second floor to swivel their heads in unison to look over.

She showed not a shred of self-consciousness. Instead, she leaned in another half-inch, speaking rapidly.

"No, wait. You're ten thousand times better looking than the father my mother drew for me."

Lu Chen almost dropped the candied hawthorn from his mouth.

Father? Drawn?

What kind of weird comparison was that?

[Is this little girl's train of thought a bit different from normal people's?]

Lu Chen chewed the hawthorn berry, swallowed it, placed the bamboo skewer on the table, stood up, and left.

His sleeve was grabbed in a tight grip.

Ye Qingxian hung from his arm, her feet leaving the ground.

"Why are you leaving?"

"I haven't finished talking yet."

Lu Chen glanced down at the small hand clutching his sleeve. The five fingers were pale and delicate, adorned with three Spirit Stone rings on the knuckles—clearly the hand of someone with no shortage of money.

"Let go."

"Won't."

Ye Qingxian hung from his arm, swaying back and forth like a pendant, her twin ponytails flying everywhere.

"This Young Miss will introduce herself first."

She let go with one hand and slapped her own chest—to be precise, the chest that didn't yet have much curvature—her voice booming.

"The Ancient Ye Family of Central Continent, named Ye Qingxian, Xiantai Realm Middle Stage, direct-line Bloodline of the Ye Family, Lit—tle—Goddess."

With each title she dropped, the expressions of the tea patrons on the second floor shifted.

Ancient Ye Family.

That was an old, top-tier aristocratic Family of the Central Continent, with a Legacy spanning millions of years, having produced several Ascension Emperors, itsheritage unfathomably deep.

Ye Qingxian poured out her identity like beans from a bamboo tube, then lifted her chin, her large eyes brimming with pride.

"So, this Young Miss wants to keep you. Be my personal bodyguard. I'll provide food, lodging, and Spirit Stones. Three hundred High-Grade Spirit Stones a month, double on holidays."

Ye Family.

An Ancient Desolate Family with a Legacy of millions of years, having produced several Emperors who Ascended to the Immortal Realm, and who knew how many Emperors were still alive and slumbering.

One of the top powers in the Central Continent, itsheritage not much inferior to the Jiang Family or the Ji Family.

For such a Family, as long as one's talent wasn't utterly lacking, they could be forcefully elevated to Quasi-Emperor just by being saturated with Family resources.

The wealth and secret methods accumulated over a million years of Legacy… just thinking about it made one's scalp tingle.

[If placed in the history of my previous life, only someone like Huang Chao could deal with these aristocratic clans and powerful families.]

Lu Chen did some mental calculations.

[When I have some spare strength in the future, I'll take the genealogies of these Families and visit them one by one. Not to rob—to borrow.]

[Borrow a few Emperor Weapons to study, borrow a few secret manuals to flip through, borrow a few cartloads of Spirit Stones to spend. Then I'd be truly set.]

But now wasn't the time to think about that.

This little girl before him had too grand a Family background and too wild a train of thought. Getting involved with her would be hard to shake off.

"Not interested." Lu Chen pulled his sleeve from her grasp, his figure flickering.

Xiantai Realm movement technique.

He didn't use his Emperor-level power, only releasing cultivation at the same level as this little girl. The tip of his foot tapped on the staircase railing, and his entire body flipped down into the first-floor hall, merging into the crowd on the street.

Ye Qingxian lunged at empty air, bumping into the table edge. Her little stomach took the impact, making her yelp.

She leaned out the window to look down. The figure in simple cloth robes was already blending into the flow of people.

"Running?"

Ye Qingxian pulled a bronze mirror from her sleeve, stimulating it with a flick of spiritual power from her fingertip.

A faint point of light appeared on the mirror's surface, slowly moving across it, pointing southwest.

Tracking Mirror. Once it locked onto a target's aura, they couldn't escape within a thousand-mile radius.

"The first person this Young Miss has ever taken a liking to, how could I let you get away?"

She jumped directly from the window. Her violet-gold skirt flared open in the wind, revealing a pair of short boots tied with satin ribbons. The moment she landed, spiritual power surged.

The Mortals on the street scattered in panic.

The Ye Family's sixteen black-armored guards had just chased to the teahouse entrance when they saw their Young Miss already charging into an alley.

The lead guard, Ye Cheng'en, turned green with anger.

"Follow her! The Young Miss is being mischievous again."

A figure materialized. A glance revealed her cultivation was actually at Quasi-Emperor.

The woman spoke slowly, "It's fine. That man is only at Xiantai Realm. He's within the range of my Divine Sense. The Young Miss won't be in any danger."

"Understood, Old Ancestor Qingluan. We will go ahead to find the Young Miss. Please, Old Ancestor Qingluan, if necessary, act decisively."

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In the alley, Lu Chen heard the sound of footsteps behind him getting closer and closer.

He turned a corner.

Ye Qingxian followed and turned.

He scaled a wall.

Ye Qingxian also scaled it, then, holding up her bronze mirror, turned into a dark alley. Her large eyes shone unsettlingly bright in the gloom.

"Found you~"

[This little girl's energy is too vigorous, even more troublesome than Yun Qianyue.]

He glanced back.

Ye Qingxian's small face was flushed red, still shouting.

"Why are you running! This Young Miss isn't going to eat you!"

"It's just being my bodyguard, that's all!"

"If three hundred isn't enough, I can raise it to five hundred!"

Lu Chen suddenly stopped.

Not because he was caught, but because a mischievous idea had occurred to him.

This little girl was very simple, with no ill intentions—just looks-obsessed and brutally direct, chasing after men as fiercely as chasing Spirit Beasts.

Rather than being chased by her, it was better to turn the tables and tease her a bit.

He turned around, leaning against an old locust tree, tucking his hands into his sleeves, half-squinting his phoenix eyes, adopting a lazy posture.

Ye Qingxian chased to close range.

"You've finally stopped running?"

"Tired from running. Taking a break."

Ye Qingxian's eyes lit up again.

She abruptly straightened up, placed her hands on her hips, her puffed-up little face written all over with triumph.

"Can't run anymore, can you! This Young Miss's Tracking Mirror is a Quasi-Emperor Weapon!"

Lu Chen chewed on his candied hawthorn, sweeping a glance at the edge of the bronze mirror peeking from her sleeve.

[The Ye Family hands out Quasi-emperor grade items just like that. Damn, they're really rich.]

"Girl, you've chased me for half a street. Aren't you tired?"

Ye Qingxian panted heavily twice, straightening her small frame.

"Not tired! This Young Miss practices both body and techniques, my stamina is excellent!"

She took two steps forward, looking up at Lu Chen, her eyes beginning to sweep over his face again.

The more she looked, the more satisfied she became. The more she looked, the stickier her gaze grew, her legs twisting awkwardly.

"Hey, what's your name, anyway? Where are you from? What Cultivation Technique do you practice? Do you have a Dao Companion? Where's your sect?"

A barrage of questions hit him.

Lu Chen raised an eyebrow.

"Why ask so much?"

"I need to write it in the records!" Ye Qingxian said matter-of-factly. "This Young Miss's personal bodyguard needs to have detailed personal information!"

This girl really did see him as a bodyguard.

Lu Chen started walking again.

Ye Qingxian immediately followed, her short legs moving swiftly, sticking close to his left side, half a step behind.

"You haven't agreed yet!"

"Haven't agreed, haven't refused."

"That means you've agreed!"

"With that logic of yours, have the teachers in your Ye Family ever been angered to death by you?"

Ye Qingxian blinked: "Three were angered into leaving. The fourth is currently in the process of handing over."

He turned into a narrow alley. High walls flanked both sides, with only one exit.

A dead end. On purpose.

Ye Qingxian chased in, standing at the alley entrance, hands on hips.

She took small, quick steps forward, advancing step by step, lifting her chin with each stride.

"The manservant this Young Miss has taken a liking to cannot escape!"

Ye Qingxian walked up to Lu Chen, looking up at him. Beads of sweat on the tip of her nose glistened in the sunlight.

She stood on tiptoe, leaning close to Lu Chen, the corner of her mouth curling into a smirk she thought was domineering but was actually fiercely cute.

"Kneel and obediently lick this Young Miss's feet! That's the kind of favor bestowed upon a Loose Cultivator like you!"

Lu Chen looked down at this little girl whose head didn't even reach his chest.

A hint of amusement surfaced in his phoenix eyes.

He extended his right hand, index and middle fingers together, and flicked them accurately onto Ye Qingxian's forehead.

*Thwack*, a crisp sound.

Ye Qingxian's head jerked back half an inch, her twin ponytails swaying twice.

"Girl."

Lu Chen withdrew his hand, tucked it back into his sleeve, and spoke bluntly.

"If I had come to the Central Continent two hundred years ago, and you pulled this stunt,Plus your identity, I definitely would have licked your boots!"

"Then, using my superb emotional intelligence and skills, I'd have licked them until you were comfortable! But now? Impossible! My wings have hardened!"

Ye Qingxian covered her forehead, a layer of mist welling up in her eyes, but her lips were pressed tightly together, stubborn as a little mule.

She didn't retreat. Instead, she took another step forward, looking up at Lu Chen.

"You flicked me! You actually flicked me! No one in the Ye Family except my mother dares to flick me!"

"Apologize to me! If you submit to me now, I won't hold it against you!"