168: You make me sick

“Wow! What a beautiful street~”

He Zhiyi's eyes sparkled as she looked at the neon-flashing Empress Street District.

She had stayed in the deep mountains for too long, and the life in Lizhou was relatively primitive. She had never seen such a prosperous urban landscape in her life.

“It’s alright. Shangjing City and Donghai City are the most prosperous.”

Chu Mengxuan chuckled, handed the car keys to the parking attendant, and instructed, “Take good care of the car! Otherwise, my husband will break my legs.”

“You… you can rest assured, we will carry it into the parking space.”

The attendant's hands trembled as he took the keys, nodding repeatedly.

Immediately, Chu Mengxuan pulled He Zhiyi into the district.

At this moment, He Zhiyi whispered, “That man has been looking at us. Does he know you?”

“He actually does.”

Chu Mengxuan glanced to the side: “His name is Luo Fan, an Epic Rank Professional. He used to work at my family’s martial arts gym.”

“Then why didn’t you say hello?” He Zhiyi asked, puzzled.

“Hmph.”

Chu Mengxuan let out a soft, pampered snort.

“This guy is rebellious to the core. When he worked at my family’s martial arts gym, he formed cliques, and when he left, he poached over a dozen resident coaches.”

“He is now an executive in a Legion-level Guild in Donghai City. I don't know what he's doing back in Hongwu City this time.”

He Zhiyi's eyes widened slightly: “A Legion-level Guild? Then he must be very strong?”

“I heard he’s at Rank 60 now,” Chu Mengxuan said.

“Seems pretty average, actually,” He Zhiyi pouted.

Luo Fan looked to be only in his twenties, so reaching Rank 60 was an absolutely terrifying progression.

But compared to Qin Yang, it seemed like nothing special.

“Never mind him, let’s go shopping~”

Chu Mengxuan said, then took He Zhiyi’s arm and walked into the district.

“Ah, Liang Zai already has a wife. I missed out on a wonderful life.”

He Zhiyi felt the slightly pressing soft touch on her arm, lamenting that she had met Qin Yang too late and her rival was too strong.

And Qin Yang's words, “Teammates should communicate and understand each other well,” were taken to heart by Chu Mengxuan.

She immediately transformed into a rich young lady, taking He Zhiyi to play all over the district.

They browsed, ate, and bought, bought, bought.

They only found a milk tea shop to rest when their stomachs could hold no more.

“After enjoying today's good life, it's time to start leveling up!”

Chu Mengxuan sprawled on the sofa, rubbing her slightly bulging belly, a look of satisfaction on her Face.

“Don’t we need to wait for the third teammate?” He Zhiyi asked, remembering there was still a Sword Immortal teammate.

“No need to wait, her Rank is already higher than ours, burp~”

Chu Mengxuan sipped her milk tea, looking out the window.

Suddenly, she uttered an “Eh.”

Across the terrace, in the restaurant opposite, sat two familiar figures.

It was Gu Yu, the chief Blacksmith of the Dragon Pavilion Guild.

And Luo Fan, whom they had just encountered.

Inside the restaurant, Gu Yu’s makeup was exquisite; she had clearly dressed up.

But at this moment, the expression on her Face was very unhappy.

Gu Yu and Luo Fan were classmates at the Professionals Academy.

She had admired this Genius when she was young, and naturally, she was happy when Luo Fan invited her out this time, even carefully dressing up.

Who knew that not long after meeting, the other party made her feel disgusted.

This Luo Fan had come with an agenda.

He wanted to persuade Gu Yu to leave the Dragon Pavilion Guild and develop in Donghai City.

He even hinted that Gu Yu should take the Guild’s Blacksmithing Materials with her.

“Luo Fan, I’m doing very well at the Dragon Pavilion Guild and have no plans to go anywhere else.”

Gu Yu quietly started her phone's recording.

Luo Fan swirled his red wine glass, disdainfully saying, “The Dragon Pavilion Guild is decent in Hongwu City, but within the scope of Jiuzhou, it’s not even worth mentioning.”

At this point, he spread his arms, smugly saying, “The Yansheng Division where I am is a Legion-level Guild; any battle group we pull out is bigger than the Dragon Pavilion.”

“What does that have to do with me?” Gu Yu retorted.

Luo Fan chuckled lightly: “You’ve forged Orange-grade equipment. With that skill, you can definitely join the Yansheng Division.”

“Sorry, I don’t want to go.”

Gu Yu flatly refused.

She knew Luo Fan was referring to the Goddess’s Tear item.

Being able to forge Orange-grade equipment indeed made her a top-tier Blacksmith.

But Gu Yu also knew in her heart—

Without Qin Yang’s support and trust, she wouldn’t even see the Materials for Orange-grade items.

How could she achieve success and then turn around and forget these favors?

Seeing his rejection, a hint of anger flashed in Luo Fan’s eyes.

But he quickly hid it, feigning gentleness: “Gu Yu, people always have to move upwards. Don’t you want to see a broader world with me?”

“With you?” Gu Yu frowned.

Luo Fan swirled his red wine glass, revealing a charmingly evil smile.

“Gu Yu, I know your feelings for me. I am now a battle group commander in the Yansheng Division. As long as you follow me, I guarantee you’ll have a much broader future.”

Hearing this, Gu Yu almost had a heart attack.

My feelings for you? This person… is too disgusting, isn't he?

What exactly did Luo Fan go through? How did he become so greasy?

Gu Yu suppressed the urge to get up and leave, giving her classmate one last bit of Face, saying, “Luo Fan, we’re just classmates. It’s fine to meet occasionally, but don’t complicate the relationship too much.”

“You…”

Being publicly humiliated, Luo Fan was both ashamed and angry.

He took several deep breaths before stabilizing his emotions.

Then he sighed, saying, “Did the Dragon Pavilion Guild give you a big empty promise? You don’t want such a good opportunity when it’s right in front of you?”

Gu Yu said with a cold Face, “The Dragon Pavilion Guild only talks with money, and you… my classmate, you are the one giving me a big empty promise.”

“Fine! Fine! Fine!”

Luo Fan said “fine” three times in a row.

He finally couldn't suppress the emotions in his heart.

He put on a mocking expression and said, “Gu Yu, you're defending the Dragon Pavilion Guild so much, could it be that you have some relationship with Qin Yang? I heard that after Qin Yang took over the Guild’s business, your position rose very quickly.”

As he spoke, he glanced at Gu Yu’s ample bust.

Splash!

Red wine splattered, pouring all over Luo Fan's Face.

“You!”

Luo Fan wiped his Face, looking at Gu Yu, bewildered and angry.

But he saw a Face with a wheat-colored complexion, yet as cold as ice.

Gu Yu stared at Luo Fan for two seconds, then spoke blankly, “Luo Fan, you disgust me.”

“Damn it!”

Luo Fan slammed the table, wanting to lose his temper.

Gu Yu was utterly fearless, warning, “I am the Dragon Pavilion’s Chief Blacksmith. If you want to die, try to lay a hand on me!”

With that, she slung her bag over her shoulder and walked out.

Luo Fan stood in place, feeling the strange gazes around him, only feeling dizzy.

Since he rose to fame, he had never suffered such humiliation.

The unfortunate thing was that he had no Foundation in Hongwu City. Let alone venting his anger on Gu Yu, he didn't even have the courage to flip the table.

Moreover, he had come with a mission from the Yansheng Division and couldn't cause further complications.

He took a long, deep breath to calm himself down, then shouted at the waiter, “Bill!”

The waiter immediately came forward with the bill: “Hello, 1,563,000 Crystal Coin.”

“What the heck! Are you a shady business?” Luo Fan’s eyes widened.

The waiter said awkwardly, “Sir, the bottle of red wine you ordered is Hongwu Zhenzang, 1,550,000 Crystal Coin.”

“Good heavens, and I even poured a big glass of it on her…”

Luo Fan felt his temples throbbing and said, “Pack the wine for me.”