508: Chapter 508 No matter how good your acting is, I've read the script!

Lin Wan felt her heart stir slightly under Su Chen's scrutinizing gaze.

She could feel that this Youth in White Robes looked at her differently from the others.

There was no awe, no curiosity.

And certainly none of the hunger those foul men showed when they saw her, as if they wanted to weld their eyes onto her body.

That gaze was very flat, as flat as looking at a worthless stone by the side of the road.

Yet, beneath that flatness, there was something indistinct and inexplicable hidden.

It made Lin Wan's intuition tighten slightly.

It was as if an invisible gaze was fixed on the back of her head.

An illusion? It must be an illusion.

Lin Wan reached a conclusion in her heart.

How could a rookie who had just ascended from the Lower Realm and hadn't even fully grasped the Laws of the Immortal Realm have such a gaze?

She was probably just too tense these past few days, and her suspicion was creating ghosts in the dark.

She suppressed that inexplicable sense of strangeness, and the smile on her face grew even deeper.

Her dimples were deep and her eyes were watery, like a white lotus flower just touched by dew, so pure that one could find no fault in her.

She gently opened the food box on the table.

With a "click," the lid was lifted.

A refreshing scent of spiritual fruit instantly burst forth throughout the private room.

The pastries were crafted to the peak of refinement.

Each piece was the size of a palm and shaped like a petal, with a faint immortal light swirling on the surface; just one look made one feel completely refreshed.

"These are Hundred Flower Cakes, made with my hometown's unique technique,"

she said in a soft, gentle voice as her slender fingers pushed the food box toward the center of the table.

"Dozens of types of spiritual fruits were used as ingredients. They have some modest effect on stabilizing one's Realm after just ascending."

At this point, she slightly lowered her eyelashes, her voice tinged with a perfectly measured amount of unease.

"I heard that Young Master Su and your companions also ascended not long ago... I have just arrived in Peng City and am unfamiliar with the place, so I am truly terrified in my heart."

"If possible, I would like to join you and your companions."

She looked up, her large, watery eyes filled with confusion about the future and reliance on the strong.

"Since we are all fellow ascenders, we can look out for one another."

"I wonder... what the Young Master thinks?"

Her words were airtight, her tone sincere and earnest.

Her expression was impeccable. If someone were to magnify her face a hundred times at this moment, they would find no trace of affectation.

This performance—it was textbook level.

Even the monk, Monk Jiese, who always prided himself on "seeing through the Mortal World," couldn't help but press his palms together and whisper a sentence.

"amitabha, this female benefactor truly seems like a kind person."

Hua Yingxue went straight to Lin Wan's side, taking her hand and turning to shout at Su Chen.

"Yeah, yeah, Young Master Su! Sister Lin Wan is all alone; let's let her join us!"

Qian Duoduo's eyes darted back and forth between the pastries and Lin Wan, the drool at the corner of his mouth nearly spilling over.

"Boss, more people means more strength! Besides, she even brought a meeting gift!"

As he spoke, his hand reached toward the plate of Hundred Flower Cakes.

Hua Nongying tapped the back of his hand with her peach blossom fan with a "thwack."

Qian Duoduo let out an "ow" and pulled back aggrievedly.

In the entire room, except for Jian Buping who was expressionlessly wiping his sword, and Yue Qinghan and Mei Xinnu who were sitting quietly in the corner, almost everyone was completely taken in by Lin Wan's "sincerity."

The atmosphere was peaceful. Everyone was waiting for Su Chen to nod.

However, Su Chen, the focus of everyone's attention, acted as if he hadn't heard anything.

He slowly picked up the teacup beside him, blew on the foam on the surface, and took a light sip.

The tea went down his throat. He set the cup down.

Then, under Lin Wan's expectant, shimmering gaze, he spoke in an extremely punchable, lazy, and even slightly disdainful tone.

"I'm sorry, Miss Lin, but our group is full."

The words were light, like a small stone being tossed out.

But when they hit the private room, the effect was like throwing a grenade.

"Skritch—"

The smile on Hua Yingxue's face seemed to have been hit by a pause button.

Qian Duoduo's hand, stretched out mid-air, froze there. He couldn't move forward or back.

The "goodness, goodness" in Monk Jiese's mouth got stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down, as if he had swallowed a date pit.

Everyone looked at Su Chen with the same expression: "What are you acting like?"

Rejected? He... just rejected her so cleanly?!

A girl who looked like that, who was gentle to the bone, and who had even offered herself up—Boss, you didn't even bat an eye before telling her "we're full"??

Are you even a man?!

The smile on Lin Wan's face froze for a split second.

It really was just a flash.

So short that no one else present noticed.

But that sweet dimple did indeed stiffen for a tenth of a second.

She had imagined many possibilities.

Su Chen might be wary, he might question her background, he might test her motives, or he might even set harsh conditions to make things difficult for her.

She had planned responses for all of those.

But she never expected this man to use such an almost "rude" manner.

Direct and blunt, a flat refusal.

He didn't even bother to make up a decent excuse. Full?

You're just a group of Loose Cultivators who just ascended; what right do you have to say you're "full"?

"And..."

Su Chen felt that one stab wasn't enough and slowly added another blow.

"I'm the type who's a bit shy around strangers."