509: Chapter 509 A God-Level Straight Man's Speech! The Fairy of a Hundred Flowers Defeats!

Su Chen finished speaking.

He acted as if he had completed a trivial task even less significant than drinking water.

Lowering his head, he continued flipping through his diary.

His eyelids didn't lift even a millimeter toward Lin Wan's direction again.

"Pfft—"

Qian Duoduo almost spat out a mouthful of tea.

Shy around strangers?!

Boss, you're telling me you're shy around strangers??

A beautiful girl comes to the door to give a gift, and you tell me you're shy around strangers?!

This perfunctory excuse is way too outrageous!

Even with his IQ, he could tell this was a way of driving someone away.

This wasn't being shy; this was clearly saying— "Get lost."

It was just said a bit more civilly.

Deep in Lin Wan's eyes, an extremely subtle shadow of gloom flickered by, gone in an instant.

It was so fast that even she didn't realize it.

But in the next second, the smile on her Face returned to being flawless.

It was even a few degrees softer than before.

She acted as if she hadn't heard the blatant perfunctoriness and disdain in Su Chen's words at all, still smiling gently and elegantly.

Taking a half-step back, she lowered her head slightly, adopting an even humbler posture.

"It was this young woman's abruptness that has made things difficult for the Young Master."

"But it doesn't matter. Even if the deal isn't made, the goodwill remains."

"Even if we cannot travel together, being able to meet the Young Master and the elder sisters is already a great honor for Lin Wan."

She lightly pushed the food box on the table with her fingertips.

"Please, everyone, you must accept these pastries."

She looked up.

Her eyes were full of smiles.

"Just consider it... making a friend."

Advancing by retreating, lowering her posture to the dust—she had used this move for over three thousand years and had never failed.

No matter how cold or hard the target was, as long as she took a step back and lowered herself, the other party, out of concern for Face and social obligation, would always give her a way out.

That's just how the world is.

The more weak, harmless, and selfless you appear, the more embarrassed they feel to refuse.

Because the cost of malice required to reject a smilingly offered kindness is too high.

Most people cannot afford that price.

She didn't believe it.

She had already gone this far.

Could this Su Chen really have the thick skin to refuse a second time?

However, Su Chen's next words...

...once again broke through the lower limit of her life experience and cognition.

"Forget about being friends."

Su Chen didn't even look up.

His voice still had that lazy, half-dead tone.

"If you want to find people to travel with, there's a bulletin board by the entrance of the lobby downstairs."

"There are many posts there for teams going into the mountains to hunt, as well as recruitment for guards."

"You can go take a look there."

He flipped a page of his diary and then added four more words.

They were light, as if dismissing a beggar.

"Good luck to you."

"..."

"..."

"..."

Inside the private room...

...there was a deathly silence.

If the first rejection was unexpected...

...then this second one...

...was like grinding her Face into the ground.

In front of so many people, she had already taken a step back.

Not only did you not accept it, but you also gave her another push back.

"Forget about being friends"—these five words were even harsher than "Get lost."

"Get lost" is at least an emotional outburst.

This sentence was a calm, polite, and smiling 'I don't even want to be friends with you.'

Hua Yingxue's mouth opened into a perfect circle.

She turned her head to look at Lin Wan, then turned back to look at Su Chen.

She looked back and forth three times.

Only one thought remained in her mind: Is this man made of stone?

Qian Duoduo quietly withdrew his hand that was reaching for the pastries.

He suddenly felt that it was better not to touch these pastries.

Although they smelled truly fragrant, the boss's reaction... no matter how you looked at it, it seemed like there was something wrong with this stuff.

The monk Monk Jiese opened his mouth, wanting to say something to smooth things over, but he saw Su Chen's expression of "if you say one more word, I'll kick you out too."

He closed his mouth again and silently chanted 'amitabha' three times, treating it as a way to calm his nerves.

Lin Wan's flawless smiling Face...

...finally, a crack appeared.

The corners of her mouth were twitching uncontrollably.

The movement was very small.

So small that only she could feel it.

But the surge of emotion rising from deep within her chest was real and couldn't fool anyone.

She had lived for three thousand two hundred years.

She had cultivated her shrewdness for three thousand two hundred years.

She had experienced countless intrigues and deceptions.

Yet never, not once, had she been struck back so decisively, twice in a row, without a single shred of leeway, in front of so many people!

The first time, she could treat it as the other party having a peculiar personality.

The second time, she had already lowered her posture as far as it could go.

Not only did he not accept it, but he also told her to go look at the bulletin board?!

The bulletin board?!!

Who is that for?

It's for those wild Loose Cultivators who don't even have the qualifications to join a team!

He was telling her: You are not worthy of sitting at the same table as us.

Lin Wan's fingernails silently dug into her palms.

Her mind was racing. What on earth was this man thinking?

Could he not see that she was showing him favor?

It was impossible not to see it.

Her rhetoric, expressions, and body language—every detail was precisely calculated. Let alone a rookie who had just achieved Ascension, even an old fox who had seen everything would never be indifferent.

Then there were only two possibilities.

Either—he really was an idiot with a hole in his brain who didn't understand romance.

Or—Lin Wan's pupils constricted imperceptibly.

He was guarding against something.

He knew something.

This thought existed in her mind for only an instant before she dismissed it herself.

Impossible.

Someone who had just achieved Ascension from the Lower Realm couldn't possibly know anything about the Xuantian Immortal Sect.

Her disguise was impeccable.

Cultivation, aura, clothing, speech, and even her walking pace were all strictly controlled within the range of what a 'Quasi-Emperor Realm Loose Cultivator' should have.

There couldn't be any flaws here.

Then there was only one explanation left.

This Su Chen was just an extremely eccentric, socially inept bastard who made people want to slap him to death!!!!!

Lin Wan took a deep breath in her heart.

She swallowed the sinister gloom that was almost breaking through her Face, bit by bit.

She lifted her head again, her smile still gentle, her dimples still sweet.

It was as if those two loud slaps just now were merely a spring breeze, not worth her even knitting her brows.

"Then I shall not disturb the Young Master further."

She curtsied, her tone as soft as a pool of spring water.

"The pastries will be left here; everyone can eat them whenever they like."

"This young woman takes her leave."

She turned around.

Her pace was neither fast nor slow.

Her skirt swayed gently as she walked out of the private room cleanly and decisively.

The door...

...closed quietly behind her.