510: Chapter 510 The Loli's Outrageous Statement: That older sister looks delicious!

After Lin Wan left.

The atmosphere in the Heaven-grade private room became somewhat subtle for a moment.

Hua Nongying was the first to snap out of it, using her peach blossom fan to give the still-dazed Hua Yingxue a light "thump" on the head.

"Alright, stop staring. She's already long gone."

Hua Yingxue clutched her head, her face full of grievance and confusion.

Hua Nongying, however, was in no hurry to comfort her disciple.

She turned to Su Chen, her fox-like eyes half-squinted with a hint of testing and curiosity.

"Young Master Su, why are you so... standoffish toward that Miss Lin?"

She weighed her words.

"Judging by her words and behavior, she doesn't seem like someone with malicious intent."

Hua Nongying had lived for over eight hundred years.

Although she usually seemed unreliable, with hormones practically oozing from every pore...

...a woman who could reach the position of Sect Master of Hehuan Sect possessed a mind far beyond that of her scatterbrained disciple.

Su Chen's merciless rejection earlier was simply too abnormal.

From what she knew of men, even if one didn't want to make friends, they wouldn't go so far as to use such a nearly crude method to treat a stunning beauty who took the initiative to show kindness.

Unless there was something about this beauty that made him wary.

Hearing Hua Nongying's words...

...Su Chen nearly spat a mouthful of tea all over her peach blossom fan.

No malice?

My dear Sect Master Hua.

Your ability to judge character is truly a perfect match for your eight-hundred-year history of being single since birth.

She practically has "I'm here to cause trouble" tattooed on her forehead, and you still think she's here to make friends?

The bullet comments in Su Chen's mind immediately took flight.

[Have you ever seen a kind person whose eyes look like two dried-up wells when they smile?]

[And look at those dimples—the smile is so standard, so sweet, it's like it was measured with a vernier caliper. Perfectly symmetrical, with an error of less than 0.1 millimeters.]

[I've been reading novels for eighteen years, sister! As soon as a character like this appears, I know exactly which chapter she'll turn evil, which chapter she'll make her move, and which chapter she'll be counter-killed!]

[A classic "poppy flower with a hidden blade" character archetype; the more harmless they look, the more vicious they are to the bone!]

[Not to mention that jade pendant on her waist... it's an inner sect token of the Xuantian Immortal Sect!]

[That's a demon's den that eats people and spits out the bones! A dark, evil organization involved in cross-planar human trafficking!]

[She comes to me to deliver pastries, and you're telling me she has no malice?]

[Would you believe that the Immortal Qi in her pastries was refined using the lives of Lower Realm Cultivators?!]

The bullet comments exploded in his head for three rounds.

But Su Chen's face remained unmoved; he didn't even twitch an eyebrow.

The matter of the Xuantian Immortal Sect was too significant.

It wasn't that he didn't trust his own people, but he feared that walls have ears.

If that woman had left some eavesdropping method nearby—something a Heavenly Immortal Rank expert could do as easily as playing—then they would all be exposed.

So, this matter had to stay buried in his gut.

At least, he couldn't say it now.

Su Chen thought for a moment.

He pointed to his eyes.

In an unfathomable tone, as if he had an entire intelligence agency backing him, he calmly uttered two words.

"Intuition."

He paused.

"My intuition tells me—that woman is very dangerous."

"Pfft—"

Qian Duoduo nearly spat out a mouthful of tea.

His face turned as red as pig liver as he desperately held back his laughter, his whole body shaking.

Intuition??

Boss, this reason is even more ridiculous than your "shy around strangers" one from earlier!!

If you said "I saw her facial features were unlucky," at least it would have some technical merit.

But you just go with "intuition"?

How is that any different from saying "I calculated it on my fingers"?!

Hua Nongying was also stunned for a moment.

She clearly hadn't expected such an answer.

The hand holding her peach blossom fan rotated half a circle as her fox-like eyes scanned Su Chen up and down twice.

Intuition?

A green youth who just ascended, judging a gentle woman he met for the first time as dangerous based solely on "intuition"?

If anyone else had said this, she would have found it laughable.

But the person saying this was Su Chen.

The Su Chen who spent three hundred thousand Immortal Stones on a single meal without batting an eye.

The trace of doubt in Hua Nongying's heart circled a few times before she inexplicably... believed him.

She believed him about sixty or seventy percent.

Perhaps this unfathomable Young Master Su truly had some methods she couldn't see through.

Su Chen did not continue the topic.

He sat up slightly from his lounge chair.

He looked around at everyone, and his expression changed.

It wasn't his usual, unchanging salted fish face.

He was serious.

Everyone saw it.

The lazy, "even if the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up" casualness on Su Chen's face was completely swept away at this moment.

Like a blade that usually stayed dormant in its scabbard, it silently revealed an inch of its sharp edge.

"From today onward."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word carried a weight that allowed for no negotiation.

"Everyone, stay far away from that woman named Lin Wan."

"No matter where she appears, act as if you haven't seen her."

He paused for half a beat.

"Just act as if you're mute."

"Do you hear me?"

Looking at his unprecedentedly serious expression, everyone's hearts tightened in unison.

The boss wasn't joking.

This was an order.

Although they didn't understand why...

Su Chen had never been this serious before.

"Understood!"

They replied in unison.

Even Monk Jiese, the chatterbox monk who wanted to preach Buddhist dharma to anyone he caught, nodded obediently.

Su Chen's gaze finally landed on a certain spot.

The corner.

Wang Baobao was still squatting there.

She was holding half a piece of Immortal Gold Ore in her arms, her cheeks bulging as she crunched away loudly.

Her entire being radiated four words—"Peaceful and quiet times."

Su Chen looked at her, his heart tightening.

He intentionally emphasized his tone, word by word.

"Especially Baobao."

"Qian Duoduo, keep a close eye on her. Don't let her out of your sight for even a single step."

"Absolutely do not let her get close to that woman."

"And even more importantly, she is not allowed to eat anything given by that woman."

Wang Baobao, who was focused on her meal, looked up blankly upon hearing her name.

Her large, dark eyes blinked.

A shiny bit of Ore debris was still stuck to the corner of her mouth.

She licked her lips and asked in a milky voice.

"Why, Boss?"

"That big sister looks..."

She tilted her head, her two pigtails swaying with the movement.

"...like she's very delicious."

"..."

"..."

"..."

The private room was silent for a full three seconds.

The corner of Su Chen's mouth twitched.

Hua Yingxue's expression froze.

The teacup in Qian Duoduo's hand hung in mid-air, caught in a dilemma.

Monk Monk Jiese's prayer beads stopped.

Jian Buping's hand wiping his sword paused for a beat.

Hua Nongying's peach blossom fan stopped mid-rotation.

Everyone looked at Wang Baobao with the same expression.

That look translated universally to: "Is this child's focus on a completely different frequency from normal people?"

Others were worried about being harmed.

She was worried about whether that person was tasty.

Su Chen took a deep breath, swallowing the retort that almost escaped his lips.

Other people's group-favorite loli: well-behaved, sensible, and loved by everyone.

His group-favorite loli: wants to taste everyone she meets.

Forget it.

There's no point arguing about dietary views with a child who has a Taotie Physique.

"In any case, remember what I said."

Su Chen leaned back into his lounge chair.

He opened his diary and added one last sentence listlessly.

"Whoever violates this will have their rations docked for a month."

Wang Baobao's expression changed instantly.

A moment ago, she was an oblivious, innocent fawn.

Now, her large eyes were wide and round, and her mouth was open in a perfect "O" shape.

It was as if she had heard the most terrifying curse of her life.

Dock rations?!

Wouldn't that be the death of her?!

She "whooshed" and hugged the Immortal Gold Ore in her arms tightly, like it was her last lifeline.

She nodded heavily.

"Understood, Boss!"

"Baobao definitely won't go near that big sister!"

"I definitely won't eat her things!"

Her tone was resolute.

Her attitude was arguably the best in the room.

Su Chen gave a satisfied "Mhm."

As expected.

To deal with a foodie, you have to start with the food.

This is called a precision strike.

...

On the other side.

In Lin Wan's room.

Bang!

The sound of the door closing was thirty percent heavier than usual.

Zhang Ningshuang finally exploded.

Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, she paced back and forth in the room.

"Junior Sister Lin! That guy surnamed Su is far too ungrateful!!"

Her voice cracked from anger.

"We went to make friends with him in good faith! Bringing pastries! Offering smiles! Being humble! What kind of bullshit attitude was that!"

"'Shy around strangers'? He told me he's shy around strangers??"

She slammed a fist onto the table.

Her immortal essence wasn't held back, and a crack immediately split across the tabletop.

"When I recover my true cultivation, I'll slap his head right into his chest cavity and see if he's still shy around strangers!"

Zhao Qingyi didn't join in the cursing.

She leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, her brows knitted into a knot.

After two breaths of silence, she looked toward the figure by the window.

"Junior Sister Lin." Her voice was very low.

"Direct contact won't work anymore. That white-robed Young Master's alertness is abnormally high."

She paused. "It's as if... he knew something in advance."

This sentence caused Zhang Ningshuang to quiet down as well.

Both of their gazes converged on Lin Wan at the same time.

Lin Wan stood by the window, her back to them.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window frame, casting her profile in half warm gold and half shadow.

She didn't respond, but slowly took out that jade box from her sleeve—the one containing the fragments of Lin Yu's soul tablet.

She placed it in her palm, her fingertip gently stroking the cold jade surface, over and over.

Like soothing a crying child to sleep.

"It won't work..."

Her voice was as light as if it had drifted from another world.

"Then we'll change our method."

She looked up.

Her gaze pierced through the window, passing over the pedestrians coming and going on the street.

It landed on the brightly lit Heaven-grade private room opposite them.

She couldn't see the people inside.

But she remembered.

She remembered the little girl squatting in the corner, clutching an Immortal Gold Ore and munching on it incessantly.

Wearing two pigtails.

Carved from pink jade.

Her large eyes were sparkling, as clean as freshly washed glass beads.

There was no defensiveness on her face.

Only a pure, nearly instinctive satisfaction regarding "eating."

That man's defense was cast from iron.

But even iron walls have cracks.

And that crack was the little girl who only knew how to eat.

"Among that group, there's always someone easy to target."

Lin Wan turned around, the setting sun spreading out behind her like a golden curtain.

She smiled.

Her dimples were sweet.

As sweet as the first peach blossom of spring.

As sweet as the big sister next door handing candy to a child.

So sweet that it was impossible to imagine that behind this smile was a beast that had lived for three thousand two hundred years, currently sharpening its claws.

"For example—"

She tilted her head.

Her voice was so soft it could drip honey.

"That little girl."

"She looks quite simple, doesn't she?"

Zhang Ningshuang and Zhao Qingyi simultaneously felt the temperature in the room drop by a degree.

It wasn't a fluctuation of immortal essence.

It was that smile.

Too sweet.

Coldly sweet.