{Next Day Evening}
Two men walked down the dimly lit street, their faces half-covered by thin veils. The night air was cool, carrying the faint scent of wine, roasted meat, and sweet perfume. Lanterns swayed gently overhead, casting soft light over the lively streets of Jiangyu City.
One of them was staring at every passing maiden like a hungry hawk searching for its prey — and it was none other than Xu Yuan.
Beside him, Wu Jian walked silently, occasionally glancing at his companion. When he saw Yuan's eyes shamelessly trailing after every beauty that crossed their path, he sighed heavily.
'I didn't expect him to turn even more perverted than before…' Wu Jian muttered under his breath.
But Yuan wasn't just ogling for pleasure. After reading those books, his curiosity about rare physiques had reached a dangerous peak. He scanned every person they passed, his gaze sharp like a blade, searching for even the faintest trace of a special physique.
'Extreme Yin Physique… Pure Yin Body… even a minor Nine Yin will do' Yuan thought eagerly.
He even secretly inspect a few maidens of the Xu Family earlier, but to his disappointment, none of them possessed anything special. Some had even shot him looks of disgust when they caught him staring too long.
That's when Wu Jian came his clever, shameless brain hatched a plan tonight, at Seven Perfumes Hall, where beauties from all corners of the city gathered, he could observe as much as he wanted without raising a single suspicion.
As they strolled through the bustling street, Yuan suddenly remembered something 'Wait a minute… I haven't checked his stats yet'
A grin crept across his face as he casually glanced at Wu Jian.
[Analyzing…]
Name: Wu Jian
Age: 17
Cultivation: 9th Stage of Qi Refining
Info: A peerless genius among his generation. Honest and loyal to a fault. Handsome enough to make every lady in the city swoon — and he's rejected them all. Though his reputation isn't exactly bright, thanks to working under a foolish master, his talent leaves everyone speechless. Despite do not to like you one bit, he still sticks around, saving your skin and doing your dirty work. A childhood friend through and through. He an innocent man, who somehow always ends up cleaning up your messes without even realizing it.
Note: The system reflects the present host's personality. If it feels arrogant, well… look in a mirror sometime.
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'Tsk… what's with that note?' Yuan muttered, squinting at the last line of the prompt. His face darkened even more when his eyes slid back to Wu Jian's info.
'What? He rejected them all?' Yuan felt a burst of irritation 'Hmph, whatever'
In truth, Wu Jian could be called Yuan's sword. Not the elegant, noble kind either — but a blunt weapon, swinging around beating people senseless whenever Yuan pointed a finger.
When they were little, Yuan would always stand behind him, hands in his pockets, whistling a little tune while saying:
"Oi!, Wu Jian… see that kid? He looked at me. Go fix his face"
And Wu Jian would oblige, his fists speaking louder than any elder's lecture. Children flee, tears in their eyes, wailing for their mothers while Yuan laugh himself breathless, for an hour, "Hahaha!" on which Wu Jian would only give sigh shaking his head.
.....
"Master, we've arrived," Wu Jian said, his voice calm. Yuan blinked, snapping out of his thoughts. As his gaze lifted a grand hall stood in front of him. Red lanterns swayed at the entrance, casting soft light on faces and swaying hips. Inside, the music of strings and flutes drifted through the air. The fragrance of wine and perfume could be caught from outside.
As Yuan and Wu Jian stepped inside, a lady approached them. She had long hair, cascading down her back like a silken waterfall. Lips the color of ripe red cherries curled into a smile. A tight-fitting red silk dress clung to her, twin peaks pressing softly against the fabric, enough to make a man forget heaven itself. Her pale thighs showed with every step she took.
"Welcome, honored guests," she said, her voice smooth as fine wine.
They followed the woman, but somehow Yuan's eyes were only trying followed the swing her twin peaks.
The woman led them deeper into the hall. Soft music floated in the air, dancers spinning like petals in the wind. They reached an empty table and sat down.
A servant arrived, carrying a tray of fine wine, pouring it into delicate jade cups.
"Please, esteemed guests"
Without hesitation, Wu Jian raised his cup and downed it in one gulp. The warmth of strong liquor spread through his chest.
Yuan, however, barely touched his cup. He was too busy staring at the boo— ahem, the ladies.
His sharp eyes flicked from one beauty to the next, studying, searching. A quiet, predatory gleam hid behind his calm gaze. Every dancer, every smiling maiden — he scanned them all, hoping to catch the sight of a rare physique.
Beside him, Wu Jian noticed. Between sips of wine and stolen glances at the dancers, he saw Yuan's gaze moving like a hawk's, trailing after every beauty. Wu Jian sighed heavily.
Just then, a bold, flirtatious woman approached. Her hips swayed like waves, her smile full of mischief. She reached out with a slender, white finger and traced it lightly along Yuan's cheek.
"Mmm… such a handsome young master," she cooed, her voice soft as silk.
But instead of grinning or leering, Yuan was met with two soft, ample mounds right before his face. His face flushed a deep red, his eyes darting away like a shy scholar caught peeking at his crush. He cleared his throat, ducking his head.
Wu Jian nearly spat out his wine 'What the hell? Is this new one of his tricks?'
His narrowed eyes, watching the awkward reaction. He had seen Yuan pull countless shameless stunts in places like this, stirring trouble and chasing beauties. And yet, here he was — blushing like a boy on his wedding night.