If You Call Me Fat Again, I Really Can't Take It

“New disciples who have just entered the Inner Court can still collect free resources in their first year?!”

“Huh? Didn't Senior Sister Wen tell you?”

“No! After she led us out of the Posuo Courtyard, she just ignored us. If we asked even a single question, a clear look of annoyance would appear on her face. If you hadn't told us, Senior Brother Yan, Qing'er and I still wouldn't know about this...”

In a waterside pavilion at the Yueling Water Pavilion, Xu Ziyi was venting her grievances to Yan Pingsheng, complaining about Wen Qinyin.

Zhuang Xun said gently, “It's fine. In the future, whenever Senior Brother Han shares any news with us, I'll let you know.”

“Thank you, Senior Brother Yan. Otherwise, Qing'er and I wouldn't have known how much we're missing out on,” Xu Ziyi said gratefully.

She sighed in her heart once more. Senior Brother Yan was truly a nice person. It was a pity his looks were so average, otherwise, many girls would surely like him...

But precisely because of this, they could become good friends without any romantic complications.

Since Xu Ziyi herself was also very average-looking, she didn't think Yan Pingsheng would ever like her, believing their friendship was extremely pure.

“By the way, Senior Brother Yan, have you lost weight recently?” Xu Ziyi suddenly studied Yan Pingsheng closely.

“Is it that obvious? I really have lost quite a bit of weight recently.” Zhuang Xun stood up, generously showing off his physique to Xu Ziyi and Chen Qing'er.

“You really have. Your waist is noticeably slimmer,” Xu Ziyi laughed.

“Yes.” Chen Qing'er also nodded slightly, a smile playing at the corners of her eyes.

“Keep it up, Senior Brother Yan! Once you completely slim down, I'll introduce you to a couple of beautiful senior sisters,” Xu Ziyi laughed heartily.

Zhuang Xun only took it as a joke and smiled back. “Then I'll hold you to that, Senior Sister Xu.”

“Alright, leave it to me! I'll start scouting some out for you, Senior Brother Yan, as soon as I get back!”

As she spoke, Xu Ziyi was in high spirits, looking as if she wanted to leave right away to get to it.

Seeing that she seemed serious, Zhuang Xun didn't know whether to laugh or cry. “No need, no need, Senior Sister Xu. I was just joking with you. For now, I still want to focus my mind on martial arts.”

“Ah? Well, if you ever want to carry on your family line in the future, Senior Brother Yan, you can come to me. I know plenty of senior sisters and will definitely recommend the most gentle and virtuous one!”

“Brother Yan! So this is where you are! I've been looking for you forever. Let me tell you some big ne—”

Just then, Liu Ziyang and Wang Hou walked over from the opposite water corridor.

Liu Ziyang was shouting cheerfully, but upon seeing Xu Ziyi and Chen Qing'er sitting opposite Yan Pingsheng, his expression instantly turned hostile.

Xu Ziyi also frowned upon seeing him, completely ignoring his presence as she continued chatting with Yan Pingsheng as if he were thin air.

After a short while, she and Chen Qing'er stood up, smiled as they bid farewell to Yan Pingsheng, and left via the water corridor behind them.

Brother Yan is amazing, he can get along with anyone... Wang Hou watched this silently, muttering with envy in his heart.

“What's wrong, Brother Liu? What big news?” Zhuang Xun turned and asked.

“Brother Yan!” Liu Ziyang immediately beamed with joy again.

Sitting down opposite Yan Pingsheng, he said solemnly, “Brother Yan, did you know? Yu Wuyong became a Martial Artist this morning!”

“Oh,” Zhuang Xun nodded.

Calculating the time, a week had already passed since they were promoted to the Upper Two Courts, so it was about time someone became a Martial Artist.

“Brother Yan, you're not surprised?”

Zhuang Xun smiled. “Why should I be surprised that someone else became a Martial Artist?”

Liu Ziyang was taken aback, suddenly finding Yan Pingsheng incredibly admirable. He sighed, “If only I had your mindset, Brother Yan. When I heard about Yu Wuyong becoming a Martial Artist this morning, and then thought about how far away I still am from that rank, I couldn't help but feel incredibly anxious.”

Hearing this, Wang Hou, who was sitting silently nearby, also felt a wave of inexplicable anxiety wash over him.

Zhuang Xun comforted them, “Don't let other people's progress make you anxious. Compared to our fellow disciples who are still in the Outer Court, we've already come very far, haven't we? Besides, among the disciples promoted to the Inner Court in our batch, aren't there still many who haven't become Martial Artists yet?”

Hearing this, the anxiety in Wang Hou's heart eased considerably.

Liu Ziyang gave a bitter smile. “Brother Yan, actually, quite a few disciples from our batch have already become Martial Artists. Yu Xiao and Li Zigeng also became Martial Artists this morning.”

Hearing this, Wang Hou became anxious once again.

Zhuang Xun said, “Yu Xiao and Zigeng? They are cultivating mid-tier martial arts, which are less difficult than the Posuo Sword. Besides, their talent was already exceptional when they were in the Outer Court, so it's only natural they would be the first to become Martial Artists.”

Hearing this, Wang Hou breathed a sigh of relief again.

“Brother Yan, they becoming Martial Artists isn't even the main reason I'm anxious.”

Liu Ziyang said dejectedly, “The main thing is that I'm worried about being kicked out of the Posuo Courtyard in a month. Right now, I've only completed one-fifth of the martial physique shaping on my wrists, and achieving entry-level mastery in the Posuo Sword still feels light-years away.”

Hearing this, Wang Hou became anxious yet again. Thinking about how his progress was comparable to Liu Ziyang's, he feared he would also be kicked out of the Posuo Courtyard.

Zhuang Xun said, “I've only completed one-fourth myself. By your logic, I should be anxious too.”

Instead, Liu Ziyang comforted him, “Don't worry, Brother Yan, you'll definitely be able to stay. You completed a fourth of the shaping in just one week. With over three weeks left, you have more than enough time.”

Zhuang Xun sighed. “It's not that simple. The further along you go with martial physique shaping, the harder it gets, and the longer it takes. I'm afraid three weeks might not be enough.”

Hearing this, although Wang Hou was still anxious, he felt a slight sense of relief. He thought to himself that if worst came to worst, the three of them would just leave together. With others accompanying him, there was nothing to be afraid of.

Liu Ziyang scratched his head, racking his brain to comfort Yan Pingsheng:

“No way, Brother Yan. Let me break it down for you. Even if it gets harder later on, it won't be that much harder. There are still over three weeks left. As long as you practice a bit longer each day and maintain your current pace, you'll completely make it in time! Seriously!”

Hearing this, Wang Hou once again...

“Yo, you're all here. Perfect. Come with me. Tonight, your senior brother is going to take you out to see the world.”

Just then, Han Shaoliang strode over from the opposite water corridor, speaking in a playful tone.