Watching Yan Pingsheng walk away, Wen Qinyin walked over to Yi Wangyou, who was slashing at the water plants by the lakeside with a wooden sword. Resting her hands on her knees, she called out in a soft, gentle voice, “Junior Brother Yi, Junior Brother Yi...”
Zhuang Xun didn't reply, continuing to swing the wooden sword. It had originally been a straight tree branch, but Yi Xiaoxiang had carved it into a wooden sword for Yi Wangyou to play with.
He gave Wen Qinyin the cold shoulder for a moment, waiting until she began to feel awkward before saying, “I'm hungry.”
“Oh? What would you like to eat, Junior Brother Yi? I'll take you to the dining hall.”
“I'm not eating food from the dining hall.” Zhuang Xun pointed at her rudely. “You, go cook two dishes for me, the Little Overlord, and then bring me two hundred taels of silver.”
He extended his small hand without any politeness.
“Ah? I don't have that much on me right now.”
Wen Qinyin tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and reached out to hold Yi Wangyou's hand. “You want to eat my cooking? Sure! Come with me to my place, and I'll cook for you.”
“I'm not going.” Zhuang Xun took a cautious step back. “Go back and cook it, then bring it to me, the Little Overlord.”
“But... Junior Brother Yan asked me to take good care of you.” Wen Qinyin looked troubled, then tried to tempt him. “I have tons of delicious treats at my place. If you come with me, I'll give them to you.”
Do you have a cat that can do backflips or something? Why are you trying so hard to get me to your place?
Zhuang Xun frowned. “Why do you talk so much! Cook it or don't, the Little Overlord is leaving.”
Wen Qinyin quickly coaxed him, “Alright, alright. You play here, and I'll go back and cook for you right away. Stay here and don't run off, okay?”
“Depends on my mood.”
Stinky brat! Wen Qinyin cursed inwardly, but she maintained a gentle expression. She promised she would be quick, then ran to the dining hall. She had the kitchen staff whip up two dishes that kids liked, and then rushed back.
However, Yi Wangyou was nowhere to be seen.
Startled, she carried the food container and asked around along the way. Finally, before sunset, she found Yi Wangyou on a swing in a small garden.
Wen Qinyin took a deep breath, adjusted her hairpins and clothes which had become slightly messy from running, and walked over with an expression that was gentle yet mixed with concern and mild reproach.
“Junior Brother Yi, why are you here? Didn't I tell you to wait for me? Do you have any idea how worried I was?”
“I, the Little Overlord, go wherever I want. Mind your own business.”
“You!”
“Aya, you dare glare at me? Take my Little Overlord Flying Kick!” Zhuang Xun swung high on the swing and launched a kick at Wen Qinyin.
Wen Qinyin hastily retreated, and Zhuang Xun seized the opportunity to jump off the swing and run out of the garden.
Wen Qinyin stood there with a pale face. But when she remembered that Yi Wangyou had casually gifted Yan Pingsheng an Alligator Flower worth ten thousand gold, she took a deep breath, suppressed her anger, and chased after him.
“I'm sorry, Junior Brother Yi! I shouldn't have glared at you! It's all my fault! I've prepared the food for you, so please forgive me!”
Hearing this, Zhuang Xun stopped and looked suspiciously at the food container Wen Qinyin was carrying.
“I don't eat cold food.”
“It's not cold, it's not cold! It's still warm.”
“I won't eat it if it's spilled either.”
Wen Qinyin's breath hitched. She forced a smile and said, “It's not spilled. I carried it very carefully. Come, have a bite. Don't go hungry. Do you want me to feed you?”
Hearing this, Zhuang Xun walked over, took the spoon she offered, and scooped up a bit of the soft egg custard.
Just as he was about to put it in his mouth, he suddenly stopped and threw the spoon back into the container.
“No way, no way! You didn't actually think I'd eat this, did you? This is obviously from the dining hall! Do you think I, the Little Overlord, am stupid? Eat it yourself!”
“Bleh!” He pulled down his lower eyelid and stuck out his tongue, making a face.
The expectation on Wen Qinyin's face froze.
She watched Yi Wangyou vanish in the blink of an eye. Her fingers tightened involuntarily, snapping the handle of the food container. It crashed to the ground, spilling the dishes everywhere.
You dead brat!
Wen Qinyin gnashed her teeth and stomped her foot hard on the ground.
Just you wait. Let's see how I play you like a fiddle and squeeze you dry in the future!
When the time comes, if the money you fork out doesn't satisfy me, I won't give you a single good look!
After fantasizing for a moment about Yi Wangyou groveling at her feet, her mood improved considerably.
Phew... Patience, patience. Once I coax that brat and swindle enough resources to cultivate to the Sixth Rank, I can use Li Zhong—who's completely infatuated with me—to get assigned to patrol duty outside the side cliff where Senior Brother Bai is. Then I can see Senior Brother Bai often.
Then, I'll stage some accidents to make Senior Brother Bai fall in love with me. I'll become the Chief Disciple's wife, and then...
As Wen Qinyin fantasized about various scandalous scenarios, her face flushed red, and she squeezed her legs together.
Ever since she saw Bai Yujing at the apprenticeship ceremony six months ago, Wen Qinyin had been utterly obsessed with him, fantasizing about him late every night.
“How dare you waste food! I, the Little Overlord, am going to tell Master on you!”
“Huh?!” Startled, Wen Qinyin looked around in panic and saw Yi Wangyou hiding under a tree in the distance. Just as she was about to give chase, he vanished once again.
Curse you, brat! Just you wait!
Once I become the Chief Disciple's wife, I'll teach you a lesson!
Wen Qinyin viciously fantasized about how she would make life difficult for Yi Wangyou in the future.
Wait... Although that brat has a terrible personality, he is pretty good-looking... She licked her lips and shifted the contents of her fantasy.
Now, Yi Wangyou's fate in her mind became incredibly tragic.
...
——Character Creation Panel——
[Character One: Yan Pingsheng]
[Age: 16]
[Realm: Ninth Rank]
[Skeletal Structure: 60 (Above-Average Skeletal Structure) — Posuo Sword (70)]
[Comprehension: 54.7 (Average Comprehension)]
[Charm: 60 (Above Average)]
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“Precious herbs truly are miraculous.”
Inside Yan Pingsheng's courtyard, Zhuang Xun looked at the Character Creation Panel and sighed with emotion.
A single precious herb, the Alligator Flower, had directly increased Yan Pingsheng's Skeletal Structure by ten points.
Because the effect of the Alligator Flower was to align the consumer's constitution with the Posuo martial physique, he had broken through to the Ninth Rank in one fell swoop. Furthermore, his future cultivation speed for the Posuo Sword would be equivalent to a High-grade Skeletal Structure.
Now, Yan Pingsheng's talent was no weaker than that of the elders' personal disciples, and was close to that of the four Courtyard Heads' true disciples.
However, there was still some distance between him and the academy's Chief Disciple or the Posuo Courtyard's new true disciple.
Hehe, but those two are also me.
As for Charm, because Zhuang Xun had been putting Yan Pingsheng on a weight-loss regimen this past month, sculpting a great physique, it had improved.
The Character Creation Panel's assessment of Charm included looks and physique but excluded temperament—otherwise, with his melancholic temperament, the Charm of each of his clones would surely go off the charts. (Facepalm)
Although the current Yan Pingsheng still had an ordinary face, his physique was exceptionally burly and formidable.
Standing at 186 centimeters tall with a small face and a nine-head-tall proportion, his shoulders were wide enough to race horses, his arms were thicker than an ordinary person's thighs, and he had a narrow waist and thick, powerful legs.
If one covered his kind, friendly face, the first impression he gave would be that of a bloodthirsty bandit chief.
“Comparing this to the panel from seven months ago, this incremental improvement really gives a sense of achievement. But since Yan Pingsheng is already over 1.8 meters tall at sixteen, he should be able to reach two meters by eighteen.”
Zhuang Xun looked forward to it. He had always wanted to play Yan Pingsheng as a muscle-bound hunk, and now he had finally trained him into one!
In truth, as three bodies created from the exact same flesh and blood, aside from the initial physical shapes and appearances he had customized, their height growth rates should have been about the same.
However, because Yan Pingsheng's cultivation efficiency was low, his body grew more in terms of bulk;
on the other hand, Bai Yujing's cultivation efficiency was high, so his body grew more in terms of density. His current height was 1.76 meters, and he would likely exceed 1.8 meters upon reaching adulthood.
As for Yi Wangyou, he was in the same situation as Bai Yujing, but since Zhuang Xun had set his initial height to be very short, he would probably only reach around 1.7 meters in adulthood.
“It's all because my genes are good enough.”
When Zhuang Xun first crossed over, the Character Creation Panel already had a few points.
He figured his body from his previous life must have been recycled and converted by the Character Creation Panel, which was why all his clones were created from his own flesh and blood, sharing no differences with his original body.
Zhuang Xun subconsciously ignored the fact that the initial Skeletal Structure and Comprehension on the Character Creation Panel were both fifty, which was likely because his original body's stats for those two attributes were only fifty.
“Ah! Die, die, die! All of you, go to hell!”
“Holy crap.”
Startled by the sudden commotion, Zhuang Xun walked over, propped his hands on the courtyard wall, and looked toward the source of the sound.
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