What the F—! Porcelain Bumping?

"Boom"

The sound of a boulder crashing echoed through the mountain forest, and several giant wolves with black-and-white fur resembling huskies fell to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust...

Watching the domineering (yet slender) figure ahead, Jiang Lin clicked his tongue. As expected of a Pure Martial Warrior at the Sixth Realm—that single punch was utterly overbearing.

He could only say it was a good thing Chen Jia was a man; otherwise, those little fists pounding your chest would have you coughing up liters of old blood.

"Little girl, are you alright?"

Crouching down, Chen Jia looked at the dazed girl beside him, who wanted to cry but was too scared to let out a sound.

Just moments ago, after hearing the girl's cries for help, Jiang Lin and Chen Jia had rushed to rescue her without a second thought.

But seeing Chen Jia's gentle demeanor, Jiang Lin snapped back to reality.

Something's off... aren't you from the Demon Sect? How are you purer than a Righteous Sect member...

"What's your name?"

Gently smoothing the little girl's soft hair, Chen Jia spoke in a low baritone voice, his stunning features paired with tender words...

"Nan... Nan Xiaoman..."

The little girl gradually calmed down, but her big, watery eyes looked like they might burst into tears at any moment.

By the moonlight, Jiang Lin carefully studied the little girl.

Though her torn clothes were covered in dust and her hair was a mess, she was undeniably cute—big, sparkling eyes, a slightly thin face with delicate features. If she wore a Gothic dress on the street, she'd definitely be a target for those weird uncles pulling out lollipops.

He had never seen this girl before, that was certain, but the question was, why did she feel so familiar?

"Little girl, where's your home?"

Crouching down, Jiang Lin squeezed out a fatherly smile.

"Xiaoman... Xiaoman has no home..." The little girl lowered her head, poking her fingers together.

"Then what about your parents, little girl?"

"Xiaoman's parents have already... already..."

As she spoke, she was on the verge of crying...

"Hey! Jiang Lin! What are you doing!"

Seeing the girl about to cry, Chen Jia raised his fist angrily, ready to swing at Jiang Lin...

"Brother Chen, wait a moment." Grabbing Chen Jia's small fist and gently lowering it, he pulled him aside and said quietly, "Brother Chen, what do you plan to do with this child?"

"What do I plan to do? Of course, keep her by my side. She's all alone—are we supposed to let her fend for herself?"

"..." Jiang Lin's brow twitched. "Brother Chen, we're the villains... we're from the Demon Sect. I think we should..."

Jiang Lin raised an eyebrow, giving Chen Jia a meaningful look.

"Jiang Lin!" Suddenly, Chen Jia jumped back and assumed a fighting stance. "If you dare touch her, I'll flatten your chest!"

"Wait, Brother Chen, you misunderstand. What I mean is, Brother Chen is obsessed with martial arts and lacks insight into people and situations.

Think about it, Brother Chen—in this desolate mountain forest, how did we just happen to run into this girl? And how did this frail little girl manage to hold out until we arrived? Plus, she conveniently has no parents and no home."

"What are you saying?"

Chen Jia also sensed something was off, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"I'm worried this girl might be from the Demon Sect, the kind that specializes in causing trouble."

Chen Jia: "Brother Jiang, have you forgotten? We're the ones from the Demon Sect..."

"..."

Jiang Lin felt like cursing. Even as a Demon Sect member, you're still this compassionate.

"What I mean is, if this girl has some scheme, Brother Chen, with your single-minded focus on martial arts, you'd be at a disadvantage. Please let me take care of her. Once we reach the town at the foot of Black Tortoise Mountain, we'll find her a good family."

Chen Jia stroked his chin and finally nodded: "That's fine, but I have one question."

"Brother Chen, please ask."

"Brother Jiang, you're not one of those so-called... what do they call it... a lolicon, are you?"

"..."

Early the next morning, Jiang Lin and Chen Jia led Nan Xiaoman into Black Tortoise City at the foot of Black Tortoise Mountain.

As the satellite town hosting this Sect Grand Tournament, Black Tortoise City was already bustling with people, various sects parading in their uniforms in orderly lines.

It had to be said, cultivators generally weren't bad-looking—handsome men and beautiful women were everywhere.

On Jiang Lin's suggestion, the trio first checked into an inn, or they'd have no guest rooms left.

After Jiang Lin gave a series of instructions, Chen Jia stayed at the inn with Xiaoman while Jiang Lin said he'd go out to restock supplies.

But when Jiang Lin returned and pulled three sets of women's clothing, along with various cosmetics and female accessories, out of his Storage Ring...

Chen Jia and Xiaoman stared at him like he was some kind of pervert.

"Cough, cough... When you're out and about, disguise is extremely important. Come on, let's change quickly."

Chen Jia had been strongly opposed to women's clothing in his heart, feeling it was an insult to his true man identity. But after Jiang Lin's string of persuasive talk and leading by example, he put on the women's clothes and even applied several layers of rouge. Chen Jia felt deeply conflicted inside, thinking he really shouldn't be so hung up on trivial details. Besides... these clothes really were quite pretty...

The only thing that bothered Jiang Lin was, Xiao Man was one thing, but why did Chen Jia have to go back to his own room to change? What was there to be shy about? Let me take a look, how nice would that be...

Wait, could Chen Jia actually be a girl?

With a hint of excited anticipation, Jiang Lin waited outside Chen Jia and Xiao Man's room. When they came out, Jiang Lin's eyes immediately lit up. Just by changing clothes, Xiao Man felt like a little girl from a scholarly family—cute and pure. Chen Jia was even more ethereally beautiful, with simple hair ornaments, a tasseled gauze long skirt, and a pair of embroidered shoes. Though it was all legs below the neck, it was truly stunning!

But...

Looking at Chen Jia's flat as a board chest, Jiang Lin felt very conflicted... Jiang Lin felt his own pectoral muscles were bigger than that...

To make it more realistic, Jiang Lin handed Chen Jia the two steamed buns he'd just bought, still warm.

"I'm not hungry."

Jiang Lin rolled his eyes at Chen Jia. "I'm not hungry either."

Then Jiang Lin stuffed the buns into his own chest. Seeing this, Chen Jia was stunned for a moment, then his fair, pretty face instantly flushed red. With a "bang," before Jiang Lin could react, he was sent flying straight downstairs...

After the three of them had lunch together, Jiang Lin, still uneasy about Xiao Man's identity, wanted to take her to gather information. Chen Jia, suspecting Jiang Lin was a lolicon, followed along. Walking down the street, just as Jiang Lin was about to use the secret art "You're So Flirtatious" to gather intel with his charm, a man at the other end of the street lightly bumped shoulders with someone, then instantly flew three meters away, fell to the ground, and spat blood...

"What the hell! Porcelain bumping?"

[Thanks for the recommendation from Xiao Xing~~~ I'll treat him to milk tea tonight (funny). New writer, new book, please give me your support, and please be understanding... Starting tomorrow or the day after, two updates a day...]