What's Wrong with Girls Having a Little More Strength?

"Stop lying!"

Ye Yunxi stood up, looked down at Qian Renxue's face, and pointed, saying: "You say you won't use force, but how do you explain that perverted behavior of yours during the day???"

"Don't refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit; this Crown Prince has given you enough face!"

Qian Renxue's temper flared instantly. She grabbed Ye Yunxi's fair calf, causing Ye Yunxi to tumble onto the bed.

"Ouch, what are you doing!" Ye Yunxi rubbed her backside and complained.

"Who told you to point at me? This Crown Prince doesn't like it."

Qian Renxue let out a soft huff, kicked off her shoes, climbed onto the bed, and pulled the petite-bodied Ye Yunxi into her arms.

"Let go!" Ye Yunxi said with dissatisfaction.

"Don't speak. If you don't behave, you won't be leaving tomorrow!"

"You rogue!"

Qian Renxue chuckled, "Consider me a rogue then; in any case, this one likes that title."

At this moment, Qian Renxue's inner world was on the verge of collapse.

Qian Renxue, oh Qian Renxue, what exactly is wrong with you?

How could you be so moved by a woman? You are a woman yourself; could it be that you truly like women?

Carrying these questions, she passed the night in such a state. By the time daylight arrived, Qian Renxue had barely slept at all.

Ye Yunxi slept quite comfortably. She broke free from Qian Renxue's embrace, went to the vanity, combed her long, dark hair, donned her veil, and left the room.

Although she found it annoying, the past few years had already become memories that could not be erased.

"Tsk, leaving so quickly? Am I that detestable?"

Qian Renxue sat on the edge of the bed, watching Ye Yunxi skip away.

On the other side, Ye Yunxi had changed her attire, deliberately dressing herself to be less eye-catching. With the veil on her face, she hoped to avoid unnecessary attention, yet she remained the focal point of the streets and alleys.

As someone with social anxiety, this was something she couldn't accept at all.

Ahead, a lively voice suddenly grabbed her attention.

A man with bulging muscles held a microphone and shouted: "Everyone, today is the strongman competition! Whoever can take the crown will receive a reward of three hundred Gold Soul Coins. This prize is sponsored by the Imperial Palace, so don't worry, we won't welch on the debt!"

As soon as he finished, many people stepped up one after another. They were mostly Soul Grand Masters, lifting weights ranging from several dozen to several hundred jin.

It wasn't until a confident man with short golden hair, dressed in a suit-like outfit, stepped onto the stage that things changed.

"Let me give it a try!"

"Isn't that Dai Mubai?" Ye Yunxi's body stiffened. She hadn't expected to run into the Shrek Seven Devils here.

The other six, including Tang San, were watching.

"One thousand jin, very impressive!"

The strongman held the microphone and shouted.

Dai Mubai tossed his hair confidently, while Ma Hongjun and Oscar also lifted around nine hundred jin.

Finally, Tang San stepped onto the stage and lifted fifteen hundred jin.

"Fifteen hundred jin!" the strongman shouted.

Tang San set down the Soul Tool boulder that represented the weight.

The fifteen-hundred-jin boulder hit the ground, the dull thud causing the stone platform to tremble slightly.

The crowd below exploded instantly. Cheers and gasps rose one after another; everyone looked at Tang San with fervor and awe.

"Good! Truly worthy of being a leader among the younger generation!"

"Fifteen hundred jin, such strength is truly formidable!"

Dai Mubai froze in place, his golden pupils contracting sharply. The confidence at the corners of his mouth solidified completely. He felt his throat go dry, and it took a long while before he could squeeze out: "This kid, he's hidden his strength far too well."

Ma Hongjun clutched his stomach in shock, Oscar's sausage dropped to the ground, Ning Rongrong covered her cherry lips with eyes full of disbelief, and even the cold, sharp eyes of Zhu Zhuqing rippled with emotion.

Tang San nodded slightly, his expression indifferent. He brushed his fingertips over the thin calluses on his palms, his Purple Demon Eye sweeping across the crowd below. He remained calm and composed; such strength and temperament were enough to make everyone submit.

Just then, a slender figure stepped slowly onto the stone platform.

Ye Yunxi's face was covered by a light veil, revealing only a pair of moist, shimmering peach-blossom eyes. A plain-colored silk dress accentuated her graceful figure and snow-white skin. She looked so frail that it seemed a gust of wind could blow her over.

The moment she stepped onto the stage, the noise below stalled, followed immediately by an eruption of uproarious laughter.

"Is this girl here for a joke? With those thin arms and legs, I'm afraid she can't even lift a hundred jin!"

"Don't embarrass yourself, hurry down!"

"A beauty like this should just watch; getting on stage to compete in strength is just asking for abuse!"

Amidst the jeers, Ye Yunxi turned a deaf ear. She walked up to the Soul Tool boulder and rested her fingertips lightly on the cold stone surface.

The scale indicator on the Soul Tool, which had been resting at the one-thousand-jin mark, began to jump frantically the moment her soul power touched it!

Two thousand, three thousand, five thousand, eight thousand... The speed at which the scale soared was too fast for the eye to follow. Finally, the needle slammed into the top of the dial, locking firmly at ten thousand jin!

Dead silence.

The entire venue was so quiet that a falling needle could be heard.

All laughter and chatter were choked off in their throats. Everyone's eyes were wide as saucers, mouths agape, having even forgotten to breathe. The expressions on their faces were frozen in extreme shock.

Ten thousand catties!

This soul-guided boulder started at ten thousand catties, and every additional ten thousand required the activation of soul power to stack. Ten thousand catties.

Before anyone could react, Ye Yunxi lifted her jade arms slightly, exerting force from her slender wrists. Those hands, which appeared soft and boneless, firmly gripped both sides of the boulder.

The next second, the ten-thousand-catty behemoth was lifted effortlessly above her head, suspended in mid-air, without the slightest tremor!

The hem of her glazed dress fluttered without a breeze. Her soul power was restrained, leaving only the tyrannical physical strength tempered by the Nine Yang Divine Skill to vent wantonly.

She stood there holding the boulder, standing gracefully on the stone platform. With a light veil covering her face and cold, clear eyes, she was breathtakingly beautiful, yet so shocking that it shattered people's nerves.

Below the stone platform, the crowd completely exploded!

The strongman's hand holding the microphone trembled violently, causing the microphone to clatter to the ground. He staggered back two steps, pointing at Ye Yunxi, his lips quivering. He couldn't utter a single word for a long time, only repeating a murmur: "Ten... ten thousand catties..."

Dai Mubai stood up straight abruptly, his short golden hair standing on end. His pupils constricted, his Adam's apple bobbing frantically. After holding it in for a long time, he roared a deafening sentence: "The hell, this is a woman?!"

Tang San's expression changed completely. He activated his Purple Demon Eye to its limit, staring fixedly at Ye Yunxi, his eyes churning with monstrous waves.

He could clearly see that this woman was holding a ten-thousand-catty boulder without using a single soul skill; it was pure physical strength! This brute force was several times more terrifying than even the Immovable Bright King Zhao Wuji!

The main issue was: she was so beautiful!

"Holy crap! A tomboy? This is a damn female war god!" Ma Hongjun jumped up and exclaimed, his fat trembling.

Oscar slumped where he sat, looking at the sausage on the ground, completely dumbfounded.

Ning Rongrong covered her mouth, the shock in her eyes nearly overflowing. Zhu Zhuqing's fingertips gripped her clothes tightly, her cold, clear eyes filled with unprecedented gravity.

Ye Yunxi held the boulder suspended for three breaths. With a relaxed flick of her wrists, the boulder landed steadily, not even kicking up a speck of dust. Her control of force was precise to the extreme.

She brushed off her spotless jade hands, her peach-blossom eyes sweeping indifferently over the crowd below. A cool arc curled at the corners of her lips behind the veil.

With her body tempered by the Nine Yang Divine Skill and the cultivation of a Soul Ancestor, lifting this was a piece of cake.

The crowd below remained silent for a few seconds before a mountain-toppling, sea-draining roar of clamor erupted, painful to the eardrums!

"A monster! An absolute monster!"

"Ten thousand catties! She could probably lift it with one hand!"

"With this kind of strength, who else among the younger generation can compare?!"

Discussions, exclamations, and gasps of cold air intertwined. The way everyone looked at Ye Yunxi shifted from initial mockery to absolute awe and fear.

Ye Yunxi couldn't be bothered with these gazes. She walked up to the ashen-faced strongman, extended her slender jade hand, and spoke in a calm, ripple-less voice: "Three hundred Gold Soul Coin, hand them over."

The strongman snapped out of his daze, fumbling to pull out a heavy money bag. He offered it with both hands, his head bowed so low he didn't even dare to glance at her.