Chen Xin: This Old Man Cannot See Through His Cultivation

"Stingy?"

"Where is there a stingy person?"

Dugu Yan looked left and right, but failing to find the target, she turned her head in confusion.

She didn't notice that Ye Lingling's entire face beside her had turned bright red, and she retorted in a crisp, anxious, and shy voice, "I am not stingy!"

With a slight flick of her wrist and a faint shimmer from her Soul Tool, she gripped a pristine White Soul Card in her hand and slapped it into Poseinan's palm as if acting out of spite.

"There are one thousand Gold Soul Coins in here. Don't you dare call me stingy again!"

Having said that, her exquisite, lively eyes widened, misting over as if she would burst into tears the next second if Poseinan didn't agree.

Poseinan looked down at the White Soul Card in his hand; the patterns engraved on the card clearly displayed the denomination—exactly one thousand Gold Soul Coins, no more, no less.

He feigned an exaggerated gasp, "Wow! So you're a hidden little rich girl!"

"Hmph..."

Hearing this, Ye Lingling let out a soft huff through her nose. Her previously tense little face relaxed slightly, and she subconsciously lifted her chin in a haughty manner.

Seeing this, Poseinan deliberately curled his lip and spoke with feigned dissatisfaction, "Hey! Don't think that just because you're pretty, you can look down on people with your nostrils!"

A faint smile tugged at the corners of Ye Lingling's mouth. Far from restraining herself, she lifted her chin even higher, looking as if it were only natural.

Poseinan raised an eyebrow, his tone carrying a hint of deliberate teasing, "Hmph, so you're beautiful as a fairy and naturally gifted—is that supposed to be impressive? If you've got the guts, give me more! You're only giving me this little bit? Are you trying to brush off a beggar?"

These words completely ignited Ye Lingling's competitive spirit.

She spun around abruptly, glaring at him with puffed-up cheeks, her face flushed a rosy pink. "If I want to give, I'll give! This young lady is not short on money!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than she swiftly took a Platinum Soul Card from her Soul Tool and shoved it straight into Poseinan's hand.

Poseinan clutched the card, still relentless, and shouted with feigned grievance, "Hey, don't think that just because you're pretty and rich, you can humiliate me like this! If you've got the guts, treat me to a meal!"

"Hmph, treat you I shall! Who's afraid of whom!"

Ye Lingling held her head high and chest out, refusing to show even a hint of weakness.

"Don't you think..."

And so, the two went back and forth.

Poseinan used every trick in the book to tease her, while Ye Lingling, acting out of spite, pulled out Gold Soul Cards time and time again, repeating the cycle several times over.

By the time Poseinan looked down at the thick stack of over a dozen Platinum Soul Cards in his hand, the smile at the corners of his mouth could no longer be suppressed; it curved higher and higher, impossible to hide.

At this moment, his mouth was harder to keep straight than an AK.

As expected, living off a rich woman is a man's primary motivation for progress.

In the future, Poseinan could go out and brag that he only used a few sentences to make a woman pay him ten thousand!

Immediately after, he reined in his expression, found a random excuse, and said crisply, "Little rich girl, no need for the meal. My mom is calling me home for dinner, so I'm off! Yan Yan, let's go!"

Without waiting for Ye Lingling to react, Poseinan grabbed Dugu Yan, who had been watching the spectacle from the side, turned around, and walked away quickly, leaving no room for argument.

Ye Lingling was left alone on the spot.

She stood there blankly for several seconds, subconsciously rubbing her head, unable to snap out of it for a long time, having failed to process what exactly had just happened.

After a good while, she habitually raised her hand to touch the Soul Tool on her wrist, only for her fingertips to touch the empty storage space.

She suddenly snapped back to reality, her expression changing instantly.

"Oh no! My money!"

Ye Lingling stomped her feet in belated realization, clenched her pink fists, and waved them at the air, muttering angrily, "Detestable little thief, next time we meet, I'll definitely teach you a lesson!"

Yet, even as she spoke those angry words.

A faint, involuntary smile curled the corners of her mouth. There wasn't a shred of genuine anger in her eyes—instead, they were filled with irrepressible joy.

On the way back, Dugu Yan blinked curiously, "Brother Nan, do you know Lingling?"

Poseinan said casually, "We just met once before in the Star Dou Forest."

Dugu Yan covered her mouth, as if she had discovered some earth-shattering secret, "Oh... Brother Nan, so you're the bad guy Lingling was talking about!"

Poseinan reached out and tapped her on the head, "What bad guy? Can you even speak properly?"

"Ouch... that hurts!"

Dugu Yan covered her forehead, her eyes welling up with tears.

Poseinan rolled his eyes at her and said irritably, "Alright, stop acting. I didn't even use any force."

I really didn't expect this little girl to be such a drama queen.

This performance of instant tears was enough to be included in the Beijing Film Academy textbooks.

If this were his past life, she would at least be at the level of a Best Actress.

Seeing that she had been found out, Dugu Yan smiled sheepishly, then tugged at the corner of Poseinan's sleeve and pouted, "Brother Nan, tell me how you and Lingling met."

She was a little unhappy that she wasn't the first one to know Poseinan!

"Let's go. We can talk on the way; I'll take you to get something to eat."

Poseinan was currently flush with cash, so he waved his hand generously.

To eat, one had to go to the best: Seven Treasures Restaurant.

Along the way, Poseinan recounted everything from his meeting with Ye Lingling to the story of how he had scared her to tears.

After listening, Dugu Yan felt a secret joy in her heart:

Hehe, I knew it! I'm the first friend Brother Nan ever made!

She glanced at Poseinan on the sly, feeling a bit shy.

She didn't know why.

The moment she learned that Ye Lingling knew Poseinan, she had suddenly become incredibly concerned, terrified that Ye Lingling would snatch him away.

Perhaps even Poseinan himself didn't realize it.

Just how much of a shock that General Yu Flying Kick had dealt to the little girl's heart.

Seven Treasures Restaurant.

The two sat by a window and ordered a table full of food. Naturally, it was mostly Poseinan ordering; after all, he was in a growth spurt and had a large appetite.

Two children ordering a whole table of food naturally attracted quite a few gazes.

In a private room on the second floor, two figures were quietly watching Poseinan and Dugu Yan through the window.

The refined man smiled and asked the old man beside him, "Uncle Sword, what do you make of these two little ones?"

The old man, whose figure was as sharp as a sword, gave an honest assessment: "That little girl with the purple hair is from the Dugu Family, isn't she?"

"That's right," the refined man nodded.

"The little girl's talent is average, but that blue-haired little fellow beside her..."

"Eh!"

The old man suddenly let out a surprised exclamation.

"Uncle Sword, what is it?" the refined man asked in surprise.

The old man's gaze was like a blade, locked straight onto Poseinan as he scrutinized him carefully.

"Strange! Truly strange!"

"Old Man cannot see through his cultivation!"

The old man shook his head with a strange expression, his eyes filled with astonishment.

"What! Uncle Sword, you actually cannot see through him?"

One had to know that the person before him was none other than the Titled Douluo, Chen Xin!

The gentle smile on Ning Fengzhi's face froze instantly, and he subconsciously lowered his voice:

"Uncle Sword, you are a level ninety-five Titled Douluo. Across the entire continent, those who can hide their cultivation from you can be counted on one hand..."

"Could it be some kind of concealment soul skill?"

Chen Xin's gaze remained locked on the blue-haired youth by the window downstairs. He frowned slightly, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing together.

"No, it is by no means as simple as the concealment soul skills commonly used by Soul Masters."