Come Clean, or I Won't Play Nice

At that moment, Xiao Yan was going out of his mind.

The main problem was that this scanning thing could only detect whether someone had a system, not reveal its specific functions.

It felt just like watching a movie.

The male lead was holding the female lead's dash, stroking her colon, gently caressing her period, and raising his own exclamation mark.

Just as he was about to slip through her parentheses...

It ended.

Enough to drive anyone utterly mad.

"No! I can't keep being this passive. I have to find out Yao Lao's true identity."

As his personal bodyguard in the early stages, Yao Lao would be a ticking time bomb lurking at his side if he didn't get to the bottom of this.

At that thought, Xiao Yan steadied his emotions, a plan already taking shape in his mind.

"Well, little fellow, have you thought it over?"

"Want to grow stronger? Want others to respect you?"

"Then hurry up and become my disciple. Not only can I teach you alchemy, I can also help you become a powerhouse. Once you pass this village, you won't find another shop like mine."

Yao Lao stroked a tuft of his beard, his smile making him look like a crooked merchant.

Xiao Yan said nothing.

The other man continued, "Little fellow, your talent is certainly excellent, but you must understand that you're already fifteen, and your Dou Qi is only at the third stage. Your coming-of-age ceremony is next year, isn't it?"

"Do you think you can send your cultivation soaring to Seventh Stage Dou Qi in just one short year?"

"And what about the Three-Year Agreement? Do you really want to marry into the Nalan Family as a live-in son-in-law?"

"Become my disciple, and none of that will be a problem. From then on, no one will ever call you trash again."

As he spoke, Yao Lao's deeply wrinkled face gradually relaxed, like a chrysanthemum blooming.

Xiao Yan remained unmoved.

He slowly took off the Storage Ring.

"Little fellow, what are you doing?" Unable to make sense of it, Yao Lao asked with a puzzled look.

"Tell me your true identity."

"My identity? Yao Chen, the continent's foremost alchemist! Didn't I just tell you?"

"No, that's not what I want to hear. Who exactly are you?"

"The master of Starfall Pavilion in the Central Plains?"

"If you don't come clean, don't blame me for not playing nice!"

At that, Xiao Yan made a show of reaching to untie the sash around his waist.

The move left Yao Lao utterly baffled, and he hurriedly asked, "Little fellow, what are you doing?"

"Don't push me. When I get ruthless, even I scare myself. If I don't hear the truth, I'm going to piss into the Storage Ring."

What?

Piss?

For a moment, Yao Lao thought he had misheard.

Why wasn't this brat playing by the usual rules?

I've revealed so many badass titles and deeds, yet instead of kneeling in grateful tears to become my disciple, he actually wants to piss on me?

What kind of farce is this?

Before he could think any further, Xiao Yan was already reaching to pull out his exclamation mark.

Yao Lao panicked and shouted, "You little brat! What exactly do you want me to say?"

"Your true identity." Xiao Yan stopped what he was doing and looked at him with an expression that said he knew everything.

"You little brat, you're deliberately looking for trouble! I already told you I'm a Nine-Star Dou Zun, the continent's foremost alchemist, and the master of Starfall Pavilion in the Central Plains..."

"That's all?"

"What else is there? My age? I'm a hundred this year."

A person's eyes couldn't lie. He spoke with such sincerity that even Xiao Yan began to doubt his own judgment.

Could I really have gotten it wrong?

He isn't a transmigrator?

That's impossible!

The system wouldn't make a mistake!

Since I can't get it out of him by asking, I'll try baiting him into talking.

"Stop pretending. I already know you're a transmigrator."