Chapter 173: Xie Yan's Entanglement

After Yuan Yao punched Wu Li Yun, she quickly got up and fled.

Wu Li Yun's head buzzed from the blow, his face also skewed to one side; by the time he reacted, Yuan Yao's figure had already disappeared.

He was somewhat at a loss, blinking his eyes.

The pain from his cheek let him clearly realize that although Yuan Yao recognized his identity, she thoroughly despised his previous actions.

Wu Li Yun pressed his lips tight, feeling a heaviness in his chest.

It's all his fault.

It's all his fault for not recognizing Yuan Yao first; otherwise their relationship wouldn't have come to this.

Wu Li Yun's heart was almost filled with regret and guilt.

He stood up, dazed and disoriented.

Meanwhile, the surrounding people, seeing this, looked at each other and then dispersed.

Yuan Yao ran a long distance, ensuring Wu Li Yun hadn't caught up, only then did she let out a relieved breath.

The damned Wu Li Yun surely intended to sneak up on her when she was off guard and steal her things again.

She instinctively touched the transparent ring on her left index finger.

This was a Saint-rank storage ring recently given to her by her Youngest Senior Brother; it absolutely must not be stolen by that thief Wu Li Yun.

Yuan Yao thought of how she had disrupted the male and female leads' meeting, and couldn't help but laugh.

She needed to find her Third Senior Brother to go to the tavern to celebrate.

She was about to send a message to her Third Senior Brother when, at that moment, she suddenly sensed something; she sharply lifted her gaze and saw a ghost-faced youth standing on the distant corridor.

The two locked eyes from afar.

Yuan Yao unconsciously gripped the message crystal in her hand, quickly averted her gaze, pretending not to have recognized him.

She turned and walked away.

Running into Xie Yan this guy surely bodes no good.

As she walked, she suddenly felt her hairs stand on end; she stiffly turned her head to look at the person beside her—it was Xie Yan!

Yuan Yao pretended not to have recognized him and continued forward.

Meanwhile, Xie Yan kept shadowing her like a shadow.

Yuan Yao gritted her teeth silently; this Xie dog really is a persistent haunt!

She quickly turned left and right, but Xie Yan kept close behind.

Xie Yan still said nothing.

He clung to her like a ghost.

Yuan Yao took a deep breath and stopped.

Xie Yan also stopped following, yet he did not turn his head to look at her.

Yuan Yao glared at him, voice tight with anger: "Didn't you say that from now on, if I see you I should keep my distance? Now I want to avoid you, why do you insist on clinging to me?"

"You were the first to break the promise." Xie Yan finally shifted his gaze to her, smiling faintly.

Yuan Yao was at a loss for words.

She spoke awkwardly: "I will keep the promise from now on."

"Too late." Xie Yan let out a light scoff, stepped forward to press Yuan Yao, making her retreat slightly alarmed, and said in a pressing tone: "If you don't let me have my way, you shouldn't even think about having yours. If you want to avoid me, then I'll cling to you."

Xie Yan saw her eyes gradually widening, the depths almost full of regret after having provoked trouble.

He asked: "How? Are you not happy?"

Yuan Yao also realized Xie Yan had deliberately come to oppose her; if she wasn't happy, he would be.

"I am happy!" Yuan Yao, full of vigor, advanced on him, forcing him back several steps; she also extended her finger, jabbing hard at his chest again and again: "You'd better follow me at all times, then I'll be even happier!"

Xie Yan's gaze fell on her slender, white-jade finger, his eyes dimming slightly.

Yuan Yao arrogantly said: "If you keep following me, I'll tell everyone you're my little brother and I'm your boss. From now on you'll also take my surname, becoming Yuan Yan. How about that? The boss gives you a name—does that make you happy?"

Xie Yan lightly chuckled: "How about you give me your surname? Surname Xie, name Yao. I'll consider telling everyone you're my maid."

"You're not worthy!"

Yuan Yao flared with anger, about to smash a punch into his chest.

But Xie Yan blocked it.

His large hand wrapped around her fist.

Yuan Yao's eyes shifted slightly, then she exerted force fiercely.

The two secretly tested each other's strength.

After a momentary stalemate, Yuan Yao stepped directly on the top of Xie Yan's foot.

She glared at him with contempt, speaking disdainfully: "Xie dog, you want me to be your maid? Go dream your spring and autumn dreams! Even if I die, I will never be your maid!"

Having said that, Yuan Yao tried to pull her hand back from his grip, but he held it tight and even yanked her toward him, her whole body nearly falling into his embrace.

But at the crucial moment, Yuan Yao forced herself to stop, thus avoiding physical contact with him.

Xie Yan's eyes turned sinister, his voice dangerous: "Do you really think I wouldn't kill you?"

Upon hearing that, Yuan Yao recalled that this guy possessed Spirit Transformation Realm cultivation.

Very formidable.

After several rounds of hesitation, she snorted coldly: "Go ahead and kill me!"

Before her words even faded, her left hand had already slipped behind her back, conjuring a Phantom Spirit Sword.

Just as she was about to take advantage of his inattention to stab him—

"Put the sword away." Xie Yan's face was cold and grim.

Yuan Yao: "……"

"Oh." She answered like that, but she still wanted to stab him with a sword.

But under Xie Yan's deathly stare, she still wilted, putting away her Phantom Spirit Sword.

"Then... are you still going to kill me?" Yuan Yao asked tentatively.

"What do you think?"

"No killing." Yuan Yao gave a dry laugh twice, "Actually, we don't really need to fight and kill, right?"

"You don't want your foot?" Xie Yan saw her seeking peace on the surface, but in reality she was still pressing hard on the top of her own foot.

He had never seen someone like this.

Yuan Yao silently moved her foot away.

Immediately, she pointed and said, "Then loosen my fist."

Xie Yan glanced at her and released her.

But the next moment, she turned to flee, yet Xie Yan grabbed her shoulder in one swift motion.

Yuan Yao turned and glared at him, "Xie Yan, what exactly do you want to do? Fight or kill? Make up your mind!"

Xie Yan stared deeply at her.

He parted his lips slightly, "I lack spirit stones."

Yuan Yao: "?"

Xie Yan took out a rectangular box from his storage space, his tone slightly unnatural: "You don't want this? I'll sell it to you."

Yuan Yao realized, she took the box and opened it to look.

It was actually Star Net Mystic Vine!

Could this guy Xie Yan be trying to extort her?

Yuan Yao hurriedly closed the box and shoved it at Xie Yan, "I can't possibly produce three hundred thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones!"

Xie Yan said, "How many spirit stones can you produce?"

Yuan Yao raised an eyebrow, she weakly extended a finger, "One..." ten thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones.

Before she could finish, Xie Yan interrupted her.

"One thousand then one thousand."

Yuan Yao: "?!!"

Xie Yan mocked, "You wouldn't not even have one thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones, would you?"

"Yes!" Yuan Yao quickly agreed, then she half-believingly said, "You wouldn't be selling me a fake Star Net Mystic Vine, would you?"

Xie Yan said nothing, only coldly stared at her.

Yuan Yao felt a little guilty under his stare, she lightly coughed, "Hand over the money, hand over the goods."

"Besides, you're not allowed to regret it!"

Xie Yan gave a soft "hng."