Chapter 45: Not Lustful

"Helping Father?"

Hearing Ye Yonglie's explanation, Ye Qingshi finally recalled his introduction just now; the youth before her had actually awakened a Heart Image?

'Doesn't that make him even more powerful than my father?' Ye Qingshi felt great surprise in her heart.

Although she had not come into contact with cultivation before this, as the daughter of the hall master, she had absorbed knowledge through osmosis and knew some basic concepts; at the very least, she understood more about martial arts common sense than Fang Can.

She often heard her father, who was resolute outside, sighing unconsciously whenever he saw the Heavenly Secret List inside the martial arts hall.

As this happened many times, she understood the crux of her father's sigh: the path of martial arts had made no progress in ten years; apart from improvements in technique, the realm also seemed to have reached the limit of one's aptitude.

'In other words, can this youth help Father improve?' Ye Qingshi gazed at the handsome youth before her, her green fingers unconsciously pinching the hem of her green skirt, her heart falling into turmoil as she considered whether to agree to the youth's request for assistance.

Of course, she could see that the youth had a good impression of her (not really), and should want to get close to her while having the advantage of proximity (indeed), but the barrier between men and women was strict; even if she wanted to help her father, she could not bring herself to do it.

But while she was in turmoil, Ye Yonglie beside her had already made the decision for his daughter: "Yuan Dang, Li Fei, you two tidy up a room for Young Master Fang, the one to the right of Qingshi."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Dang froze in place with a stunned expression; asking him to tidy up a room for Fang Can so he could get close to Senior Sister? It was tantamount to killing with a knife to the heart.

Fang Can smiled and looked at Yuan Dang and the other disciple, saying: "Trouble you both; I haven't brought much luggage, just tidy it up neatly."

As the resentful Yuan Dang and his senior brother went to tidy the room, Ye Yonglie smiled and said: "Qingshi, Young Master Fang has just arrived at the martial arts hall; you, in place of your father, should take him around the vicinity to familiarize himself with the environment."

Even if Ye Qingshi was as dull as a block of wood, she could see what her father meant, but since the father is the guide for the son, even if she was dissatisfied outside, the young girl could only suppress it and said to Fang Can somewhat gloomily: "Come with me, I'll show you the way."

Seeing the obviously dissatisfied young girl, Fang Can calmly lifted his leg to follow, walking out of the main hall together.

Until they reached a deserted corner, Ye Qingshi turned her head with a cold expression and pointed her finger at Fang Can, saying: "You..."

"I know what you mean." Fang Can cut off the young girl's words a step ahead, saying: "Ye Ye Guanzhu Ye thinks I have feelings for you, so he wants to match us up, but you have no feelings for me, and want to persuade me to give up, right?"

"Uh—" Ye Qingshi looked at Fang Can's words, stunned for a moment, then said: "That's right, so..."

"Rest assured, I am very clean, so I don't have much desire for beautiful girls who have basic physiological needs."

Fang Can smiled appropriately and said: "For the next few days, except for pestering you, I will not commit any improper acts towards you; you can explain this directly to the Ye Ye Guanzhu."

"You..." A thin layer of red rose on Ye Qingshi's face due to anger.

This man in front of her was simply unlike any she had ever seen before; he had said everything she was going to say, so what could she say?

But Fang Can's expression was much calmer, because he knew clearly that the only obstacle to staying by the young girl's side was the Lieyang Ye Ye Guanzhu.

In this ancient era of parental orders and matchmakers, children did not possess the right to control their own bodies.

This was even more true for a woman like Ye Qingshi who had not even come into contact with martial arts; she would not even have the right to choose her own life's major events in the future.

Now that Ye Yonglie was becoming a filial son to the point of practicing martial arts, as long as his behavior in the coming days was not too outrageous, mixing with the young girl would not be a problem.

So Fang Can simply laid his cards on the table to the young girl from the start, stating his opinion.

"Then... what exactly do you want to do?" Ye Qingshi asked with a puzzled expression on her pretty, white, and tender face: "Saying you don't like me while pestering me, don't you think that's contradictory?"

"It is not contradictory." Fang Can shook his head and said frankly: "Anyway, for the next few days, without affecting your state of life, I just need to stay by your side; I hope you won't mind."

'How could I not mind?' Ye Qingshi thought inwardly, and the good impression that had just appeared instantly vanished into thin air.

She realized she couldn't make sense of this block of wood, so she prepared to go back tonight and speak ill of Fang Can to her father to drive him away.

After killing the conversation with a barrage of Sigma male quotes, Fang Can stopped speaking for the rest of the time, following Ye Qingshi while slowly circulating the Tiger-Suppressing Dragon-Subduing Golden Body, letting the vibration cover every corner of his body.

Just like that, while Ye Qingshi led the way and Fang Can silently practiced his technique, two completely non-interactive things happened simultaneously.

After spending more than ten minutes, and Ye Qingshi had roughly toured the entire martial arts hall, Fang Can finally couldn't help but say: "Can you stop for a moment?"

"What did you say?" Ye Qingshi saw that Fang Can rarely spoke, but didn't understand the youth's meaning.

'Of course, it's you walking back and forth, making my practice signal bad, so my cultivation efficiency fluctuates between good and bad.' Fang Can complained inwardly, but worried that saying this would make the young girl break down, making it hard for her to cooperate later.

So after thinking, he opened his mouth and said: "Because of my cultivation method, I need Miss Ye to be by my side."

"Me? What does that have to do with me?" Ye Qingshi asked with a look of suspicion.

"Martial arts efficiency is related to mood; the happier the mood, the better the cultivation effect." Fang Can stared at Ye Qingshi's beautiful and unparalleled face and said: "And Miss Ye is very beautiful."

"Just as seeing beautiful things makes one's mood better, to improve cultivation efficiency, I must follow Miss Ye; this is my cultivation method, with no other reason, purely for a pleasant mood."

"Wha... what is this?" Suddenly praised for being good-looking without any defense, Ye Qingshi instinctively stepped back two steps in embarrassment, while Fang Can simultaneously stepped forward two steps, trying not to let the WiFi signal weaken.

"It concerns martial arts; please allow me to stay by your side for the next few days, Miss Ye." Fang Can said seriously, packaging his lust to make it appear infinitely serious.

Because of the idealist martial arts, this world has all kinds of systems and cultivation methods.

So for a moment, Ye Qingshi was not clear whether the other party was packaging lust as martial arts practice, or if it was truly a cultivation necessity.

The young girl stammered: "Then... you, if you want to follow, then follow."

"Then may I ask Miss Ye to pause temporarily and rest somewhere for a while, allowing me to cultivate using Miss Ye's world-shocking beauty." Fang Can said earnestly.

"This... there is a pavilion ahead; I am also tired from walking, so let's rest there for a while." As Ye Qingshi spoke, two flushes of red appeared on her cheeks.

The two walked into the pavilion like this; Ye Qingshi sat upright on the stone bench and waved her hand lightly, trying to disperse the heat on her face.

As for Fang Can, he truly did as he said earlier; after the signal base station stopped moving, he calmly sat cross-legged and circulated his energy, practicing his technique as if no one else was around.

(End of this chapter)