CHAPTER 394: CHAPTER 0391: CAN YOU PLEASE NOT TAKE ADVANTAGE OF MY GODDESS

"Hahaha!" Qin Yang laughed heartily. "Brother Lin, it seems this little girl has taken a liking to you. The kind where you can’t shake her off even if you tried. If you ask me, just accept it and treat her as your disciple."

There was one thing he didn’t say out loud.

Looking at how delicate the little girl was, she would definitely make it onto the Flower List in the future. So why not raise her yourself? Wouldn’t that be something?

But if he said this aloud...

He would absolutely get beaten up by Lin Fan.

So, some thoughts were better kept to oneself.

Xiang Fei frowned. Things had taken an unexpected turn — he hadn’t thought the little girl would truly latch onto Lin Fan.

"Sigh!"

Lin Fan was feeling a major headache.

This was getting complicated.

Should he really take her along?

"Do you really want to follow me? But you need to know, following me comes with danger. If we run into trouble, I might not be able to protect you," Lin Fan said.

He absolutely had no inappropriate intentions.

To be honest, though...

Even though the little girl was still young, her features were indeed delicate. As Qin Yang mentioned, she would definitely be a future Flower List contender when she grew up. But was he that kind of man?

Definitely not.

Whether someone was pretty or not was all the same to him. While he liked to jokingly flirt, he was genuinely sincere when it came to children.

Mr. Zhang glanced at the little girl and then said, "Brother Lin, since this child wants to stick with you, it must be fate. Why not just take her along? Even if we force her to stay here, one day she’ll sneak off on her own. By then, it’ll be hard to find her."

Lin Fan remained silent, deep in thought.

Taking this little girl wasn’t entirely a bad idea. Having a "tagalong" around might even keep him more cautious in certain situations, preventing him from rushing into things and making regretful decisions for the sake of profits.

"Fine, I’ll take her with me," Lin Fan said.

In the little girl’s eyes, a faint light seemed to flicker, as though Lin Fan’s agreement invoked a slight reaction.

Leaving the teahouse...

They strolled through the city.

"Wait a minute."

At that moment, Qin Yang called out, his gaze fixed on the distance.

"Strange, how come we’re running into them here?"

Lin Fan asked, "Who?"

Qin Yang replied, "Someone from an ancient noble family. Annoying fellow. But what’s even more unbearable is this — how could my goddess possibly be with him?! Dammit, I can’t let this slide. I need to check this out."

Without waiting for further questions, Qin Yang hastily headed off in that direction.

"Xiang Fei, who’s that?" Lin Fan asked.

Xiang Fei glanced over and said, "A member of the Wang Family, one of the ancient noble families. As for Qin Yang’s goddess, she’s also from an ancient family. I didn’t expect to see them here. Do you think there might be some kind of Secret Realm nearby that we’re unaware of?"

"Who knows? Let’s go take a look. Judging from Qin Yang’s expression, he seems pretty pissed," Lin Fan remarked.

Meanwhile, the little girl continued tagging along behind Lin Fan like a shadow.

As they got closer, they saw a young man surnamed Wang smiling mockingly.

"Ah, our dear Young Master Qin, what happened to you? You look so disheveled," he taunted.

Qin Yang, visibly irritated, retorted, "Wang Jun, how I look is none of your business. You, a mere scion of the little Wang Family, dare speak to me like this? No respect whatsoever."

Then, turning to his goddess, he asked, "Dream Fairy, why are you with someone like him? Aren’t you afraid of tainting your eyes?"

Qin Yang’s insults were sharp and direct.

He targeted Wang Jun with each comment.

Dream Fairy, graceful with a slim waist, responded indifferently, "Fellow Daoist Qin, why are *you* here?"

Qin Yang said, "Dream Fairy, no need to address me so formally. Call me Yang. I was passing through with friends and just happened to see you. Naturally, I had to come over."

Not long after, Lin Fan and the others arrived.

"Dream Fairy, let me introduce some people. This is my dear brother Lin Fan, this is Xiang Fei, and this little girl here is his disciple. Don’t underestimate her — in my opinion, she’s destined to be a future Flower List contender," Qin Yang declared proudly.

It was as if he were saying: Look at the caliber of my friends!

One by one, all of them were exceptional.

Far better than that Wang Jun at your side.

Wang Jun sneered, "Ha, just anyone dreaming of making the Flower List? What’s next, saying it’s as easy as picking cabbages?"

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow. Bold words. Who was he insulting?

"Brother Qin, do you know this guy?" Lin Fan asked.

Qin Yang replied, "Nope. Who’d know someone like him?"

"That’s what I thought. I mean, how could Brother Qin know a beast? After all, beasts don’t talk, making them hard to communicate with," Lin Fan quipped coolly, indifferent to how dark Wang Jun’s expression turned.

"What did you say?" Wang Jun’s face twisted with anger.

He had never encountered someone so brazen.

Looking at Qin Yang, he snapped, "So these are the types of friends you have? Birds of a feather, indeed."

Lin Fan shot Wang Jun a glance before turning to the Fairy. "Miss Fairy, since fate brings us together, why don’t we find a place to sit down, have tea, and chat?"

Qin Yang nudged Lin Fan’s arm, whispering, "Brother Lin, that’s my goddess! You’ve already taken so much advantage in the past, no need to compete with me for this one!"

If he feared anyone, it was Lin Fan — too shameless!

Jokes were fine, but things got seriously unsettling when Lin Fan made a move.

Dream Fairy smiled faintly. The stranger’s tone was a bit forward, but given his association with Qin Yang, he must have some background. However, after giving it some thought, she couldn’t figure out who he might be or what major power he was affiliated with.

"Tea and chatting aren’t necessary. Let’s just talk here," Dream Fairy declined.

Wang Jun sneered, "Do you even know who Dream Fairy is? You think you’re worthy of inviting her? Qin Yang, I’d advise you to take your friends and leave. War King will be arriving soon, and your arrogance might land you in trouble."

"Forget it, no point debating with a beast. But looking at your face, I’d say you’re headed for some bloodshed," Lin Fan quipped at the audacity of this man.

Such audacity rivaled even Qin Yang’s.

Did relying on connections now make everyone so cocky?

"What did you say?"

Wang Jun bellowed, his patience running thin. While he couldn’t do much to Qin Yang, this unknown fellow’s repeated provocations crossed the line.

Lin Fan laughed lightly. "Relax. If you get too agitated, your bloodshed might come sooner than expected."

Meanwhile, beside him, Qin Yang’s expression shifted upon hearing "War King." Tugging Lin Fan’s sleeve, he shook his head gently. "Let it go. Don’t stoop to his level."

Lin Fan wanted to say more but hesitated when he noticed Qin Yang’s nervous expression.

It was an unusual sight coming from him.

For all his usual antics, this tension was new. Could it be the mere mention of War King weighed on him?

Just then...

A formidable aura swept from the distance.

There was no sense of suppression, but it exuded the kind of presence that felt like a monstrous force approaching.

Wang Jun, sensing this, immediately brightened. "Brother Zhan! Over here! Guess who’s here — our dear Young Master Qin Yang."

"Qin Yang, Brother Zhan is coming. Let’s see if you’ll be as bold when he gets here."

To Qin Yang, this couldn’t be worse. War King wouldn’t give him any face, not even as a fellow Immortal Venerable Family member. Moreover, with the goddess right here, he couldn’t afford to lose face.

If he embarrassed himself in front of his goddess, he might as well dig a hole and bury himself.

"Oh? So that brat Qin Yang is here? Let’s see how much he’s improved lately." A giant figure approached swiftly.

War King’s stature was immense, like a small mountain. Standing there, he cast an oppressive shadow over everyone.

Lin Fan silently criticized him. He might look young now, but in middle age, he’d surely be a rough giant of a man — finding a wife would be tough. Those muscles, practically bulging boulders, were overwhelming.

"Qin Yang, long time no see. You’re making progress, but still as weak as ever," War King remarked, his eyes gleaming like black holes.

"You’re the weak one!" Qin Yang shot back. No way was he losing face now. Yet deep down, he feared War King would humiliate him again, just like in the past.

What if he does?

He’d have to fight back, no matter the risk. Surely War King wouldn’t dare go too far.

"Oh?"

War King was surprised, as if amused by Qin Yang’s newfound defiance.

"Alright, little brat. Let’s see what you’ve got." War King’s massive hand shot forward. Though simple in execution, the moment he raised his palm, it seemed like the heavens themselves bore down. The world around them vanished. That palm alone felt like an inescapable sky.

Qin Yang’s heart raced, fear stark in his eyes. War King hadn’t changed — still as hot-tempered as ever, ready to crush him on the spot.

He was doomed.

Every nerve screamed for him to move, but the overwhelming pressure paralyzed him.

He couldn’t even budge.

Wang Jun laughed gleefully. Oh, how the tables had turned. Let’s see you show off now. He knew War King’s strength all too well.

Four words summed it up:

*Terrifying beyond words!*

"Move! Come on, move!" Qin Yang forced his mana to circulate, desperate to evade the descending palm. If it landed, he’d be crushed, potentially dragged to his knees.

And that would be beyond humiliating.

Not just for him, but for the entire Immortal Venerable Family he represented.

*Thud!*

Just as the pressure reached its peak...

It vanished.

Qin Yang’s wide eyes looked over. In the moment War King’s hand was about to fall, Lin Fan extended his own hand and gripped War King’s wrist, halting his attack.

"What do you think you’re doing?"

Lin Fan raised his gaze, looking calmly at the towering figure before him.