"I don’t fight won, and you can’t beat either." Yan Che glanced at Ye Lingyue and then at Lan Cai’er.
He preferred the little girl who smiled with her eyes shining like the moon, and didn’t like the other fierce one.
"What, say that again, you said I can’t beat you." Lan Cai’er was instantly provoked.
She was ranked tenth in the Daxia Imperial Competition, the young miss of the General Mansion, and had begun learning to fight even before she could walk. And now she was told by a boy who didn’t even know a bit of Primordial Power that she couldn’t beat him?
"Missy, you should go back where you ca from. I don’t want your silver." Yan Che, who apparently had never encountered a woman like Lan Cai’er, also decided to close up his stall and started to pack up his tray intending to leave.
"Where do you think you’re going? Today I’m going to show you just how formidable I, Lan Cai’er, am." With a swift movent and a quick turn of her eyes, Lan Cai’er snatched the tray from Yan Che’s hands, cleaning out all the Silver Tael within.
Hearing Lan Cai’er declare her background, the surrounding spectators couldn’t help but break a sweat for Yan Che.
Lan Cai’er’s reputation was well known among the people of the Imperial City; it was said that this young miss was fearless and formidable, daring even to lecture the Crown Prince.
"Why don’t you just rob , hand back the money." Seeing the silver being taken, Yan Che beca anxious as that money was his lifeline.
Lan Cai’er stomped her foot and showed the exclusive martial arts of the Lan Family, the Stone Breaking Hand. This martial art, extrely fierce and more usually suited for n, yet Lan Cai’er had practiced it for many years achieving a balance of Yin and Yang, demonstrating its substantial power.
Although provoked by Yan Che’s words, Lan Cai’er knew that he was just a naive fool, and didn’t know Primordial Power, so when she made her move, she didn’t use her Innate Elental Power, but tried to capture Yan Che to give him a lesson.
But just as she grabbed Yan Che’s arm, he slithered away like a loach and escaped from Lan Cai’er’s grasp.
He didn’t strike back, but instead, pinned Lan Cai’er’s shoulder with his hand.
Lan Cai’er was instantly dumbfounded. This young man had escaped her Stone Breaking Hand.
A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated. With her face flushed with anger, Lan Cai’er tapped into her Innate Elental Power, and her hand transford into a golden color, swift as a sharp eagle’s claw, aiming directly for Yan Che’s lower abdon.
As the claw struck, Yan Che’s clothes were instantly torn, with Innate Gang Qi brushing by, leaving his abdon searing with pain.
Just tore through his clothes?
Lan Cai’er thought this attack would make Yan Che retract his hand, but upon touching it, she felt a repelling force coming from his skin.
Yan Che’s abdon felt as soft as cotton, absorbing Lan Cai’er’s hands, making it hard for her to pull back.
"It hurts." Yan Che’s pupils contracted slightly. His natural physique was abnormal, and his resistance to external assaults was astonishing; even the beatings from the juniors in the Weing Marquis Mansion felt rely like tickling to him.
But Lan Cai’er of the Innate Realm was different; having recently broken through to Innate Great Success, that surging Primordial Power, although it couldn’t injure Yan Che, made him feel like his internal organs had suffered a heavy blow, causing him to grunt in pain.
"Everyone, stop fighting." Seeing the two unable to overpower each other, Ye Lingyue shook her head, and with a flick of her hands like a horsetail whisk, touched both Lan Cai’er and Yan Che.
The two felt a numbness in their acupoints on the tiger’s mouth and abdon, and the next mont, they staggered apart.
"You’re really formidable." Being shaken by Lan Cai’er’s Xiantian Gang Qi, Yan Che rubbed his abdon, his dirty face showing a sincerely convinced expression.
"You’re not bad either, barely qualified to be my sister’s guard," Lan Cai’er’s temperant was the classic ’no fight, no acquaintance’. Although she didn’t manage to outdo Yan Che, she was aware that she really couldn’t beat this huge fellow.
Despite not possessing any Primordial Power, the opponent had such skill, surely a gifted talent.
No wonder, father always said that she couldn’t match Ling Yue in eye power.
Ye Lingyue handed over the Silver Tael to Yan Che.
Yan Che stared at the silver, obviously wanting it, but he still didn’t stretch out his hand and continued to shake his head.
"Hey, I’m telling you Big Fool, don’t start acting haughty now. Ten Silver Taels a month, the price isn’t low. I hire a Postnatal Master as a guard for the sa price," Lan Cai’er was annoyed once she saw it, she couldn’t believe this silly and simple guy knew how to drive a hard bargain.
"Ten Silver Taels are not enough for food," Yan Che’s voice got softer and quieter, and finally, his stomach made a loud growling sound.
It turns out Yan Che hadn’t eaten all along and was fighting on an empty stomach.
Both Ye Lingyue and Lan Cai’er were speechless and just ended up finding a noodle stall nearby to tackle Yan Che’s hunger first.
It wasn’t until there was a stack of bowls piled high in front of Yan Che that Ye Lingyue and Lan Cai’er realized, eating really was a problem for Yan Che.
"Twenty-three bowls of noodles, are you a human or a pig?" Lan Cai’er was dumbfounded.
"Have you eaten enough?" Although Ye Lingyue was also shocked by Yan Che’s appetite, compared to his physical strength, this amount of food wasn’t much.
"It’s sowhat enough," Yan Che could actually eat more, but he was a bit embarrassed about it.
"Eat as much as you want, I have money," Ye Lingyue took out another Silver Tael, at tis like this, she realized having money really did make things easier.
"Then, can I have fifty more bowls?" Yan Che looked pitifully at Ye Lingyue, his eyes resembling those of an animal nesting in a blanket.
Fifty more bowls...
Instantly, Ye Lingyue and Lan Cai’er understood why Yan Che, with such a strong physique, didn’t join the army or beco a rich family’s guard.
His appetite, very few people could afford it, only the recently turned nouveau-riche Ye Lingyue could keep up.
But this ti, as the noodle vendor prepared the noodles, Yan Che did not start eating right away.
He found a monowheel cart and transported the noodles towards the city outskirts.
Ye Lingyue and Lan Cai’er, curious, followed Yan Che out to the outskirts.
Unlike the bustling Xia Capital, the soil was infertile and roads difficult to navigate in the outskirts, but Yan Che, pushing the monowheel cart, was very steady, clearly familiar with the area.
His cart finally stopped in front of several ramshackle thatched cottages. As soon as they heard Yan Che’s voice, dozens of children ran out of the straw huts.
There were boys and girls, the older ones around eleven or twelve, and the younger ones only four or five years old, all tall with high noses and blue eyes, clearly not Daxia people.
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