Chapter 50: It’s Good That I’ll Age

Under Luo Xing's "order," the girl still sat down timidly, but as if afraid of dirtying the stool, she only perched half her bottom on the edge, her short legs stretched straight, toes touching the ground.

Seeing this, Luo Xing couldn't help but laugh. However, he didn't press further, afraid he might actually scare the little one into tears.

'Dealing with kids is the worst.'

"Alright, I'm not going to do anything to you." Luo Xing handed her a pair of chopsticks. "How about you just eat with me and chat a bit?"

Hong An, who had been immersed in a sea of tenderness nearby, cast a surprised glance at Luo Xing.

'Could this junior brother be so morally upright? If only I'd known, I'd have had Master take him on instead. Then Master wouldn't be constantly scolding me and Senior Brother.'

Of course, Hong An had no idea what Luo Xing was thinking at the moment.

'Having witnessed cold, peerless beauty, how could one's heart be stirred by the vulgar charms of the mortal world?'

But Hong An didn't dwell on it. After all, they had already entered the private room, spent the spirit stones, and called for the girls. Even if this junior brother remained as noble as the wind and pure as frost, he was already in the game. If the matter ever came to light, he would have no guilt in selling Luo Xing out.

"Hey there, young master~ have some wine~"

"Oh~ sure~"

...

"Eat... eat..." The girl looked at Luo Xing in surprise. "I..."

"Eat." Luo Xing smiled slightly and casually picked up a piece of roasted chicken, placing it in the bowl before her. "Anyway, I can't finish so many dishes. You eat some. Consider it helping me out."

The claim that he couldn't finish was a lie, but these dishes weren't as tasty as the two small dishes he could whip up himself. He really couldn't bear to eat them.

The girl timidly glanced at Luo Xing, then carefully picked up the chopsticks and lifted the piece of chicken. She took a small bite first, and only after seeing that Luo Xing still had no reaction did she take a second bite.

A piece of roasted chicken seemed to be a rare delicacy to the girl. She stuffed it into her mouth, bones and all, chewing for a long time before she was willing to swallow.

"Not even spitting out the bones?" Luo Xing laughed. "Be careful not to choke."

Perhaps it was because he had been "oppressed" by Ye Li for too long that facing this kitten-like girl now gave him a sense of accomplishment.

"Keep eating, don't be shy." Luo Xing placed another piece of meat in her bowl. "Eat whatever you want."

Maybe the repeated gentleness from the handsome young master in front of her gradually put the girl at ease. Her eyes reddened as she picked up the chopsticks and put the meat into her mouth.

Since she came to Zhenyue Tower, this was the first time someone had been so kind to her...

And...

She secretly stole glances at Luo Xing from the corner of her eye.

'And he's so handsome...'

"What's your name?"

"Ah... cough! Ugh!"

Just as the girl was eating, Luo Xing suddenly threw out the question, startling her into choking.

"Haha... I told you not to be so nervous." Luo Xing laughed heartily, then poured her a cup of water. "Eat slowly. It's fine even if you finish everything."

'Tsk... Why is it that whenever I encounter small animals outside, I always feel like feeding them? Watching this little girl's cheeks puff up with food is indeed amusing.'

Without time to thank him, the girl picked up the teacup with both hands, swallowed the food in her throat, and then said to Luo Xing with a flushed face, "I... my name is Er Ya."

Luo Xing: "..."

'Tsk... truly a wonderful name...'

Just hearing that name made him abandon the question he had been about to ask about why she was here.

Did he even need to ask?

It must be: a gambling dad, a sick mom, a brother studying, and a shattered her.

After all, this was ancient times. What was the most worthless in ancient times?

Luo Xing was sure that this little one had most likely been sold here by her family. He couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for her and instinctively wanted to reach out and gently stroke her head.

But before his hand could even extend, Er Ya jumped back as if frightened, dodging away.

"Uh... don't be afraid..." Luo Xing's hand froze in midair. "I'm not..."

'I'm not going to hit you...'

"No... no, young master! That's not what I meant!" Er Ya waved her hands repeatedly, her face red as she explained hurriedly and nervously, "I... I'm dirty..."

She hadn't yet received any clients, so she was only allowed to bathe once every seven days.

She didn't want to stain this beautiful young master's hand with her greasy, dirty hair.

She wasn't worthy.

Luo Xing paused at her words, then smiled and shook his head. "Alright, I won't touch you then. Sit back down and continue eating."

Hearing this, Er Ya secretly sighed in relief, but along with it came a hint of disappointment.

'If only I could, just like the two beauties in Hong An's arms, lean against this young master's chest...'

'No... I can't think like that...'

'I know my place. I'm not even worthy of thinking about it...'

Er Ya silently sat back down and, at Luo Xing's request, picked up the chopsticks to continue eating.

At one point, she tried to pour wine for Luo Xing, but he declined, saying he didn't like drinking.

Luo Xing didn't know if it was a physical issue or some kind of curse, but he truly couldn't touch alcohol. Every time he did, he passed out.

"Um..." The little one had a small appetite and was soon about eighty percent full. She timidly asked Luo Xing, "Young master... are... are you a cultivator?"

Just now at the door, when "Mama" was giving instructions to the incoming sisters, she overheard some of it. She heard that the two distinguished guests inside were cultivators, and they were to do their utmost to entertain them.

She had only heard about cultivators from others—that each of them was exceptionally handsome and beautiful, capable of soaring to the heavens and diving into the earth, omnipotent, and immortal.

She had only heard, but never seen.

"Yes." Luo Xing nodded slightly. "Why? Are you afraid?"

"No... not afraid..."

Er Ya stammered her reply, but what she actually wanted to say was that if it was Luo Xing, she wasn't afraid.

"Then you should be." Luo Xing's tone turned a bit serious. "Not everyone is a good person. The same goes for cultivators..."

As he spoke, he glanced sideways at Hong An, who had completely let himself go, pouring wine into the cleavage of the girl in his arms.

'For example, this guy next to me...'

Er Ya didn't understand what Luo Xing meant, but she obediently nodded.

'He's handsome, and he gave me food, so everything he says is right.'

"Then... young master..."

"Yes?"

Er Ya asked softly, "Then... will you... not grow old?"

"Mm... not exactly..." Luo Xing took a sip of tea. "Not every cultivator is immortal. At least right now, I still age."

His lifespan was only a bit longer now. Only at the Golden Core Stage would his appearance be fixed.

Hearing this, Er Ya actually felt relieved.

'Good...'

'It's good that he'll age...'

"Young master..." Er Ya was silent for a moment, then, as if making some kind of decision, she whispered with a flushed face, "Will... will you come back again?"

Hearing this question, Luo Xing smiled slightly. "Mm, maybe I will."

He saw her as a child, so he assumed Er Ya was asking if he would come to see her again.

It was like when kids meet a relative who visits and gives them pocket money—they always ask if they'll come again and when.

But Luo Xing had clearly forgotten where he was.

Having received Luo Xing's answer, Er Ya also strengthened her resolve.

'Next time he comes, he should be older, and by then, I'll be ready...'

'If Luo Xing still looks young and handsome when he comes next time, I'll probably still be too self-conscious to even dare look at him...'

'But if he's a bit older, that would be fine. I definitely wouldn't mind...'

After chatting for a while longer, Luo Xing suddenly remembered the faint fragrance radiating from Er Ya. He wanted to ask her about it, to see if he could get any clues.

After all, someone who could make him gain skill points was definitely not ordinary.

knock, knock, knock.

Just then, someone knocked on the door. Er Ya immediately jumped down from the stool and stood respectfully beside Luo Xing.

"Who is it?" Hong An, annoyed at having his fun interrupted, showed displeasure. "We don't need anyone else here! Get out!"

But as soon as he spoke, the door was suddenly pushed open. A slick-haired, pale-faced man walked in, bending at the waist, followed by a young man in a brocade robe—elegant, spirited, and exuding an air of nobility.

The young man entered and said to Luo Xing and Hong An with a hearty laugh, "Haha, distinguished guests have arrived, and I failed to greet you from afar. Please forgive me!"