Chapter 13
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Chapter 13: The Truth of the World
“Cough, cough, cough…” You You choked on her tea, stunned by his bold words.
Yin Fan spoke with utter seriousness. When she didn’t respond, he pressed urgently, “Miss You, I’m a worthy candidate! Consider me! Though I can’t rival sect cultivators, my martial arts are strong, my looks rank high in Shangyang City, and I’m tough and capable. I’ll surely satisfy…”
Lin Feng abruptly clamped a hand over Yin Fan’s mouth, dragging him backward.
“Lin Feng! Release me!” Yin Fan snarled after breaking free, glaring. “I wasn’t finished!”
“What were you thinking?” Lin Feng shot back, mortified. “Your words were utterly improper!”
“Improper? I spoke the truth!” Yin Fan retorted, sneering. “Don’t pretend none of you harbor such thoughts!”
Lin Feng stiffened, his eyes darting nervously toward You You. “Enough! You’re embarrassing her!”
“Embarrassing?!” Yin Fan’s voice rose. “I’m not a hypocrite like you! I like her and want to offer myself—why hide it? If you’re too cowardly, I’ll speak!”
He stomped back to You You, face flushed but determined. “Miss You, will you take me as your husband servant?”
“Cough, cough—” You You wheezed harder.
“Yin Fan!” Lin Feng seethed.
Ignoring him, Yin Fan demanded, “Give me a clear answer. If not, I’ll ask again later!”
“You’re… a good person,” You You rasped, recovering.
Yin Fan’s hopeful expression crumpled. His broad frame seemed to shrink as he pleaded, “Reconsider? Even a minor servant role—I don’t need status!”
What fresh madness was this?
“No. Impossible. Not suitable,” she stated flatly.
Three verbal blows struck Yin Fan. He hunched like a kicked pup, drawing sympathetic gazes from teammates.
“What’re you staring at?” he snapped. “If even I—a prominent family heir—failed, you strange people stand no chance!”
The group froze, collective gloom descending like a suffocating fog.
“Yin Fan!” Lin Feng barked. “Too far!”
Regret flashed across Yin Fan’s face. “I spoke rashly. My fault.”
You You blinked in confusion. “What are ‘strange people’?”
Shocked silence followed. “You don’t know?!”
“Should I?”
“Cultivators rarely encounter them,” Yin Fan hastily explained. “Ignore the rumors—they’re no different from others!”
“Exactly!” Liu Qing interjected anxiously. “We brothers are decent folk!”
“Noble ladies seldom meet strange people,” Lin Feng added. “But prominent families harbor true monsters.”
You You frowned. “Why call me ‘noble lady’?”
“Because you’re female,” someone answered matter-of-factly.
“What’s special about that?”
The men gaped. “Females are inherently noble. All men must revere them.”
“What?!”
Lin Feng recalled her “amnesia.” “Shall I explain?”
As the team elaborated, You You’s worldview shattered.
This wasn’t the xianxia realm she’d imagined. Here, women comprised under 10% of the population—precious “noble ladies” sheltered in cities. The border city’s all-male crowds made sense now.
“But how does society sustain itself?” she exclaimed.
Lin Feng exchanged glances with his comrades. “Because of… strange people.”
“…”
