Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny

Chapter 2468: Chapter 2469: Probably... Tonight!

"Nothing much, I just wanted to give you a welcome, that’s all. Surely Mr. Xue isn’t so timid that he can’t even handle this, right!"

Mengzhu Xiong stared deeply at Xue An, wanting to see a trace of panic in this young man’s eyes.

But he was disappointed.

He saw the white-robed youth standing there lazily and carelessly, his face wearing a completely indifferent smile even in the face of his "provocation."

At the same time, the soldiers under Mengzhu Xiong began to clamor noisily.

"Yeah, since this Mr. Xue is so powerful, there’s no way he’d be scared, right!"

"He’s not planning to hide behind the Holy Maiden and keep his mouth shut, is he? Tsk tsk, if he hides behind a woman, he doesn’t count as a man."

In short, every kind of nasty remark came out.

Mengzhu Nasa’s expression instantly grew extremely ugly, and she said coldly,

"Mengzhu Xiong, if your subordinates dare spout such nonsense again—"

Before she could finish, she saw Xue An chuckle lightly and wave his hand.

"Miss Nasha, no need to say more. Since this Squadron Leader is just trying to show his ’welcome,’ I naturally should respond in kind!"

As he spoke, Xue An slowly extended his hand and clasped it together with Mengzhu Xiong’s.

Compared to Mengzhu Xiong’s hand, as large as a palm-leaf fan, Xue An’s hand was slender and elegant, almost like a woman’s; once the two hands were clasped, the contrast was even more striking.

The soldiers under Mengzhu Xiong all revealed cold smiles.

In their eyes, as long as the Squadron Leader exerted himself just a little, he would definitely be able to crush this guy’s hand into powder.

Mengzhu Xiong thought the same.

Although he wouldn’t go so far as to use truly vicious force, he was still human, still a man.

Everything that had just happened had long since filled his heart with anger, so he decided to give this youth a small lesson right in front of the woman he loved.

So his palm slowly tightened.

Crack crack crack...

Along with the popping of joints, a tremendous force surged toward Xue An’s palm.

A trace of a cold smile appeared at the corner of Mengzhu Xiong’s lips.

In his view, this one squeeze alone was enough to make this white-robed youth suffer.

But next, the smile on his face froze.

Because to his horror, he discovered that all the strength he was pouring in vanished like a clay ox entering the sea, not even stirring up the slightest ripple.

What’s going on?

Just as he was filled with shock and doubt, he saw Xue An lift his eyes and give him a smile.

"Since you’re being so enthusiastic, I won’t stand on ceremony either."

As the words fell, Mengzhu Xiong felt a surging, majestic power crash toward him.

The force was so great that he didn’t even have time to resist.

With a crack, his palm shattered on the spot.

Agonizing pain swept through him; Mengzhu Xiong’s face went pale, yet he forcibly held back and did not let out a single sound.

At the same time, Xue An stepped back and said calmly, "Pardon my rudeness."

The entire field fell silent at first, then a low uproar rose.

The soldiers who had all believed their Squadron Leader would win without a doubt were utterly dumbfounded.

"How is that possible? The one who lost was actually the Squadron Leader?"

"Did I see that right? The Squadron Leader’s hand was crushed!"

Amid the exclamations, Mengzhu Xiong stared fixedly at Xue An.

Xue An met his gaze with a faint smile, completely unconcerned.

Only after a long moment did Mengzhu Xiong finally exhale a long breath. "Thank you for letting me off lightly."

"No need to be polite," Xue An said indifferently.

Mengzhu Xiong turned and left, at the same time using his other hand to grasp the injured one and give it a fierce squeeze.

Crack crack crack—accompanied by a series of tooth-aching bone-grinding sounds, the injured hand of Mengzhu Xiong recovered as good as new.

"Squadron Leader!"

"Squadron Leader!"

When he returned to the ranks, the soldiers cried out in alarm one after another.

"We’re leaving!" Mengzhu Xiong said coldly.

"But..."

Someone wanted to say more, but under Mengzhu Xiong’s stern gaze, they all obediently shut their mouths, and then, led by him, the soldiers retreated like a receding tide.

After they left, the taut string in Mengzhu Nasa’s heart finally loosened; she let out a long breath, then looked at Xue An with a face full of apology and said,

"Mr. Xue, I’m really sorry. Our Squadron Leader just has a bit of a bad temper. I hope you won’t take it personally!"

Xue An smiled. "I don’t mind that. I’m just a little curious why he harbors such hostility toward me."

Mengzhu Nasa’s face flushed red; she was tongue-tied.

"Alright, Miss Nasha, your clansmen are all calling you over to play. I won’t keep you company any longer."

With that, Xue An turned and walked toward the stands.

Watching his back, Mengzhu Nasa suddenly felt that this seemingly easygoing youth was in fact extremely difficult to approach.

She couldn’t help but fall into a slight daze.

Just then, a soft female voice came from beside her.

"Do you like him that much?"

Mengzhu Nasa turned her head and saw that the one speaking was MengZhu Mei, the High Priest by the Moon Goddess’s throne.

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"I don’t even know if this counts as ’liking,’ but when I’m with him I just feel an inexplicable sense of safety, and I feel very happy."

Looking at the earnest expression on Mengzhu Nasa’s face, the High Priest MengZhu Mei couldn’t help but sigh.

"Nasha, listen to me and take my advice: don’t fall in love with this man. You can feel gratitude, but don’t invest your feelings."

Mengzhu Nasa was stunned. "Why?"

"Because..." MengZhu Mei gazed deeply at Xue An, who had already walked off into the distance. "I have a very strong premonition that this man’s background is absolutely not simple. He’s not someone that a small tribe like ours can cling to in the first place!"

Mengzhu Nasa looked a little blank, but then she quickly said very seriously, "But in my view, feelings are the purest thing. There’s no difference in status that can’t be made up for by pure feelings."

After she finished, she walked away resolutely.

Watching her back, MengZhu Mei gave a bitter smile and murmured, "Silly girl, haven’t you realized yet? In this youth’s eyes, you don’t exist at all. Not only you, but our entire tribe, even the entire Jingman Clan—he hasn’t taken any of us into his eyes."

"If that’s the case, any feelings you give will only be unrequited self-inflicted suffering."

With that, she shook her head, sighed, and turned to leave as well.

Meanwhile, up on the stands, Yue Qinghuan looked at Xue An with some amusement and said softly,

"With your current Cultivation Level and realm, was it really necessary to play the tough guy against such a small fry?"

"Play the tough guy?" Xue An smiled and shook his head. "I don’t have that kind of idle mood. He insisted on testing me, so I just gave him a chance."

"You could say I simply fulfilled his wish."

Yue Qinghuan curled her lips.

She found that she was starting to like this expression more and more.

"Honestly, what are you planning to do next? Are you really going to just stay in this tribe long-term?"

"Of course not, because it won’t be long before certain existences can’t sit still any longer."

"Won’t be long? How long exactly?"

"Roughly... it’ll be tonight."

Xue An tilted his head back to look at the dazzling Starry Sky. At the same time, a tiny figure formed from a fruit pit suddenly flew out of the darkness and came to his ear, as if whispering something softly to him.