Chapter Four: The Master of Flirtation Makes His Entrance!

The next day.

Wang Ran rose early, and wherever he went, whomever he saw, everything felt different. His golden finger had awakened; glory and success were just around the corner!

He strode into a hall within the sect where tasks were posted, flinging his wide sleeves with an air of unrestrained elegance. Although it was still early, several disciples were already inside, selecting tasks.

This was the task distribution center of the Only Me Sect. Some assignments here were issued by the sect, while others were offered by disciples themselves. One could select suitable tasks and, upon completion, receive corresponding rewards—some in spirit jade, some in cultivation resources. In essence, it was a system in which everyone took what they needed.

Today, Wang Ran had come to issue a task of his own.

As soon as he entered the hall, quite a few people turned to look at him.

“Hey, isn’t that Wang Ran?”
“He’s still stuck at the peak of Qi Condensation, as expected.”
“I heard the great Dao Comprehension Competition is coming up in a couple of days. If he doesn’t manage to break through to Foundation Establishment, he’ll be demoted to a mere menial disciple!”
“He deserves it, honestly. All of us outer disciples are in the Foundation Establishment realm. Why should someone at Qi Condensation enjoy the same resources as us?”
“…"

A flurry of gossip swirled around him. Wang Ran glanced over and sneered.

“What’s everyone staring at? Is it because I’m so much better looking than you lot?”

The crowd: “Huh?”

“Huh, what? Each and every one of you looks like a misshapen fruit. Just stepping outside, you’re ruining the Only Me Sect’s image!”

The crowd: “…”

“Ding-dong, congratulations to Host Wang Ran for inflicting a minor psychological shock on the outer disciples, earning one Dao Attainment point!”

“Hm?”

Wang Ran was momentarily stunned.

That worked? Seems these outer disciples really hadn’t seen much of the world. Such fragile hearts, just a few words and they were rattled.

Satisfied with his newly earned Dao Attainment point, Wang Ran sauntered over to the task hall’s steward. “I’d like to issue a task!”

“What kind of task would Senior Brother like to post?” asked the young female disciple in charge, favoring Wang Ran with a gentle smile.

Wang Ran flicked his hair. “The task itself is unimportant. What I truly wish to know is your lovely name, Junior Sister. What is your surname, little one?”

“Um, my surname is Yan…”

“Beautiful as jade, I see. I have a golden house just for you!”

At Wang Ran’s teasing, the young woman’s face flushed red as an apple, undeniably charming.

Wang Ran grinned mischievously. “Junior Sister, do you have a Dao companion? If not, would you like one? If you do, would you consider trading up? If not, maybe there’s room for one more—give it some thought.”

The young woman lowered her eyes, shyly replying, “Senior Brother, please don’t tease me. Let’s handle your task first.”

“All right, Junior Sister.” Wang Ran adopted a serious air, took a scroll from his satchel, and said, “I’d like to post a missing person notice. Whoever finds this person for me will be rewarded with a piece of spirit jade!”

The young woman glanced at the scroll and saw a lifelike portrait of a man in black, with a small chick tattoo on his arm. Every detail of the drawing, even the glint in his eyes, was rendered with uncanny skill, a testament to the artist’s mastery.

“This is so realistic! Did you draw this yourself, Senior Brother?”

“Indeed. I dashed it off with my toes this morning while washing up—took a quick bathroom break in the middle, too,” Wang Ran replied, hands clasped behind his back, projecting the image of a true master.

“I never imagined Senior Brother to be so talented—and so generous, offering a whole spirit jade just for a missing person notice. You must be destined for greatness,” she said, her eyes bright with admiration and bashfulness.

“Junior Sister flatters me. It’s a trifling matter, unworthy of mention,” Wang Ran replied, not meeting her gaze, the picture of a gentleman.

“Ding-dong, congratulations to Host Wang Ran for earning the admiration of Junior Sister Yan Wanrou. Peach Blossom Luck +1!”

Hearing this, Wang Ran kept his composure outwardly, but inside he was astonished.

Peach Blossom Luck as a reward? There’s such a thing?

He quickly sought out more information from his system. Whenever the host received the admiration of the opposite sex, a hidden feature—Peach Blossom Luck—would be triggered. The more points accrued, the greater his affinity with women.

At this moment, his personal information had changed:

Host: Wang Ran
Level: Peak Qi Condensation
Dao Arts: None
Dao Attainment: Six points
Peach Blossom Luck: One point

Silently closing the system, Wang Ran was filled with emotion.

The women in this world of immortals truly had pure hearts—he’d barely spoken to her, and already she admired him. It seemed his reputation as a heartthrob would soon sweep across the continent.

At this moment, the young woman’s cheeks were still rosy. “Senior Brother, please wait a moment. I’ll post your missing person notice right away.”

“Mm…” Wang Ran nodded, then remembered something, and gently took her arm. “Wait, Junior Sister. Let me add a few more details.”

Though this gesture meant little to Wang Ran, it sent waves crashing through the young woman’s heart. Even through the sleeve of her robe, she could clearly feel the warmth of his strong hand.

Thump-thump-thump…

Her heartbeat quickened uncontrollably, her entire chest trembling.

“Ding-dong, congratulations to Host Wang Ran for inflicting a moderate psychological shock on Junior Sister Yan Wanrou. Dao Attainment +2!”

Wang Ran shook his head inwardly.

Another maiden lost to love, it seemed.

But what could he do? Blame his own irresistible good looks.

He picked up the scroll, pondered a moment, then added a few lines of text.

Soon, the young woman took the scroll, glanced at it, and praised, “Senior Brother, you have such a way with words. I’ll get this posted right away.”

Wang Ran smiled faintly, nodded, and left.

He was searching for the assassin who had escaped the previous day. Fortunately, Wang Ran had been a multi-talented gentleman before crossing over, with some skill in sketching, allowing him to produce the portrait.

A piece of spirit jade was a considerable reward, especially to the menial disciples, whose yearly wages amounted to only five pieces. The posting of this task would undoubtedly cause a stir.

Soon enough, a crowd gathered before the notice, pointing and whispering about the portrait.

In addition to the likeness, there was a descriptive note:

"Last night in the Purple Bamboo Grove, I exchanged blows with a black-clad assassin. He used a lightness skill to dash across water and escaped swiftly, but I noticed a tattoo of a braised chicken wing on his arm. If anyone knows who he is, kindly let him know—I’ll be waiting for him tonight in the Purple Bamboo Grove."