Chapter 379 Using Cultivation to Woo Girls? It’s Big Brother’s style — Can’t Compare!

Chapter 379 Using Cultivation to Woo Girls? It's Big Brother's style — Can't Compare!

?As Chen Yulan's hands rested lightly on Zhang Wei's chest, her touch gentle yet tentative, a hint of vulnerability peeked through her usually composed demeanor.

The air around them seemed charged with an unspoken tension, a mix of past memories and present emotions weaving an intricate maze.

From within, the voice of the system, chimed in with an observation that carried a hint of amusement. [Host, you are the first person I have ever seen that used cultivation to woo girls.]

Zhang Wei's internal response was lighthearted, a silent chuckle echoing in his thoughts. 'Isn't that good?'

The system, however, wasn't finished. [You just made her fall intentionally using the wind beneath her legs, didn't you?] it accused, its tone a mix of exasperation and resignation. nove(l)bi(n.)com

Zhang Wei offered no verbal response, but his lips curved into a knowing smile. He couldn't deny the truth in the system's words. He had indeed orchestrated the moment, a subtle manipulation of the elements to recreate a scene from their shared past.

Years ago, a similar incident had unfolded. A younger, more naive Chen Yulan had once declared her desire to marry someone like him – a protector, a guardian.

Zhang Wei, ever the provocateur, had playfully challenged her, asking why not him instead of someone like him.

The conversation, innocent and unguarded, had left an impression on both of them, though neither had dwelled on it at the time, and it would have been forever buried if not for the today's events.

Now, as they climbed the mountain path, that childhood innocence seemed to cast a long shadow over Chen Yulan. The memory, once buried under years of growing up and facing life's realities, resurfaced with a newfound significance.

As they reached the summit, the scene that unfolded before them was a blend of desolation and natural beauty.

Some of these precious flowers found their way stealthily into his inventory, hidden from plain sight.

Chen Yulan, trailing behind him, watched his movements with a mixture of curiosity and hesitation. "Do you need these orchids?" she finally asked, her tone indicating a willingness to assist.

"Yes," Zhang Wei replied simply, his attention still on the delicate task of harvesting the flowers.

Chen Yulan stepped forward and began to help, her fingers carefully extracting the orchids from their natural bed. "You could have asked me to help as well," she said, her voice carrying a hint of reproach masked with a gentle smile. Zhang Wei acknowledged her assistance with a perfunctory nod, continuing with his work.

After a moment of silent cooperation, Chen Yulan offered a piece of advice, her voice soft, "...Wei... Sometimes it's better if you learn to rely on people, and not do everything by yourself."

Zhang Wei paused, considering her words. With a philosophical air, he countered, "It's even better to know there is no one behind you, and you have to do everything by yourself at the end of the day. Better than daydreaming, right?" His response was light-hearted, but the underlying message was clear – independence was a virtue he held dear.

With a playful wink and a mischievous grin, he added, "Since you are so insistent on becoming the one with a great heart, I'll take a break. All the flowers are up to you to collect!" He then turned and strode away, his voice floating back in a teasing tone, "Don't leave a single one, or I'll abandon you here..."

Left alone amidst the ruins and the wild orchids, Chen Yulan stood momentarily stunned, her eyes reflecting a mix of surprise and resignation. With a soft sigh, she shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips at Zhang Wei's antics.

She then turned her attention back to the flowers, her hands moving with careful precision and a newfound sense of responsibility.

Perched on the edge of the past and present, Zhang Wei found solace under the shade of an ancient tree, its branches stretching out like arms into the vastness of the sky.

He gazed down upon Fengshen town, its buildings and streets a miniature playground from his elevated vantage point.

The act of smoking a cigarette seemed almost ritualistic, each puff a pause in the continuous flow of time, a momentary escape.

The smoke spiraled upwards, mingling with the mountain air, as Zhang Wei's thoughts drifted into a rare state of introspection. "Back to where it all began, the circle of life..." he mused quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

The contemplative expression etched across his face was uncharacteristic, revealing a depth often concealed beneath his usual confidence and playful demeanor. "You don't know what happens after death, neither do we know what comes before birth... Possibly nothing?" His words hung in the air, a philosophical query into the mysteries of existence.