I'm farming treasure chests in the female-oriented world.

Chapter 16 Tracing the Origins

Xia Xue stood there, looking dejected.

Shen Yan followed Xia Yao for a couple of steps. Xia Yao turned her head and glanced at her. Shen Yan immediately understood and stepped back.

"Miss Xue, would you like to come along? Those are all the president's friends; it wouldn't hurt to get to know them."

Xia Xue blinked.

Has Shen Yan misunderstood something again?

What she's disappointed about isn't the lack of friends, but the lack of a female lead.

Forget it.

Destroy it.

Xia Xue nodded.

"it is good."

Following Xia Yao's example, Xia Xue reached for a glass of red wine, but Shen Yan quickly stopped her and instructed the waiter, "Prepare a glass of orange juice for Miss Xue."

Xia Xue: ……

Is she being treated like a child?

Xia Yao and Ruan Ling's small circle quickly became a "must-visit spot," with people casually strolling over from time to time to toast Xia Yao and discuss business.

Xia Xue remained in the background throughout, only listening to Shen Yan whisper in her ear introducing the identities and backgrounds of these people one by one, instantly making the essential lesson of "recognizing people" come alive.

It can be considered both educational and entertaining.

More than half an hour later, when most of the people had been recognized.

Someone raised a glass to Shen Yan, and this time Shen Yan didn't just return the toast, but walked over to them.

"Phew, Shen Yan is finally gone."

After all, Shen Yan also has her own social circle.

It's impossible to waste all my time on her.

"Finally, get out of class is over."

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, Xia Xue quickly slipped to an empty long table, picked up the dessert on it, and began to enjoy it.

"Hmm, the taste is really good. It's a pity that the people who come here are only thinking about socializing. Who would appreciate your delicious food?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a gasp of surprise came from not far away.

"Mmm, delicious."

Xia Xue turned her head and saw a round-faced girl in a light blue Confucian dress with her hair in a bun standing in front of another long table. Just like her, she was showing off a plate of desserts as if no one else was around.

Noticing Xia Xue's gaze, she glanced at her and was about to look away when she suddenly noticed something. She paused, tilted her head, and carefully examined Xia Xue for a moment. Her eyes lit up, she put down the dessert she hadn't finished eating, clapped her hands, straightened her clothes, and slowly walked towards Xia Xue, bowing in greeting.

"This humble Taoist priest, Nanli, greets fellow Daoist."

As Nanli's voice rang out, a system notification followed.

"Guest appearance in 'Young Master of Beijing Circle, Get Out of My Way, I'm Here to Renouncing Worldly Life, Not to Form Bonds,' open the treasure chest..."

"Max Level Mystic Art: Tracing the Origin".

"Tracing the source: seeing the big picture from the small details, understanding the significance from the subtle, tracing back to the origin, and knowing the coming of autumn from a single leaf."

"Max level trait: Silent and stealthy."

This round-faced girl is actually the female lead?

It's truly a case of "the flowers you plant with care may not bloom, while the willows you plant unintentionally may thrive."

Huh, it's actually a top-tier divination technique!

Wow, this time, I've really struck gold!

Wait, mystical arts.

Could it be that there really are mystical cultivators in this world?

Nanli saw that Xia Xue did not return the greeting, but was just looking at her with a smile, seemingly lost in thought. She raised an eyebrow and bowed again.

"May I ask, friend, which sacred mountain do you cultivate on?"

Xia Xue, unaware of the proper etiquette, simply did not reply; not knowing her origins, she simply did not answer.

But not saying anything at all won't work either.

Xia Xue's heart skipped a beat, and she replied in a casual tone:

"you guess?"

Nanli stood up, a hint of helplessness on her face.

"Fellow Daoist, are you testing me?"

Nanli wasn't angry; she simply straightened her sleeves and wore a confident smile.

"I happen to have some insights into the art of deduction."

A glint of light flashed in Nanli's eyes.

"I'm sorry."

While carefully examining Xia Xue's face, Nan Li was simultaneously making calculations with her left hand.

Xia Xue instantly sensed a strong gaze coming from the direction of Nanli.

Xia Xue understood clearly.

It turns out that when this deduction technique is applied to people, it creates such a strong sense of being spied on.

No wonder Nanli apologized first.

The "silent and undetectable" feature is probably meant to eliminate this feeling of being spied on.

Wait a minute, I think I felt the same way when I was standing on the balcony the night before last, but I just thought it was routine surveillance by the bodyguards and didn't take it seriously.

"Could it be that someone used divination techniques to predict my fate the night before last?"

A cold glint flashed in Xia Xue's eyes.

Who is it?

Thinking back to the malice I sensed before entering the venue.

I fear the visitors are up to no good.

"Fellow Daoist carries the blood of the Shen family. Could it be that you are from the Shen family of Huangliang?"

Huangliang, the Shen family?

Xia Xue narrowed her eyes slightly.

"The Yellow Millet Dream," by Shen Jiji, "The Pillow Book."

Could it be that this Shen is the same Shen as that Shen?

Could it be that my mother's family are members of the Xuanmen (Taoist sect)?

"Strange, fellow Daoist's fate is elusive and uncertain, seemingly without a fixed course."

The past is a settled matter; how can it not be a predetermined fate?

"What kind of tactic is this?"

Nanli tried for a long time, but finally gave up, shaking her head and sighing.

"Indeed, there is always someone better. I admire your skills, fellow Daoist. I apologize for disturbing you."

After saying that, Nanli turned to leave.

Xia Xue then spoke up at the opportune moment, saying, "Xia Xue, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Nanli turned around, tilted her head, and looked at Xia Xue in surprise for a long time before suddenly realizing, "I was being too attached to appearances. When you enter the mortal world, you should blend in with the world. My name is Jiang Li, and it's a pleasure to meet you."

Xia Yao glanced in Xia Xue's direction and asked Ruan Ling, "Um, which family's daughter is she?"

Ruan Ling swirled her wine glass, glanced at Xia Yao in the direction of her gaze, and replied with a smile, "It's normal that you don't know her. She's the youngest daughter of the Jiang family. She's been frail and sickly since childhood and was sent to a Taoist temple deep in the mountains to recuperate when she was young. She was only recently brought back."

"The Jiang family?" Xia Yao pondered for a moment. "The Jiang family has a very strict family tradition and is low-key and reserved. They are worth befriending."

With that in mind, Xia Yao stopped paying attention to Xia Xue's affairs.

The overhead lights in the show venue went out, the floor lights on the runway came on, and upbeat music started playing from the speakers all around. The screens on the entire wall stopped playing their screensavers, and a bright-looking girl with a radiant smile walked out from backstage and onto the runway.

Xia Xue and Nan Li ate desserts and chatted about them, creating a very harmonious atmosphere.

Feeling thirsty, Xia Xue picked up the orange juice beside her and was about to drink when she suddenly stopped when the glass reached her lips.

"This tastes wrong!"

Moreover, just now, she seemed uneasy, as if something big was about to happen.

"Could it be..."

Xia Xue frowned slightly, wrinkled her nose gently, and used her inner energy to enhance her nasal passages, carefully smelling the orange juice in the glass.

"poisonous!"

There was definitely a problem!

"Someone wants to kill her!"

Xia Xue's gaze instantly turned icy.

Nan Li noticed Xia Xue's movements and sensed the change in Xia Xue's aura. She glanced at the orange juice in Xia Xue's hand and instantly understood what was going on. She quickly took two steps back to maintain a safe distance, spread her hands to show that she meant no harm, and then politely asked, "Do you need any help?"

Xia Xue shook her head and gave a cold laugh.

"No need, that's perfect. I also have some insights into the art of deduction."

Xia Xue stared at the orange juice in her hand, her left hand rapidly calculating, her internal energy constantly being depleted, and images flashing through her mind from time to time, finally settling on a middle-aged man wearing a gray coat.

"Found it."

Xia Xuechong nodded to Nanli.

Excuse me for a moment.

After saying that, he flashed and quickly disappeared into the dark venue.

Looking in the direction where Xia Xue disappeared, Nan Li clicked her tongue twice.

"This fellow Daoist Xia Xue, your skills are truly superb."

Judging from his speed and agility alone, he must be using at least internal force.

"Judging from its style, it seems to be Baguazhang."

Nanli shook her head.

"Baguazhang is widely spread and has been passed down in various schools, making it difficult to determine one's lineage from it."

The most likely candidate is the Shen family of Huangliang.

However, the Shen family of Huangliang does not pass down their lineage through bloodlines. Although Xia Xue has the blood of the Shen family, she is not necessarily a cultivator of the Huangliang lineage.

"I really envy people who are good at kung fu."

She was knowledgeable in martial arts, but her actual martial arts skills were quite ordinary.

Even now, he has only just barely entered the Ming Jin stage.

Nanli shuddered as she recalled the days she spent on the mountain.

"Practicing mystical arts is exhausting, requiring the grueling practice of 'three cold winters and three hot summers.' Humph, let whoever wants to learn it, learn it; I'm not going to."

Nanli's eyes lit up as she thought of something, and she murmured to herself:

"By the way, doesn't martial arts make your skin worse? How does she maintain her skin? Her martial arts are so high, yet her skin is still so good. It's unfair. Hmm, I'd like to ask Xia Xue what cosmetics she uses when I have the chance, and maybe I can borrow a couple of sets."