I’m Writing a Diary in a Fantasy World — I Really Am Not a 'Cao Thief'! Chapter 158.1 : A Reckless Fool? (Part 1)

Chu Ge rely set Xu Yan down and did not spare him another glance.

At this mont, he also noticed Wu Xiao approaching at a leisurely pace. He glanced at him briefly, then withdrew his gaze.

Seeing this, Wu Xiao's expression grew even darker. He headed straight toward Chu Ge. The surrounding crowd, noticing the look on his face, hurriedly made way, afraid of being dragged into trouble.

Suddenly, he caught sight of Yuan Jue and Ying Qingjue beside Chu Ge. With just one look, his heart began to burn with desire.

When he noticed Mu Qinglan standing nearby, the heat in his eyes subsided slightly.

Mu Qinglan frowned as she watched Wu Xiao approach.

As fellow prodigies of the Wanqing Imperial Dynasty, she and Wu Xiao had no personal relationship, but they had crossed paths a few tis before. Naturally, she had so understanding of this young master of the Wu family from Lingxiao Ancient City.

It could be said that every vice common to spoiled young nobles was present in Wu Xiao.

Yet, unfortunately, he possessed exceptionally strong cultivation talent. As a result, even in Lingxiao Ancient City, he was soone who could act with complete impunity.

"Who are you? You've got so nerve! How dare you ruin this young master's business!"

Wu Xiao stopped in front of Chu Ge. Seeing Chu Ge's refined and otherworldly handso appearance up close only made him feel even more displeased.

Yet despite speaking to Chu Ge, Wu Xiao's gaze remained fixed on Yuan Jue and Ying Qingjue beside him.

Although Ying Qingjue's natural bearing caused an inexplicable sense of unease in his heart, he did not feel much true fear.

Across the entire Wanqing Imperial Dynasty, there were not many among the younger generation who could make him wary—and each of them was firmly etched into his mory.

The young man before him was clearly not among those he needed to fear.

Yuan Jue's gaze gradually turned cold. One jade-like hand had already co to rest on the hilt of her sword.

Wu Xiao's gaze greatly displeased her, and his hostile attitude toward Chu Ge stirred murderous intent within her heart.

Having already regarded Chu Ge as the sole anchor of her life, Yuan Jue would tolerate no one showing him even the slightest disrespect.

Wu Xiao noticed Yuan Jue's movent as well, but instead of restraining himself, the desire in his eyes only grew more intense.

A woman who naturally carried such a cold and alluring aura, with both looks and figure reaching perfection—he had encountered very few like her in his life.

And on the rare occasions he had, they were all existences he feared or could not afford to provoke.

But this ti—he had truly struck gold!

Wu Xiao felt that today was his lucky day.

First, he had defeated Xu Yan, who had pestered him for a long ti, gaining considerable prestige.

Now, he had run into two won he could make a move on—both breathtakingly beautiful. The thought alone filled him with delight!

"If you no longer wish to keep your eyes, I wouldn't mind helping you with that."

Chu Ge's calm voice rang out, causing Wu Xiao to freeze slightly and pull his gaze back.

He looked at Chu Ge again, pointing first at Chu Ge, then at himself.

"Where did this reckless fool co from? Aren't you afraid the wind will make you bite your tongue?"

"Do you even know where this is—or who I am?"

Wu Xiao sneered. He sensed no danger whatsoever from Chu Ge.

No matter how he looked at him, Chu Ge was nothing more than an ordinary Fourth Heaven cultivator.

Such a level might count for sothing elsewhere.

But in his eyes, he was rely a slightly larger ant.

"Wu Xiao, what are you trying to do?"

Mu Qinglan stepped forward, the middle-aged man known as Uncle Lin following closely behind her.

Her brows were knit together, warning clearly visible in her eyes.

"Oh? Miss Mu? What a coincidence to run into you here. But this young master doesn't have ti to catch up with you right now—my apologies."

Wu Xiao turned his head and replied in a flippant tone. Imdiately after, his gaze once again fell upon Yuan Jue and Ying Qingjue.

The longer he looked, the more fervent the fire in his heart beca.