My Girlfriend Who Develops Through Development

Seeing that there was no fighting outside, An Youyu quietly pricked up her ears.

Memories flooded Lin Shu's mind, and a clear sense of pride appeared on his face as he slowly and forcefully uttered three words.

"spendthrift!"

"..."

Chapter 294 A Change of Face!

"spendthrift?"

Lin Mo and An Youyu exchanged a glance, their expressions of astonishment particularly evident.

Is this nickname definitely a compliment?

"cough--"

Lin Mo smiled sheepishly, "Mom, you're not joking with us, are you?"

Lin Shu seemed unsurprised by their reactions. "Of course not. Back then, my nickname was known to everyone in the capital, at least in high society circles."

"Well... even so, is there anything to brag about?"

Lin Shu glared at him, "Xiao Mo, don't judge things by appearances."

Lin Mo inwardly curled his lip and tossed the topic to the girl, "Little Fish, is 'spendthrift' a compliment?"

"Since Auntie says so, there must be a reason."

As An Youyu spoke, she shook her head at Lin Shu, "Auntie, you're a girl, you can't call yourself a spendthrift, at most you're a spendthrift girl."

Lin Mo: "..."

have to.

His and this girl's thought processes are completely different.

"That's right."

Lin Shu glanced at her son, her tone slightly scolding, "You should learn from the fish more often, you have no sense of propriety at all."

Lin Mo smiled wryly, "Mom, how come I'm so clueless? Didn't you say you were a spendthrift?"

"Can't a spendthrift son... no, a spendthrift daughter show off?"

"What's so great about a spendthrift woman?"

Faced with her son's question, Lin Shu replied matter-of-factly, "I just told you not to judge things by appearances. The reason I was called a spendthrift back then was because I used the Lin family's resources to invest everywhere, whether it was investing in business or training martial artists.

"However, it's difficult to see returns on my investments in the short term, especially in training martial artists. I once trained four martial artists, and your master was one of them."

Lin Mo was shocked. "What?"

Even An Youyu looked surprised.

Noticing the change in their expressions, Lin Shu continued, "The poor study literature and the rich study martial arts. In particular, martial artists who follow the path of body cultivation need a lot of medicinal herbs to repair the damage to their bodies. When I first met Brother Duan, he was only in his early twenties, and he was already a level seven body cultivator at that time."

"A level seven body cultivator in his early twenties has caused a great shock to various forces, who have successively extended olive branches to him. Unfortunately, Brother Duan rejected them all, which offended various forces, including our Lin family."

"For a level seven body cultivator to advance further, a large number of rare medicinal herbs are needed to repair the damage and old ailments of the body. The key is that rare medicinal herbs are basically controlled by major forces, and even if ordinary martial artists have enough money, it is very difficult to buy them."

"I have many strengths, but my greatest strength is my good judgment. I saw that Brother Duan had good talent, so I secretly used a large amount of medicinal resources from the Lin family to help him with his cultivation..."

"Good taste? Good taste and you still marry a scumbag? Ha!"

Before Lin Shu could finish speaking, she heard her son's low, sarcastic voice. Her face immediately turned ashen. "You little brat, are you trying to rub salt in the wound? Have I been too kind to you?"

"Cough, cough..."

Lin Mo shrank back, grabbed An Youyu, put his hands on her shoulders, and hid behind her. "Little Yu'er, I didn't say anything just now, right?"

"you said so."

"..."

Lin Shu snorted angrily, "I'll settle the score with you when we get back to Jingchuan."

Then, she continued, "To put it simply, I have done a favor for Brother Duan. Besides giving him medicinal herbs, I also saved his wife... Well, that's your master's private matter, and I can't go into details with you."

An Youyu slapped Lin Mo's hands away and exclaimed, "Looking at it this way, Auntie's judgment is indeed very good. Adding flowers to brocade is far less good than giving charcoal in the snow. Those who say you are wasteful are the real fools."

Such pleasing words brought a smile to Lin Shu's face, and her eyes revealed pride. "Facts have proven that whether it's my business investments or the martial artists I've sponsored, they've all been successful."

At this point, she raised an eyebrow at her son, "Why can't I show off?"

"I……"

Lin Mo felt wronged and muttered softly, "It's your fault for not making things clear from the beginning. You can't blame me."

"Ok?"

"My son is wrong."

An Youyu chuckled at his sudden cowardice. "Auntie, could you teach me this trick? I'll use it next time I can't argue with Lin Mo."

Lin Shu reached out and pinched the girl's cheek. "Silly girl, you can't learn this trick. Xiao Mo is afraid of me mainly because I'm his mother. It's a bloodline suppression."

"Is that so?"

An Youyu looked regretful.

Lin Mo's lips twitched, and just as he was about to speak, a cold shout came from outside the car.

Six level-eight martial artists formed an encirclement, surrounding the cliff in the very center, while the remaining martial artists formed an even larger encirclement around it.

The white-robed man who spoke earlier held a black iron fan. "I'm giving you one last chance to choose. Hand over the advancement fruit, and you and the people in the car can leave safely. Otherwise..."

"Seriously slow, hurry up and make your move."

Faced with the encirclement of dozens of martial artists, Duan Ya showed no fear whatsoever; on the contrary, he seemed rather impatient.

This gesture caused the white-robed man's face to darken instantly. "Fine! Since you insist on courting death, then don't blame us for ganging up on you."

"What are you all waiting for? Let's attack together!"

"kill!"

Someone shouted, and suddenly, a flurry of cold light appeared as various shapes of cold weapons materialized.

In an instant, figures overlapped, and the situation became extremely chaotic.

"They've made their move!"

An Youyu clutched her skirt tightly. Although she believed in her master's strength, she couldn't help but feel worried when she saw so many people attacking him at the same time.

"It doesn't matter."

Lin Shu snapped out of her daze, patted the girl's head, and gently comforted her, "These people are no match for your master."

"But there are too many of them..."

"To win by sheer quantity, the quantity must first reach a critical value. These people who want to defeat your master are simply delusional."

"really?"

As soon as An Youyu finished speaking, she heard a series of muffled groans coming from outside.

The besieged cliff still stood calmly in place. Compared to before, there were dozens more corpses on the ground, and only six level-eight martial artists remained.

The cliff face looked at the group lazily. "Why did you stop? Keep going."

"senior!"

The white-robed man threw the black iron fan in his hand to the ground and knelt down with a thud. "This junior absolutely had no intention of offending you, senior. It was all a misunderstanding. Please spare our lives, senior."

Such a reversal is comparable to that of a master of face-changing!

The remaining five martial artists all showed disdain on their faces. They exchanged glances and immediately reached a tacit understanding, preparing to attack again.

At this moment, the man in white robes shouted, "Everyone, don't be reckless! This senior in front of us is level ten!"

Chapter 295 Just run!

Level 10 martial artist?

The men who were about to make their move suddenly stopped, their expressions stiff as they turned to look at the man in white.

The white-robed man's expression was bitter, and his eyes, looking at the precipice, held a hint of fear. "Didn't you see that from our exchange just now?"

The other five level-eight martial artists recalled the brief exchange they had just had and the terrifying speed that Duan Ya had displayed.

Especially that fatal strike; even a level seven martial artist couldn't withstand a single, casual finger strike from Duanya.

For a moment, the group found themselves in a dilemma.

According to their plan, they would first use the combined strength of everyone to kill Duan Ya, and the ownership of the advancement fruit would depend entirely on their own abilities.

Unexpectedly, the first step of the plan failed, and in one encounter, only the six of them remained.

If the opponent is truly a level 10 martial artist, the six of them who are level 8 martial artists are definitely no match for him. Moreover, judging from the speed at which the opponent is displaying his abilities, they might not even be able to escape.

They can't win a fight, and they can't escape either.

How to do?

"Misunderstand?"

Duan Ya looked at the white-robed man kneeling on the ground, his eyes filled with mockery. "You think it's a misunderstanding? If you can beat me, then it's probably not a misunderstanding, right?"

"You're joking, senior."

The man in white robes embodied the word 'shameless' to the fullest. When faced with Duan Ya's question, he replied with a serious expression: "This matter is a misunderstanding. From the beginning, I was only trying to persuade you to hand over the advancement fruit, and I had no intention of killing you."

"In the world of ancient martial arts, it is common for martial artists to fight over treasures. I believe you are aware of this as well. In other words, fighting for treasures is a very common thing. It is the capable who will possess them."

"So it was only natural that we juniors offended you just now. Please be merciful and leave us a way out."

After saying all that, his true intention was revealed in the last sentence.

His purpose was very simple, just two words!

Stay alive!

From Duan Ya's brief attack just now, he keenly sensed that Duan Ya was holding back. More importantly, Duan Ya never pulled out the sword from the ground on the front of the car, choosing to fight with his bare hands the whole time.