Chapter 80 Charm Skill

Chapter 80: Charm Skill

Ling Qingjue had never been praised like this before. How could a young cat withstand such teasing? His cheeks flushed, and he quickly turned his head away, muttering under his breath, "Sweet talk..."

Fortunately, the lights were off in the room, so Meng Shu couldn't see the blush on his face.

Meng Shu pursed his lips and smiled, lowering his gaze. "I never went to school, how could I know sweet talk? Every word is from my heart."

Humans are full of tricks.

Humans know how to lure little cats.

Humans... well, maybe they're not so bad.

Ling Qingjue successfully convinced himself and pretended to watch TV. "I don't believe you."

Meng Shu kept smiling. He took out a storage pouch and handed it to Ling Qingjue.

"The coins inside should be enough for you. If you need me to run errands, just let me know."

Ling Qingjue didn't bother to open the pouch to check the amount. He had been using the Spirit Mirror to observe Meng Shu all day, so he already knew what the man had done.

His heart felt a little tight. Those potions were his gift to Meng Shu for self-protection, and now Meng Shu had sold them just for him.

He should have brewed more.

Meng Shu sensed his hidden emotions and gently tugged at his sleeve. "What's wrong?"

"...Is ten billion a lot?"

Meng Shu feigned anger. "Of course it's a lot! Don't ever ask for that much again. That's just being unreasonable."

"Why didn't you keep those potions for yourself?"

Meng Shu was even more surprised. "Were they really for me?"

Who else could it be!

Ling Qingjue found it both amusing and frustrating. He lowered his eyes. "What did you think I gave you the potions for? To keep them safe for me?"

Meng Shu was struck by the realization. Every cell in his body seemed to cheer with joy. A slow smile crept across his face as he drawled, "So that's how it is..."

His fingers slid down to Ling Qingjue's wrist, seeming to tease him unintentionally. "You wanted to give me a gift? Why didn't you just say so?"

"..."

Ling Qingjue felt the restless little movements and looked down but didn't pull away. Instead, he gave a lazy smile with an indescribable cold elegance. His pale lips curled. "Is this considered seduction? Is this all you've got?"

Meng Shu held his breath. "I'm trying my best..."

Ling Qingjue said, "Pretty low-level, isn't it?"

Meng Shu let out a sigh. He didn't have the nerve to flirt anymore. "I learned it from TV dramas..."

"Someone once tried to win me over, and their methods were much more sophisticated," Ling Qingjue said, slowly leaning closer. His fingers pressed against the back of Meng Shu's hand. "They would suddenly get close like this, stare at you with beautiful eyes, and then whisper sweet words."

A twinge of jealousy stirred in Meng Shu's heart. "Oh, so I can't compare, can I? I know I don't have any charm. No need to rub it in."

"I hate people who are too shrewd, every step calculated." Ling Qingjue suddenly straightened up and pulled away. "Someone like you, not too smart, suits me just fine."

Was that a compliment or an insult?

Meng Shu couldn't stay calm. He directly pressed, "Then what do you think? Compared to them, what are my strengths?"

"Strengths?" Ling Qingjue laughed. "You should ask what your weaknesses are."

Meng Shu felt even more dejected. "So what are my weaknesses?"

"You're not good-looking." Ling Qingjue's mouth was as hard as ever.

Meng Shu was on the verge of tears. He had been so handsome at twenty, and now Ling Qingjue was calling him ugly.

His twenty-eight-year-old body—thin, dried out, like withered bark—would it be treated like garbage by Ling Qingjue?

"Is it really that bad?"

Ling Qingjue paused, then changed his words. "You're... barely passable. You look... quite unique."

Meng Shu had never been described as "unique" in his life. His heart shattered into pieces.

Seeing that he was genuinely upset, Ling Qingjue's eyelashes fluttered in panic. He steeled himself to comfort him. "Our Cat Clan's aesthetics are different from yours... I—I said you're not good-looking, but that doesn't mean you're ugly by human standards..."

"But I only want to win you over. If you think I'm ugly, then I am ugly." Meng Shu looked heartbroken.

Ling Qingjue panicked. What if he discouraged Meng Shu so much that he gave up pursuing him?

He stiffly pressed his hand on Meng Shu's shoulder. "No, I... for me, 'unique' is a good word."

"Really?" Meng Shu looked up with pitiful eyes.

He was already fighting back a smile. He knew Ling Qingjue too well—only his mouth was hard.

But it was rare to see Ling Qingjue flustered, so he wanted to tease him a little more.

Ling Qingjue's eyes darted around nervously. He made an indistinct sound, like "uh" or "hmm."

"Then compliment me twice."

Ling Qingjue had never complimented anyone. He frowned, thinking hard, and finally blurted out, "You have two eyes, one nose, and one mouth. You fit the typical human appearance."

Meng Shu could barely hold back a laugh. He dropped his eyelids. "So in your eyes, my appearance is only defined by having facial features?"

No.

Meng Shu's eyes were beautiful, inherited from his mother—warm and tender. If he looked at someone with focus, it was easy to drown in them.

Ling Qingjue didn't dare meet his eyes.

But Meng Shu deliberately leaned in, like an innocent child with a mischievous intent. "Look at me. Is it really that ugly?"

Their gazes met, almost like sparks about to ignite.

Meng Shu just wanted to tease him. Besides, having been called ugly out of nowhere, he had to get something back.

He blinked, his pupils constricting.

Fox Clan secret skill: Charm.

This was a reward from Jia Zhao's favor quest. When Jia Zhao first taught him this move, Meng Shu nearly died laughing.

He didn’t understand what use a grown man would have for seduction.

Moreover, the triggering conditions for this seduction were extremely strict—requiring physical contact and eye contact for more than ten seconds to get a one-second seduction effect.

Within that second, the target would suddenly fall in love with the caster.

Of course, only for one second.

It was the fox clan’s last-ditch survival tactic when facing death.

Maybe that one second of infatuation would make the opponent show mercy? To put it bluntly, this skill was for fox spirits who couldn’t win a fight and chose to rely on their seductive charms to survive, and it was also hard to trigger—strict conditions, a useless effect. Normal people wouldn’t use it.

Meng Shu had learned this skill but never used it. He felt it was too weird for a grown man to use such a skill—better to just have a good old-fashioned fight.

Just now, he thought: Would seduction work on Ling Qingjue?

For just that one second, Ling Qingjue would be startled by this sudden seduction, right?

With that mischievous thought, Meng Shu quietly used seduction.

He stared intently at Ling Qingjue, trying to find any slip in that one second.

But Ling Qingjue’s eyes remained clear and bright, seemingly unaffected.

He even asked Meng Shu, “What are you looking at?”

As expected, it had no effect on him!

The Demon King should be immune to all mental attacks, right?

Meng Shu smiled. “I just used seduction on you. Did you feel it?”

Ling Qingjue paused. “Mm.”

“What did you feel?”

“Nothing.”

Meng Shu nodded and stopped teasing him. “Yeah, it really doesn’t work on you.”

Ling Qingjue snapped back to reality, his face turning cold. “You tricked me?”

“Who told you to swear at me?” Meng Shu laughed. “Next time you curse me, I’ll put mice in your bed to bite you and teach you a lesson.”

He wasn’t afraid of Ling Qingjue getting angry. He blinked, waved, and headed into the bathroom. “I’m going to take a shower.”

When he entered the bathroom, Ling Qingjue looked at his own fingers in confusion, as if the tingling sensation from the touch still lingered.

He had lied.

He was not immune to mental attacks.

It was just that this seduction really hadn’t taken effect on him.