I’m More Than Enough

Huan Meirong pressed the golden qiankun bag with her hand once it was completely within her grasp, it was as though she wanted to hid it.

'What is that man thinking?' she thought before calling out and lowering her head, "Zhi'er, the hat."

Zhi'er patted the dust on the veiled hat and then, he put it on her head.

When the veil was in place, she said, "Let's walk around."

"Aye," Zhi'er answered her; he didn't ask why and neither the contents of the little golden bag, though he was curious.

He took her hand, the one that wasn't holding anything, and led it to his shoulder before beginning to walk and start explaining the things that were around.

'That bastard...' Huan Meirong wasn't hearing Zhi'ers words but to all her curses in her head and to some pairs of orderly steps that seemed to be following them.

She had acted the most normal that she could when she had received the golden qiankun bag and Zhi'er was so clueless and confused that his reaction couldn't have been more normal; however, it seemed they had aroused the interest of some people.

'Those steps are four pairs so they are four people. If they are truly following us, it couldn't be for the qiankun bag as they couldn't have assessed it is a qiankun bag without touching it unless they have a certain strength which is impossible for them to have reached it because I found them out... unless they took me for a weakling who isn't worthy of they being wary so... it should be because of me.'

Because qiankun bags despite being simply designed looked pretty, non-cultivators and even cultivators, especially females, used little pouches of special materials that looked so alike a qiankun bag that the latter could only be differentiated by touch, with a good discerning eye or soul sense. Therefore, if those people were looking her way, they should know the little bag was given in exchange of a normal looking hairpin that couldn't be priced high; then, the only thing left was her. And she also prayed to be her the target; if those people noticed it was a golden qiankun bag, things will become really troublesome.

'Urghh... it is all because of him...' Putting all the responsibility of her distraction on the young man, she continued to curse, 'Such a bastard, I don't even know where he went. Tsk, and leaving behind something that I can't sell right now...'

*Sigh* She sighed and rinsed her hand with the golden qiankun bag under her veil and bound it.

Once bound, she scanned what she thought it was an empty qiankun bag.

'…' Her steps slowed down and her heart was in unbelief yet again, 'He must have been really drunk,' she thought while seeing the tens of thousands of gold coins, gems and several pieces of jewellery inside, 'Or… hold on…' she furrowed her brows.

'Did he know I wanted to sell it?' That thought crossed her mind but soon she gave it a negative answer, 'It can't be but…'

"Zhi'er, is there a herb shop around here?" she asked after throwing away the unnecessary thought and guilt of taken advantage of the confusion of what could be a lost drunken cultivator; because of the way he threw gold and gems, he regarded him like that. Gold and gems were only important to mid and small-sized clans; low-tier cultivators also had high value for them so he must have been very drunk.

Zhi'er halted the introduction of the stores and replied, "Yes, there is a little one in the next corner to the left and a bigger one if we walk straight this way for another fifteen minutes."

"Hmm… let's go to the smaller one."

"Aye," Zhi'er complied.

As Huan Meirong followed Zhi'ers lead, she maintained alert of the four people that were tailing them but even so, she wasn't able to notice that they weren't the only ones; the young man she had passed as a drunken cultivator had been following her all this time too and also another young man clad in dark green who had just reached the side of the former man.

"Brother Xingtian, I didn't know you were a stalker," Qinghai jokingly said with a voice that only Xingtian could hear. He had wanted to say it to him earlier but he preferred to observe the situation first, he hadn't understood much about it though; hence, he had come to annoy him now.

Xingtian wasn't surprised with Qinghai's sudden appearance. He didn't stop and just threw him a cold glare from the corner of his eyes.

Qinghai as if seeing nothing, adding, "You are not his only admirer though. I wonder if they don't regret not being the ones bumping with her and grabbing her hairpin." With his last sentence, he opened his fan and looked down to Xingtian's hand; there was a fine bluish hairpin there.

His jesting was evident, making Xingtian open his thin lips to say, "Cro…"

"Auch, don't be so cold. Don't start with that annoying form of addressing, I was just messing around," Qinghai quickly interceded, not letting him complete even a word; he knew he had really annoyed him so he closed his fan and offered, "Want me to take care of them? I brought plenty of my people on this trip. Though, one of them will be more than enough."

"I'm more than enough," Xingtian coldly replied.

"Huh?" Qinghai came to a sudden stop, flabbergasted.