"Wha…?" A young man laying on a bed struggled to remain asleep, but the pressure on his abdomen was too suffocating. Looking about, a girl aged ten or eleven was striding his abdomen like a bull, but her fists were smas.h.i.+ng onto his chest. It gave him no sense of comfort, but just pain.

"Get off," he demanded softly.

"No! Brother Zai, you must get up! You must!" The little girl was insistence, unwilling to relent and even increasing the strength of his blows. If the young man was a normal person, he'd likely have died by now.

"Why? Why?! Why?!!" Annoyed, he couldn't help but shout, but it didn't help as his breathing was a little too heavy due to the lack of air in his lungs. 'I swear, if you weren't my little sister, I'd chuck you off the side of Meteor Cliff.'

"Sister Ya is arriving in an hour, you must get ready!"

"What?!" Those words were like a boom in his head, waking him up to complete clarity. "That's today?" Without hesitation, he pushed the little girl aside, but softly onto the bed, and got up. "Why didn't you wake me sooner?!"

With hastiness obvious in his movements, he checked his spatial bags filled with various outfits laid on the dresser. Each drawer contained various colored spatial bags filled with clothes, shoes, socks, and even accessories.

The young girl smiled mischievously before pouting as if she was wronged, "I tried! But you're just too lazy, hmph. I hope she sees you for being lazy!" The little girl condemned the young man before das.h.i.+ng off, hiding her snicker behind her hand.

Rolling his eyes, the young man no longer bothered with the little girl, only contemplating how to suit up for the event today. After all, today was the day Ya Qinqan, the heiress of the Ya Clan, was coming to the Yan Clan. He had to make a good impression.

This young man had beautifully amber-gold eyes, but an average countenance, and slim physique. When he turned to the mirror beside his bed, he smiled softly. "Yan Zaizen, you will definitely win the hand of her. You got this."

After thirty minutes of intense decision-making that strained his nerves, Yan Zaizen finally found an outfit. It was an azure outfit befitting a n.o.ble. He had a few golden rings on his fingers and golden robe over his outfit. It truly screamed that he had wealth and status.

Yan Zaizen belonged to the Yan Clan, which was the number one merchant clan within Meteorite City. He was the grandson of the clan head and son of the next heir. With this line of succession, he'll definitely become the next head and hold the entire clan's fortune in his hand.

The best part, he was engaged to the Ya Clan heiress who was the number one beauty of Meteorite City. Not only was her beauty at the apex, but so was her cultivation talent amongst her peers. With her by his side, with the money his clan possesses, they could ascend to the sky together in with leap!

Briskly walking towards the entry room, Yan Zaizen held his chin high and his posture straight, exuding supreme confidence and haughtiness. In his mind, only someone with their eyes within the clouds could attract the attention of someone like Ya Qinqan.

As he entered the room, he heard a soft chuckle followed by an outrageous and uncontrollable laughter.

"Hahahahaha! Look at you! Such a silk-pants, such a Yan Zaizen! With your nose so high, I wonder if you can smell your ugliness!" The little girl, Yan Zaizen's little sister, said in a fit of laughter and disdain.

Startled, Yan Zaizen turned towards this little munchkin of a girl and glared. He, Yan Zaizen, was not ugly! With a flourish of his sleeves, he ignored the girl's scathing words. Today was his day. Today was the day he'll meet his future bride. Who cares about this girl's stinky voice?

"I, Yan Linzen, will never be with someone like you." Sticking her tongue out, Yan Linzen was merciless with her words.

"Who would want to be with someone like you, huh?! You little munchkin!" He flourished his sleeve once more as if shoo'ing a pest.

"Hmph, acting all powerful but still don't realize your worth." With those words, she left from wherever she was, bringing Yan Zaizen some peace and quiet.

"I'll prove my worth, I definitely will."

A few minutes pa.s.sed.

"I wonder what I should say…"

Thirty minutes pa.s.sed.

"It's almost time." Yan Zaizen brushed his robe down, making sure no speck of dust or lint was left. "I have to look proper." As he said this, a figure emerged from the residence. This was a old man with grey hair and a grey goatee. His eyes was vibrant and his back stood straight like a young warrior.

"Young Master?" With a slight brow raised, he asked.

"Uncle Grey," briefly acknowledging, Yan Zaizen kept his mind focused on the entrance awaiting Ya Qinqan's arrival.

"Young Master, if you're waiting for Miss Ya, you're about three hours too early…" Knowing the personality of this sixteen year old young boy, Uncle Grey reminded before warily smiling.

"..." Yan Zaizen turned towards Uncle Grey as if he had heard wrong, "three hours?" Uncle Grey nodded.

"You little beastly munchkin! I'll skin you alive one of these days!" Furious, he bellowed his threat.

Uncle Grey could only warily shake his head softly and smile as he heard this. The young miss was playing a prank on the young master once more. Knowing this, he decided to take his swift leave. Even Yan Zaizen could only see his shadow vanish from his sights.

Clenching his teeth and fist, he took a deep breath. If he didn't love this little sister of his, he'd slit her throat in her sleep. This wasn't the first time for such a prank nor did it ever stop. Just last week she had took all his spatial bags and clothing when he was bathing, then called for all the female staffs to wait outside of the bath silently…

The end result was obvious.

That was rather tame compared to her worst prank, always praying upon his weaknesses.

"Fine, three hours. I'll wait right here. What's three hours, right? Nothing!" Seeing as he had already dressed himself, there was no reason to return.

An hour later.

"I'll let her see my left side first, that's my best side. Hehe. She'll be mesmerized." Yan Zaizen smiled in his own delusions. Whilst that was happening, he hadn't realized a small munchkin in the background with a balloon of black liquid.

"Let's see if you can keep your nose up high like this." With a devilish smile and fiendish snicker, Yan Linzen chucked the balloon at Yan Zaizen.

Pow!

"Eyyyyyhhhhhh!!!!"

An explosion of black liquid coated his entire body, nearly causing him to scream rather awkwardly. Even Uncle Grey who was watching from afar, couldn't help but stifle his laughter at this. As this was a matter between the main family, he wouldn't interfere unless it was life-threatening, but he could certainly enjoy the show.

"You!!!" Yan Zaizen inspected himself and realized he smelled like oil and fish. His eyes turned bloodshot and he turned towards Yan Linzen who only calmly stood there with a content smile on her face. "Do you smell your ugliness now? Hehe."

"YOOOOUUUUUU!!!" With a fierce kickoff, he dashed towards her with his all, exhibiting all his cultivation. Alas, Yan Linzen only revealed a look of disdain and vanished from his sights. By the time he reached her with the intent to grapple, he had only grasped air. However, he didn't give up as he relentlessly pursued her shadow.

Yan Zaizen was never talented in cultivation, even now only being at the mid-Qi Cyclone Realm at sixteen years old, but Yan Linzen was the exact opposite, having a blessed talent for cultivation. At the age of 10, she was already a peak-Essence Formation Realm expert, far beyond Yan Zaizen.

Therefore, no matter what he did, he couldn't catch up to her. His eyes that were blinded by rage and his body fueled by revenge was left without a place to vent. After several minutes, he had already tired himself out.

"Hmph, you quit far too easily." With one last taunt, Yan Linzen left his sight to G.o.d-knows-where.

"Haaaa…" Looking at his ruined clothes, he just decided to go and get changed. The walk back was definitely one of shame as the servants and workers saw and smelled him, but besides whispers and thoughts, no one openly said anything.

After returning back to his room.

"You filthy munchkin!" Yan Zaizen screamed his lungs out, causing everyone to only warily smile, softly chuckle, or feel pity. When he returned, all his clothes and spatial bags were gone. However, there was only one outfit left. A white-t and baggy pants. The worst part was that the white-t had writing on it saying: "Mr. High Nose" in red.

After a bout of fierce screams, he truly grew too tired. He removed all his dirty clothes, cleaned himself thoroughly, and laid on the bed. Looking at the ceiling with a soft gaze, "Lin…"

His cultivation talent was horrible, he knew this. His intelligence wasn't high, he knew this. He was a hollow golden egg, he knew this. "Does that mean I can't be happy?"

In truth, he loved his sister. Truly and deeply. When she was born, he swore to always be there for her and protect her. He even tried to cultivate harder, but regardless of what he did, he always fell short of success.

The Ya Qinqan of the Ya Clan was the one happiness he had outside of family. She was beautiful, talented, and grand, but she was his fiancee! Albeit they've never met before, he still knew that fate didn't abandon him as he would at least produce perfect children with a wife like that.

Closing his eyes, he felt like his dream was coming true.

"YAN CLAN! The Ya Clan has arrived." An epic voice roared. This voice traveled throughout the entire clan grounds. Yan Zaizen immediately rose up, a smile on his face, and his eyes vibrant. However, he realized his issue with clothes and turned towards the white-t…

Wait…

Yan Zaizen's eyes were filled with disbelief. No longer was there a white-t and baggy pants but an amber-gold martial arts outfit and a robe that seemed to perfectly fit it. Just beside it was floating letters of qi. It said: "Only this time, smelly." The outfit was a lot better looking than his previous obnoxious outfit of wealth. It was far more down-to-earth and suited him perfectly.

"Thank you," Yan Zaizen softly said before placing the outfit on. It truly fit him in every way, even accentuating his brilliant eyes which were his only good feature.

He stepped outside, his heart throbbing, but a cyan shadow caught his attention at the corner of his eye. He turned his head but found nothing there. Shaking his head, he left.