# Chapter 7: The Dark Line Turns Out to Be a Romance Show (14)
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Ding! Little Shiyuan’s persuasion level has risen to 75%.
You have gained 400 luck value points. Total luck value: 1020 points.
Your current luck level is Level 5.
During the time Lin Nan purposely distanced herself from Little Shiyuan, his persuasion level fluctuated like a rollercoaster, dipping as low as 20%.
This clearly showed that Little Shiyuan was fretting over her disappearance, caught in a whirlwind of emotions.
And just as his persuasion level hit rock bottom and refused to decline any further, Lin Nan quietly appeared before him.
As expected, the emotions that Little Shiyuan had bottled up burst forth like an over-inflated balloon, skyrocketing just like a stock market on a red-hot streak, reaching a level that satisfied Lin Nan.
At 75% persuasion, he was just one step away from the elusive 80% with Good Shiyuan.
This indicated one thing: persuasion wasn’t solely about intimate interactions, but that as long as the persuasion level increased, the luck value would rise accordingly.
However, it was clear that luck values weren’t infinite. Once a persona’s persuasion level hit 100%, the acquisition of luck values would come to a screeching halt.
If she wanted to get more, she’d have to focus on another persona that wasn’t fully persuaded yet.
But no matter how you slice it, managing to make Little Shiyuan develop a crush on her in just a short half-day was nothing short of miraculous.
The remaining 25%? Well, she needed to think hard about that to crack the puzzle of Little Shiyuan’s heart and shift her focus to other personas.
As they continued walking, Lehua Town slowly faded from view.
Lin Nan pulled up the system map… Hmm, could this be one of the golden fingers the system had granted her?
The headquarters of the Martial Arts Alliance was located in Shijia Villa, three hundred kilometers away on Tianzhu Mountain. Even if they rushed overnight, they’d still need at least three to four days on foot.
With rest breaks factored in, it could stretch to five or six days before they’d arrive.
So, it was clear they needed horses and provisions.
Lin Nan regretted not stocking up on these necessities in Lehua Town before setting out; her desire to show off wasn’t her real intention.
But now, she was in for the long haul.
Little Shiyuan seemed to treat this journey as a trial; despite sweating profusely and feeling utterly exhausted—as if a light shove would send him sprawling—he stubbornly gritted his teeth and followed shakily behind her.
Even with tears brimming in his eyes, not a single drop fell.
Well, since he was working so hard, she figured she might as well let him enjoy the agony of walking just a bit longer.
Lin Nan worried that if she changed her approach now, the persuasion level might experience a fluctuation before hitting the 100%. So, she tried to stick to her original persona.
Once they hit 100%, no matter how much she fidgeted, even if Little Shiyuan stared blankly, it wouldn’t make a difference.
After much effort, they finally reached a point where night fell.
On the surface, Lin Nan seemed calm and collected like a glacier, but inside, she desperately wished she could just plop down on the ground and gasp for air.
But for the sake of her image, she kept a straight face.
With her long sword slung strategically behind her, she crossed her arms over her chest, leaning slightly against a big tree, one leg bent just so.
As the last rays of the setting sun painted the scene, a gentle breeze tousled her hair, creating a picturesque moment for Little Shiyuan to behold.
“I must persevere, I must persevere!”
At the sight of this, Little Shiyuan seemed incredibly inspired, constantly encouraging himself, even though his limbs were stiff and his joints ached, each step felt like a punishment.
Yet, in hopes of impressing “Woman in Red,” he was willing to endure any suffering.
One step, two steps, three steps… five steps… nine steps…
When Little Shiyuan finally staggered to Lin Nan’s side, he collapsed in a heap.
“Wuu… I did it! I’ve never walked this far in my life.”
He sighed wistfully while glancing at Woman in Red, hoping for at least a hint of praise.
Lin Nan cast him a stone-cold glance.
Instantly, his face froze, and his heart trembled.
“If this is your limit, then good! Tomorrow, push beyond it.
Because for ordinary martial artists, this is just the starting point.
Also, let me remind you: if you want to continue following me, you better figure out how you’re useful to me.
Otherwise, I’d be better off with a dog. At least it can keep watch while I sleep.
Got that?”
After delivering her lecture, Lin Nan turned her back to him and sat down on a big rock.
Her long ponytail swayed like the world’s most tempting seduction in the breeze, capturing his gaze.
After a long moment of staring, Little Shiyuan slowly gathered his thoughts.
Right, what use was he to “Woman in Red”?
Why would she even take him in?
Initially, it might have been out of kindness, but if he just became a burden in the days to come, useless and even a hindrance…
His chance with Woman in Red would fizzle out, no question about it.
No… he would be useful.
With determination, he clutched his head, replaying his not-so-long life.
Though he was a b*stard child, he had some chances to learn martial arts. Yet, for some strange reason, he could only grasp the first level of any technique, and trying to go deeper sent him spiraling down the path of madness.
This meant his physique wasn’t suited for martial arts.
It was one thing for a commoner’s child, but he was the son of the Martial Arts Alliance Leader, which didn’t do wonders for his standing at home.
During those years, he was bullied by his two brothers like a punching bag.
No one at home dared to stop them, and he nearly ended up six feet under several times in secret corners of the villa.
Although he didn’t know why his brothers eventually stopped pestering him, he miraculously reached eighteen without any further trouble.
But over the years, his martial arts skills remained stuck at the first level, utterly fruitless.
So, to stave off boredom, he fused the first levels of various techniques together and practiced them whenever he had the time.
In the villa, no one understood what this martial arts ignoramus was doing.
But a discerning eye could tell his skills were nothing remarkable; the only thing worth noting might be the novelty of his moves.
Thinking of this, Little Shiyuan hastily exclaimed, “Sis, I’m useful! I know the first-level moves of the 108 techniques from Shijia’s secret library!”
Lin Nan’s back remained as unyielding as a mountain.
“Tomorrow, we’ll go stir up trouble with the Giant Wave Gang. If you’re useful, prove it.”
Little Shiyuan stammered, “I… I…”
Just the thought of those fierce and brutal men made him feel hot all over; his forehead and palms were sweaty. He had never fought anyone in his life! And those techniques were so basic—nothing impressive at all!
Lin Nan shot him a look over her shoulder, her gaze frosty, “If you can’t do it, then you should leave tonight.”
