Chapter 105: Chapter 97: Encounter "I don’t believe it!" Song Yiyi pouted, feeling aggrieved. "You always treat me like a fool and try to trick me! Haven’t we suffered enough when we were wanderers in the past few years?! I have now unlocked my Flesh Lock, I’m much smarter! Don’t think you can deceive me anymore!" Unlocking the Muscle Genetic Lock... can make you smarter? Song Yiren laughed speechlessly. "Alright, alright, my Yiyi is the smartest." As she responded, her steps did not stop and she walked straight to the market entrance. Song Yiyi pouted, persistently asking: "Then tell me, why do we have to go back to that township?!" "Yiyi." Song Yiren smoothly changed the subject, her voice gentle: "You mentioned before, how remarkable is that Young Master Lin of the Su Family who defeated you?" "You!!? Oh my! Sister, you’re so annoying!" Song Yiyi stomped angrily; she couldn’t stand her sister’s evasive approach. Seeing this, Song Yiren lifted the wide cuff of her blue dress and pretended to wipe her eye, making a tearful expression: "Does Yiyi dislike her sister now? Sister has gone through so much trouble to find you, and paid such a price..." "Alright, alright, stop saying that!" Song Yiyi interrupted weakly. She was well aware of her sister’s sacrifices. Now, with her mischievous sister bringing it up to silence her, she was at a loss for words. "You can pretend all you want in front of me." Song Yiyi resignedly addressed the previous question, a hint of fear and unusual emotion crossing her eyes: "If you run into him... don’t act recklessly." She added confidently: "You’ll get beaten, I’m sure!" Song Yiyi completely forgot the disparity in their strengths. "Oh?" Song Yiren’s delicate eyebrows arched slightly, showing just the right amount of curiosity. "He’s not some remarkable person! Just... just a super brute! You know? When fighting, he really doesn’t hold back, especially against women, and..." Recalling the encounter that day, Song Yiyi’s chest and butt seemed to ache again, and she gritted her teeth: "And he seems to get more excited as he fights! He targets those... places that are both humiliating and painful!" As she complained angrily, Song Yiren suddenly grabbed her. "Wait! Go this way." Song Yiren said softly, pulling her sister towards the market’s back door, her elongated eyes discreetly scanning the two figures at the front gate. One was fat, the other thin. The fat one carried a nearly two-meter long, menacing spear on his back, emanating a cold and eerie aura. When he glanced at the sisters, his thick tongue unwittingly licked his lips, revealing rows of saw-like sharp teeth. Cannibal. Song Yiren felt a slight shiver internally. Though not truly afraid, facing such irrational, beast-like lunatics, if one couldn’t kill them in one blow, the best choice was to avoid them. She most preferred not to get entangled with such unreasonable madmen. Song Yiyi too sensed the fat man’s eerie gaze; her rudimentary "Observation" couldn’t discern the depth of the opponent, but the instinctive sense of immense threat made her fearful, instinctively sticking close to her sister. Since their family was destroyed, and after being harshly taught a lesson by Su Lin in this "rural area", the bit of arrogant confidence Song Yiyi once had was long gone. Reuniting with her sister, she became increasingly reliant, only wanting to hide behind her sister for protection. The sisters entered the market through a back door formed from a collapsed highway bridge, avoiding the disturbing gaze. Only then did Song Yiren speak: "Let’s go find the people from the traveling group to join them. With them around, no one would easily cause trouble, and they can protect us well." Song Yiyi was still puzzled by this: "Why? We were wanderers before, but had no deep connections with the traveling group, right? Just because of the Tier One Mechanism Blueprint you gave them? The group has a large business, they shouldn’t lack such blueprints, right?" Song Yiren shook her head, a subtly discernible plea on her face: "Yiyi, don’t ask too much about these things, trust your sister, okay?" Seeing her sister’s expression, Song Yiyi felt her heart soften, helplessly nodding in agreement. The two sisters walked side by side into the bustling market, their stunning appearance and slender waists particularly eye-catching among the crowd, attracting countless greedy or amazed glances. Song Yiren slightly furrowed her brows, moving with lotus-like grace, raising her elegant hand, seemingly casually tapping the metal shell of an abandoned car nearby— "Bang!!" A muffled explosion rang out suddenly! The huge commotion immediately stunned those greedy glances, replacing the lust with shock. The nearby patrol members heard the noise and quickly arrived. Song Yiren gently nodded apologetically to them, calmly withdrawing her fair slender hand. Where everyone focused their gazes, they saw a clear palm print hole left on the thick abandoned car body! Did she smash through metal with a single palm?! "Hiss—" The patrol members gasped. This was no ordinary Flesh Lock Martial Artist! The seemingly fragile ancient-garbed girl was actually a master who unlocked the Tendon Lock! Song Yiren’s palm strike was clearly just a warning to intimidate any malicious intent. The patrol team understood her intention and no longer interfered, but tacitly divided a few members to follow the sisters from afar, maintaining a necessary vigilance. The Song Sisters voiced no objections to this "protective" surveillance. They followed the flow of people, heading straight towards the market’s front gate. As they passed, the crowd naturally parted to the sides, various complex glances interwoven on them—shock, envy, coveting, greed, deep apprehension... While walking, Song Yiyi’s gaze swept past a roadside mineral stall, suddenly stopping in her tracks, exclaiming softly: "Is it him?!" Song Yiren followed her sister’s line of sight. At a stall filled with various minerals, a young man was squatting. He had a well-built physique, long arms, narrow waist, with a slender simple sword slung diagonally on his back. His side profile was well-defined, skin like jade, sword-like brows, starry eyes, exceptionally handsome. He was lightly frowning at that moment, tapping a dark mineral with his fingertip, seemingly indecisive. Su Lin keenly sensed the subtle change in the surrounding atmosphere and heard that familiar soft exclamation of surprise. He looked up, his gaze cutting through the automatically parting crowd, meeting the conspicuous twin sisters standing in the middle of the passage. The noisy market seemed to hit the mute button at this moment. People flowed stopped, the road cleared. Under the scrutiny of numerous eyes, Su Lin and the stunning twins stared at each other from several yards away. After a brief silence. Song Yiren suddenly smiled, like early spring water melting. She elegantly lifted the wide sleeves of her ancient-style attire, towards Su Lin’s direction, gracefully performing a standard curtsy, her voice clear and melodious: "Song Yiren, greets Young Master Lin."