Extra's Strategy: Cultivate Protagonists, Become Invincible-Chapter 221: Hello, HR? I Want To Lodge A Complaint Against My Senior Sister

Smashing his fist on the door of a poorly maintained hut, Han Xuhan yelled at the top of his voice.

"Senior Sister, are you listening? Blink twice if you can hear me!" His shout was followed by a long pause.

The occupant inside the hut broke the silence by shouting back, "How would you know whether I'm blinking or not when you can't even see me?"

Han Xuhan exclaimed out loud, saying, "Oh wow! I didn't think of that at all! Looks like I'm going to have to come inside and verify it for myself."

"...Couldn't you come up with a better excuse if that was your intention? Just say you wanted to see your Senior Sister in her bedroom attire. You know I wouldn't be mad if you did!"

"Don't slander my pure character, Senior Sister!" Han Xuhan said, his face turning ashen.

"You think I don't know what you're planning? You just want to use me as a meat shield against that royal husband of yours."

"Tch~ junior brother, why can't you be like other passionate young men your age? You should find this kind of affair drama with a pretty Senior Sister exciting, right? Wouldn't you hate it if I offered this opportunity to steal me away from that man to someone else?"

Han Xuhan sneered. "Hate it? You're wrong, Senior Sister. I might even go as far as to help you pick an ideal idiot to play the role of a wife-stealer. Just don't drag me into this mess. Want me to start shortlisting candidates?"

"One moment you claim to have a pure character, the next moment you're telling me you want to be my pimp... don't you feel any shame in being such a hypocrite, junior brother?"

"Shame? Why would I feel any shame in cultivating such a useful character trait? That's like asking a cow why it's not ashamed of eating dirty grass. It's not like I have a choice!"

A resigned sigh came from the other side of the door, and a moment later, Senior Sister Qing Hua opened it, letting him in.

"So why did you even want to come inside, anyway?" She asked as he surveyed the spotless, featureless, plain living room.

"It's a long story. I was practicing some new martial arts. Discovered a poisonous fog tide alert on the map right after I finished the session. But that point, one of my legs felt as heavy as rocks, and the other felt as loose as jelly.

Unfortunately, the map said that the approaching tide of fog can induce heavy mental pollution within seconds of contact. It'd be too dangerous to let people remain in the dark about it. So I still had to go out of my house to warn everyone on the mountain.

With the state my legs were in, I couldn't race a snail. It took way too long. Your house is the last one I'm visiting, and it looks like the fog is already here. So I thought it'd be better not to risk it, regardless of what protective measures I can rely on."

Qing Hua shut the door in a hurry, alarmed. "Why didn't you say so at the start? I would have let you in immediately!"

He couldn't tell her that he had just made it up.

Yes, the fog was dangerous. But he knew his mask could be trusted after using it for so long. Not to mention, he even had 'spare power-banks' for the mask—the minions.

What he was afraid of wasn't the poison the fog would expose him to; rather, it was the other danger that hid inside the fog.

If he went down the mountain to his hut right now, he'd have to walk by that area where the mysterious hut was hidden, shrouded by some means of illusions beyond his understanding.

The woman in that hut was seriously creepy and incomprehensibly powerful. He didn't want to show up anywhere near her before he uncovered the secrets behind that chess game they had played that day.

Obviously, this reasoning couldn't be given to Senior Sister Qing Hua, not when the higher-ups of the sect were doing their best to keep that woman's existence a secret.

So he could only shrug in response to Qing Hua's concerned question and try to divert her focus before she suspected something.

"What can I say? A young man like me can't afford to lose face in front of a pretty Senior Sister. Wouldn't admitting it from the start make me look like a coward?"

This time, it was Qing Hua's turn to sneer.

"Look at you, using my own words against me without a hint of shame. You could practically con your way into a voidboat someday if you target a rich woman."

Han Xuhan, about to start laughing with her, froze halfway.

Did she just say voidboat?

He had heard this term come out of Senior Brother Chen Yan's mouth that day, when he had visited his hut to rebuke him over the duel with Jiang Chen!

Recalling the exact conversation that day, Han Xuhan felt like he had made a big discovery. He only harbored suspicions before, and he had even tried to test those suspicions by holding the resources Chen Yan wanted hostage.

Now he was absolutely certain of what was going on and what to do about it!

"Senior Sister, are voidboats the main means of transportation between the outer court and the inner court of Crimson Snow Sect?"

Qing Hua made an annoyed sound, perhaps dissatisfied that he had figured it out too quickly. It was not the kind of information ordinary outer court disciples would be privy to, after all.

"Yes, junior brother. Even though I didn't manage to get a ticket for a seat, I succeeded in digging out some details. If you want to know, it's going to cost you 5000 spirit stones, just the amount I'm short of for a ticket."

A bizarre smile surfaced on Han Xuhan's face as an equally bizarre plan took shape in his head.

"Senior Sister, would you believe me if I said I can get you a ticket to the voidboat for free?"

Qing Hua looked at him dubiously. "Don't you think that this shamelessness of yours is crossing a limit?

You didn't even know what the word meant five seconds ago. You want to boast about getting me a free ticket on that boat now?"

Han Xuhan shook his head. "I'm not boasting. Let me make myself clearer. I know where exactly you can get a free ticket to the voidboat, because I know someone who has it."

Slowly, a hint of sharpness emerged in Qing Hua's playful gaze.

"Let's say I believe you, junior brother Xuhan. But there is one part of your claim that you can never convince me of. I would never believe that the ticket can be obtained without paying a hefty price."

Han Xuhan laughed. "When I said 'for free', I meant to say that you won't have to pay thirty thousand spirit stones for it."

Qing Hua's seriousness grew. "Then what's the price? Stop beating around the bush and give it to me."

Han Xuhan went through the plan in his mind once more and then began to lay it out for her, discussing and adjusting some details along the way.

At first, Qing Hua was taken aback. Then she was flabbergasted. Then her confusion turned into shock. And when Han Xuhan finally laid the finishing touch, her jaw looked like it was about to come off its hinges.

"...Junior Brother Xuhan?" She spoke up after spending a long time lost in thought.

"Yes, Senior Sister?"

"I used to think you're a cunning and cautious fellow; now I realize that I was wrong."

Han Xuhan felt delighted. Who doesn't love to be validated? Especially if it's a pretty-

"You're actually insane."

"...What?" Han Xuhan was left speechless. Was this how one praised a genius for his meticulous ideas?

Senior Sister Qing Hua said with a serious face, "You really are, trust me. Nobody with a rational mind would ever think that a plan like that is viable.

Even if they do, they wouldn't be bold enough to carry it out. And even if they did, they'd never think to put themselves in the most perilous pivot of the plan."

Han Xuhan replied regretfully, "Yeah, but unfortunately, there is no one else who could do my job."

Qing Hua didn't look convinced. "Why would you go that far just to get ME a ticket to the voidboat, junior brother? Don't tell me..."

Seeing her face turning a furious shade of red all of a sudden, Han Xuhan was stunned.

Has this young lady become so obsessed with getting out of her engagement that love affairs are all she thinks about all the time? Why is she always taking the conversation in such strange directions?

However, he didn't dare to voice his complaint. She was his senior, after all, and perhaps a great golden thigh for the distant future. It would be better to remain respectful.

"I've already said it, Senior Sister. Getting the ticket is just a byproduct, a minor part of the game. My involvement in it is solely driven by one embarrassing trait of mine."

"Oh? You have a character trait that you really feel ashamed of?" Qing Hua sounded shocked. He wasn't even sure if she was mocking him or if the shock was genuine.

"You should have guessed it by now, Senior Sister," He said morosely.

"I, Han Xuhan, am an extremely petty man."