It Makes Sense That You Can Become Stronger by Killing Slimes, Right?

"Stop! Do you want to go to that smelly black forest again?" The Duke's daughter stood at the entrance angrily with her hands on her hips, her delicate cheeks flushed with anger. "Yes." Yanan continued to inspect the worn short blade at his waist without looking back. "Don't go! What's the good of those slimy slimes!" The Duke's daughter stepped on her feet. Seeing that the obstruction was ineffective, in desperation, she suddenly pulled open the ribbon of her luxurious coat, revealing the proud curves underneath. Her voice trembled with a hint of shame and anger, "You, you piece of wood! Am I not as good as a pile of mud in your eyes?" Yanan finally turned around, glanced at her calmly, and said without any wavering in his tone: "Why do you think so?" "Humph, you still have some discernment..." The Duke's daughter's cheeks turned even redder, thinking that the elm knot had finally cleared up. Unexpectedly, Yanan continued: "Killing a slime can gain valuable skill points, which can make me stronger and survive in this world. But you, apart from trying to interfere with my becoming stronger, seem to be useless at the moment. So, there is really no comparison." After saying that, he turned around and pushed the door open, and his figure disappeared into the morning light. The Duke's daughter froze on the spot. A few seconds later, her scream of shame and anger echoed in the manor: "Yanan! You bastard! I will bite you to death!"