“Whoosh whoosh!”
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh!”
Within the Eternal Sect, breakthrough momentum came wave after wave. The frequency of inner and outer sect disciples breaking through small realms and major realms became faster and faster as they comprehended the Radiant Mind Scripture.
The brand new environment, brand new system, aided by high-level heart methods—this kind of large-scale breakthrough scene was very normal. Even achieving sect-wide Martial Saints or Martial Emperors in the future wouldn’t be surprising.
Of course, because cultivation realms were generally low, they could achieve rapid improvement with the Radiant Mind Scripture’s help. But after reaching a certain realm, speed would naturally decrease. At that time, they’d need profound stones, pills and other items to assist.
To resolve this problem, Jun Changxiao took the mature medicinal materials and headed to Linyan City, beginning this Sect Master’s shameless ‘pushing a cart to hawk wares on the street’ journey.
For this trip, he didn’t bring Ye Xingchen or Xiao Zueji, because like the other disciples, both were immersed in cultivation and couldn’t extricate themselves.
“I say…”
Walking on the road toward Linyan City, Jun Changxiao collapsed: “Why aren’t you staying at the sect to cultivate properly, instead insisting on coming along to sell medicinal materials!”
The disciples didn’t come, but Hua Meigui came. She smiled: “The husband sings, the wife follows.”
“……”
Jun Changxiao was speechless.
“Actually.”
Hua Meigui flicked her hair and said: “I’m currently stuck at the peak of Return to Simplicity Realm. Entering Unity Perfection Realm can’t be done just through cultivation—it also needs time accumulation. So I’m following you out to see the world.”
“Your Soul Clan Continent’s Unity Perfection Realm is actually Breaking Sky Realm in the Upper Realm.” Jun Changxiao corrected.
“Doesn’t matter.”
The Rose Empress smiled: “As long as I can accompany you.”
Jun Changxiao said: “Going to the city to sell medicinal materials, we must definitely keep a low profile and not provoke trouble.”
The system wanted to spit in his face after hearing this.
When first going to Linyan City, he’d said the same thing to Ye Xingchen. The result? Didn’t he still publicly question the martial hall examination under everyone’s gaze, nearly provoking trouble?
“Alright, I’ll listen to my husband.”
Hua Meigui smiled sweetly, then moved to get close, but Dog Sheng quickly walked faster, maintaining absolute distance from her.
The more you avoid, the more I pursue.
Thus, in the scenically beautiful mountain wilderness, a scene appeared of one person walking quickly ahead while another chased quickly behind, emanating a different kind of mood.
……
Jun Changxiao had been to Linyan City before, so he was accustomed to the prosperity here. But this was Hua Meigui’s first time, and her eyes weren’t enough to take in the wide streets and row upon row of buildings, stirring no small waves in her heart.
The martial artists in the city were also looking at her. After all, beautiful women were a bright scenic attraction wherever they went.
The Eternal Sect uniforms still used the Lower Realm style. Although not the extremely revealing kind, the workmanship was novel and the color matching had strong visual impact. So when Hua Meigui wore them, it added several points to her beauty.
“Tch.”
Jun Changxiao thought disdainfully to himself: “Haven’t the Upper Realm’s martial artists ever seen women?”
The system said: “Any man has the seven emotions and six desires, has correct aesthetic appreciation—where would you find someone like the host who resembles a chief eunuch?”
“Damn!”
Jun Changxiao cursed in his heart, then took off his black robe and draped it over Hua Meigui, saying against his will: “When out and about, don’t be too ostentatious.”
The system said speechlessly: “Clearly not wanting outsiders to keep staring at his own wife, yet pretending to be cold and indifferent—worthy of being the Eternal Sect’s strongest actor.”
Hua Meigui stopped and looked at him, smiling: “On our wedding night, didn’t you also cover me with a blanket like this?”
“……”
Jun Changxiao turned his head, saying flatly: “No such thing.”
“There was!”
The system said: “I was an eyewitness!”
Due to task requirements, Dog Sheng could only choose forced marriage. Even now readers still criticized him as a scumbag.
At that time, on the wedding night he got blackout drunk and nothing happened. But the next day upon waking to see Hua Meigui who’d fallen asleep at her desk reviewing memorials, before leaving he still covered her with a blanket.
“You can forget if you want.”
Hua Meigui said: “I’ve always kept it in my heart.”
Jun Changxiao said speechlessly: “You wouldn’t be clinging to me just because of this reason, would you?”
“Big sister!”
Jun Changxiao collapsed: “Your feelings came way too casually and carelessly! If it were someone else blocking bullets and knives for you, wouldn’t you love them to death!”
Hua Meigui stopped, her almond eyes widening: “Jun Changxiao, do you think I, Hua Meigui, am a fickle woman? That I’ll fall in love with whoever treats me well?”
“Uh… I…”
Jun Changxiao wanted to explain he’d just blurted it out and didn’t mean any insult. But seeing this woman getting angry, he felt the more he explained the worse the misunderstanding, so he hurried to change the subject: “The marketplace has arrived, business is important!”
Hua Meigui blocked his path, glaring at him: “This is also important business!”
Because her voice was quite loud, it immediately attracted passing martial artists and residents on the street. They turned their heads to look, guessing in their hearts—could this young couple be quarreling?
Discovering everyone was discussing them, Jun Changxiao’s expression changed slightly. He lowered his voice: “So many people are watching. Let’s discuss anything back at the sect.”
Hua Meigui wasn’t the type of woman who’d lose her head and do irrational things on the street when angry. She took a deep breath to adjust her mindset, then turned toward the marketplace.
Jun Changxiao, conscious of being in the wrong, followed behind without speaking.
However, just as they reached the marketplace entrance, a brocade-robed young man surrounded by household servants swaggered over. He elegantly folded his fan and smiled warmly: “Miss, has this fellow bullied you?”
Jun Changxiao frowned.
He’d seen this young master of about sixteen or seventeen before—he was precisely the participant from the earlier martial hall examination’s Group A finals who ‘defeated’ Sun Mucheng, named Lu Tingyi, with the identity of Linyan City’s Young City Lord.
Hua Meigui pretended not to hear and continued forward, but the household servants blocked her path, saying: “Are you deaf? Didn’t you hear the Young City Lord asking you a question!”
Lu Tingyi closed his folding fan and tapped it on the speaking servant’s head, scolding: “I’ve told you so many times, be gentle when dealing with beauties. Are you treating this young master’s words like farts?”
“Yes, yes, yes!”
That subordinate hurriedly nodded.
Lu Tingyi turned his head, his face once again showing a warm and refined expression as he smiled: “Miss, if you’ve suffered any grievance, feel free to speak out. This young master will help you seek justice.”
Hua Meigui smiled: “My husband and I just had a small conflict. We won’t trouble this young master.”
“Husband?”
Lu Tingyi carefully sized up Jun Changxiao and shook his head: “A fresh flower planted in cow dung.”
From appearance alone, Dog Sheng was more handsome than him. But because he’d previously questioned the martial hall’s fairness, to avoid trouble he’d changed his appearance early, masking his breathtaking beauty.
Hua Meigui took a few steps back and linked her hand around Jun Changxiao’s arm, smiling: “Husband, let’s go.”
This was using action to tell Lu Tingyi that the two were husband and wife, so you as an outsider shouldn’t meddle.
“Swish!”
Jun Changxiao shook off Hua Meigui’s hand, his expression blank: “Who did you say is cow dung?”
“You.”
“Boom——”
Powerful true energy suddenly erupted at the intersection, rolling up waves of air and dust.
The martial artists and pedestrians on the street all widened their eyes, because that young man quarreling with his wife was now crouching on the ground with one hand pressing down on the Young City Lord’s face, his voice cold as frost: “A dandy like you who relied on status to win isn’t even worthy of being cow dung in this seat’s eyes.”
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