Chapter 10

"Ha ha, I can't even recognize this sword anymore." Xiuying smiled slightly and pretended to be envious, "The Green Cloud Sword Sect is not bad. Although it's not one of the four major sects, it's more than enough for us, and it's even a bit of a luxury. We might only be able to enter some ordinary sects, but it doesn't matter. As long as we work hard, there's always a chance to go to better places."

Xiuying was talking about something everyone understood: no matter which sect you were in, if you cultivated to a certain level, corresponding sects would extend invitations to you. At that point, you could choose to stay in your original sect and wield power, or join a more powerful sect and continue on the path of martial arts.

The minimum requirement for this was to first complete your apprenticeship. After that, you could find a more powerful sect to join. Not many people could achieve this; they were all those with better talent. It seemed that neither she nor Buzheng had much hope, but there was always a possibility, and who knew, maybe one day they would have an incredible encounter.

However, Xiuying's luck had always been quite ordinary. She had never been particularly unlucky, but she had never been particularly lucky either!

In terms of having an incredible encounter, Buzheng seemed to have a much higher chance...

"Um, if you work hard, you might even become stronger than Brother Dahu. I just need to make some money," Buzheng nodded and said. In his mind, anyone who could be stronger than Brother Dahu was already very powerful.

"Um um! Hey, Zhaoyuer is here..." Xiuying nodded and, at that moment, she happened to notice Zhaoyuer's arrival. She specifically mentioned it to see Buzheng's reaction.

A month ago, Buzheng's change had caught her off guard, giving her a dreamlike feeling. She wanted to confirm if it was real.

"Yes, her talent is good, and the people she's with are also strong. They have a good chance of entering the four major sects," Buzheng nodded and said, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'm just a bit curious, why did you suddenly stop liking her?" Xiuying looked at Buzheng with confusion, her mind filled with various possibilities: had he gone crazy? Suddenly fallen out of love? Or did he have a new goal?

"I never liked her in the first place. I only wanted her as a wife for my mother. My mother said she was beautiful and wished she could have such a daughter-in-law," Buzheng replied.

Indeed, this was the main reason Buzheng pursued Zhaoyuer. At that time, his mother had mentioned more than just Zhaoyuer, but Buzheng was young and didn't remember many people, and Zhaoyuer was the most beautiful.

Everyone has a preference for beauty, and even though Buzheng was a country bumpkin, he also liked pretty girls.

"Then do you not need her anymore?" Xiuying continued to ask.

"I already have a wife, and two of them. My mother has even met them. They are very beautiful. Compared to them, Zhaoyuer is nothing," Buzheng said seriously.

When Buzheng said this, Zhaoyuer seemed to pause. She seemed to notice the conversation, not because she cared about Buzheng, but because something she thought she should have suddenly disappeared, which caught her attention.

This attention might only last for a short while, and this was exactly the moment.

After hearing this, Zhaoyuer thought to herself: Humph, I'm nothing? What kind of wife could you possibly marry, someone prettier than me? You're joking, it's hard for you to even find a wife!!

"You have a wife?" Xiuying asked in surprise. Although she had guessed he might have a new goal, she never imagined that Buzheng already had a wife, and two of them!

When did this happen? She hadn't seen Buzheng for a while, as she had been preparing for the sect recruitment month and hadn't gone to look for him.

"Yes, I found them when I went up the mountain to gather herbs. They are very beautiful. I suddenly realized how poor my taste was before..." Buzheng said with a proud smile.

Found? What kind of situation is this? Can you really just find someone?

Also, what does poor taste mean? Is it saying that Zhaoyuer wasn't as good as he imagined?

Zhaoyuer, hearing this, felt a bitter taste in her heart. She was being mocked by someone she had ignored, and the most tragic part was that she had eavesdropped on this mockery, which was like offering herself up to be slapped in the face.

"..., Where are they now?" After a moment of silence, Xiuying asked, having digested Buzheng's words.

"I don't know. They disappeared the day I went home, probably went back to their families. They only left a few pieces of paper," Buzheng shook his head.

"A few pieces of paper? That must be a letter. What did it say? Oh, right, I forgot you can't read. Where's the letter?" Xiuying said. The whole village knew that Buzheng couldn't read, and she was well aware of this.

The reason Buzheng could recognize herbs was because she had explained them to him one by one from her herbal atlas.

"Um, I accidentally used them as toilet paper..." Buzheng scratched his head and said something that left her speechless.

"..." Xiuying was silent.

"Ha..."

Zhaoyuer, who had been drinking water, suddenly spat it out, splashing the boy in front of her. The boy just smiled and gently asked if she was okay.

Naturally, Zhaoyuer said she had just choked, and she wouldn't admit to eavesdropping on Buzheng's conversation. No matter the reason, it would make people think she cared about Buzheng, the useless waste.

Buzheng had no money, no good talent, and couldn't even read. He was practically useless. His life skills were negligible in a world that valued martial arts.

"Where are their families?" Xiuying asked again.

"I don't know," Buzheng shook his head straightforwardly.

"..., What are their names?" Xiuying paused for a moment, taking another step back. This was almost the last thing she could ask.

"They... I... still don't know..." Buzheng thought for a moment, realizing he didn't know their names.

"Alright, you're dreaming," Xiuying concluded.

Yes, you're dreaming!! Zhaoyuer agreed in her heart. You, the useless waste, want to marry a wife prettier than me?

"It's definitely not a dream. They broke the mountain, and the marks are still there," Buzheng shook his head and said.

"You are definitely dreaming!" Xiuying said. Breaking a mountain required immense power. Such people did exist, but they would never marry Buzheng.

Such people held significant positions even in Xuan-level forces. In the small Seven Stars Kingdom, there were no such people, so how could they possibly marry Buzheng?

"How old are they?" Finally, Xiuying asked one more question, purely out of curiosity, not to confirm anything.

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