Chapter 16

"Look, this sword looks good, it must be worth a lot of money." Bu Zheng seemed not to hear Xiu Ying's words, only carefully examining the sword he had just obtained, looking quite happy.

"… Worth a lot, but do you know that what you did might offend a senior of the sect?" Xiu Ying said, a bit speechless.

"Offend? I don't think it will. At most, they'll just dislike me, not treat me well." Bu Zheng said indifferently.

"Did you know that? Is this sword worth it?" Xiu Ying asked.

"What do you mean 'worth it'?" Bu Zheng was a bit confused, not knowing what aspect Xiu Ying was referring to. Perhaps he didn't even know what needed to be weighed in this situation.

"Have you thought about the consequences of offending a senior of the sect?" Xiu Ying asked.

"I have thought about it." Bu Zheng replied.

"Then why are you asking!" Xiu Ying rolled her eyes at Bu Zheng. If you knew, there's still hope for you.

"You mean this? I have thought about it, so I decided to ask for it." Bu Zheng understood. He knew what Xiu Ying meant by 'worth it,' but his answer left Xiu Ying puzzled.

"… You've thought about it, so why offend him?"

"This doesn't count as offending, right?" Bu Zheng said uncertainly at first, then continued, "Even if it does, he's a senior of the sect, a big figure, and I'm just a miscellaneous disciple, a small figure. Would he really care about a sword with me?"

"… He probably wouldn't." Xiu Ying was taken aback for a moment, then replied. After all, as long as he isn't petty, he wouldn't take it too seriously, at most give some lessons.

"Since that's the case, why shouldn't I take the sword? Look, I already have it… what a good sword…" Bu Zheng touched the sword in his hand, almost treating it like a lover.

"But he might make things difficult for you." Xiu Ying said, yes, he would make things difficult, that's for sure!

"Let him make things difficult. Even if he expels me from the Qingyun Sword Sect, I can go to another sect to do miscellaneous work. What's the big deal? Besides, I already have this sword. Even if I sell it now, I'll make a small fortune." Bu Zheng said, he was fearless like a young bull, or perhaps he was more interested in money than his life.

"…" Xiu Ying was speechless. Although this had some logic, it seemed like a very foolish action.

However, although this seemed foolish, in fact, Bu Zheng gained the most benefit and didn't suffer any retaliation. The somewhat difficult arrangements afterward didn't really affect him.

Perhaps, as the saying goes, fortune comes with risk…

In the evening, the recruitment work for the day was completed, and most sects would directly send the recruited martial disciples back to their own mountain gates. The larger the sect, the more likely they were to do this, as the more people there were, the more they needed to be sent in batches.

Therefore, on that evening, Bu Zheng and Xiu Ying boarded the Qingyun Sword Sect's flying boat. This flying boat didn't start from here but came from the outermost part of the Seven Stars Kingdom. This was just a stop, and there were many such stops, with people boarding at each place.

Bu Zheng didn't know the people from other places, but there was someone from his village who also entered the Qingyun Sword Sect, someone he knew but wasn't very close to.

"Hmph, I didn't expect you to enter the Qingyun Sword Sect too. Even as a miscellaneous disciple, you must have had a stroke of luck." A teenager of about seventeen or eighteen years old looked at Bu Zheng coldly, with disdain.

This teenager also surnamed Bu, named Bu Zhengfei, was Bu Zheng's cousin, the son of his second uncle, two years older than Bu Zheng. They used to be quite close when they were young, playing together, but as they grew older, they became distant, especially after his father took over Bu Zheng's house and land.

This relationship was also influenced by the adults. The grudges and enmities of the elders often continued to the next generation, which is why there were lifelong friends and lifelong enemies.

Of course, Bu Zhengfei himself was also a bit arrogant. Otherwise, he wouldn't have refused to join ordinary sects for two consecutive years. He should have already entered a sect to practice at the age of fifteen.

People like him, who continued to practice for a few more years to enter a good sect, were not uncommon. Some succeeded, some failed.

"Yes, Brother Yunfei, you're the same." Bu Zheng replied. His words were easily misunderstood, implying that Bu Zhengfei was also just a miscellaneous disciple.

"I'm different from you. You're just a miscellaneous disciple, I'm an outer sect disciple, and I'll soon become a regular disciple." Bu Zhengfei said coldly, with disdain in his eyes. This disdain seemed not to be because of the difference between a miscellaneous disciple and an outer sect disciple, but more because he didn't want to be compared to his cousin.

"Of course, Brother Yunfei, you're so amazing. Ordinary sects wanted to recruit you two years ago, but you didn't even consider it. If it were me, I would have joined long ago." Bu Zheng immediately said, with a bit of admiration and worship.

To him, Bu Zhengfei's level was already something he could only envy.

However, although his words were a genuine expression of admiration and envy, Bu Zhengfei felt a bit uncomfortable, as it seemed to imply that he had practiced for two more years to meet the standards of the Qingyun Sword Sect.

Some words are like this, the speaker means nothing, but the listener takes it to heart. Although this wasn't Bu Zhengfei's pain, it still made him uncomfortable, and he naturally became even more displeased with Bu Zheng.

"Just do your job as a miscellaneous disciple well, and don't mention your relationship with me to others." Bu Zhengfei said coldly. He was a smart person and knew how to be patient, knowing that now wasn't the time to argue with Bu Zheng, but he would find an opportunity later.

As for his relationship with Bu Zheng, after the age of ten, he had always told Bu Zheng not to call him 'cousin,' to draw a clear line. Now that he was entering the Qingyun Sword Sect, he wouldn't let Bu Zheng, a miscellaneous disciple, be associated with him.

His purpose in coming was to warn Bu Zheng not to mention his relationship with him.

"I understand." Bu Zheng didn't get angry, but smiled and agreed.

"Take care of yourself!" Bu Zhengfei left these words and then sat down on the other side, using his qi practice to pass the time, or rather, to work hard to catch up with his goal, to become a regular disciple of the Qingyun Sword Sect within two years.

"Sure, I'll take care of myself." Bu Zheng nodded.

"… Bu Zheng, do you know what 'take care of yourself' means?" Xiu Ying was a bit speechless. She believed that Bu Zheng, this 'illiterate,' wouldn't understand the meaning of this phrase.

"No, I think it's a good word, telling me to work hard."

"…"

The meaning was similar, but the feeling was different. Xiu Ying didn't bother to explain, as explaining to Bu Zheng would be like playing the lute to a cow. Such a 'profound' word was too difficult for him.

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