Chapter 3

"Turns out you're only fourteen years old. We are much older than you. You can find girls your age; isn't it a bit of a loss for you to be with us?" Murong Qing said.

"No loss. My mother said, 'A woman three years older can hold a golden brick.'" The boy shook his head and replied seriously.

"We are more than three years older!" Murong Qing said with a laugh.

"Then hold a few more golden bricks."

"..."

The two girls were speechless, feeling an urge to hit someone, even to kill. Was this boy really too "innocent"? His words were silly, and he kept saying what his mother said.

Could it be that this boy is really that foolish?

Forget it, no need to argue with this silly boy. It's more important to save our lives. There's no reason to die like this.

"Alright, alright, if you want to take responsibility, then take it. Quickly help us apply the medicine and stop the bleeding," Murong Qing said. As long as I am revived, I will be in charge. Anyway, it was just you who said it would be complicated; I didn't say you had to take responsibility.

Ling Aoxue didn't say anything, which could be seen as a tacit agreement, or perhaps she didn't agree to anything.

"Okay, right away!"

The boy put down the basket of medicine, took out a few herbs, and after folding them a few times, put them in his mouth to chew them into pieces...

The two girls frowned. The feeling was strange, as if his saliva would be mixed with the herbs and applied to their bodies, especially in certain areas, which made them feel very uncomfortable.

However, at this moment, they didn't say much, just quietly let the boy do as he pleased. Even if they tried to stop him, they couldn't, as they were completely immobile.

Fortunately, this boy is still under fifteen, so we can treat him like a younger brother...

The age difference between the two girls and the boy was indeed quite large, as he was still young.

Soon, the boy tore open the girls' clothes, revealing skin that made one's blood boil. Even more blood-boiling was the current allure of the girls, with their torn clothes and snow-white skin. If it weren't for the wounds, it would be even more blood-boiling.

But the boy didn't understand these things, focused on what he was doing, applying the medicine to stop the bleeding, and bandaging the wounds. He always carried bandages, as he often got injured while gathering herbs in the mountains.

However, since it was applying medicine, there was inevitably some skin contact, which made the two girls blush. If their admirers knew about this scene, they would first shout, "Let go of the girls!"

Then, they would relentlessly hunt down the boy. Even though he was under fifteen, in their world, that age was already the age of experienced lovers.

After the medicine was applied, the two girls immediately felt a cooling sensation on their wounds and could feel the bleeding had stopped. The herbs seemed to be quite effective, not inferior to the medicine they carried.

Wait, we have our own medicine, why are we using his herbs? How foolish of us!

"Little brother, your medicine seems quite good," Murong Qing said, now that their lives were saved.

"Just a few common herbs. When combined, they work better. It's my secret recipe," the boy said proudly.

"Is that so? You know a bit about medicine," Murong Qing said, while Ling Aoxue closed her eyes, as if isolating herself from the world.

"I gather herbs, so I have to know," the boy said with a smile, revealing his white teeth, which made his smile seem very bright.

This boy has a nice smile, Murong Qing thought to herself.

"How long have you been there?" Murong Qing asked, which also made Ling Aoxue's ears perk up. They didn't know when the boy had approached.

"I came over after you started fighting. You were so amazing, much better than Big Hai from our village," the boy said.

"Why didn't we notice you after the fight? Were we too focused?" The two girls were a bit puzzled, but this was actually quite simple. The boy had been gathering herbs nearby and hadn't cultivated inner qi, so they couldn't sense him.

When the boy said he came over, he had only moved a short distance. He was originally quite far away, which was a blind spot for the two girls. The closer he got, the easier it was to be overlooked, especially since they were very focused on their fight, and he was not in their line of sight.

The two girls also overlooked the boy's mention of Big Hai, who was probably just a strong villager. In the countryside, he might be very strong, but he probably didn't even reach the third pulse.

In fact, they were overestimating Big Hai. He was at most at the second pulse, maybe just the ninth level of the first pulse. But in the boy's village, even the fifth level of the first pulse was considered a skilled practitioner.

Because the two girls were at a much higher level, overestimating was quite normal.

"Let's go," the boy suddenly said after a while.

"Go? Where?" The two girls were confused.

"Of course, back home. Are you going to stay here and recover?" The boy said, then lifted Ling Aoxue onto his shoulder and prepared to do the same with Murong Qing.

The boy's strength wasn't small. Although he hadn't cultivated inner qi, he had practiced basic skills, so carrying the two girls, who each weighed less than a hundred pounds, was no problem.

"Wait, put me down!" Ling Aoxue immediately said, but she didn't struggle because she didn't have the strength.

"Don't be shy. Now you are my wives, let's go home." The boy ignored Ling Aoxue's cries, lifted Murong Qing, and quickly walked through the mountains as if on flat ground.

Murong Qing didn't say anything because she knew that at this moment, anything she said would be useless. It was better to save her strength and recover her true qi, so she could do whatever she wanted later.

Ling Aoxue seemed to understand this as well and didn't say anything more.

After about an hour, the boy arrived at his home. By this time, the two girls were almost recovered and could have settled accounts with him, but when they saw his home, they were speechless.

"This is your home?" Murong Qing asked.

"Yep, this is our home," the boy said.

"..."

The boy's home was clearly a dilapidated temple on the mountain, with no other houses nearby. However, at least no one would disturb them, making it a good place to recover, better than the wilderness.

Entering the dilapidated temple, no, the boy's home, the two girls found it quite clean. Although there were obvious signs of repairs, it seemed livable.

"Mom, I found two wives in the mountains today." The boy's words left the two girls speechless. Found...