The beggar couldn't recall whether the man had introduced himself when they first met, since his attention was entirely focused on his junior sister at the time.

He had been begging on the streets since he could remember. When had he ever been treated as a human being? Most importantly, that junior sister was extremely beautiful.

He never dared to dream that such a female cultivator would descend from the sky to uphold justice for him. He was truly captivated at first sight, but reality is cruel.

He was very grateful to the person who reminded him, but he didn't dare to linger for a moment. He immediately remembered his benefactor's appearance and ran away, which is why he could recognize the person at a glance.

"I thought she was an outer sect elder of a sect. Isn't this kind of work usually done by outer sect elders?"

“Our sect leader is more down-to-earth.”

Yan Yan was also somewhat helpless. He had been traveling in the Cloud Deep Continent for some time, and there were very few people like their sect leader who took the initiative to accept disciples.

In the mortal realm, who isn't a high and mighty immortal master?

Fang Ruotang would pick up these poor little ones one by one and point them to a bright future.

Thinking of this, a swift and almost imperceptible ruthlessness flashed in Yan Yan's eyes.

"Now that the sect has accepted you, you must be grateful and not do anything to betray the sect."

The beggar took Yan Yan's words as mere admonition.

He nodded vigorously.

"Senior brother, don't worry. If it weren't for Master's enlightenment, I would still be begging on the streets! I wouldn't have achieved what I have today."

Yan Yan glanced at the beggar's tattered clothes and couldn't see any achievement in him.

Thinking that he was born with a sword-like spirit and would surely achieve great things in the future, and could serve as his master's servant, the smile became even more friendly. He took out several sets of clothes and asked him to change.

"By the way, what's your name?"

Looking at the beggar who had been transformed, Yan Yan finally looked at him directly.

I have to ask his name, otherwise, when we meet again, am I supposed to call him "Hey"? Calling him "Junior Brother" isn't really an option either, there are too many junior brothers in the sect, if he calls out, at least hundreds or thousands of people will respond to him.

"Uh, I don't have a name. I've been begging on the street by myself since I can remember. People usually call me Little Beggar, and later when I grew up, they just called me Beggar."

Yan Yan showed no emotion, nodded normally, and said, "Do you want to know who your parents are? Do you want to take their surname? Master is good at deduction and can find out who your parents are."

“No need,” the beggar refused without hesitation. “When I was young, I needed their protection, but they didn’t show up. Now that I can support myself, I don’t need them anymore.”

Yan Yan wasn't a gentle person and wouldn't try to comfort him or say that his parents might have their reasons. He just nodded and said, "Then pick a surname you like and a given name! We can't keep calling you 'beggar' all the time."

"Um, can I take my master's surname?" The beggar was clearly a shrewd person.

Yan Yan's smile faded slightly. "Don't talk nonsense."

The beggar could tell that Yan Yan was unhappy. He also noticed that most of the people on the spirit boat were looking over with different expressions, but none of them said anything good. He knew that this matter was doomed to fail.

"Alright! My wife's name is Long Yin. What do you think my name would be a good match for her?"

"...Does your sword spirit have a gender?"

Yan Yan had been curious about this matter for quite some time.

After asking, the beggar replied with an air of self-righteousness, "Not yet, but I'm a man, and she must be a woman. We're a couple!"

Yan Yan: ...

"Whatever makes you happy."

"So what do you want me to call you?"

"He's a dragon, and you're a phoenix?" Yan Yan asked hesitantly, since dragons and phoenixes were always a pair in the Great Yong Dynasty.

The two kept whispering in Fan's ear, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but speak up: "Don't give me any bad advice. We dragons and phoenixes are not a pair! Besides, dragons and phoenixes are both male."

"Ugh..." Yan Yan was at a loss.

The beggar asked curiously, "So, who are you dragons paired with?"

Fan straightened his back and said, "We dragons are the most friendly. We never care about someone's background. As long as you like them, that's all that matters. We dragons are very open-minded."

Fang Ruotang, recalling the story of the nine sons of the dragon, asked jokingly, "Is it really enlightenment? Isn't it that everything is possible...?"

"But what?" Fan asked like a fool.

Fang Ruotang gave him a playful look and said meaningfully, "You'll have to feel it for yourself."

"Alright, you little minion, even eating can't shut you up!" Ye Wuxia couldn't stand it anymore, so she grabbed Fang Ruotang, pulled her into her arms, and stuffed a piece of almond cake into her mouth.

The almond cake was brought from Dayong and made by a chef they hired. It was about the size of a thumb, small and easy to eat.

Fang Ruotang took a bite, even deliberately biting Ye Wuxia's finger, and looked at him teasingly, only to see him raise an eyebrow and slightly move his index finger, touching the tip of her tongue.

Fang Ruotang immediately put the almond cake in her mouth and leaned back tactically.

I'm scared, I'm scared.

Biting him is a reward for him.

That won't do.

"Wuxia, you've changed. You're no longer the Wuxia you used to be. Think back to how upright you were back then!"

"Yes, I was immature when I was young and not very bright. Please be more tolerant of me."

Fang Ruotang: ...

They can't tolerate even the slightest thing.

Why are all men these days so lecherous?

Fang Ruotang rolled her eyes at Ye Wuxia, and just as she opened her mouth to say something, the beggar suddenly clapped his hands excitedly and said, "I know what I'm going to be called! I'm going to be called Long Aotian!"

Fang Ruotang froze, her neck cracking a few times before she slowly moved, saying incredulously, "What did you say your name was?"

“Long Aotian, even Master thinks this name is good! I once heard a storyteller in a teahouse talk about the cultivation world, and there was such a peerless genius.”

Fang Ruotang: ...

Regardless of the era, storytelling is always a popular profession.

"Your name sounds a bit arrogant. I think you're very likely to get beaten up."

"It's alright, I'll take my wife's surname, Long, and be called Aotian!"

"hehe!"

Fang Ruotang was embarrassed.

For those who hadn't read the storybook, the name didn't matter. After all, apart from her, no one on the spirit boat had any objections to the name.

Seeing that he was clearly going to join the sect, everyone was very friendly to him. Once it happened, it happened again, and they all congratulated him on getting a good name.

Long Aotian straightened his back, and at this moment, he was filled with heroic spirit, just like the protagonist in a storybook, with the strength to look down on everything.

Fang Ruotang found his greasy appearance extremely offensive.

Are there time travelers in this world too?

[There aren't any at the moment, but there have been in the past, leaving behind stories of characters like Long Aotian and Feng Aotian. My lord, would you like to take a look?]

Okay, I'm done watching, thank you!