The cleared mountain was not wasted; An Zhengzheng's dilapidated Taoist temple was gradually restored.
Over the years, she has tamed river floods, helped people build water conservancy projects, and generously shared her centuries-old knowledge with everyone.
...She did far more than ordinary cultivators.
Similarly, An Zhengzheng's speed in collecting training items was also slow.
As the sun set, she chopped some bamboo and returned, whittling it as she planned to weave a few bamboo baskets, all the while thinking...
It will be about fifty years before we return.
Awei was twirling a sword hilt in the yard. She was already able to help An Zhengzheng with some finishing touches, so naturally she needed to be even more skilled.
Days passed by one by one.
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Siyue Gate.
The entire cultivation sect was bathed in a golden sunset, like sparks in a fire.
The sky here is always a hazy yellow, day or night, completely different from the spring-like world of cultivation in the past.
The female disciples of Siyue Sect were all expressionless, engrossed in their cultivation.
Some practiced swordsmanship, some refined elixirs, and some concocted medicines. They were like puppets, their eyes devoid of life.
If you're hungry, you can eat fasting pills for free.
When they were exhausted, they were forced to drink herbal medicine without restraint.
Anyway, Siyuemen supplies these things in unlimited quantities.
Song Juan and Su Ying have grown into young women. They practice the Talisman Sect and are drawing talismans with their heads down. Then, they touch their hands and find that they have run out of cinnabar.
"Su Ying, let's go get the cinnabar," Song Juan said blankly.
Su Ying nodded, her eyes equally vacant: "Okay, I've used up all my fasting pills."
Like puppets on strings, the two headed down the mountain to where the male cultivators had gathered.
That's the dining area, the place where the disciples used to eat.
Almost all the male cultivators of the Siyue Sect were here. They were like soulless machines, constantly refining pills, making medicines, and creating magical artifacts.
Upon seeing Song Juan and Su Ying arrive, the senior brother who distributed the fasting pills had a slight glint in his eyes, as if he were confirming their identities.
"Female cultivators, what do you two need?"
"Ten catties of cinnabar."
"Twenty bottles of fasting pills."
"OK."
The senior brother turned around and, like a soulless puppet, took the item from the other male cultivators.
"Please keep the things belonging to the two female cultivators safe. If you need anything else, you can place an order in advance, and all the male cultivators will do their best to process and make it."
Song Juan and Su Ying didn't think anything was wrong. They took the things and nodded.
The two turned around.
"Bang!"
There was a sound behind them; it was a boy named Xiu who had knocked over the medicinal herbs used to make soup.
The senior brother strode over, smacked him on the head, and scolded, "Hurry up! You're delaying the female cultivators' cultivation. Can you take responsibility for that?"
"You're so clumsy at such a young age, what female cultivator will want you in the future! You'll be beaten to death by your father-in-law when you get married!"
Despite the grumbling behind them, Song Juan and Su Ying went out as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.
Not far away, a group of male cultivators who were training their bodies were shirtless and were vigorously performing the feats of splitting rocks with their bare hands and breaking large stones with their chests.
He was showing off his abs and muscles with great effort, as if to tell the female cultivators that he had excellent energy and stamina.
"Strange, why are all body cultivators male?"
Su Ying felt that something was wrong.
Song Juan's numb eyes flickered, and she quickly replied, "Body training requires all sorts of tempering of muscles to show a good physique, and when necessary, it also requires protecting us female cultivators from harm, so naturally all of them are men."
"...What kind of woman does physical cultivation? Does she have to exercise? That's a man's job. Women should just focus on cultivation."
Su Ying scratched her head. Oh right, girls don't have to worry about getting married, so why bother getting so fit?
How strange! Why did she just think that maintaining one's figure and appearance was something only female cultivators did?
She followed behind Song Juan.
Four or five senior female disciples gathered around to watch, and one of them pointed at the male cultivator and said, "That kid is not bad, those pectoral muscles... tsk tsk, I wonder if he can serve you well."
Another senior female student shook her head: "No, my leg strength isn't enough, I'm afraid it will be difficult to give birth. If my body is not healthy, childbirth will kill me! Besides, I'm a bit too old."
"At worst, we can make him drink more herbal soup to nourish himself after the wedding, and lower the bride price a bit. I wonder what price his mother will ask for."
A male cultivator who was passing by heard this, his face immediately turned red, and he even flinched away in embarrassment.
The female cultivator rolled her eyes: "What are you pretending to be so reserved for? You're dressed like this in public, isn't it all for people to see!"
"Maybe they're trying to get our attention."
"Shh—you can't say that."
"Oh, right, the sect leader will find out soon."
The group whispered among themselves.
As this scene unfolds, this atmosphere permeates the entire cultivation world.
Even in the Hundred Women's Pavilion, An Yirou and the others had blank stares.
A female cultivator brought her husband in to buy pills and talismans, and also picked out a few nice clothes and jade crowns.
"My husband is getting old, and the colors he used to wear were too bright. Has Bai Nu Ge (a clothing store) released any new styles?"
An Yirou looked down at the ledger.
Dong'er pointed the way and said, "We sell pills, talismans, and magical artifacts for female cultivators here. Male cultivators' items are in Dongfeng Ferry."
The female cultivator was still coaxing her husband in a low voice, saying, "Don't be angry. I'll buy you a couple more items later, and I'll also get you the earrings that you boys like the most. Your brothers will definitely be so envious of you."
"Their wives don't have this."
Then he left.
Upon entering Dongfeng Ferry, the female cultivator went to a special rest room and talked with a group of women who had come to accompany their husbands to buy things.
The male cultivators, one by one, twirled around with their clothes and jewelry, constantly comparing themselves to the mirror.
"Hey bro, come on, help me decide, which one looks better?"
She pouts and shows off her strength, checking her buttocks one minute and then looking for clothes that show off her abs the next.
"Wow, your nails are so clean, and your hands are so soft," a male cultivator asked. "How did you do that?"
When asked, the male cultivator looked embarrassed and said, "My wife is very protective of me. She often gets her hands dirty washing the clothes of the whole family, so she specially bought hand cream and asked someone to get it for her."
This drew envious comments from many of his brothers.
"Where did you find such a wonderful woman?"
"I really envy you. You really married the right person. Unlike my husband, who complains that I'm fat. I haven't eaten meat for three days."
"She even looked down on you, bro. Her arms aren't small either."
"There's no way around it, women have a lot of social obligations."
In the lounge, several female cultivators chatted with each other.
"Oh, you really spoil your husband. You even bought him hand ointment."
"Sigh, you can only pamper your own daughter-in-law. Boys like that."
Then another male cultivator came in. He had long hair and was probably unmarried. His chest muscles were hard and well-defined.
The female cultivators stared intently at the screen, and when they saw their husbands looking over, they quickly exchanged smiles and tacitly looked away.
"Wife, hurry up and pay the bill." The man was fuming; he'd seen it all!
He even said to the female nun, "You're still spying on him even after we're married. Let's get a divorce and you can marry him."
The female cultivator sincerely took the rough, calloused hands that had been used for housework and stroked them a few times: "You are my favorite. Otherwise, why would I buy you so many things?"
"Big goblin!"
"Tch—" the male cultivator said coquettishly, "Tell me, if you hadn't met me, would you have wanted to marry him?"
The female cultivator shook her head: "Of course not, I love you, I only love you."
All she could think about was that unmarried male cultivator from earlier; his fair and delicate hands were nothing like her own sallow-faced husband.
Even if she had married that male cultivator back then, he would have aged into a haggard old man. She had no interest in teaching another one.
I'm perfectly happy with my current husband and father.
She thought about it for a moment, feeling quite pleased with herself, and the anger in her chest dissipated somewhat.
With a wave of her hand, she said, "The boss is here. I'll settle the bill for my husband."
Zhao Liu said with a grin, "Here I am!"
"My lady, you truly love your husband. A total of three thousand four hundred and eighty-seven spirit stones."
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