As he was leaving, the male cultivator glared at the unmarried male cultivator.
You little slut, you better not be involved in seducing women! Otherwise, if your wife takes a husband into the family in the future, he'll definitely kill you!
The unmarried male cultivator was so frightened that he pursed his lips, quickly picked out what he wanted, and left.
"A youth-preserving pill? That must be very expensive."
The remaining male cultivators picked out clothes while starting a new round of conversation.
"My wife said that all the money in our family is for me to spend, because she loves me."
The white-robed male cultivator rummaged through the pile of clothes, finally settling on a light green garment.
"This outfit is nice; it looks fresh and elegant, giving off the feeling of a pure and refined scholar. Nowadays, women really like this type of man."
He even flexed his legs, showing off his leg muscles after just a few steps, and exclaimed, "This outfit has a really good cut."
The male cultivator in red said, "Yes, I want to be a man in my next life too."
"Look at the women's clothes, simple, plain and cheap. Look at our men's clothes, all kinds of fancy skirts and pants, different collars and folded sleeves."
"For these beautiful clothes, I want to be a man in my next life."
Just then, the man in red's wife came to fetch him.
The female cultivator grinned.
She doesn't have that much time or energy to put into this.
With the time she spends choosing and changing clothes and taking care of her skin, she could improve her skills and become a better version of herself than her friends.
If all else fails, going out for drinks with your girlfriends and ordering some handsome young men is a good option.
What kind of image does a strong, independent woman have to project an image of herself by dressing up for men every day?
But after all, he's her husband, so it's good for him to dress up a bit. It'll make her, as his wife, happy too.
Moreover, he won't focus his mind elsewhere, lest he keep thinking about going out to work and cultivate, and in the end, he won't do any housework.
She chuckled and said, "Then I'll reserve you for my next life, to be your wife again."
These sweet words were so touching that the male cultivator blushed instantly.
His heart was filled with sweetness, and he said coquettishly, "Who would want to be your husband in the next life!"
I was so embarrassed that I stopped talking to her.
Zhao Liu said, "You two are so sweet."
After paying, the female cultivator left with her husband.
A man wearing an outer shirt, revealing half of his chest and thigh, walked past.
After all, her husband was right beside her, so she forced herself not to look in that direction.
She hadn't walked far when she felt the clothes looked familiar again. Wasn't this the same style her husband had picked out?
He then pointed to the clothes in the package.
“I saw a dress, it’s too revealing, it’s practically half-open at the chest, you can’t wear it out.”
She said this to her husband.
The male cultivator was secretly pleased, but his face was flushed with anger: "I want to wear it! I want to wear it!"
The female cultivator said, "Then you can only wear it at home."
The male cultivator felt a sweet sense of being controlled; his wife loved him so much!
She blushed and agreed.
He recorded this sweet little incident in his diary, sharing it with his brothers as proof of his wife's love for him.
It was incredibly sweet.
The female cultivator was unaware of this matter. Although she enjoyed watching young men posing and flirting on the street, it didn't mean she liked her husband dressed like that and being seen by others.
Where can she put her pride?
“The outside world is so dangerous, and I feel sorry for you. There are so many bad women out there, and your cultivation level isn’t high. What if you get bullied?”
"I'll protect you. You can stay home and relax from now on."
"My wife, you truly love me! What have I done to deserve such a wife?"
As the sun set, the couple helped each other home. The female cultivator was highly skilled and strong, so the male cultivator would get tired carrying things. Therefore, she had developed the habit of helping her husband carry things many years ago.
"She's such a gentleman."
That's how her husband gradually fell in love with her.
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An Zhengzheng was unaware of the changes in the cultivation world.
She chose to stay in the places she visited, helping the people, and a century passed in the blink of an eye.
However, over the past century, fewer and fewer disciples have gone out to travel, and she has rarely encountered her fellow disciples.
And they couldn't contact their master either.
After accumulating enough incense offerings, she began packing her bags.
Awei blinked at her: "Teacher Zheng, are we leaving? Are we going to move again?"
She was still a little reluctant to part with them, because over the years, the Taoist temple had taken in many baby girls, who were all raised by Master Zheng.
With the blessing of incense, An Zhengzheng's cultivation level increased greatly.
When she was knocked away by the Goddess Yunhua, she was tightly clutching the stone that Nuwa had left over from mending the sky.
She nurtured that stone, nourishing it with divine energy.
She is not the same person she was back then.
"I have to go back."
Having just broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, she calculated with her fingers and actually foresaw a great calamity in the cultivation world.
And it has been at least a hundred years.
...She had absolutely no idea before! None of the fellow disciples who came to train mentioned it.
Awei was about to pack her bags when An Zhengzheng stopped her.
“Ah Wei, this trip may encounter unforeseen circumstances, you should not come along.”
"Master Zheng..."
"I'm afraid I won't have time to take care of you, and besides, I also need you to take care of the Taoist temple."
An Zhengzheng's words never leave room for negotiation.
Ah Wei has been with her for over a hundred years, so he naturally knows her style of doing things.
But I can't help feeling worried.
One night, she woke up and saw Master Zheng practicing his martial arts, and he coughed up half a mouthful of blood.
I'm always feeling incredibly anxious.
Over the years, Master Zheng has done good deeds during the day, but at night he practices some very strange kung fu, and is always covered in injuries.
She was very worried, but she was too weak to do anything.
Having lived for over a hundred years, she knew how naive her idea of revenge had been back then.
Inside the cave of Siyue Gate.
A smiling young girl sat on the futon where the sect leader was holding a meeting.
She looked like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, but her voice sounded like that of a twenty-seven or twenty-eight-year-old woman: "Since you're here, Senior Sister, you might as well speak your mind."
Wearing a light purple fairy robe, Wen Yu already had a somewhat divine appearance.
She appeared, her eyes filled with smiles and anticipation, with a touch of frivolousness.
"Junior Sister, your Second Senior Sister is coming back soon."
"Second Senior Sister?"
"...An Zhengzheng, famous in the cultivation world?"
She had almost forgotten about this person; when she first came to Siyue Gate, she was the person she most wanted to visit.
Unfortunately, she went traveling as soon as I arrived.
"You've made such a big fuss, she might not just stand by like I do."
Senior Sister Wen Yu tried hard to find An Zhengzheng in her memory, and smiled, "She is someone who loves the world."
The world is not only made up of women, but also of men.
However, after this trip...
An Zhengzheng, are you still the same as before?
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