Just as Dai Xingyu was trying to comfort himself, thinking that Fuyue Daozun, as a poor sword cultivator, didn't have much savings, the guards outside the prison cell seemed to be deliberately trying to stab him in the heart.
The guard added, "I originally thought sword cultivators were all poor, but Master Fuyue has changed my understanding of sword cultivators."
"Rare and precious materials, medicinal herbs and spiritual plants, magical treasures found in various secret realms, the materials are countless..."
"So, the poor sword cultivators are just like us."
Dai Xingyu burst into tears again. When Wei Qinghe married him, although she didn't bring much with her, she still supported the Nanfeng Sect. Yet he had always looked down on Wei Qinghe.
Why didn't he think about where the other person got so many spirit stones? Now that I think about it, the other person didn't seem to be carrying much, but there must have been quite a lot inside their storage bag.
He didn't want a divorce at first because he was attracted to Wei Qinghe's beauty, but he couldn't bear to give up the glory and future that Liuli brought him.
Looking back now, it's really getting more and more ridiculous.
puff!
A large mouthful of blood spurted out.
Several of his senior brothers felt sorry for him, but along with their sympathy, they also wanted to mock him.
...
Time flies, and half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.
Fuyue Daozun really did start living the life of a son-in-law at a very young age.
Accompanying Wei Qinghe in practicing swordsmanship at the Lingzong Sect every day, Wei Qinghe's swordsmanship also improved rapidly.
However, two of the dowry members were a bit of an eyesore, either acting as third wheels or eating the spiritual fruits and pastries that Daoist Fuyue had painstakingly prepared.
Looking at the purple hue hanging from the tree trunk, Daoist Fuyue sighed.
Wei Qinghe was practicing swordsmanship with Chu Ling'er, whose swordsmanship had become even more exquisite since she advanced to the Dao Venerable level.
"Does Senior Brother Sect Leader really not plan to go back to manage the sect?" He couldn't help but ask. These past six months should have been a time for him and Wei Qinghe to be alone together.
But he was occupied by these two uninvited guests, and he didn't even get to hold Wei Qinghe's hand more than a few times. He felt so stifled being a fiancé.
It would have been better before, without this glamorous identity, at least I could still get some perks from time to time.
Jingyao Tianzun lay on the tree trunk without any regard for his image, supporting his head with his hands. "The elders in the sect have managed things very well. Besides, who would have thought that I, the dignified sect leader of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect, would be hiding in the Spirit Sect?"
He's clearly trying to steal people.
Fuyue Daozun suddenly glanced at the distant sky and said, "Does the sect leader think that if someone really comes looking for you, you can hide in the Spirit Sect? Don't drag my Qinghe into this."
As if a flash of Buddhist light appeared, Jingyao Tianzun immediately appeared beside Chu Ling'er, grabbed her, and disappeared from the spot.
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