Chapter 492: Chapter 486: Whose Dashing Young Man on the Path? I Plan to Marry Him for Life.

Du Youqian’s purpose for coming this time was not exactly a secret or bizarre affair in the Cultivation Realm.

Therefore, he spoke truthfully. "This junior has a few friends who were reincarnated in the Zhao Kingdom. I came this time to guide them back onto the path of the Dao."

"I see. Has everything gone smoothly?"

"Thanks to you, Senior, everything has gone smoothly."

"That is good." Yu Shang True Monarch was undeniably beautiful, but she was so stately and carried such a noble air that one felt a pressure not to speak loudly in her presence.

But when she smiled, it was like frost thawing and spring returning to the earth, and Du Youqian felt the pressure on him instantly vanish.

"Little Friend Sui Xiao, since you are willing to be a Court Tributor, you are one of us now. Although this old woman has no extraordinary treasures, I will have a small gift sent over later. I hope you will not find it lacking."

"I dare not refuse a gift from an elder. Thank you, True Monarch." Du Youqian’s etiquette was impeccable.

"Meeting such an outstanding young man today has truly brightened my spirits. Zhao Shan!"

"Here!" Zhao Shan responded.

"This old woman has a few difficult problems to solve in seclusion. You will entertain Suigong properly in my stead."

"Yes!"

Although they had only met briefly and exchanged a few words, Du Youqian couldn’t help but feel a little regretful. However, since she had already given the order to see him out, he naturally wouldn’t overstay his welcome.

But later, when Yu Shang True Monarch’s "small gift" arrived, Du Youqian’s regret vanished completely.

"What a truly virtuous and respected senior!" Du Youqian exclaimed in admiration.

The small gift from Yu Shang True Monarch included a pair of Tier Four Meiyu, a bottle of Elixirs for a Nascent Soul Cultivator’s daily Cultivation, and a Tier Four Special Treasure with Array-Breaking Power.

The total value was approximately 650,000 Spiritual Jade.

How incredibly wealthy!

The Zhao Kingdom should have seven or eight Divinity Transformation True Monarchs in total. If only every one of them was like Yu Shang True Monarch, so fond of supporting the younger generation and so generous with their wealth.

’I could make a fortune just by visiting all of them.’

Of course, Du Youqian knew this was impossible.

No one’s money grew on trees.

No matter how rich the Zhao Kingdom was, they wouldn’t casually give four or five million Spiritual Jade’s worth of gifts to a Nascent Soul Cultivator who had just joined the Sacrificial Team.

Many Nascent Soul Cultivators could only earn a net worth of four or five million over their entire lifetime, which just goes to show what an enormous sum this was.

Unless Du Youqian advanced to the Divinity Transformation realm and was willing to marry into the Zhao Kingdom’s Royal Family, deeply binding himself to them, only then might the Zhao Kingdom offer a gift of such value.

After returning from his meeting with Master Yu Shang, Zhao Shan suggested they continue the music and dancing, saying he would arrange for people to pick up Du Youqian’s friends.

But Du Youqian didn’t want to show favoritism. In the future, both the Beautiful Daoist Nun Wu Ai and Li Fei would awaken their Past Life Memories.

’Li Fei might be fine with it,’ he thought, ’since my relationship with her is relatively simple.’

’But Wu Ai... she’s one of my Dao Companions, after all. If she got jealous, it would be difficult to handle.’

So, after another two days of feasting, the Flying Boat set off once more.

For the past few days, Luo Jinyu, Lin Sha, and Fang Hua had been in Xiangya City, getting a good look at the extravagance of High-level Cultivators—a level of prosperity and luxury that surpassed an ordinary person’s imagination.

Lin Sha, in particular, had several times seen Cultivators far more powerful than their county’s Immortal Sect Observation Envoy prostrating themselves before Du Youqian, not even daring to lift their heads.

Only then did she gain a new understanding of Du Youqian’s status and position.

Her attitude toward him had also quietly begun to change.

But she still hadn’t completely opened her heart to him.

In her midnight dreams, that figure was still there, seeming to gaze at her with deep affection, yet also seeming to distance himself heartlessly.

She could only watch helplessly, unable to cry when she wanted to, unable to make a sound when she tried to speak.

As for Luo Jinyu, he too seemed deeply shaken. His greatest dream had once been to reach Core Formation and become his family’s Helmsman.

But now, it seemed a seed called ambition was beginning to sprout...

Only Fang Hua, on the surface, appeared completely unmoved.

Luo Jinyu and Lin Sha both thought she was pretending.

Only Du Youqian knew that her heart was truly as firm as a rock, unshakable.

With such a disposition, even with only a Middle Grade Spirit Root in this life, she could potentially go very, very far.

But then again, it didn’t matter how far she—or any of them—went in this life, or even the next.

Du Youqian would find them and guide them, life after life.

One day, they too would achieve Ascension to Immortality and stand by his side for all eternity.

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"Sister Feifei, did you know? The family is planning to marry you off to the Wada Family." A girl with a baby face ran in like a gust of wind, a crafty smile in her eyes.

The young woman combing her hair in front of the mirror paused her movements, then slowly continued, her face devoid of expression. "If it is the family’s decision, then I will naturally comply."

"But Sister Feifei, you can’t possibly want to just get married off like this, right? Your Middle Grade Spirit Root isn’t great, but it’s not bad either. If they needed someone for a marriage alliance, why didn’t they choose a girl from one of those other branches? They picked you because they see your branch—just a widow and her orphan daughter—as easy to bully." The baby-faced girl spoke in a rapid-fire burst, her tone resentful.

The young woman at her vanity replied calmly, "My food, clothing, and shelter, as well as everything I need for my Cultivation, are all provided by the clan. If the clan elders ask me to do something, it is my duty to obey."

Seeing that her attempt to stir up trouble had failed, the baby-faced girl pouted. "Sister Feifei, you’re just too good-natured. That’s why everyone dares to bully you."

After the baby-faced girl left, the young woman stared blankly into the mirror, then suddenly raised her hand.

CRASH! The Copper Mirror fell to the floor.

The young woman covered her face with her hands, her shoulders heaving as she began to sob silently.

"What are you crying about?" A man’s voice suddenly sounded from behind her.

Li Fei jumped in fright—a literal jump that knocked her chair over.

She leaned back against the table, hands trembling and chest heaving violently, tear tracks clearly visible on her beautiful face.

"Who are you? Why are you in my room!" Li Fei’s voice trembled.

She didn’t dare to speak loudly or call for help.

Although she couldn’t discern his Cultivation level, the oppressive aura emanating from this handsome stranger was nearly suffocating.

’Could he be a Foundation Establishment Cultivator? Or even a legendary Core Formation Ancestor?’

Li Fei felt as if she were suffocating.

"SQUEAK SQUEAK!" A Little Monkey clambered up the man’s back, plopped itself on his shoulder with a cheeky air, and glanced smugly at Li Fei. "SQUEAK SQUEAK!"

Strangely enough, Li Fei could somehow understand the monkey’s squeaks: ’Little girl, you look so ugly when you cry. You’ve even got snot running down your nose.’

Li Fei’s face flushed red, and she quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe her face.

After doing this, she wasn’t so afraid anymore and looked at the strange man with curiosity.

The faint, almost-there smile on the stranger’s face looked inexplicably familiar, putting her at ease.

"Senior, may I ask what business you have here?" Li Fei asked again.

"Come with me," the man finally said.

Blushing, Li Fei lowered her head.

She wanted to refuse.

Of course, she should refuse.

’He’s a strange man. Who knows what ill intentions he might have?’

’Could he be planning to trick an inexperienced girl like me and sell me off?’

Li Fei lifted her eyelids and stole a glance at him. Seeing the playful smile on the corner of his lips, she nodded as if possessed. "Okay!"

Whose son walks there, a young man of such grace and style? I’d vow myself to him, to be his for a lifetime.

And should I be abandoned, heartlessly cast aside, I’d feel no shame!

Only after agreeing did Li Fei realize what she’d done. She blushed and said, "But my mother... my clansmen..."

Du Youqian chuckled. "You don’t have to worry about any of that. I’ll take care of it. All you need to do is follow me and focus on your Cultivation."

’Just Cultivation?’

A wave of disappointment suddenly washed over Li Fei’s heart.

She immediately felt shy and ridiculous for her own disappointment.

Immersed in these complex emotions, she didn’t even notice when the strange man left.

But it didn’t matter.

She knew he would definitely come back for her.

Even though they had only met once, she believed this with all her heart.

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A dozen or so burly, ferocious-looking men brandishing weapons had surrounded a slender young woman dressed in white.

The young woman was as beautiful as a flower beaded with morning dew—pure, delicate, and tantalizing.

The leader of the men had dark skin and muscles so bulging they were intimidating. A scar, clearly left unconcealed on purpose, marred his rough face. He grinned maliciously. "One village girl leaves, and an even prettier one shows up. I’ve really hit the jackpot. Little lady, when you decided to stick your nose in other people’s business, did you ever stop to think what would happen to you?"

The slender young woman held a Sword, but to be honest, even if it were a Divine Soldier capable of slicing through iron like mud, in her hands it looked more like a flower—a mere decoration that posed no threat whatsoever.

The young woman sighed. To a refined person, her sigh would have sounded elegant and tinged with a hint of melancholy, inspiring an irresistible urge to smooth away the trace of sorrow on her brow.

"You all... Although you have done wrong, your crimes do not warrant death. Why must you insist on seeking your own demise?" The young woman didn’t draw her Sword, but merely sighed mournfully.

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