"You shouldn’t get your hopes up. I was able to help Mu Cheng with meridian clearing and marrow washing because the Qi Transformation Pill had already eroded all the Qi in his body, so there wouldn’t be any conflict with my Qi. Secondly, we cultivate the same Cultivation Technique, and I’m overly familiar with the way he circulates energy. Otherwise, even if I could save him, I would damage his meridians and turn him into a cripple.
As for you, if you’ve ingested a Poison Pill or something, just resign yourself to your fate." Mu Hanyan saw Wu Qi’s eyeballs swirling around and guessed what he was thinking. With a metaphorical splash of cold water, she put a damper on his thoughts. This guy’s mind sure worked fast, Mu Hanyan thought with a curl of her lip.
"Is that so? Then what if I abandon my cultivation and start training in your techniques? Would that work?" Wu Qiuyun didn’t give up. Instead, he had another idea.
Over the years, the talents of the Wu Family had withered, and even he, a Level 7 Swordsman, was among the best of the younger generation. If things continued down this path, the Wu Family would inevitably fall into decline. Consequently, Wu Qiuyun’s desire for strength was particularly strong. However, he also knew that with his natural talent, he was better than some but definitely not enough to assume the mantle of Wu Family’s Guardian. He would willingly give up over a decade of hard cultivation if it meant he could change his natural talent and potential for better cultivation. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on ⓝovelFire.net
Seeing how determined Wu Qiuyun was, even Yan Yuchu was a bit surprised. He could see that Wu Qiuyun’s talent wasn’t top-notch, and the strength he had achieved today must have cost him a lot of effort and sweat. To speak of abandoning it so readily was a sign of incredible resolve, a determination Yan Yuchu questioned if even he himself possessed.
"Even if you abandon your own cultivation, it’s no use. The Mu Family’s Inherited Skills, how could they possibly be passed on to an outsider so easily?" Mu Hanyan didn’t expect Wu Qiuyun to be as clingy as a piece of sticky candy and had to fend him off with an appropriate excuse. Each family’s secret techniques were closely guarded secrets, and she believed this would quash Wu Qiuyun’s hopes.
But what she absolutely didn’t expect was that even this excuse wouldn’t extinguish Wu Qiuyun’s determination.
"Then... if I can’t marry into your family, do you have any sisters yet to be betrothed? Oh right, Mu Cheng, do you have any? Even if she’s ugly, it doesn’t matter. What a pity, Brother Mu is a man; if he were a woman, I could make do. Actually, even if it’s a man, it doesn’t make that big of a difference. Brother Mu, are you interested in a bit of ’bromance’? What about you, Mu Cheng?" Wu Qiuyun hesitated only a moment before he started rambling on.
"Scram!" Mu Hanyan’s forehead was lined with black streaks as she imagined an alpaca taking flight in her mind. Talking about ’bromance’, it wasn’t just disgusting, it was utterly out of the question for her.
"Scram!" Mu Cheng shouted in unison, his voice booming.
Mu Cheng’s gloomy mood lightened considerably after Wu Qiuyun’s ridiculous banter. Seeing the teasing smile in Wu Qiuyun’s eyes, he knew the other man was just joking, trying to cheer him up on purpose.
Their side-by-side battles through this journey had naturally forged a friendship that had endured life-and-death situations. Mu Cheng’s heavy heart felt a touch of warmth stealing over it.
"It’s getting late; let’s bury them," Mu Hanyan said.
As the sky began to brighten, young swordsmen were already emerging from their tents and starting to reassemble. Fourth Miss Zhao and others were, after all, part of the Unity Alliance, and Mu Hanyan didn’t want to stir up any complications at this juncture.
Wu Qiuyun immediately started digging graves and buried Fourth Miss Zhao and the others.
Wu Qiuyun and the others were still relatively young, retaining some innocence, not having hearts hardened by the trials of the world. Even though Fourth Miss Zhao and the others had harbored murderous intentions, the sight of lives as young as their own extinguished before them elicited a sense of melancholy and sighs from Wu Qiuyun and his companions, and they had no wish to leave the bodies exposed to the elements.