Male superiority and female superiority: forced love

Late at night, Sanqing Town is still brightly lit and bustling with people, much more lively than Liangcheng.

After asking an uncle who sells boiled water, I learned that this place is surrounded by the sea on both sides and is a small place. On weekdays, merchant ships dock at the port day and night, which brings huge business opportunities to the town, so the scale of the night market has also grown.

More vendors will set up stalls in the second half of the night and will not return home until the hour of Yin.

Fumanlou is the largest treasure house in this town. Although it cannot be compared with Baoyuezhai and Yilan Pavilion, it also has some good goods.

And sure enough, they actually found a treasure - a blue and white seawater globe vase, which is worth 1.2 million taels and is the treasure of this building.

It is said that this bottle has a history of more than 500 years and was a top-notch item that the owner got by chance when he was young while traveling across the West Sea.

Meng Huali happily took out the silver note from his pocket, and before Ruan Chuyin even had time to pay the price, the deal was done.

At this moment, she finally realized that this man had the style of a sect leader.

"What else do you want? How about I take you to the next town to have a look?" Meng Huali was fast and could move around freely with her.

Ruan Chuyin thought about it, felt that it was enough, and shook her head.

Ji Zhiya had previously refined three high-level elixirs, and he had used up two of them during the battle against the evil sect, leaving him with only one. Giving him these two treasures wouldn't be disrespectful.

After returning to the inn, she asked Qin Guanzhi to write a visiting card and prepare to visit her benefactor the next afternoon.

Xuantian Sect received the news early that morning. Yan Shanting was greatly surprised and stared blankly at the gold-embossed post for a long time.

The two elders, Chen Dashi and Zhuang Youwei, smiled at each other, feeling that the sect leader's fate had arrived, and urged, "Shan Ting, everyone has come in person this time, you must seize the opportunity."

Yan Shanting's handsome face flushed, and he put down the note, pretending to be calm and saying, "Old Ancestor, please don't joke. Guan Zhi and I have been close friends for many years. How could I sit idly by and watch his wife in trouble? It's just my job."

Upon hearing this, Elder Chen pointed at him and smiled even more cheerfully, "Men should marry when they are old enough, and women should marry when they are old enough. Now that you've reached the right age and have met a nice girl, why are you still standing there doing nothing? Are you still waiting for her to propose to you in person?"

Patriarch Zhuang wholeheartedly agreed with Patriarch Chen's words: "That's quite right. When you first met Hatsune, how many husbands did she have? She's been married off again and again in just a few short months. If you don't hurry up, you won't be the next one. Besides, you're not bad looking, and your strength is unmatched. And in terms of status, our Xuantian Sect is number one in the world. Why should we hold back?"

Yan Shanting was genuinely moved by what the two ancestors said, but he still had deeper concerns in his heart.

If we don't break the window, we will always be friends. If we break it and it still doesn't work out, how will we meet in the future?

No way, no way!

At this time, the old sect leader Jiang Zhiwei walked in. From a distance, he could hear the two old ancestors' voices as loud as bells.

He was dressed in a dark blue shirt, his hair was gray, and he was thin. At seventy-one, he was still handsome and energetic. The faint traces of time at the corners of his eyes made him look anything but a man in his seventies.

"Master, have you come out of seclusion?" Yan Shanting hadn't seen his mentor for half a year and missed him very much. His eyes suddenly softened a little.

"What's the point of understanding if you can't? Might as well get some fresh air." Jiang Zhi smiled and waved his hand. After five sessions of seclusion over ten years, his strength hadn't improved at all. It seemed his realm had reached its limit.

The two elders laughed heartily and said comfortingly, "Zhiwei, don't be discouraged. Your uncle also realized something after he was a hundred years old, and has made some small progress. At your age, cultivation is for fun. Success is success, and failure is nothing. It's just right that you're out of seclusion now. Shan Ting's sweetheart is going up the mountain tomorrow afternoon. Let's help him capture that girl and keep her in Xuantian Sect as the Sect Master's wife, okay?"

"Which girl is it?" Jiang Zhiwei's eyes lit up when he heard this. His days of retreat were boring, and finally he had something to do.

The two elders then narrated the entire story. Afterward, Jiang Zhiwei looked at his blushing disciple and fell into deep thought.

It turned out that she was the disciple-in-law of the Drunken Sword God of the Wangxi Sect, and he took note of her.