It's not because they cherish beauty and pity the jade, but because they dare not.

They are all too familiar with the fearsome reputation of Zisu; those who aren't, need only look at the bodies lying on the ground to understand.

"You bunch of trash, she's half-crippled now, hurry up and kill her!" Seeing his subordinates all cowardly, the leader angrily scolded and urged.

Yet even so, no one dared to be the first to strike. They were just earning a fixed salary; there was no need to risk their lives.

They were scared, but Zisu was not.

"I don't take kindly to polite drinks, and I certainly won't accept punishment wine!" With a loud shout, Zisu raised her aura to its peak and slashed out with her sword.

A rolling wave of sword power swept towards those blocking her path.

Ah! Screams immediately arose. With one sword stroke, several were severely injured and fell from the void. The encirclement was instantly torn open, and Zisu flashed through, jumping out of the encirclement, then turned and delivered several terrifying sword strikes.

Ah! The screams were incessant, forming a continuous, almost melodious sound.

Except for the leader, everyone else was injured, and a couple with weaker cultivation were directly sent to the underworld.

"What are you waiting for?" The leader cursed at these useless men: "Hurry up and chase her! Are you all so useless that you let her break through the encirclement?" After being scolded, the Tianzang realm cultivators finally snapped out of it, each suppressing their injuries and chasing in the direction Zisu had fled.

However, they weren't chasing with all their might; after all, they were just earning a fixed salary, no need to be too serious.

Using ninety percent, or even eighty percent of their usual speed was just right.

"You bunch of trash!" The leader cursed again; a whole group of them couldn't even catch up to a severely injured woman.

But it was futile, they were still slow, and their excuse was exceptionally fresh and refined: we are severely injured, our speed can't increase.

In the imperial palace of the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty.

The matter was settled, the marriage contract was signed, and the meeting was adjourned.

Mengxian did not leave the palace; she was kept by Luo Shuyin.

Of course, if Mengxian didn't want to stay, not even a hundred Luo Shuyins could keep her.

"Poet Meng, I wonder how high your cultivation level is." Luo Shuyin's purpose for keeping Mengxian was simple: to discuss the Dao.

For hundreds of years, his cultivation had stagnated at a certain level, always thinking that the laws of this world only allowed cultivation to this point. Unexpectedly, today he met someone with higher cultivation, naturally he wanted to have a good discussion.

"It's hard to say, but defeating you would be easy." Mengxian's light words left Luo Shuyin speechless, not knowing how to respond.

For many years, it was the first time he had heard such a heaven-defying statement.

But he wasn't displeased, because he could feel that this Poet Meng had the strength.

A short separation is like a new love, Nie Yuan and Luo Zhixue were sweet for a while before leaving the palace together, heading in one direction.

Where were they going? Naturally, to the first wealthy family of the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty, the Qin residence. Qin Shou had sent a message earlier saying the items were ready, to come and collect them.

Originally, Nie Yuan thought of not bringing Luo Zhixue, as the traded items were contraband, and Luo Zhixue was of royal status. But then he thought, so what if she's royal, she's his wife, would she really betray him? So, the two left the palace and headed towards the most luxurious mansion in the capital, aside from the palace.

"Nie Yuan, since Poet Meng is so strong, why did you still join the Tianxuan Sword Sect? Shouldn't practicing with her be faster?" On the way, Luo Zhixue asked curiously.

Having a Shattering Heaven realm expert as a master, why go to the trouble of joining a sword sect to be taught by a peak Earth Store realm cultivator?

"Well, that's a long story." Nie Yuan cleared his throat and made up: "In short, she basically doesn't care much about me. To survive longer, I joined the sword sect."

Lying doesn't cost taxes, so he just made it up. He couldn't very well say that usually she had no combat power, only in special circumstances, like when borrowing a corpse to return a soul.

"I see." Luo Zhixue said thoughtfully.

To get to the Qin residence, they had to pass through a street, commonly known as the commercial street.

Shops, stalls, lovers, and braggarts were all present, full of the atmosphere of the marketplace.

Luo Zhixue, as the eldest princess, had grown up in the palace and naturally had never been here. Walking here with Nie Yuan for the first time, she felt a strange sensation.

It felt quite novel.

As a young couple, it was natural to hold hands while strolling.

Having met the parents, there was no need to hide, so Nie Yuan reached out and took Luo Zhixue's delicate hand, leading her through the streets.

They weren't in a hurry to get to the Qin residence, so Nie Yuan decided to take his time and enjoy the stroll with his wife.

"Nie Yuan, you..." Seeing Nie Yuan holding her hand in public, Luo Zhixue's beautiful face immediately flushed with a hint of red.

"What's wrong?" Nie Yuan looked back.

"Nothing... nothing." Luo Zhixue bit her lip and said.

Running a fever? Seeing his wife acting a bit strange and her face a bit red, Nie Yuan wondered.

But then he thought, as cultivators, they don't catch colds, so our young master Nie leaned in closer and whispered, "Is it that time?"

"What time?" Luo Zhixue's eyes showed confusion.

"Your relatives, are they visiting?" Seeing Luo Zhixue didn't understand, Nie Yuan explained.

"Relatives?" Luo Zhixue was even more confused, looking at Nie Yuan and asking, "Which relatives are visiting?" Seeing Luo Zhixue still didn't get it, Nie Yuan leaned closer to her ear and explained.

Listening, Luo Zhixue's face instantly turned bright red, and she said shyly, "No... no, stop asking, just keep walking." As she spoke, she pinched Nie Yuan's arm.

"Ouch... ouch ouch." Nie Yuan cried out in pain, but his eyes were full of affection. Indeed, when his wife was shy, she had a unique charm.

After a moment of playful banter, the couple leisurely continued their stroll.

Nie Yuan held Luo Zhixue's delicate hand, wandering through the streets, looking left and right, while Luo Zhixue followed beside him, her face still tinged with a blush.

Suddenly, Nie Yuan seemed to spot something and pulled Luo Zhixue towards a stall ahead.

Ahead was a stall selling women's accessories, not exactly comprehensive, but with a wide variety.

Nie Yuan's eye was immediately caught by the most dazzling hairpin, which he picked up and examined for a moment.

"This hairpin, though not as grand or ornate as those in the palace, has a different kind of beauty." Luo Zhixue looked at the hairpin in Nie Yuan's hand and said.

"I thought so too." Before Luo Zhixue could react, Nie Yuan had already gently inserted the hairpin into her hair.

Indeed, a beauty looks good with anything.

The hairpin complemented Luo Zhixue's flowing black hair, enhancing her picturesque beauty and elegant charm.

Nie Yuan's eyes showed satisfaction; his wife was just beautiful, he could never get enough of looking at her.

"Young master, you have a good eye. This hairpin is the most precious one here, as if it were custom-made for this young lady..." The stall owner, a woman, walked up to Nie Yuan and Luo Zhixue, praising Nie Yuan's good taste and Luo Zhixue's beauty, occasionally complimenting her own hairpins, all standard sales techniques.