I Dug My Own Grave and Buried Myself!

Two bumpkins?

Chu Qing looked at Hua Yu, dressed in splendid Brocade Clothes and carrying herself with extraordinary grace.

Then he looked at his own red-and-white brocade robe.

He felt that he was not a bumpkin.

Well... at least not anymore.

Hua Yu gritted her teeth, trembling all over with rage.

In the prefectural city, she was the Cui Family's madam, a woman of standing and reputation.

She had always been the one calling others bumpkins. No one had ever dared to call her that.

Gritting her teeth, she said flatly, "Mm... who are you people?"

The woman holding the whip sneered disdainfully. "This young lady asked you a question, and you dare question me in return?"

"Sure enough, bumpkins are bumpkins!"

"You're simply courting death!"

The young woman swung her whip.

It cracked twice against Hua Yu.

Hua Yu sneered. With a flick at her waist, her small hand drew out a soft sword and she began fighting the other woman.

She did not want to cause trouble.

But that did not mean she feared trouble.

One mature beauty and one young beauty fought in circles, fluttering like butterflies. It was quite a sight.

Chu Qing watched with great interest.

Several youths nearby looked at Chu Qing with equal interest.

"Kid, are you from Stone Province?"

As Chu Qing's cultivation improved, his temper had improved considerably as well.

Now, whenever he did things, he valued harmony above all else.

Therefore, though they had spoken rudely, he restrained himself.

He cupped his fist. "That's right!"

"Friend, what is the matter?"

One youth burst into laughter. "What a case of wearing out iron shoes in a fruitless search, only to find it without any effort at all!"

"Kid, we were just looking for someone from Stone Province!"

Chu Qing answered with