Learning

After speaking, the woman gave Xu Chunniang an awkward glance.

"Miss, my child spoke without restraint. I hope you will not hold it against him."

With that, she hurriedly dragged her child away.

As she walked, she did not forget to scold her child, her palm as large as a cattail fan landing hard on his backside.

"They just moved here, and we don't even know their origins. Yet you dared to kowtow and ask her to take you as a disciple? If you love kowtowing so much, when your father comes home later, kowtow to him a few more times!"

"Waaah!"

The boy wept bitterly, howling that he would not dare do it again. The other children exchanged looks at once.

Xu Chunniang smiled faintly. Unbothered, she slung her sword across her back again, passed through streets and lanes, and stepped into a bustling thoroughfare teeming with people.

With a sword on her back, she drew many repeated glances along the way.

In the Mortal Realm, even learned women could rarely escape the fate of serving their husbands and raising their children.

Women like Xu Chunniang, who could carry a sword with such carefree ease, were indeed few and far between.

Standing in a mortal city and watching the crowds flow along the streets, she nearly forgot that she was a cultivator.

Cultivators pursued the Dao and sought immortality alone; they were always lonely.

Yet amidst the clamor of the mortal marketplace, Xu Chunniang seemed to experience a little of the liveliness of being human.

She entered a wonton shop. The waiter recognized her at a glance; this guest's bearing was simply too distinctive.

He had not read much and did not know how to describe it, but the moment he saw her, joy rose from the bottom of