Old Mu, Want a Wife?

A Daoist priest emerged from the crowd.

He wore a gray Daoist robe, white socks and gray shoes, and held a whisk. With long eyebrows, handsome eyes, and three wisps of black beard, he was truly an enlightened Daoist.

He walked up to Ji Boying, looked up at Ji Boying's handsome and youthful face, and his eyes were full of love and appreciation.

"Master, what does this mean?"

The Daoist priest chuckled twice and stroked his beard.

He gently stepped forward with his right foot, then gently pulled it back, without making a sound.

At this moment, some light snowflakes drifted down from the sky, and a few snowflakes, carried by the cold wind, swirled sparsely around Ji Boying and the enlightened man, making the scene even more harmonious.

But just looking at the footprints of that Daoist priest, the onlookers couldn't help but gasp in the cold winter wind.

Just look at that deep footprint, imprinted on the solid road in this capital city. The Daoist priest stepped lightly, leaving a mark almost a foot deep.

Such footwork is truly astonishing.

"Is the Daoist priest the Iron-Legged Immortal King?"

The short, fierce-looking man spoke with a hint of shock in his voice.

All I saw Wang Chuyi turning around with a warm and friendly face.

"I am indeed Wang Chuyi, but I dare not accept the title of 'True Man.' You must be the renowned Fort Master Peng, right?"

He then turned his head to look at the Tibetan monk, the old man with white hair and a youthful face.

"You two must be Reverend Lingzhi and Ginseng Immortal Mr. Liang, right? I've heard so much about you."

When Liang Ziwen and the others saw that the Daoist priest in front of them was Master Yuyang of the Quanzhen Sect, they were all shocked and returned the greeting repeatedly.

The Little Prince's smile froze, and he almost wanted to run away.

But Wang Chuyi ignored him and turned back to smile.

"What? Are you still being distant now that I've revealed my identity?"

Ji Boying returned the greeting with a smile.

"This Daoist priest has probably misunderstood. I am not a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect."

Wang Chuyi, however, refused to believe it.

"How is that possible? The Lightness Skill you just used was clearly the Golden Wild Goose Technique of my Quanzhen Sect. Although you have practiced it to a very high level, I can still see the shadow of the Golden Wild Goose Technique. You can't hide it from me."

Before Ji Boying could answer, Wang Chuyi continued to speak rapidly.

"Could it be that you don't know you're practicing the Golden Wild Goose Technique? Is Uncle-Master Zhou playing another prank? Did he teach you while concealing his identity? Do you recognize that old man who looks like a child? Do you know where he is now?"

Ji Boying couldn't help but smile wryly; Wang Chuyi had clearly misunderstood something.

But Ji Boying had been pondering how to answer this question ever since he saw the banner announcing a martial arts contest for marriage. These kinds of questions were unavoidable when navigating the martial world, and he needed to have a background.

Before Ji Boying could answer, the cracking of whips was heard again, followed by the screams of the common people.

Before anyone could react, at the other end of the street, a blue-faced man with a steel fork and three tumors on his head was chasing a little beggar.

The street instantly became noisy.

Dozens of soldiers, each wielding a long whip, were lashing out at the sides of the road, while a golden-topped sedan chair was carried behind them. Clearly, they were driving the civilians to clear the way.

This scene alone caused Ji Boying and Wang Chuyi to frown deeply.

"Don't hit people!"

A young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes shouted and rushed forward.

He was whipped twice, and several soldiers were knocked down.

This caused even more chaos.

"You brat, how dare you!"

The Little Prince, his face contorted with rage, snorted coldly and strode forward to block the thick-browed, large-eyed boy from the golden-roofed sedan chair.

The two immediately started fighting, exchanging blows.

Meanwhile, the little beggar who was being chased by five strange men had already circled around to this place.

Running and stopping, crawling in and out.

The five men, each wielding a weapon, appeared fierce and menacing, yet they were so clumsy that they were easily outwitted by this little Delia.

"These must be the brothers Marquis Three-Headed Flood Dragon Hou Tonghai is famous throughout the Yellow River Route, right?"

Wang Chuyi frowned, but managed to maintain a semblance of amiability as he stopped Hou Tonghai.

"Your Excellency is renowned throughout the martial world, why bother with such a lowly Delia? For my sake, please show mercy and spare him."

Wang Chuyi felt pity for the weak. Although the little Delia seemed clever, he was being chased by five Han Dynasty wielding various vicious weapons. He couldn't help but speak up.

He also wanted to demonstrate his identity to Ji Boying.

Although he pleaded for mercy, his brows were still slightly furrowed, and he glanced at the scene of the Little Prince's battle out of the corner of his eye.

"I don't care who you are, Wang or Li. Why should I give you face? Get out of my way."

Three-Headed Flood Dragon Hou Tonghai, brandished his steel fork in a menacing manner.

"Brother Hou, please don't be rude. This is Wang Chuyi of the Quanzhen Sect."

Peng Lianhu was closest to Sha Tongtian, Hou Tonghai's senior apprentice. They helped each other and often did some business together without any initial investment.

Those who engage in such risk-free business naturally do not want to offend the Quanzhen Sect.

"Who cares about this Wang... Ah... It's Daoist Priest Wang of the Quanzhen Sect... Alright, I, Old Hou, will give you this face."

Hou Tonghai suddenly changed his expression and smiled in a pretentious manner.

Holding a steel fork and carrying such a strangely shaped staff, he certainly looked imposing.

Unfortunately, the four people behind him were all panting heavily, which really diminished his dignity.

Suddenly, the little beggar turned around in the crowd, made a face at Hou Tonghai, and stuck out his tongue.

This instantly enraged Hou Tonghai, who started yelling loudly.

Wang Chuyi ignored the little beggar's lack of gratitude.

The young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes was already in grave danger under the combined attack of the Little Prince and several soldiers.

His face was as cold as frost, and he let out a loud, indifferent shout.

Who taught you martial arts?

The gray figure flew out in a flash.

He rushed into the midst of the battle, and with a few sweeps of his whisk, several arrogant soldiers were sent flying backward.

The Little Prince was grabbed by the arm by the Daoist priest and pinned to the ground, screaming in pain.

"Daoist Master, don't be angry. Let him go. As long as they stop hitting people, that's fine."

The kind-hearted boy, who had been beaten and had several bruises on his body, actually started to try to persuade the other boy.

The sedan chair, which was still some distance away, seemed to be urged to move forward and started moving again.

Ji Boying looked at the bustling street, then turned around and smiled at the old man behind her.

When the man saw Ji Boying's gaze fall upon him, he dared not be negligent and quickly clasped his hands in greeting.

"My name is Mu Yi. What advice do you have for me, young master?"

"Brother Mu, do you want a wife? If you follow my orders and become my subordinate, I'll give you the wife you've always longed for."