Near Vermilion, One Grows Foolish

Zhao Shiran was beautiful and kind-hearted, graceful and gentle in word and deed. In this Immortality Cultivation World, where material desires ran rampant, there truly were few good women as gentle as her.

Viewed from another angle, it was precisely because she was so out of place in the Immortality Cultivation World that Zhao Shiran's path had been so ill-fated. The first half of her life had been a constant struggle.

Only after meeting Lu Bei did she finally find a quiet place to call her own.

Perhaps because she was too gentle, Zhao Shiran had no mind of her own. She simply went along with Lu Bei's every decision, preferring to suffer grievances herself rather than cause him the slightest trouble.

Take this time, for example. To make cultivation more convenient and have access to a furnace whenever she wanted, the Grand Tutor had moved Jing Shang Palace from the Capital City to Cangqian Mountain.

She had followed him to Lu Bei's territory. After hearing that the Heavenly Sword Sect had two Sect Master's Wives, she stopped leaving the house altogether, keeping such a low profile that she was practically cut off from the outside world.

Bah, what a scumbag!

Even Lu Bei himself could not stand watching it. He dragged Zhao Shiran out of Jing Shang Palace, touring the mountains and waters with her to lift her spirits.

Zhao Shiran felt as though thorns were pricking her back, terrified that someone might see them and spread gossip about Lu Bei throughout the Heavenly Sword Sect.

"Don't be afraid. No one will see us. Even if someone does... heh heh."

Lu Bei curled his lips. "Take that old farmer we just passed, for example. Go ask him. I guarantee he won't even dare fart in my presence."

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