My Second Sister Married a Good Husband

With a whoosh, a sharp arrow pierced the servant's skull, killing him with a single shot. It flew past Mu Zibai's face, trailing a fierce, cutting gust, and pierced the Dragon Person Crown Prince through the shoulder.

The powerful arrow sent him flying backward. The entire dragon was carried along with it and pinned to a rock, unable to move.

Mu Zibai let out a breath of relief. He'd nearly been done for. Luckily, the arrow had come just in time. Its force was utterly domineering: not only had it killed the servant in one shot, it had also pinned the Dragon Person Crown Prince to the rock, alive.

And the arrow had just flown past his face. That fierce wind had felt like a blade slicing his skin. The force of the shot alone could wound someone. How terrifying.

Whoever had fired it was surely beyond the Mystic Armor Realm.

He looked toward the direction the arrow had come from. Far away, atop the island, above Tianling Temple, stood a blurry figure. It was too distant; Mu Zibai could make out only a vague outline.

From so far away, the shot had been incredibly precise. Whether in controlling its force or wielding Qi, the archer had reached consummate mastery.

Was this the difference in strength?

Mu Zibai's eyes filled with longing. It was impossible not to envy such strength.

The man lowered his bow and hurried over. With a tap of his toes, he sprang dozens of meters, as if striding through the air, and landed in front of Mu Zibai.

Only then did Mu Zibai get a clear look at him. It was Wenren Longhong. Mu Zibai had known that Wenren Longhong was powerful, but he hadn't imagined he was this astonishing.

What's more, the shot showed that Wenren Longhong had immense confidence in his own strength. Otherwise, he wouldn't have fired it so casually.

"Not bad. You've been hiding your abilities pretty well, kid," Wenren Longhong said, rather surprised.

In fact, he'd noticed Wenren Qingyi long ago. After asking what had happened, he'd planned to intervene at once, but when he saw Mu Zibai's strength and watched him fight two dragons, he was surprised.

He'd wanted to see just how strong Mu Zibai was. The result had left him stunned.

All this time, not only had no one at the manor noticed Mu Zibai's strength—not even Wenren Longhong had. It had never even occurred to him that Mu Zibai might be a cultivator.

Who would've thought that Mu Zibai, the frail weakling everyone talked about, was in the Mystic Armor Realm—and no slouch even among its practitioners?

After observing him closely just now, Wenren Longhong had seen Mu Zibai face off against two Dragon People with composure and rich combat experience, moving with ease. And physically, he could go toe-to-toe with a Dragon Person.

In the early realms, Mystic Armor and Tiger Martial, Dragon People had a natural physical advantage. They were born tougher than humans. Yet Wenren Longhong hadn't seen the slightest sign of that advantage against Mu Zibai.

Wenren Longhong's eyes lit up as he looked at Mu Zibai, seeing him in a whole new light. So this kid had been hiding his true abilities all along!

His heart was filled with excitement, delight, surprise, and relief.

Mu Zibai fell silent. When he'd first fought the Dragon People, he'd known his abilities might be exposed, but it didn't matter. Wenren Longhong was on his side, after all.

If they were family, there was nothing to worry about.

"Not at all. They're just little tricks. Big Brother, are you in the Dragon Wasteland Realm?" Mu Zibai asked curiously.

"I entered the Dragon Wasteland Realm six years ago," Wenren Longhong replied. He was almost forty, but looked no different from a young man in his twenties.

From birth, Wenren Longhong had displayed martial talent far beyond that of ordinary people. He'd trained in martial arts from childhood, and it was said he had entered the Mystic Armor Realm at thirteen and gone off to war, earning military honors. He was truly one of the outstanding talents of his generation.

Even with the Turtle Breath Pearl, Mu Zibai probably couldn't have evaded Wenren Longhong's probing. But Wenren Longhong had never considered that Mu Zibai was a cultivator, so he'd naturally overlooked him.

"How long have you been cultivating? How long did it take you to break through? How long have you been in the Mystic Armor Realm?" Wenren Longhong fired off several questions, as if he'd suddenly found himself a new pastime.

Cultivation, it seemed, was Wenren Longhong's passion.

"Uh..." Mu Zibai drew a deep breath and said, "I started rather late. I've been cultivating for a little over a year, and I just broke through today."

"You just broke through today?" Wenren Longhong stroked his chin and thought it over. "And you're already this strong?"

He was puzzled. Mu Zibai had just broken through, yet could fight two Dragon People. It was hard to believe, but Mu Zibai didn't look like he was lying.

"Then you must have built up a lot of strength in the earlier stages," Wenren Longhong concluded.

Mu Zibai nodded in agreement. If Wenren Longhong knew he'd reached a breakthrough in just a month, he'd probably think Mu Zibai was some kind of monster.

Besides, to be safe, he'd said it had taken a year, so as not to invite needless suspicion.

"Do you want me to keep your strength a secret? You've hidden it for so long, so you must have had your reasons. The Mu family, perhaps?" Wenren Longhong said with a smile.

Mu Zibai had kept his abilities hidden all this time, so he must have had his reasons. The only one Wenren Longhong could think of was the Mu family.

With Mu Zibai's background and talent, standing out wasn't necessarily a good thing. Besides, it was clear the Mu family didn't pay much attention to him.

The Mu family was technically his father's clan, but in truth, their relationship was terrible. If they learned the truth, who knew what tricks they might pull? Perhaps that was exactly what Mu Zibai feared.

As for making peace and burying the hatchet, Wenren Longhong could only laugh at the idea.

Thinking of how the Mu family had pushed Mu Zibai out as a shield made Wenren Longhong grit his teeth in anger. The Mu family had schemed and calculated, but they hadn't realized Mu Zibai wasn't a weakling. Instead, they'd handed Wenren Manor a great gift.

"We're all family, so it doesn't matter whether they know. As for the Mu family, it doesn't matter whether they acknowledge me. I'm not even in the family register," Mu Zibai said with a smile. In his heart, he already considered Wenren Manor his home. At least for now, everyone there had treated him well.

Those words also brought him and Wenren Manor closer. Wenren Longhong nodded, patted Mu Zibai on the shoulder, and laughed heartily. "We're family. Whether or not the Mu family gives you trouble, Wenren Manor will support you with everything we've got."

"Thank you, Big Brother," Mu Zibai said gratefully.

"No need to thank me. We're family," Wenren Longhong said with a smile. He looked Mu Zibai over carefully. "They say the Mu family has a keen eye for talent, but they don't seem to have much of one. Wenren Manor's the one that struck gold. If you run into anything you don't understand in your cultivation, just ask me. Have you ever thought of going to war?"

Mu Zibai: "..."

Wenren Longhong was being unusually warm toward Mu Zibai today. Mu Zibai was almost overwhelmed and didn't know what to say, so he could only offer a shy smile.

"I haven't thought about it yet."

"That makes sense. You're my second sister's husband now, so family has to come first. War is too dangerous. Building up your strength is what matters most." Wenren Longhong considered this for a moment, then continued, "But a man should make a name for himself. Train hard, and someday I'll take you to war. I'll make sure you earn your honors."

"Thank you, Big Brother," Mu Zibai said gratefully. He truly felt warmed by Wenren Longhong's words.

"Don't be so polite. You've got good talent, and more experience than those old soldiers who've fought in a hundred battles. You're a promising prospect. Looks like my second sister married a good husband." Wenren Longhong gave Mu Zibai a hearty slap on the shoulder.

Mu Zibai smiled awkwardly. He certainly fit Wenren Longhong's idea of a good husband, but that didn't necessarily mean he fit Wenren Lingmeng's idea of one.