Magical Treasure Forged

"Martial Uncle..."

Watching White Phoenix Fairy's retreating back, Shen Qingmei looked at Aaron worriedly, afraid he might lose his composure.

Yet she found Aaron looking utterly calm and unruffled. He merely asked, "If someone in this world slanders me, bullies me, insults me, mocks me, scorns me, despises me, hates me, and deceives me, how should I deal with them?"

"This disciple does not know..." Shen Qingmei had an answer she thought this Martial Uncle might give, but felt it was better left unsaid.

"That depends on the situation. If you can beat them and aren't afraid of their backing, then naturally you smack them, smack them, and smack them again... maybe even kill their whole family!"

Aaron's grave answer left Shen Qingmei staring blankly.

Then he smiled. "If you can't beat them, or can't do anything about their backing, then you can only endure them, yield to them, let them be, avoid them, bear with them, respect them, ignore them, and wait a few decades or centuries before looking at them again..."

Just as I thought... Martial Uncle would only choose the latter. Decades or centuries? Even Foundation Establishment cultivators might not be able to wait that long...

Shen Qingmei rolled her eyes inwardly and could not help asking, "What if, centuries later, they are still flourishing? What if they have even formed a Nascent Soul?"

After all, Martial Aunt White Phoenix was a true disciple, and for a time, none could rival her brilliance!

"Then wait another few centuries or millennia!"

Aaron burst into laughter. "Of course... I'm joking. But even the Profound Heaven Sect would become ruins after a hundred thousand years!"

Of course he's joking. Could even some Nascent Soul old monster wait thousands or tens of thousands of years?

Shen Qingmei grumbled inwardly, though her