In the tavern.
Business was good.
Yi Feng casually found a seat by the window and sat down.
Not far away, a conflict broke out between two people over a trivial disagreent.
"What are you looking at?"
"Looking at you, so what?"
"Take another look, I dare you!"
"Alright, I will!"
And just like that, the two started fighting, showcasing the fierce nature of those in the martial world.
Not far from them.
Shi Qingwu sat by the window with a cold expression, dressed in black, exuding an aura that kept others at a distance.
Beside her stood a black-clad man, standing respectfully.
After a long while, Shi Qingwu took a sip of tea, gently placed the cup down, and finally spoke softly, "Go on."
"Yes."
The black-clad man responded respectfully and said, "The elders of the sect have already selected the candidates and are preparing for your wedding. The ceremony is scheduled to take place in three days."
A cold glint flashed across Shi Qingwu's face.
Her delicate brows tightened.
As the new sect leader of the Hundred Refinents Sect, her status as a woman had sparked discontent among many.
However, due to her strength and the thods she used to govern the sect, these individuals dared not openly oppose her.
The real challenge lay in a rule passed down by the sect's founding ancestor.
If the sect leader was a woman, she had to marry within a year.
The marriage partner had to be either a rogue cultivator with no sect affiliation or a mber of the Hundred Refinents Sect.
This rule was established to prevent the sect from being usurped one day.
Because of this rule, the elders who opposed her had seized the opportunity to make a big deal out of it.
They collectively proposed that Sun Zhonghuang, the direct disciple of the Grand Elder, marry her.
Leaving aside whether she even liked Sun Zhonghuang, Shi Qingwu was fully aware of their ulterior motives.
If Sun Zhonghuang beca her husband, with the support of the elders, he would gradually strip her of her power.
But if she refused to marry, the one-year deadline was approaching, and they would have ample reason to impeach her.
"Sect Leader, please make a decision!" The black-clad man said with a grave expression. "Sun Zhonghuang is the most talented and powerful disciple in the Hundred Refinents Sect. The Grand Elder and the others are pushing for him to marry you, and it’s currently the most popular proposal within the sect."
Shi Qingwu fell into a long silence after hearing this.
After a while, she seed to have made a decision. Her icy, breathtakingly beautiful face finally showed a slight change.
Her sharp gaze swept across the tavern.
Finally.
It settled on a young man in a white robe sitting by the window, muttering to himself.
"Him," Shi Qingwu murmured softly, her red lips barely moving.
"Huh?"
Before the black-clad man could react, Shi Qingwu had already vanished from her seat and appeared at the table of the white-robed young man by the window.
"Ah, what am I going to do without any money?"
"Should I just rob soone?"
"Even though I’m strong, I’m a good person, after all!"
Yi Feng was deep in thought when he suddenly noticed a stunning beauty sitting across from him, staring at him expressionlessly.
Yi Feng shifted slightly, but her piercing gaze followed him.
"Uh..."
"Miss, is there sothing you need?"
Yi Feng asked awkwardly, feeling uncomfortable under her intense stare.
Shi Qingwu remained expressionless. After thoroughly examining Yi Feng from head to toe, she waved her hand, sealing the surrounding space.
At the sa ti, she tossed a token onto the table.
Only then did she speak.
"I am Shi Qingwu, the sect leader of the Hundred Refinents Sect. This is the sect leader’s token, which directly represents my identity."
"Marry . Na your conditions."
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