"What's the point of a matchmaker? With this 'boundless pleasure every night,' his only female disciple won't have to worry about marriage. Wait, wait, let him do the math. The four great young masters of the martial world are Jade Sword, Junshan, Zhuofeng, and Qiyang. The first two are already engaged, so let's skip them. Zhuofeng in the north, Qiyang in the south—the wealthy are naturally from the south. The south is great, with abundant resources and thriving trade. With a large family and business, they won't go broke. Just think, his thirteen members of the Heavenly Dragon Sect, plus the guard dogs, can live on soup and meat every day."
His old eyes flickered with joy and sorrow, and his complex emotions finally turned into two hot tears, which hung wetly in his eyes: "Agui, the Tianlong Sect is counting on you."
The woman whose name was called slowly raised her head. Her delicate features were nothing more than an inconspicuous blade of grass in a world of beauties. "Master, did you call me?" she asked, blinking slightly.
"You!" Just as Wang Shuren was feeling utterly disappointed, a commotion broke out in the wedding hall.
"Young Master Shangguan."
"Young Master Shangguan has arrived!"
The manor gates swung open, and the guests rose to their feet. The Jade Sword Prince, dressed in a wedding robe, came out of the manor to greet them.
"Shangguan...Shangguan?" Wang Shuren muttered to himself, "He doesn't seem to be one of the top ten figures in the martial arts world, so why is he making such a grand entrance?"
"Huh? Sect Leader Wang doesn't know?!"
"Our sect is located on the frontier, and we are not well informed. We hope you can give us some pointers."
"Young Master Shangguan is the maternal uncle of Xiao Kuang, the Young Master of Qiyang, one of the Four Young Masters of the Jianghu."
"It's just because he's related to his nephew." Some people were quite dismissive.
"Hmph, taking advantage of someone else's fame? Young Master Shangguan is a man of noble character, like a god or Buddha. Why would he need to take advantage of someone else's fame?"
Huh? Isn't this the same yellow-clad heroine who was so sorry for Young Master Yujian just now? Why is she now standing up for Young Master Shangguan?
"May I ask, heroine..."
Before Wang Shuren could finish his question, the woman in yellow spoke gently, "Young Master Shangguan comes from a wealthy family and could have lived a peaceful and stable life. But for his deceased elder sister, he did not hesitate to throw himself into the treacherous world of martial arts. The reason why Young Master Qiyang has become famous in the martial arts world all these years is because of Shangguan Yi behind him. How can such a person not command respect?"
“Yes, yes, Young Master Qiyang is such a good dog…” Upon hearing this, Wang Shuren stared in astonishment. He saw his only female disciple swallow a mouthful of good food and calmly say, “Young Master Qiyang is really lucky to have such a maternal uncle.”
The woman in yellow glanced at her sideways: "It's not just Young Master Qiyang who's lucky."
"Oh? Could it be..." She looked inquisitive, perfectly stimulating the yellow-clad heroine's desire to continue.
"'Shangguan Yi, the Jianghu is fortunate.' Since Young Master Shangguan came along, the Jianghu sects no longer have to worry about making a living. Young Master Shangguan is charitable and has a compassionate heart like a god or Buddha. Last month alone, seven small sects reopened their gates and were brought back to life with Young Master Shangguan's help. Do you think such a person doesn't deserve such treatment?"
"Yes! I deserve it!" With one hand generating gold and the other silver, which sect could possibly escape Shangguan Dafo's grasp? She was completely convinced and admired him wholeheartedly.
"So it turns out the wealthy one is my maternal uncle." An old voice, suddenly realizing something, rang in my ears. "Ah Gui, the Heavenly Dragon Gate is counting on you."
Before she could understand what was happening, she was forcefully pushed away. When she came to her senses, she saw the pale blue hem of her dress fluttering slightly in front of her, the silver embroidery shimmering with a restrained, soft light.
All around, you could hear a pin drop.
"May Buddha have mercy." Fortunately, she managed to put her knees down, and with that, she clasped her hands together in a gesture of worship, "Please, Buddha, grant my Tianlong Sect fifty taels of silver and one hundred catties of cured meat, to help my Tianlong Sect rise from the dead."
A soft laugh came from above her head, but she ignored it and stood up abruptly: "Amitabha."
The last note of the call to arms abruptly ended the soft laughter.
"May I ask your name, young lady?"
Her eyelids twitched: "My name is Yu Zigui."
"Yu Zigui." The man murmured softly, as if he were chewing on her name again and again before swallowing it solemnly. His voice was warm like a spring breeze, yet it sent chills down her spine and made her limbs feel cold.
"If I have not misheard, Miss Yu is a disciple of the Tianlong Sect?"
"Yes." She stepped back slightly, trying to create some distance between them, but found herself unable to move.
To onlookers, it appeared as if she had taken the initiative to approach, but unbeknownst to them, her long boots were being firmly stepped on beneath her dress.
"My name is Shangguan Yi." Her gentle, spring-like eyes looked straight at her, unblinking. "It is truly an honor to meet Miss Yu today."
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As night fell, the banquet at Jade Sword Manor continued, but she, unable to hold her liquor, left early.
"Shameless!"
"mean!"
She was no longer bothered by the insults she received along the way.
Since Shangguan Yi arrived, no female knight-errant has spoken up for the Jade Sword Prince. This Golden Coin Buddha is not only incredibly powerful, but also quite capable of harming people. After this wedding feast, she'll definitely hide back in Tianlong Mountain and won't come down for at least three to five years.
She sighed again and again, and slowly walked toward the deserted courtyard.
Tonight, the full moon shines like a plate, and a melodious tune drifts from afar. The gentle singing perfectly captures the joy of a reunion under the full moon, a rare display of tenderness in the world. She hides in the shade of a tree, listening to the music that comes and goes, and drifts off to sleep.
"Senior sister." Someone is under the tree.
"Junior sister, why are you so late?" It was two people.
"That kid Wei Rong is keeping a close eye on me."
"Damn it, you've given him your body, and he still suspects you?"
"Sigh, he was almost ready to agree, but ever since his father called him away..."
"That old dog Wei Bozhong!" the elder spat angrily. "Junior sister, you must stay calm. Master has been planning for this day for ten years."
"But I'm afraid my father-in-law has already figured out that I'm not Yu Zhanyuan's daughter."
Yu Zhanyuan's daughter? In the tree, she was dozing lightly and unconsciously tilted her head to listen.