NovelEnglishBecoming Immortal Through Getting Married
Chapter 131 - 131: Shen Qingyi’s Hatred (3)Chapter 131: Shen Qingyi’s Hatred (3)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
After saying that, Steward Gao turned around and walked to a house in front.
He saw a familiar face in front of the house. It was a female Cultivator he liked in the South Alley back then.
This female Cultivator was now someone’s wife. She was standing in front of the door with her husband and silently watching everything that was happening in the alley.
Seeing Steward Gao walking towards their house, the couple’s expressions changed slightly.
Soon, Steward Gao stopped in front of the female Cultivator and smiled harmlessly. “Fellow Cultivator Wang, I didn’t expect you to still live in the South Alley. Do you still remember me?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“I… I remember.”
The female Cultivator stammered, very nervous and afraid.
Looking at his old crush in front of him, Steward Gao didn’t waste any time and went straight to the point. “Fellow Cultivator Wang, come to the Samadhi Tower five times a month in the future. I’ll pay for your family’s protection fee.”
The female Cultivator refused with trembling lips. “No, no need. My family can afford it…”
When her husband heard this, he immediately glared fiercely at the female Cultivator. Then, he looked at Steward Gao with a smile and said, “Thank you, Steward Gao. Thank you, Steward Gao. Don’t worry, Steward Gao. In the future, as long as you need me, I’ll wash her clean and send her to Samadhi Tower to serve you well!”
As a Talisman Craftsman, he did not lack the protection fee of three mid-grade spirit stones a month.
However, when he thought of the scene where Steward Gao killed without batting an eyelid, he was afraid that he would follow in the footsteps of the Fellow Cultivator who had turned into a pile of wreckage.
“Not bad. You’re very discerning. Clean your wife up tonight and send her to the Samadhi Tower. You don’t have to pay the protection fee next month.”
With that said, Steward Gao smiled and patted the Talisman Craftsmen’s shoulder. Then, he turned around and flew away on his sword.
After Steward Gao flew far away, the female Cultivator said reluctantly, “Husband, I don’t want to accompany that…”
“… Smack!”
Before the female Cultivator could finish speaking, she was slapped ruthlessly by her husband.
As the husband of a Talisman Craftsman, he glared at her and said, “What’s wrong with letting him play for a few days a month? Do you have to anger him and make me die with you?! Do you see the pile of wreckage on the ground? Do you want me to become like that?!”
The female Cultivator looked at the pile of wreckage on the ground, her face filled with despair. She was forced to accept the fact that she would serve Steward Gao in the future.
When many residents saw this scene, they could not help but sigh.
“Sigh, three mid-grade spirit stones a month. 1 don’t know what to do.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“These bastards from the Crimson Fire Gang are really inhumane. They only think about how to squeeze us low-level independent Cultivators dry all day long. If this continues, we won’t be able to survive.”
“Someone, deal with the pile of wreckage on the ground. Dig a hole and bury it. Then, erect a monument.”
“I wonder where that masked heroine went. In the past, when she was around, these beasts of the Crimson Fire Gang would still hold back.”
“Now… Sigh, it’s too difficult.”
At this moment, the residents on both sides of the alley were talking about the masked heroine from a while ago. They were filled with longing for this heroine who had helped them when they saw injustice.
Unfortunately, the heroine had already disappeared.
In front of House No. 8 on South Alley, Chen An looked at the beautiful female Cultivator in front of him whose face was filled with despair and could not help but shake his head. He thought to himself that this world was really cold.
Then, he looked at Shen Qingyi and said calmly, “Fellow Cultivator Shen, let’s go back to the house.”
Shen Qingyi didn’t say anything. She looked up motionlessly in the direction that Steward Gao had just flown in. Her right hand was tightly gripping the hilt of the sword at her waist. The veins on her back bulged as she gripped it so tightly that the hilt had changed shape..
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