Chapter 298: Chapter 297: Well-Liked Qisha Daozi (Additional Chapter for Book Friends by Showoff Saint)

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“How did you all end up together?” Jiang Li asked curiously.

The three fell silent, each looking at one another but nobody spoke.

Seven Kills Daoist wouldn’t admit that he came to buy books suitable for teenagers.

Commander Ma Zhuo wouldn’t say they came to Sea City to sell books suitable for teenagers.

The three communicated with their eyes.

Weren’t you guys selling erotic books?

Weren’t you buying erotic books?

The Imperial Palace’s commander selling books, and the Heart Sword’s disciple buying them, it wouldn’t look good if the news got out.

…Let’s not tell anyone.

Okay.

The three quickly came to a consensus, without uttering a word, communicating only through eye contact.

Maybe this is what they call understanding.

Recently, Seven Kills Daoist was upset and wanted to buy some books to enlighten himself. Who expected that the bookselling couple, seeing his mood, coaxed him into revealing everything under pretence.

The couple, kindhearted as they were, kept persuading him to establish a relationship with the Shark Tribe’s Little Princess.

Unexpectedly, the couple had other identities.

Hearing that dragons were lascivious by nature, Commander Ma Zhuo and his wife wanted to look for something in the South Sea that could increase the chance of pregnancy, and decided to sell a few books while they were at it.

Who would have thought they would end up selling to the Sword Daoist’s disciple?

What if the Sword Daoist got angry? What if he decided to chop them?

Seeing them not saying a thing, Jiang Li didn’t bother to probe and just changed the subject: “What kind of relationship do you have with the Shark Tribe’s Little Princess?”

“Here’s the thing. I was roaming around the world, following an order from my master, trying to gather my Heart Sword energy. A few days ago, I came to the South Sea and met Xiao Meng, oh, Xiao Meng is the Shark Tribe’s Little Princess, Yu Xiao Meng.”

“Xiao Meng was trapped in a whirlpool, unable to escape. If this continued, she was going to be in danger, so I chopped the whirlpool with my sword and rescued her.”

“Her wet hair clinging to her cheeks, her small chest hidden behind seashells, her waist as slim as a palm, I’ve never seen a girl as beautiful.”

“I fell in love with her.”

“If you like her, go for it,” Jiang Li said as if it was a matter of course.

“I am a sword cultivator, even though I follow the emotional Dao, I can have feelings. But, I am currently trying to understand the heart sword, I can’t be distracted by other things.”

When it came to Sword Dao, Jiang Li wasn’t in a position to interfere, lest he give the wrong advice.

“You have to think this through. You can always comprehend the Heart Sword, but you only get one shot at love. If you miss this opportunity, you may never have another one in this lifetime.”

“Do you really want to watch as Xiao Meng falls into the arms of another man?”

Commander Ma Zhuo and his wife encouraged Seven Kills Daoist. They didn’t care about Sword Dao. They only believed that love relied on luck and fate, and one should not let it slip away.

Jiang Li felt that for the first time, this couple was making sense.

“They are right. If you like her, go for it. Don’t let too many worries hold you back. If you are worried that your Daoist master would criticize you for not focusing on understanding the Sword Dao, I’ll talk to him for you.”

Jiang Li was eager to play matchmaker for Seven Kills Daoist and Xiao Meng.

When Yu Feng and Wu Lian decided to be together, he didn’t get involved at all, leaving him with a sense of lost opportunity.

This time around, he was determined to succeed!

With Jiang Li backing him, Seven Kills Daoist felt braver: “Alright, I’ll confess to her now!”

At that moment, a commotion came from outside the door.

“Hurry up, the Shark Tribe’s Little Princess is getting ready to throw the embroidered ball!”

Seven Kills Daoist turned pale instantly.

“My daughter, since you said that the two of you share mutual feelings, why do you still need to hold this ball throwing matchmaking event?”

The Shark Tribe’s Clan Leader couldn’t understand it. The ball throwing event was planned ten days ago. If someone of a certain age in the shark tribe didn’t have someone they fancied, they would throw an embroidered ball and leave the rest to fate.

But five days ago, his daughter came back and said she had someone she liked. The clan leader suggested her to cancel the ball throwing, but his daughter insistently refused.

“I was held by him, I told him that I liked him, he said he liked me too, but then he hesitated to say that he hadn’t focused his Sword Dao heart energy, and couldn’t be in a romantic relationship.”

“He said that when he focuses his Sword Dao heart energy, he would marry me.”

“As a sword cultivator, he was so indecisive. When will he be able to focus that energy? Probably never in this lifetime.”

“Moreover, he wouldn’t even tell me his name. He just called himself, Seven Kills Daoist!”

“Since he doesn’t want me, I might as well just marry some random person. It’s all the same if it’s not him.”

“If he has any conscience, he will appear under the stage, by then I’ll throw the embroidered ball to him.”

“Don’t worry, she still has feelings for you.” Jiang Li used his Divine Sense to overhear the conversation between the Shark Tribe Clan Leader and his daughter and told Seven Kills Daoist word for word.

“I’ll go straight down to the stage now!” Seven Kills Daoist’s spirits were raised knowing that Xiao Meng still cared for him.

Commander Ma Zhuo and his wife hesitated for a while before finally advising, “Leader, stop trying to imitate a woman’s voice, you’re really bad at it, it makes us want to hit you.”

“…Fine by me.”

In the eyes of cultivators, the Shark Tribe’s Little Princess was like a treasure trove, symbolizing endless wealth. Whoever marries into her family is set for life.

There were quite a lot of people under the stage.

But Seven Kills Daoist was the Sword Daoist’s disciple, with a body full of sword energy, although he didn’t show it, people felt uncomfortable when they got close to him.

People instinctively distanced themselves from Seven Kills Daoist, leaving an empty space around him.

Jiang Li and the others had no intentions of joining the crowd under the stage and decided to observe from a distance.

“Where are you guys going later?” Jiang Li asked casually.

“To see if we can find a Dragon Root. It can be cut into slices to eat or soaked in alcohol to drink.” The couple’s eyes were gleaming.

Jiang Li, however, didn’t want to know what a Dragon Root was.

Yu Xiao Meng, her face shrouded in a white veil, was tossing an embroidered ball, her eyes scanning the crowd and quickly focuses on Seven Kills Daoist who stood out in the crowd.

He still cared for me, she thought sweetly. Suddenly, it seemed like Seven Kills Daoist was the only person under the stage.

Since Seven Kills Daoist was here, everyone else was just an extra.

She threw the embroidered ball high into the air, aiming for Seven Kills Daoist.

The crowd lunged forward, fighting for the embroidered ball. In their eyes, this wasn’t merely a ball, but endless Spirit Stones.

But who was Seven Kills Daoist? He was the Sword Daoist’s disciple, capable of holding his own against Qin Luan. Even from a young age, he reached the late Golden Core stage and could become a Nascent Soul Cultivator at any moment.

Compared to him, those under the stage were of similar age but had lower cultivations.

Using his sword energy, Seven Kills Daoist pushed away the crowd, causing them to retract their hands in pain. By the time they realized that now was not the time to be afraid of pain, it was too late.

The corners of Seven Kills Daoist’s lips were lifted into a smile. Just as he was about to catch the ball, a figure, moving as quickly as a sea dragon, managed to catch the embroidered ball before he could.

Seven Kills Daoist was shocked, Yu Xiao Meng was shocked, the crowd under the stage was shocked.

Even Jiang Li and his companions were taken aback.

Surprisingly, the person who caught the embroidered ball was a woman!

“He’s mine, Yu Xiao Meng, you’re not allowed to take him!” The person was an imperious little girl in a scarlet dress. Despite her seemingly fierce demeanor, she gave off a cute vibe.

Some people recognized her: “That’s the little princess of the South Jiao Dragon Tribe!”

“What just happened?” Jiang Li asked Seven Kills Daoist by using voice transmission.

Seven Kills Daoist awkwardly explained: “Actually, there were two people in the whirlpool at that time, one was Xiao Meng, the other was her, I saved both of them.”

“…You really are popular.”