A leisurely life in the world of cultivation

Chapter 52 Being on an equal footing
Presumably trying to suppress her nausea caused by this person, Chu Mengjun took a sip of the "fruit wine," but her eyes immediately brightened, her beautiful eyes widening as she looked at Li Weizhou again.

Li Weizhou smiled upon seeing this. He preferred to observe the vibrant aspects of the world, which made him feel the beauty of life.

For example, he also enjoys looking at beautiful women because he finds the scent of rouge on both women very pleasant.

Feng Biwu also took a bite, but then her gaze toward Li Weizhou became increasingly playful.

With her background, what kind of fruit wine hasn't she tasted?

However, she never tasted the flavor in those cups...

There are countless extraordinary people in the Great Qian Dynasty, and she has met quite a few of them.

But I've never seen anyone as strange as Li Weizhou before.

After swallowing the cool, sweet fruit wine, Feng Biwu looked up at Li Weizhou and asked, "Do you know what it means to be among the top three?"

Li Weizhou shook his head and said, "I've never even heard of it, and I don't know anything about it."

I've never even heard of it, let alone seen it.

Feng Biwu smiled indifferently, took another sip, pursed his lips, and then said with a wistful expression, "A seventh-level martial artist is also known as a martial sect master, which means to establish a sect. Like leaping over the dragon gate, they become a dragon among men, a superior person. Even if a sixth-level martial artist has opened all 107 major acupoints in the human body, they are only one acupoint away from the seventh level, but there is still a world of difference between them."

Chu Mengjun seemed to have heard something extremely heavy. She sighed, as if she couldn't drink anymore. She put the glass cup aside and nodded, saying, "It's hard to leap over the Dragon Gate. It depends on strength, but even more so on fate. Don't even mention us. Ye Yun of Shangqing Palace was once so amazing. He was the leader of the Four Young Masters of the Jianghu. In the end, he ended up like this. All he did was try to leap over the Dragon Gate."

Li Weizhou loved hearing about this kind of knowledge, and hurriedly asked, "Is the seventh level really that difficult? Are there not many Seventh Level Warriors in the Great Qian Dynasty?"

These words seemed to hurt even more, because the two women's faces turned even uglier.

Chu Mengjun even started cursing: "Heaven is blind! Breaking the seventh day of the seventh month can only be judged by fate and luck, not by the person!"

Feng Biwu snorted and said, "Do you know why Ye Yun went down this evil path? It's because among the Four Young Masters of the Martial World, the other three, who are not as good as him, have all broken through their cultivation levels one after another. He has tried for one year, two years, three years, but he still can't get close enough to him."

Finally, even his junior brother from the Qing Palace, who ranked after him as the eldest disciple, began to rise to prominence. Moreover, this person had a strained relationship with him, having once been a servant of the Ye family and seduced a young lady of the Ye family. Ye Yun's sister had also defected from the Ye family… In short, his Dao heart completely collapsed.

Li Weizhou vaguely understood: "So, in other words, there are actually quite a few people who break the seventh level?"

Feng Biwu rolled her eyes at him and said, "How many could there be? Compared to the trillions of people in the Great Qian Dynasty and its vast land, how many people can break through to the seventh level? There are only so many. Even the Imperial Execution Division doesn't have many..."

When she spoke of the Imperial Punishment Bureau, her tone became heavier, as if a mountain was pressing down on the martial arts world.

Chu Mengjun was somewhat better off, and smiled slightly: "The twenty-four Silver-ranking officials of the Imperial Punishment Division are all Seven Martial Grandmasters. It is said that there are also eight Gold-ranking officials, all of whom are Martial Saints."

Feng Biwu sneered, "Those kinds of immortal figures, let alone seeing them, I've rarely even heard of them. The Imperial Punishment Division says it only has twenty-four Silver-Holding Divisions, but that doesn't mean they only have twenty-four Breaking Seven Martial Grandmasters. Only the twenty-four strongest Breaking Seven are qualified to be given titles. If it weren't for such overwhelming power, the people of the Imperial Punishment Division wouldn't be able to run rampant across the world with just a broken plaque."

As he spoke, he glanced at someone.

Li Weizhou exclaimed, "Martial Sect Masters, truly formidable. I wonder what kind of extraordinary individuals could possibly rival them and defeat them..."

Second daughter: "..."

Chu Mengjun, being younger, couldn't help but ask, "Where is Qian Jintang, the leader of the Heavenly Blade Sect?"

Li Weizhou was very straightforward, and said in a serious tone, "They're gone. I didn't even see them. They put his daughter on a rattan chair and left a note saying that all grudges were settled... I didn't even say a word to that group. But they left the horse with me, probably as an apology. They're quite considerate... May I ask, since the upper three passes are so much stronger than the lower six passes, what's the difference between the middle three passes and the lower three passes? Why not just call them the lower six passes? Of course, I don't know, I'm just curious."

Chu Mengjun narrowed her eyes and glanced at Li Weizhou, then said softly, "The middle three gates are naturally much more advanced than the lower three gates. The lower three gates open the mind's apertures and build a foundation for martial arts, greatly increasing strength. The middle three gates temper the bones and strengthen the body, forging a diamond-like body, which is naturally much stronger than the lower three gates."

Feng Biwu, presumably disapproving of Chu Mengjun's ideas, said indifferently, "The lower three gates open a total of twenty-three acupoints, the middle three gates open a total of eighty-four acupoints, and the upper three gates open a total of two hundred and fifty-eight acupoints. Think it over yourself." He paused, then added, "You want to train martial artists? I suggest you don't do that. Unless you have an absolutely powerful expert who is absolutely loyal to you and stands guard for you, no favor can truly make a martial artist loyal to you. Gold and silver are even less likely. You can only achieve this by becoming a king or marrying a peerless female master." This was clearly impossible.

It wasn't that the two hadn't suspected Li Weizhou might be a master, but just by looking at the way he walked, they knew he hadn't even learned basic footwork, and his every move didn't resemble that of a martial artist who had practiced boxing or swordsmanship.

Martial artists who practice their skills year-round have long since integrated them into every aspect of their lives.

There wasn't even a trace of a mark on Li Weizhou's body.

Also, he didn't have the medicinal fragrance that comes from years of taking Peiyuan Pills...

Chu Mengjun, probably also disliking Feng Biwu, said to Li Weizhou, "That's not necessarily true. If you can become a great Confucian scholar, you'll still have Confucian swordsmen supporting you." That's naturally even more difficult. Li Weizhou looked to his left, then to his right, and asked suspiciously, "Are you two humiliating me?" How could he possibly become a king or a great Confucian scholar?
The two women paused for a moment, then smiled in unison.

However, upon realizing that the other person was also laughing, they both started to sneer...

Li Weizhou thoroughly enjoyed the show. For someone his age, the two women were hardly old ladies; the confrontation between the two young ladies was truly captivating!

But the matter must be brought up again. Feng Biwu said calmly, "Whether Qian Jintang is gone or dead, if we don't see him in the future, the Prince of Jin's mansion will definitely send someone to question him."

Li Weizhou thought for a moment and said, "It seems to mean that the Eighth Prince's Mansion is only for external use, not internal?"

Qi Erniang had probably told him that the eight hereditary princely mansions of the Great Qian Dynasty were stationed in all directions to fight against enemies from beyond the borders.

But actually, it's aimed at the eight sects.

Neither the eight royal mansions nor the eight sects had any internal jurisdiction or governance.

Recklessly reaching out is a major taboo; a prince from a royal family was once deposed for this, which is why the Heavenly Blade Sect created gloves like these.

Chu Mengjun countered, "Is the Heavenly Blade Sect part of the Prince of Jin's residence?"

Li Weizhou understood, smiled and said, "As long as it's not the Prince of Jin's mansion that attacks on its own, everything else is fine."

The two women exchanged glances before quickly looking away, both shocked by the arrogance of Li Weizhou's tone.

Chu Mengjun, in particular, was puzzled: If he's so capable, why was she asked to protect him before?
Then Li Weizhou said smugly, "Anyway, with you guys around, they won't dare to make a move in the city, right?"

Chu Mengjun laughed, and Feng Biwu also felt that this kid was clearly a monkey.

Although this monkey sometimes inspires awe and even horror in those who cannot understand it...

After each of the Shanghai aunties finished their drinks, the two older aunties also got up to say goodbye.

Both of them realized that Li Weizhou was slippery and that it was impossible to get the truth out of Qian Jintang's fate from him.

It's all Qian Jintang's fault for courting disaster by drinking away the spies that various parties had placed around the area, and now he's gotten himself into the mess without anyone noticing.

Standing in front of the gate of the fortified village, watching the two carriages depart, Li Weizhou was in a good mood.

At least these two most powerful warriors in Qingzhou City are now speaking to him on equal footing, instead of looking down on him from a superior position as before.

Moreover, the two men were clearly wary of her.

Good.

Just as he was wary of them.

After all, these two are among the few forest rangers who can legally take action within Qingzhou City...

After the two left, Li Weizhou was preparing to take stock of his gains when another uninvited guest arrived, and it was an old acquaintance...

Manager Zheng, the manager of Shenglong Money Exchange.

He stepped down from the carriage with a smile, wearing a dark blue silk robe with a thick cotton vest underneath, a melon-shaped hat on his head, and thick-soled cotton shoes on his feet.

However, with a jade pendant hanging from his waist, a bronze hand warmer in his hand, and a jade thumb ring on his finger, he exuded a composed and wealthy air.

He smiled and looked at Li Weizhou, who was waiting at the gate of the fortified village, and cupped his hands in greeting, saying, "Young Master Li, it's been a while! I hope you are well!"

Li Weizhou had exchanged a lot of gold at Shenglong Money Exchange before, and smiled, saying, "Greetings, old manager. Please come in."

This old man made him a lot of money. I was thinking of giving him a Mixue Ice Cream, but never mind, I'll just give him green tea instead...

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