1544: For fame and profit

For fame and profit

Hearing this, Feng Jiu's lips curved into a smile. "I have nothing to do but stroll down the street. Seeing so many people here, I got curious!"2

"This is no place for you little kids to come and play as you please. Go away!" He said, waving his hand.

"I'm almost twenty. I'm not a little kid." She said with a smile. It's so awkward to be called a little kid!

"Hahaha, twenty? Do you have any idea how old I am?" The man who looked about thirty asked her.

Feng Jiu smiled and asked casually. "How old are you?" He looked like in his thirties, but his bone age was certainly more than that.

"I am one hundred and eight years old, but I don't have a wife yet. I'm thinking that if I can make a name for myself here, I'll ask the daughter of City Lord Duan to be my wife. That would really kill two birds with one stone!"

He looked at the City Lord's manor with yearning in his eyes. His gaze brightened as he spoke. "It is said that City Lord Duan's daughter is sixteen this year, yet already the city's first beauty. She is a beauty with remarkable cultivation."

When she heard the man reporting his age as well as his goal and plan, Feng Jiu's lips twitched. An old man over a century old yet dared to think of other people's 16 years old girl? He's remarkably thick-skinned.

Perhaps seeing Feng Jiu's lips twitching, the man laughed out loud. "For immortal cultivators, what is one-hundred-year-old? You can find people of several hundred years old everywhere. If you can really become an immortal, is it strange to have a longevity of millions of years, similar to the heaven and earth? In comparison, isn't my hundred years old like a teenager? "

"Right, that makes sense." Feng Jiu nodded in approval.

Immortal cultivators were not comparable to mere mortals. It's rare to see ordinary men reached the age of sixty to seventy years old, but those years were only a blink of an eye to immortal cultivators. The higher the cultivation, the more one could maintain his peak condition, just like this centenarian alchemist with a thirtyish appearance.

In the world of immortal cultivators, many of them were old husbands and young wives. After all, if a man had prowess, would he lack pretty and alluring nubile girls?

However, the man was really thick-skinned, wanting to marry the daughter of the City Lord, the first beauty in the city.

One could tell at a glance that he had no ability. If he had the ability, he would have gone in early a long time ago. What's the need to stand here and talk big?

She shook her head secretly and turned to leave, but the man pulled her sleeve. Immediately, she raised her hand and brushed the man away.

The man staggered a few steps by the force and nearly fell to the ground. After regaining his feet, he felt humiliated and angry, then yelled at Feng Jiu. "You, you, you, little kid, how can you be so rude?"

Feng Jiu looked back and glanced at him, saying, "Sorry, I'm not used to people touching me." As she spoke, she already stepped away from the place.

The man saw Fen Jiu apologized and stopped arguing. He just shook his head while complaining, "Young people nowadays have no etiquette." He paid no more attention but pushed into the crowd to talk to other alchemists.

After strolling in the street for a while, Feng Jiu went back to the inn to take a bath and then lay down early to have a rest. She got ready to take a look at the City Lord's manor early morning tomorrow.

The night passed tranquilly. In the morning, after breakfast, she went out, still dressed in a dazzling red robe and an elegant and noble air.

When she arrived at the front of the City Lord's manor gate again and saw the crowd, she went straight to the front.

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