Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses-Chapter 805 - 272: Has Luck Finally Turned? Wuwuwu, Bless You!

"No need, Zong Lang, such weapons are too expensive, and I don't need them for the time being. There is something else I prefer. If you have the time, you can get it for me."

Zong Qianqun said softly, smiling.

"What is it?" Yuchi asked with a smile.

"Peach branches, I have a penchant for peach blossoms."

"If you can find the plumpest piece of peach blossom and make it into a peach blossom hairpin, that would be the happiest. After all, gold and silver are external possessions; it's your thoughtfulness that matters most to me." Zong Qianqun said charmingly, her demeanor resembling that of a wife.

Tsk tsk, her emotional intelligence is off the charts... Surely to avoid being unable to get out of bed the next day...

The Manor Master felt a bit envious of Yuchi; where could one find such a wife? Any other wife might have gone mad by now, but she calmly refused such treasures. Ah, no wonder she's from another region; she's experienced in the ways of the world.

Yuchi understood, smiling at the Manor Master of Wanjian Manor: "I'm really sorry, while this Spirit Sword is a rare treasure, it seems it's not meant for us, wasting your kind offer."

"No worries, no worries!"

The Manor Master shook his head repeatedly. As he placed the Fire Divine Weapon back into the sword box, he realized Yuchi genuinely wanted to buy it, but with such an understanding wife, he couldn't do much else.

Sobbing, wishing you happiness, sobbing, so Zong Qingkuang's nickname was Zong Qianqun? Is this their special way of addressing each other? Oh, you are Zong Lang, oh, you are Qian Qun, sobbing, please be happy, sobbing.

"Then both of you carry on with what you need to do. If there's anything, feel free to come to me. I'll go look for the next buyer." The Manor Master said with a smile. The Fire Divine Weapon would certainly sell easily for a thousand taels; he'd quickly make his way over.

He couldn't help but feel a bit regretful, being a weapon enthusiast himself. If the weapon could end up in Yuchi's hands, Wanjian Manor would gain prestige. But alas, as Yuchi said, while the weapon is excellent, it wasn't meant to be.

"Take care."

Yuchi waved goodbye, and Zong Qianqun, along with her husband, bowed goodbye to the Manor Master. Once the Manor Master hurriedly left with the sword box, she curiously looked at the composed Yuchi beside her:

"If you don't like such weapons, there's no need to buy them, especially considering their high price. A thousand taels of gold is equivalent to a hundred thousand taels of silver. If you give it to me, I surely won't accept it; it's too extravagant a gift."

Yuchi: "..."

What? How much?

A thousand taels...

A thousand taels of gold, not silver? What, a thousand taels of gold, why not just rob a bank, huh? Yuchi took a deep breath, instantly breaking into a cold sweat, thinking he narrowly escaped disaster, grateful he'd found Zong Qianqun.

Whew!

He had just brushed past death without realizing. No wonder Zong Qianqun refused the weapon; it wasn't that she hadn't seen wealth, but because it was worth a hundred thousand silver, even he would fear not waking up the next day if it was him!

"Qian Qun, do you really like peach blossoms?" Yuchi didn't directly respond but posed a question instead.

"Yes."

Zong Qianqun smiled softly, eyebrows expressing affection with slight reproach:

"Otherwise, why would my place be called Wutao Pavilion?"

"That's mainly because a long time ago, I visited a place, a ruined old dock that could only moor a small fishing boat. The boat's oar lay diagonally in the flower petal-laden boat, with the green lake reflecting the entire Peach Blossom Ridge, a sea of pink flowers, a memory that lingers vividly."

"And you still ask if I like peach blossoms..."

"You're just trying to trick me into joining your sect without caring about this disciple's feelings, so sad."

Holding back the urge to attribute the lake's green color to an algae outbreak, Yuchi said earnestly to Zong Qianqun:

"It's probably not possible this year, but next year, I'll get you a peach tree to plant in our Ascension Gate's Martial Arts Arena. Though one peach tree might seem petty, it could help evoke memories."

Oh... how sweet... Zong Qianqun felt her scalp tingle. Was this a confession? It seemed too sudden; discussing such things in someone else's meeting room was a bit embarrassing.

Yet, she nodded: "Don't lie to me, or else I'll regret not letting you waste all that gold and silver today."

"Haha, while a thousand-tael divine weapon is costly, I can still get you peach branches, I'll handle it. Someday, you'll see a blooming peach blossom tree and feel rejuvenated."

"Feel rejuvenated." I understand, Zong Qianqun nodded: "You're saying I'm old."

Yuchi: "?"

How did she immediately pick up on that? But after seeing Zong Qianqun's peach-blossom-like smile, he couldn't help but laugh too.

"Tricking a Zong Qianqun is indeed a great outcome in Tiesi City."

"This trip is very significant."

"But her apprentice... hmm... the apprentice might be challenging, I wonder if she might lead my Ascension Gate disciples astray."

"..."

"Achoo!"

Just then, Ji Nanyan sneezed while riding the Immortal Sword, almost falling off.