I asked you to save the villain, not to take him as your wife!

"It's twelve years old, but there are always exceptions." Wuxianzun said in a flat tone.

Like him.

Wuxianzun spoke calmly, but Ji Qinran's eyes widened when he heard it.

Although Wuxianzun only started practicing at the age of fifteen, few people know about it.

But many people know that Immortal Master Wu is less than a hundred years old.

Ji Qinran originally thought that it was already very impressive that Wuxianzun had reached the seventh rank before the age of a hundred.

Now that we know that Wuxianzun started practicing at the age of fifteen, our understanding of how powerful Wuxianzun is has deepened to more than one level.

Although Wuxianzun had missed the best age for cultivation, he had achieved such great accomplishments in such a short period of time.

If Wuxianzun had not missed the best time for cultivation, would his achievements have been even more gratifying?

Maybe he is about to ascend to heaven at this time.

The more Ji Qinran thought about it, the more he admired Wuxianzun.

At the same time, I was even more curious as to why Wuxianzun, who had such talent, only started practicing at the age of fifteen.

Suddenly, Ji Qinran's eyes looked different when he looked at Wuxianzun.

He was as curious as a cat scratching its head, but he didn't know how to start.

It's somewhat inappropriate to ask directly.

If he tried to beat around the bush, he wouldn't know where to turn.

The main reason is that he still doesn't know enough about Wuxianzun.

Although compared to others, he also has the plot as a channel to understand Wuxianzun.

Ke Wuxianzun does not appear many times in the plot, and every time he appears, he is either cold and icy or wielding a sword to chop people.

This image is actually very different from what Ji Qinran actually knows.

Therefore, these additional channels of understanding are almost the same as having none.

When Ji Qinran was racking his brains over how to start the conversation, Wuxianzun took the initiative to speak first.

“Do you really want to ask why I only started practicing at the age of fifteen?” Wuxianzun glanced at Ji Qinran indifferently.

Ji Qinran immediately nodded like a chick pecking at rice. He really wanted to know.

This is gossip about the current number one swordsman in the world of cultivators.

If he doesn't want to listen, is he still a human being?

Upon seeing this, Wuxianzun raised the corners of his mouth for a rare moment.

“This is not something that cannot be told.” Wuxianzun said, recounting his childhood memories as if he was telling a story.

It turns out that a hundred years ago, Jiange’s way of recruiting disciples was not the same as it is now.

That was the time when the evil cultivators were wreaking havoc.

The major sects of cultivating immortals are not picky when it comes to accepting disciples; as long as they have an affinity for spiritual power, they will all be accepted as their disciples.

Not only that, a disciple-recruiting conference is held every year.

The annual disciple-recruiting conference should not miss out on someone as talented as Wuxianzun.

It’s a pity that Wuxianzun was somewhat unlucky when he was a child.

Not long after he was born, his parents died unexpectedly.

The clan entrusted him to the care of his father's younger brother, his second uncle, for upbringing.

His second uncle still has some feelings for him, the only blood relative left by his eldest brother.

But what's the use of this? His second uncle is a cowardly and henpecked man.

And his second uncle's wife just happened to dislike him very much.

In order to live well in his second uncle's house, Wuxianzun learned many skills at a young age.

I know, I understand that he is his second uncle's nephew.

If you don’t know, you might think he was a farmhand hired by his second uncle.

Wuxianzun had to be very careful even when he was alive in his second uncle's house, let alone attend any immortal sect's disciple-recruiting conference.

The Immortal Sect's Disciple Recruitment Conference is free, but you do need to queue.

If he delays his housework because of waiting in line, he will just have to starve!

As a result, the Immortal Sect’s disciple-recruiting conference has been held for more than ten years, and the fish that slipped through the net, Wuxianzun, has been missing for more than ten years.

He was finally accepted as a disciple by his master, and it was not until he finally attended the disciple-recruiting conference.

But his second aunt wanted to sell him.

He still has to be sold to a brothel.

Wuxianzun was in disbelief, and looked at his second uncle with expectation, expecting him to say that this was all fake.

But in the end, his second uncle could only remain silent.

At this point, how could Wuxianzun not know what his second uncle meant.

He didn't want to be sold, so he ran away.

To this day, Wuxianzun is glad that he ran away that year.

Because after he ran out, he met his master.

Wuxianzun’s master was also looking for a disciple at that time.

He told himself a fortune and figured out that he was destined to have a master-disciple relationship.

Then he went down the mountain to look for his own disciple.

When he met Wuxianzun, he didn't think that the other party was his disciple.

He just saw that Wuxianzun was thin and pitiful, so he did a good deed for him whenever he met him.

As a result, he gained a disciple by doing good deeds every day.

Wuxianzun's master was very kind to him, so kind that he gradually got over the more than ten years he had spent at his second uncle's house.

It also allowed him to tell Ji Qinran about this childhood memory as a story in a light-hearted manner.

But the audience Ji Qinran felt very unhappy.

Although Wuxianzun looks like a banished immortal, I guess he was also very cute when he was young.

How could Wuxianzun's second uncle, as Wuxianzun's blood relative, bear to treat him so badly?

He felt that Wuxianzun had eaten his family’s food, but didn’t Wuxianzun also help with the work?

That would be fine, but what made Ji Qinran most angry was that his second uncle’s family actually wanted to sell Wuxianzun!

The key is to sell it to a brothel.

That's a brothel. If Wuxianzun were really sold there, his life would be ruined.

Yes, Wuxianzun was not sold out in the end.

But that was because after more than ten years of bad luck, he finally got lucky.

"They are not worthy of being blood relatives!" Ji Qinran said hatefully.

There was no moment when Ji Qinran wanted to beat someone up so much.

But on second thought, Wuxianzun's second uncle and second aunt must have turned into dust by now.

"You are quite indignant." Wuxianzun chuckled.

"Senior Wuxianzun, aren't you angry?" Ji Qinran stared into Wuxianzun's eyes, wanting to get an answer.

Wuxianzun didn't know why, but he suddenly had the illusion that if he said he was angry now, Ji Qinran would go and dig up the graves of his second uncle and second aunt.

"Don't be angry." Wuxianzun said seriously.

He said this not because he was afraid that Ji Qinran would dig up the grave.

He really didn't feel angry.

Maybe I was very sad and upset at that time.

But all this was relieved as time went by.

Ji Qinran had been staring into Wuxianzun's eyes, so he did not miss the relief in Wuxianzun's eyes.

He was still somewhat unwilling, but what was his reason for being unwilling?

Ji Qinran suddenly felt a little lost.

After taking a sip of tea without any taste, Ji Qinran suddenly asked, "Why did Senior Wuxianzun tell me this?"

This happened when Wuxianzun was a child. If I tell him like this, does he really deserve to hear it?

Wuxianzun also took a sip of tea: "Because...I want to take you as my disciple."