Chapter 297: The Popular Seven Kill Daozi
“How did you all end up together?” Jiang Li asked curiously.
The three fell silent, looking at one another without speaking a word.
Seven Kill Daozi wasn’t about to say he came to buy some books meant for teenagers.
Commander Ma Zhuo wasn’t about to say they came to Sea Market to sell some books meant for teenagers either.
They exchanged glances, communicating silently.
Weren’t you here to sell lewd books?
Weren’t you here to buy lewd books?
A commander from the Human Sovereign Hall selling books, and the Sword Sovereign’s personal disciple buying them—if word got out, it would be bad for everyone.
…Let’s just not talk about it.
Alright.
The three quickly reached a mutual understanding, not even bothering to whisper, just using their eyes.
Perhaps that’s what they call “tacit understanding.”
Seven Kill Daozi had been feeling down lately and wanted to buy some books to cheer himself up. Who would’ve thought that the couple selling the books, noticing his mood, subtly coaxed everything out of him?
The couple were kind-hearted and kept advising him to solidify his relationship with the Mermen Tribe Princess.
They just didn’t expect the couple had another identity.
Hearing that dragons are naturally lustful, the Ma Zhuo couple came to the South Sea hoping to find something that could increase fertility among the dragon clan—while selling some books on the side.
Who would’ve thought they’d end up selling to the Sword Sovereign’s disciple?
What if the Sword Sovereign gets angry and chops them down?
Seeing that none of them wanted to speak, Jiang Li didn’t press further and changed the subject: “What’s your relationship with the Mermen Tribe Princess?”
“Well, I was following my master’s orders to travel the Nine Provinces and temper my sword heart. A few days ago, I came to the South Sea and met Xiao Meng—oh, Xiao Meng is the Mermen Tribe Princess, Yu Xiaomeng.”
“Xiao Meng was trapped in a whirlpool and couldn’t escape. If it went on, she would’ve been in real danger, so I drew my sword and sliced the whirlpool open to rescue her.”
“Her wet hair clung to her cheeks, her small chest barely covered by shells, her slender waist just right for holding—I’d never seen a girl so beautiful.”
“I like her.”
“Then go chase her,” Jiang Li said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“I’m a sword cultivator. Though mine is the Sword of Emotion, and I can be moved, I’m currently trying to comprehend the sword heart. I can’t let anything distract me.”
Since it concerned the sword path, Jiang Li didn’t argue—saying the wrong thing could mislead a promising disciple.
“But think carefully. You can comprehend your sword heart any time, but love only comes once. Miss this, and you may never get another chance in this life.”
“Are you really willing to watch your Xiao Meng fall into another man’s arms?”
The Ma Zhuo couple urged Seven Kill Daozi on. They didn’t care about sword hearts or not—they just knew love depended on luck and fate, and you couldn’t afford to miss it.
Jiang Li felt it was the first time this couple ever spoke like decent people.
“They’re right. If you like her, chase her. Don’t overthink it. If you’re worried the Sword Sovereign will scold you for not focusing on your cultivation, I’ll explain it to him.”
Jiang Li was determined to play matchmaker for Seven Kill Daozi and Xiao Meng.
When Yu Feng and Wu Lian got together, he hadn’t been able to do anything, and it left him feeling frustrated.
This time, he was going to make it happen no matter what!
With Jiang Li backing him, Seven Kill Daozi immediately felt more confident. “Alright! I’ll go confess to her right now!”
Just then, a noisy commotion came from outside the shop.
“Hurry up! The Mermen Tribe Princess is about to throw the embroidered ball!”
Seven Kill Daozi’s face turned pale.
…
“Daughter, if you’ve already said you love each other, why bother with this matchmaking ceremony?”
The Mermen Tribe Leader didn’t understand. The embroidered ball event was set ten days ago. For mermen who reached the right age without a lover, they’d throw the embroidered ball and leave it to fate.
But five days ago, his daughter had returned and said she liked someone. The clan leader told her to cancel the ceremony, but she stubbornly refused.
“He held me in his arms, told me he liked me, and I said I liked him too. But then he hesitated, saying his sword heart hadn’t yet formed, so he couldn’t engage in romance.”
“He said once his sword heart was fully formed, he’d marry me.”
“As a sword cultivator, if he’s always hesitant, when will he ever form his sword heart? I fear he’ll never manage it.”
“Plus, he wouldn’t even tell me his name—only that his title was Seven Kill Daozi!”
“If he doesn’t want me, then I’ll just marry someone else. It’s not him anyway, so who cares who it is.”
“If he has even a shred of conscience, he’ll show up under the stage. When he does, I’ll throw the ball to him.”
…
“Don’t worry—Xiao Meng still has you in her heart.” Jiang Li used his divine sense to listen in on the conversation between the Mermen Tribe Leader and his daughter, then relayed it to Seven Kill Daozi word-for-word.
“I’m heading to the stage right now!” Learning that Xiao Meng still liked him, Seven Kill Daozi lit up with energy.
The Ma Zhuo couple hesitated but ultimately said, “Hall Master, stop trying to imitate a girl’s voice. You sound so sleazy. Makes us want to hit you.”
“…I like it.”
…
To cultivators, the Mermen Tribe Princess was a walking treasure trove—symbolizing endless wealth. Whoever married in would save themselves half a lifetime of effort.
Naturally, the crowd under the stage was massive.
However, Seven Kill Daozi had inherited the Sword Sovereign’s true teachings. Though he didn’t emit sword aura outwardly, people near him still found it piercing.
Instinctively, they stayed away, leaving a clear area around Seven Kill Daozi.
Jiang Li and the other two didn’t join the crowd. They stood afar, watching.
“Where are you two heading afterward?” Jiang Li asked casually.
“We’re gonna see if we can find some dragon roots, slice them up to eat or soak in wine,” the couple said with great enthusiasm.
Jiang Li had no desire to know what dragon roots were.
Yu Xiaomeng’s face was veiled in white, holding the embroidered ball. Her beautiful eyes scanned the crowd until they locked on the standout figure—Seven Kill Daozi.
He’s thinking of me, she thought sweetly. In her heart, only Seven Kill Daozi existed on that stage.
Since he’s here, everyone else is just background.
The embroidered ball soared high—toward Seven Kill Daozi.
The crowd surged forward, desperate to grab it. To them, this wasn’t just a ball—it was limitless spirit stones.
But who was Seven Kill Daozi?
He was the Sword Sovereign’s personal disciple, a rival of Qin Luan, already at the late Golden Core stage while still young—he could break through to Nascent Soul any time.
The others were around the same age but couldn’t compare in cultivation.
Seven Kill Daozi’s sword aura swept out, making those nearby flinch from the pain and instinctively pull back. By the time they realized this wasn’t the time to flinch, it was too late.
Seven Kill Daozi beamed with joy and reached to catch the ball—
When suddenly, a figure moved like a flood dragon in the sea, blazing fast, and snatched the embroidered ball right before him.
Seven Kill Daozi was stunned. Yu Xiaomeng was stunned. The whole crowd was stunned.
Even Jiang Li and the other two were shocked.
The one who caught the ball—was a girl!
“He’s mine, Yu Xiaomeng! You can’t have him!” the newcomer declared.
She was a feisty young girl in red, her pretty face full of spirit. Though she acted fierce, she wasn’t annoying—actually, she was rather cute.
Someone recognized her: “That’s the South Flood Dragon Clan’s little princess!”
“What’s going on?” Jiang Li sent a voice transmission to Seven Kill Daozi.
Seven Kill Daozi awkwardly explained, “Well… there were actually two people in the whirlpool. One was Xiao Meng, the other was her. I saved them both.”
“…You really are popular.”