How to capture the evil villain? I choose to be his mother!

Chapter 518 The Useless Female Supporting Character's Sword Master Mother (21 pages)
With Zhu Wen's strength, he naturally wouldn't miss the commotion just a door away.

"Why don't you come in?"

The door opened automatically.

Mingmiao stepped in cautiously.

Seeing Zhu Wen leaning against the window again always made me feel a little awkward and uncomfortable.
"Zhu, Zhu, sister."

Zhu Wen didn't look at her; instead, he leaned out the window and looked down.

Because he concealed his presence, few people below noticed Zhu Wen's movements.

This also made it easier for Zhu Wen to see ordinary people hanging sachets, red ribbons, and other such things on the stone lions at their doors while muttering incantations.

The wind carried their prayers, so that Zhu Wen could hear them clearly—

"Thank you, Lord Zhu Wen, for saving my family's lives. Please come and eat our sesame cakes more often when you have time."

Ah, it's the grandmother and grandson who sell sesame cakes! They look rosy-cheeked, doing well!
"Lord Zhu Wen, I admire you the most! If I could become a strong person like you... no, I would even be willing to be your lackey!"

Oh, sorry, I don't do that kind of thing.

"My lord, my husband has recently gone out to sea to fish. Please bless him with safety."

Huh, are they worshipping me like a Buddha?
"The aptitude test is coming up soon, please, Lord Zhu Wen, let me pass on the first try! So I can become a cultivator!"

Tsk, is this some kind of last-minute cramming?

"May my son and daughter-in-law have many children and grandchildren, and may they produce many cultivators!"

Hey, she doesn't care about this, okay?
"..."

Zhu Wen listened for a while and found it quite interesting.

She turned around with a smile and complained to Mingmiao, caught up in the moment, and naturally didn't notice that Mingmiao's expression was a little strange.

Mingmiao listened attentively, but her mind kept wandering—

Lord Zhu Wen... is truly kind to mortals.

Unlike some cultivators who look down on mortals as if they were ants, he doesn't care about them at all.

Although Lord Zhu Wen might criticize mortals for having unrealistic ideas, he never looks down on or despises them. Instead, he listens attentively. He is truly a very kind and gentle person.

So was it the same way you treated her back then? You pitied her for being a weak mortal who was almost killed inside, and because of a momentary lapse of judgment, you offered her food, which is why you were willing to keep her by your side.

But what happened after that? She was just a mortal, living only a day and dying like a mayfly. She would fall ill after just two days of running around and would need Lord Zhu Wen to take care of her instead.

Not to mention the mess of troubles behind her back, which is what caused trouble for Lord Zhu Wen.

It seems that besides these, she brought nothing else to Lord Zhu Wen.

How can she stay by Lord Zhu Wen's side?
Mingmiao racked her brains, but couldn't come up with an answer.

She could only hang her head in frustration, her mind completely distracted.

They didn't even notice that Zhu Wen's gaze had fallen on her face at some point.

"I'm not happy."

Zhu Wen suddenly asked.

Mingmiao was startled and stammered a denial.

But the more she acts like this, the more it shows she has something to hide.

Even Mingmiao herself gave up, sighing softly, forced to admit:

"...Well, I just feel that as a mortal, I can't seem to offer Lord Zhu Wen any good help."

"Why don't you call me Sister Zhu anymore? Are you being distant with me?"

Zhu Wen's focus seems to be on a completely different track from Ming Miao's.

Mingmiao was suddenly stuck there.

"Uh, I..."

Zhu Wen noticed her embarrassment and didn't press her for details.

She smiled and waved her hand, returning to the previous question:

"Since you're troubled by your mortal status, then don't be a mortal, become a cultivator!" Mingmiao's face stiffened slightly, then she lowered her head in shame:

"I...I can't do it..."

You should know that measuring the aptitude of ordinary people is like giving them a score.

If the maximum score is 100, then to embark on the path of cultivation, one's aptitude must be at least 10 points.

Ninety-nine percent of ordinary people in the world have only a few points of talent, and those who can exceed ten points are the lucky one percent.

Among these lucky ones, there are geniuses and even more geniuses.

...However, none of this has anything to do with Mingmiao.

She was born with a congenital condition, her body was weak, and she had zero affinity for the path of cultivation.

In other words, she scored zero on the qualification test.

Even the teacher who tested her qualifications was very surprised, saying that this was an unprecedented situation.

Mingmiao's talent is beyond description; even a piece of trash fed with rare and precious herbs would be better than her, a bottomless pit.

She was the worst of the worst, an unlucky girl of all.

Zhu Wen opened a photo stone, on which was an advertisement.

The world is in an uproar—the Grand Gathering of Prodigies of the Five Continents is imminent.

This Grand Gathering of Prodigies is hosted by the Reflection Peak of the Lord of Central Continent and held in the Heavenly Capital of Central Continent, once every ten years.

At that time, all the geniuses from sects under the age of one hundred from the Five Continents will gather here to compete for supremacy.

The ultimate victor will be the most renowned genius on the continent for the next ten years.

Just for this title alone, countless exceptionally talented individuals would fight tooth and nail to get here.

However, such things have never been related to Mingmiao.

The last time she heard about the Heavenly Pride Tournament was when she was six years old.

At that time, she had not yet tested her aptitude and did not know that she had zero chance of cultivation. She was also ambitious and vowed to crush the Heavenly Pride Assembly and become her parents' pride!
Her parents were amused by her bold words and laughed so hard they could hardly stop. They also urged her to work hard.

As a result...

All grand pronouncements have come to naught.

"What...what does this have to do with us?"

Mingmiao expressed her confusion.

Zhu Wen waved his finger, and the illusory image on the memory stone turned into streams of light, scattering and then regrouping.

She pointed to the winner's prize at the very end:
"Do you see this?"

Mingmiao saw:
"An unnamed treasure? What is this?"

Zhu Wen stroked his chin:

"Few people would recognize this thing—it's called the Immortal Spirit Fruit, or the Immortal Blood Fruit. Legend has it that it's formed from the blood of the most powerful immortals and can help people cleanse their marrow and grow immortal bones!"

Mingmiao's eyes widened little by little:

"Such a thing actually exists in the world!"

Her parents didn't know her identity before, and they made many efforts because she couldn't cultivate.

This included searching for rare and precious materials to change her physical attributes.

The final answer is obvious.

However, despite all the attempts Mingmiao and her parents made, they had never heard of any magical fruit.

She was both delighted and doubtful, and could only keep glancing at Zhu Wen.

Zhu Wenchao winked at her:
"You forgot? I'm at the peak of the Mahayana stage! I know far more than you can imagine!"

This statement was incredibly persuasive, and Mingmiao believed it completely.

Then the problem is coming.

"This prize is only for the top three winners, how can I possibly get into the top three?"