How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

Well, but, for the best man position, Brother Bu Tian, ​​could you come? Um, just asking, it's okay if you can't.

If you really can't come, just let me know!

Well, if all else fails, there's always Xiaolong, cough cough...

Wishing you good health and all the best, brother. I look forward to your reply.

"Aaaaaah! Did you see that?!"

Hong Butian held the paper in his hand, swaying it with a disgruntled expression.

"My sister is getting married, and as her older brother, I definitely have to go back! I absolutely have to go back!"

"Oh yes, yes, you make a lot of sense. I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush. What's the point of telling me all this?"

Wearing a white training uniform, Zhao Zhuji sat cross-legged to the side, closed her eyes and said calmly, "First of all, you have already applied to leave the sect. Hasn't the application order already been reported to you?"

Once the elders approve it, you can go home, right?

"Ha, it's a review process, but why don't you say how long it will take?"

Hong Butian couldn't help but complain out loud.

"Oh, it's just three or four months."

It will only last five months at most. Just bear with it and it will pass.

It's all in the blink of an eye; time flies when you're cultivating yourself!

The elder has been in seclusion for several years; taking the time to review your application is already very responsible!

"Huh, three or four months? Or five months?"

Hong Butian's forehead creased with the number 10, and he couldn't help but roar, "Three or four months later? That's several months already! We'll have missed their wedding!"

What use would I be if I went back then? Would I make them get married again? Would I have to be a groomsman again?

"It's not impossible..."

"hehe."

"Tch, your sarcastic laugh won't help."

Zhao Zhuji snorted: "Rules are rules!"

If all else fails, just explain to your younger siblings that they can postpone their wedding by a few months and wait for you, right?

"What year can't we get married? What day can't we get married? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Don't yell at me, sister!"

Hong Butian was startled, his face turning ashen as he said, "Such an outrageous request, he'd die without even trying... I can already imagine what would happen!"

"what?"

Zhao Zhuji opened her eyes and turned to look at Hong Butian with a puzzled expression: "What will happen? Will they be unhappy?"

I think it's about the same. Isn't this just a simple compromise?

Well, like, well, you already know from a while ago, when I first started out, I turned that hammer into a longsword and became a sword cultivator directly, saving me so much trouble!

Look at me now, not only have I kept up with my original technical skills, but I've also learned a new skill, enriched my life experience, and broadened my horizons.

Taking a step back opens up a whole new world; steady and positive development is the way forward!

"Ha, as for other things, if I ask them to take a step back, they will retreat ten miles without hesitation."

If I were to ask them to back down, they'd bury me ten miles underground.

A line of black lines flashed across Hong Butian's forehead as he imagined the scene, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

"Hey, Brother Bu Tian, ​​what's going on?"

Hong Li clenched her fists, her face grim as she cornered him. Suddenly, she pulled out a bloodstained dagger and said resentfully, "Do you know how long I've waited for this day? How much suffering I've endured?"

Do you know how much determination and perseverance it took for me to take this step?

"Xiao Li, calm down!"

"Ha, calm down? How am I supposed to calm down?"

Hong Li gritted her teeth with a murderous look on her face and said, "If you want my happiness to come a little later, then I'll make you die a little earlier. How about we even things out?"

"This, how is this supposed to even things out..."

"Xiao Li, stop wasting your breath on him."

Hei Yang emerged from the shadows expressionlessly and said in a low voice, "It's time to send him on his way!"

"No, I want to kill him piece by piece. I can't let him die so easily."

Hong Li sneered repeatedly: "Just like how he made me suffer torment and torture day after day."

"Wait, wait! No! Ah!!!"

Hong Butian broke out in a cold sweat, gasping for breath, nearly having a heart attack from the imagery he had imagined.

"No, absolutely not!"

Hong Butian said with a resolute expression.

"Huh? Why are you suddenly so agitated?"

Zhao Zhuji looked puzzled: "People always have to try things out. If I had just kept practicing with a hammer until I died, I might never have discovered that sword cultivation has such great appeal."

"Hehe, maybe if you had practiced with that big hammer until you died back then, you might be number one on this stage this year."

Hong Butian smiled insincerely: "Oh dear, what a pity, you narrowly defeated Senior Sister."

Is it exactly as the old man said? Those martial arts tournaments don't really demonstrate anything; they have absolutely no value!

"It's ridiculous that even a complete newbie like me managed to get second place!"

“Hong Butian, you…”

Zhao Zhuji gritted her teeth and instantly broke down, her face turning red. Her good upbringing from childhood did not allow her to utter any swear words.

The threatening tactic of holding a sword to someone's neck is no longer effective against Hong Butian.

The naive youth he once was is gone, replaced by a seasoned veteran! (Sad)

"Humph!"

Zhao Zhuji glared fiercely at Hong Butian, snorted coldly, turned her head away, closed her eyes, and continued her cultivation cross-legged.

"Then please leave. Don't disturb my cultivation here, you defeated opponent."

"Honestly, what kind of man are you, constantly running to my house all the time?"

"What if you see something you shouldn't see? Wouldn't I be at a huge disadvantage?"

Zhao Zhuji frowned and said, "Why haven't any senior or junior sisters been arrested to take you to the Discipline Hall to copy the rules of conduct yet?"

"Ha, if you don't want me to come in, just close the door and activate the formation, right?"

Hong Butian raised an eyebrow: "Then I came here with the door open and the array closed. I even knocked on the door and asked if I could come in, and you agreed."

"Of course! We're friends, we're practically friends, why would I stop you from coming in?"

Zhao Zhuji couldn't help but say, "It was clearly you who took advantage of the moment when I forgot to close the door and activate the formation, and found an opportunity to sneak in!"

He even pretended to be polite and asked if I could come in, making me feel awkward!

"Oh, so you always forget to close the door when I come here, right?"

"Are you kidding? Your door is always open and unlocked. Every time I come, it opens with just a touch. What does that prove?"

Hong Butian rolled his eyes and said speechlessly, "It just shows that it's your own bad memory, yet you're blaming it on me. Really..."

Ha! They always bully honest people like me!

"You're the one with a bad memory! You, you, Hong Butian, you..."

Zhao Zhuji took a deep breath; the burst of spiritual energy she had just exhaled had almost choked her to death.

No wonder the elders always say that you can't talk while cultivating, or you might get spiritual energy stuck in your throat or something.

"Go, go, go! Hurry up and go!"

Zhao Zhuji impatiently pushed Hong Butian out the door and slammed the door shut: "Don't bother me all the time if you don't have something to do! You're driving me crazy!"

"Uh……"

Hong Butian looked at the door that Zhao Zhuji had closed, scratched his head, and looked completely bewildered.

When asked about the ranking of cultivation levels that she values ​​most, she only gets a little excited.

He had just mentioned that she had a bad memory, but she suddenly became so agitated, acting as if she were inexplicably very angry.

"So she was really bothered by being told she had a bad memory?"

So, you mean you accidentally stumbled into a danger zone?

Hong Butian scratched his head, turned and left. People these days are so hard to understand.

If everyone wore their emotions on their sleeve like Xiaoli and Xiaoyang, it would be so easy to see through them even if they were pretending.

Hong Butian shook his head innocently, then turned and left. He decided to apologize to her again in a few days when she calmed down.