Legendary Son-in-Law: The Man with Poison Talismans

"Wooden sword." Lin Mu repeated, his tone slightly urgent, "I was just born... no, I transmigrated... no, I mean, this cloth robe I'm wearing is beginner's gear, so the wooden sword should be here too, right?"

The woman looked at him as if he were a fool.

She was silent for a few seconds, then raised her hand and pointed to the side.

"there."

Lin Mu looked in the direction she was pointing.

On a table in the corner of the room, there was a dusty package.

He rushed over in three strides, grabbed the package, and opened it.

Wooden Sword (Attack 2-5, Requires Level 1)

[Small Healing Potion x1 (Slowly restores 20 HP)]

【Candle】

Lin Mu looked at these three things, and his eyes suddenly felt a little hot.

Lin Mu gripped the wooden sword tightly in his hand, feeling the cool texture of the wood, his heart surging with emotion.

He turned his head and looked at the woman who was still standing there, looking at him with disgust.

"What did you just say?"

The woman frowned slightly.

Lin Mu waved his hand, interrupting her before she could finish speaking.

"You don't need to say anything."

He tucked the wooden sword into his waistband, stuffed the wound medicine into his bosom, shoved the candle into his bundle, and then picked up the bundle and headed for the door.

"Wait—" the woman called from behind, "Where are you going?"

Lin Mu didn't turn his head.

"Leveling up."

His hand was already on the door.

"Women will only slow down my speed in drawing my sword."

Lin Mu pushed open the door and rushed out without looking back.

The young woman's voice came from behind, clear and cold, tinged with surprise: "You—"

The corridor was long, and bright sunlight streamed in through the carved wooden windows on both sides, making Lin Mu's eyes water. He gripped the wooden sword at his waist tightly, and ran like the wind.

Passing through the moon gate and around the screen wall, I bumped into an old servant sweeping the floor.

The old servant looked up and glanced at him.

Lin Mu nodded to him, and without stopping, darted out the door.

Outside the gate was a street paved with bluestone, with shops selling cloth and sundries on both sides. Vendors carrying loads on their shoulders called out their wares on the street, and several children in coarse cloth clothes chased after them, their laughter ringing out.

Lin Mu stood at the door and glanced back.

The plaque above the gate reads two large characters: Qin Mansion.

He made a note of it, then plunged into the crowd and disappeared in a few turns.

Chapter 3 Domestic Chickens

The walls of Beach City were very high, built of grayish-blue bricks covered with mottled moss. The city gates were wide open, and people were coming and going in an endless stream.

Lin Mu stood outside the city gate, squinting as he observed the passersby.

Among those people, some were dressed in cloth, similar to what he was wearing. Some wore light leather helmets, which looked sturdy. Others wore heavy helmets, the metal plates clanging as they walked with a powerful stride.

There were also people wearing long robes, some red and some green, holding sticks in their hands; they were clearly monks.

Some people even wore the same Soul Armor as their character in the game: a gray-white robe with a Tai Chi symbol embroidered on the back, its hem fluttering as they walked, giving them an air of otherworldly elegance.

Lin Mu took a deep breath, feeling the blood rushing to his head.

This is not a dream.

This is the continent of Marfa.

This is the legendary tale of passion.

He, Lin Mu, has transmigrated!

Lin Mu rubbed his face vigorously to calm himself down.

Level up first.

No matter what world he transmigrates to, no matter what cheat abilities he has, level is king. In his previous life, he spent seven days and seven nights in the Corpse King's Palace—what was he doing all that for? Simply to summon a divine beast at level thirty-five!

In this life, he will personally train to level thirty-five.

He summoned the dog himself.

Lin Mu gripped the wooden sword tightly and glanced at its attributes.

[Character Status] (including equipment bonuses)

[Occupation: Taoist]

[Level: 1]

……

Attack: 2-6

[Taoist Arts: 0-1]

……

【equipment:】

【布衣（男）（防御0-2，魔御0-1，持久5/5）】

[Equipment: Wooden Sword (Attack 2-5, Durability 5/5)]

Lin Mu nodded. "Not bad, the attack is no longer pitiful."

Then, he strode out of the city.

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Qin Mansion.

Inside the room, Qin Yumo stood still, her brows furrowed tightly.

She stared at the door that had been pushed open, remaining motionless for a long time.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the door and gradually faded away.

Qin Yumo lowered her eyes, thought for a moment, walked to the window, pushed it open, and looked out.

The courtyard was empty except for the old servant who was slowly sweeping up fallen leaves.

"..."

She turned around, walked back to the table, picked up the teacup, and took a sip.

The tea has gone cold.

She had already thought about those words, repeatedly considering them in her mind from the day he entered the Qin residence. She needed to make it clear, to make him understand that there was no possibility between them. How could a mere level one Taoist priest, who hadn't even learned the most basic healing spells, be worthy of her?

Although the Qin family is not a prominent family, she is quite well-known in the Bichon City area. Everyone who sees her will politely call her Miss Qin.

How could I possibly marry such a good-for-nothing?

But what does he have to be happy about?

Being so disliked by his wife, most people would have knelt down and begged for another chance. Not only did he not beg, but he was also smiling so happily?

Is that something a normal person would do?

Qin Yumo slowly put down her teacup, a thought suddenly popping into her mind:

Did I... drive him crazy?

Once the thought came to mind, it became impossible to suppress.

Qin Yumo stood up abruptly, walked to the door, and opened it.

"Haru Xing!"

The little maid appeared out of nowhere, panting as she ran: "Miss, I'm here! I'm here!"

She paused for a moment, then said with a stern face, "Go and see where the young master went."

Chunxing was taken aback: "Huh?"

Qin Yumo frowned: "What 'ah'? Just go when I tell you to."

Chunxing blinked and whispered, "But Miss, didn't you just say..."

Qin Yumo's face hardened: "What did I say?"

Chunxing immediately shrank back, turned and ran: "This servant will go right away!"

Chunxing ran for almost half an hour.

She searched the Qin residence thoroughly, inside and out, even peeking into the men's outhouse, but still found nothing.

She then ran to the front yard and asked the old servant who was sweeping the floor.

The old servant said slowly, "Young master? I saw him. He ran out. He ran so fast. I didn't even have time to react before he disappeared."

Chunxing stamped her feet anxiously, "Where did you run off to?"

The old servant shook his head: "How would I know?"

Chunxing ran out onto the street again, grabbed a candied hawthorn vendor, and asked, "Have you seen a man in a gray cloth coat? He's holding a wooden sword, and he looks... he looks..."

She got stuck.

What does the son-in-law look like again?