Wuxia: The Right Way to Spend Your Days in the Martial World

Shen Wuxin shot him a look. "How many people who've lost all their martial arts can recover them? He's a cripple. The only thing he has going for him now is that face. We spent so much on medicine to save him, so it can't all go to waste. Since he can't do anything else, send him to Sifang City to work as a male prostitute."

"A male prostitute?" Duan Cheng looked troubled. Yan Xiuqi was still the head of the foremost immortal sect, no matter what. Taking advantage of his amnesia this way was practically a con. If he ever recovered his memories, would the upright and virtuous master of Qingcheng Mountain kill himself when he found out he'd become a brothel prostitute? Just thinking about it was terrifying.

"Do you have a problem with that?" Shen Wuxin fixed Duan Cheng with a cold stare.

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