Everyone knows that in the cultivation world, sword cultivators are the strongest and the poorest.
As the most famous genius sword cultivator in Yuanzhou, Zhuang Yun was so poor she could hear her coins rattle.
From vanquishing demons to walking dogs and guarding gates, if there was money in it, there was no job she wouldn't take.
So when Wen Yujin was forced to leave home, she came to her with the keepsake of her long-missing master in hand.
"Senior Sister, I have money."
"Help me get home, and I'll pay you."
Zhuang Yun stared at her master's keepsake in silence.
After a long moment, she raised her eyes.
She saw the girl before her, whose shabby clothes revealed a scandalous amount of skin. She discreetly looked away and cleared her throat. "Are you sure?"
"Of course."
Her dark eyes were bright and limpid, and her noble bearing had not been dulled by the grime of the world.
Wen Yujin smiled radiantly and said, without the slightest exaggeration:
"Just this face of mine is worth a fortune."
The cultivation world had no shortage of beauties, and Zhuang Yun couldn't help clicking her tongue at this beauty's extraordinary boast.
That was before she took on this unprecedentedly lucrative job, protected Wen Yujin along the way, and encountered one assassination attempt after another...
They changed their appearances and went into hiding.
After tearing down yet another wanted poster, Zhuang Yun finally lost her patience.
She turned around in a fury, only to meet Wen Yujin's face, softened by mist and rain, and found she couldn't stay angry.
She could only swallow, then use the sound of water dripping beneath the eaves to cover her suddenly racing heartbeat as she asked in a calm voice:
"Is this what you meant by 'worth a fortune'?"
Wen Yujin's eyes curved as she answered frankly:
"If they're offering ten thousand gold for my head, then how can my face not be worth a thousand?"
Theme: We all have a bright future ahead
