Book 13 Chapter 4

Stagnation of Martial Blindness

- Office of the White Dao United Martial League's Zheng Tian Meng Mengzhu

Bai Xiaochun gently placed the periodic report in his hand on the rosewood tabletop. It was a report that had traveled a long way through the skies via an express messenger ten times faster than the previous one.

With these couriers, news from all but the most marginalized provinces could be received within a day. A single province could be covered within a couple of hours.

"We're over the hump, but can we make it through all three gates in one piece? "

That wasn't the only worry.

"And even if they do get through it… will they ever get past the horror of it? "

The best you can do is try your best to ignore it, to look away, to distract yourself. It's not easy to get past that unpleasant memory that clings like a leech to the edge of your mind, because he's been there himself.

A volcano a hundred years ago!

Thump!

As I recalled the incident, my right arm suddenly started pulsating wildly. I quickly grabbed my right hand with my left hand and squeezed it hard. It felt like a freshly caught moonfish.

The pulsation soon subsided.

"Phew."

As his right arm calmed down, Bai Xiaochun's complexion returned to normal.

"You still haven't gotten over that……."

Through the open window of my office, I could see white clouds floating in a tiny blue sky. The sky looked so small through the window. Sotae also had a bitter taste in his mouth, as if he had chewed something. But he knew this was nothing compared to the blood of a bird's foot.

Some people are still haunted by the ghosts of that time and cannot leave.

"The first gateway of the servant is the easiest of the three. The second gateway is where he is. I hope you don't get caught up in His eccentricities and end up with a stomachache, Yerin…….."

He's obviously worried about his daughter.

It was at this moment that a martial artist of the highest caliber was fretting over his daughter.

"Meng Zhu, Meng Zhu, where are you, I hope you haven't forgotten the appointment you made with So Chop today?"

Suddenly, a woman's voice from outside the door startled Bai Xiaochun into a panic.

Even though it was the voice of a quiet, beautiful, and dignified middle-aged woman, Nie Bai Tian trembled like a mouse hearing a lion's roar and cowered.

"Oops, I forgot.

Bai Xiaochun was said to be almost invulnerable, but what he felt now was a shiver of fear and a premonition of death. A sense of imminent danger to his life was overwhelming.

'But what day was it today…….'

With so many anniversaries, it was hard to keep track of them all.

"Is it the 45th anniversary of our engagement, or the 40th anniversary of our wedding, or, um, the 20th anniversary of our pregnancy. Or the anniversary of Yerin's first steps. Or…, ouch!'

He quickly took out the anniversary notebook and began to look through it. It was very thick and dense, with not a single blank page.

Grumbling that he should have a special assistant for the anniversary, Na Baiqian hurriedly started flipping through his notes.

Lives were at stake, and I couldn't afford to neglect it.

"Honey, where are you? "

The voice of his wife, the Ice Moon Sage Ye Qing, came from outside the door. Normally, she was a gentle and wise wife, but once you angered her, you had to risk your life, even if you were a swordsman.

And Bai Xiaochun had never won a fight with her until now.

In fact, his current wife, Ye Qing, was his second wife. He had been widowed for nearly a hundred years. His first wife had died during the Great Plague. He lived alone for many years afterward. He had no children.

At first, remarriage wasn't on his mind. In fact, he didn't even have time to think about it; he had hundreds of things on his plate every day.

Her second marriage had a strong whiff of politics about it, and she was forced to remarry when she said she didn't want to.

He was reluctant at first. But his refusal was not accepted. The people around him strongly argued that it would be disgraceful for a man who was the fierce master of the Hundred Swords to be alone. The entourage was followed by his friends. They were not friends, but wenshu. They seemed to be enjoying themselves. Did they really want to pick on the Martial King so badly? Finally, he had no choice but to surrender.

His second wife was too young for him. And she was undeservedly beautiful. He suddenly felt a hundred years younger. He was speechless at the sound of the thief's voice, and he proved to me in his honeymoon period why he was called the master cilantro. He was indeed a master.

It was awkward at first, as he focused on his work and neglected his wife. Like a blind man groping for his way, he didn't know what to do. Then one day, his wife called him over and said in a serious voice, "I'm sorry.

"Even though you are the great master of the Martial League who oversees all the affairs of the Hundred Swords Martial Kingdom, you are still my one and only wife. If you can't manage your own household, how can you manage the security of a hundred armies with righteousness? If you don't have any affection for me, at least show me some evidence of it.''

At that moment, he raised the white flag and announced his surrender.

Shortly thereafter, a daughter, Yerin, was born. A treasure of a treasure. She was so cute, I couldn't stand it. It didn't seem to hurt to put her in his eyes. From then on, he was absolutely submissive to his wife. Top Secret of the White Sword Martial Clan…….

That was over twenty years ago.

"Honey, where are you? "

Once again, I heard the woman's voice.

"Yes! Yes, ma'am! Stingray! Going now!"

I, the White Lightning Sword, have earned the respect of not only the entire White Sword Clan, but even some of the Black Sword Clan!

As you can see, at this point he was an unstoppable force.