74: Chapter 74 There are people this good-looking?

Seeing Wu Jing's look of sudden realization, the easygoing expression on Ma Xingkong's face faded slightly, and his expression suddenly turned serious.

He stared intently at Wu Jing, his tone sincere: "Brother Wu, you must know that I have always valued you highly. In the past, you were obsessed with the Dao of the Sword, ignoring everything outside your window, so I didn't spell it out for you."

Speaking to this point, Ma Xingkong patted Wu Jing's shoulder and lowered his voice: "But this time is different. The Academy Secret Realm will open at the end of the year; this is a chance for a carp to leap over the Dragon Gate."

"I will be direct today. Brother Wu, are you willing to follow me, Ma Xingkong?"

"This..." As these words were spoken, the atmosphere grew slightly tense.

Wu Jing frowned imperceptibly, his expression hesitant, and he fell into silence.

Although he came from a humble background, the black iron sword in his hand was not just for show.

He was firmly ranked in the top five of the Earth Class, and his name was also on the immortal stele's hidden dragon ranking.

Because of this, there had been no shortage of people secretly trying to recruit him recently.

To be fair, although Ma Xingkong's father was a fourth-rank official, he was not in the most core circle of the Prime Minister's faction.

Among the many forces extending olive branches, they were not the top tier.

Moreover, the chips the Ma family had offered previously could not really rank among all those who had tried to recruit him.

The reason he had hesitated until now was entirely because Ma Xingkong had always treated him impeccably.

Usually, he called him Brother Wu at every turn, treating him to drinks and showing concern.

But this time it was about picking a side; once chosen, he would be tied to the same boat forever.

For a moment, with his straightforward nature, he really didn't know how to speak without hurting their friendship.

Seeing that Wu Jing remained silent for a long time, Ma Xingkong was not annoyed; instead, he smiled slightly and dropped a bombshell: "Brother Wu, as long as you nod, I will immediately present a 'Sword Heart Grass' with both hands to help you break through the bottleneck of the Xuanguan Seven Apertures."

Wu Jing looked up abruptly, his pupils constricting: "Is that true?"

On his usually calm face, a flash of undisguised heat finally appeared.

For a Martial Artist who specialized in the Dao of the Sword, the Sword Heart Grass was a Heaven And Earth Treasure they dreamed of!

Not only could it allow the stagnant true Qi in his body to instantly flow through, taking a step into the Xuanguan Seven Apertures, but more importantly...

The Protective Astral Qi condensed after the Breakthrough would carry a trace of sharp Sword Intent that could cut through anything!

Ma Xingkong was very satisfied with Wu Jing's reaction and patted his shoulder, laughing: "Naturally, it is true. Furthermore, Brother Wu, if you follow me, it is equivalent to being registered before the Prime Minister."

"When we get to the Secret Realm at the end of the year, the Prime Ministers Mansion will naturally have true top-tier Geniuses leading the team."

"At that time, we will travel in formation, with food and drink to share."

"In that place where people are eaten without a trace, having a powerful team covering you is much better than fighting alone, right?"

Using both kindness and authority, maximizing the benefits.

Wu Jing did not hesitate any longer, took a deep breath, cupped his hands, and bowed deeply.

"Thank you for not abandoning me, Brother Ma! From now on, I, Wu Jing, am Brother Ma's man!"

"To go through fire and water, to climb a mountain of blades or descend into a sea of flames, I will do whatever Brother Ma says!"

Ma Xingkong was overjoyed and hurriedly reached out to help Wu Jing up, his face beaming: "Brother Wu, you are too serious! We are brothers; in the future in the Secret Realm, we will need to help each other out!"

Having subdued a great general, Ma Xingkong was in a great mood.

Wu Jing stood up, touched the hilt of his sword on his back, and asked with some hesitation: "However, Brother Ma... although I, Wu Jing, consider myself to have some talent in the Dao of the Sword, what Four Seas Academy lacks least is Geniuses."

"Are you so certain that even if I can pass the expanded recruitment, I can obtain a spot to enter the Secret Realm in the Heaven Class, where Geniuses are as numerous as clouds?"

Ma Xingkong smiled mysteriously and lowered his voice: "If I remember correctly, Brother Wu just turned eighteen this year, right?"

"An eighteen-year-old at the Xuanguan Six Apertures is indeed not enough to look at in the Heaven Class. However, an eighteen-year-old at the Xuanguan Seven Apertures is very different."

"Some places in the Academy Secret Realm do not just value the current Realm; they value the Martial Artist's potential even more!"

"An eighteen-year-old seven-aperture Sword Cultivator—this potential is enough for you to gain a firm foothold in the Heaven Class!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Jing's heart suddenly cleared.

For disciples from humble backgrounds, what they lacked most was this kind of core information!

If Ma Xingkong hadn't laid his cards on the table today, he would probably still be working behind closed doors, missing out on a golden opportunity in vain.

Thinking of this, Wu Jing could not help but feel a sense of relief about his decision just now.

"Alright, Brother Wu, since the serious business is finished, let's go sign up."

Ma Xingkong was in a great mood, hooked his arm around Wu Jing's shoulder, raised his eyebrows, and a lewd smile that all men understood appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Once we brothers both fight our way into the Heaven Class, I, your older brother, will personally take you to see the 'four great talented women' of our Heaven Class!"

"four great talented women?" Wu Jing looked confused. "What four great talented women? Why haven't I heard of them?"

In his blockhead brain, apart from practicing the sword, it was meditation; in his eyes, he couldn't even tell if a sow was pretty or not.

"I..." Ma Xingkong slapped his forehead speechlessly, cursing with frustration: "You, you, you are truly a blockhead who only knows how to practice the sword! You've been in the Academy for more than three years, and you don't even know this?"

"Listen up!"

Ma Xingkong cleared his throat and recited fluently as if counting family treasures: "Commoner goddess Tang Xiaowu, white-clad Sword Cultivator Eldest Princess. Well-read and sensible Prime Ministers Mansion, pure and lively Shen Lingfu!"

After finishing, Ma Xingkong smacked his lips, a trace of yearning appearing in his eyes.

"These four are the four goddesses recognized by our Heaven Class, and even the entire Four Seas Academy!"

"That appearance, that figure, tsk tsk... each one is as beautiful as a flower, surpassing any Heavenly Immortal!"

"However..." Ma Xingkong sighed, saying with some regret: "The latter three, the Eldest Princess is royal gold and jade, Ouyang Wanqing is the Prime Minister's daughter, and Shen Lingfu is not someone an ordinary person can provoke."

"Each of their backgrounds is terrifyingly large; we brothers likely have no chance."

"But that commoner goddess, Tang Xiaowu, is different! She comes from a grassroots background and just follows an adopted brother named Tang Liu."

"Once we get into the Heaven Class, being close to the water gets the moonlight first, perhaps..."

Wu Jing actually had no interest in women because he had always believed that women would only affect the speed at which he drew his sword.

But since he was already Ma Xingkong's man, he naturally knew how to play along.

Seeing Ma Xingkong's voice suddenly cut off, Wu Jing asked very knowingly: "Perhaps what?"

However, after waiting for a long time, he didn't hear a reply.

Wu Jing turned his head in confusion.

He saw that Ma Xingkong was now frozen on the spot, as if he had been hit by a binding spell.

His eyes were wide open, staring fixedly at the direction of the registration desk ahead, as if he had seen some incredible scene.

In those pitch-black pupils, the words "doubting life" were written all over them.

"This... how is this possible?"

Ma Xingkong's Adam's apple bobbed, and he murmured unconsciously: "My goddess... how could she take a fancy to that profligate heir who only knows how to eat, drink, whore, and gamble?"

"What profligate heir?" Wu Jing had a head full of question marks and followed Ma Xingkong's gaze.

He saw that in front of the extremely luxurious rosewood carriage, the curtain had already been lifted.

Chen Shanzhi, wearing a gorgeous brocade robe, walked off the carriage with a lazy posture.

Afterwards, he turned around extremely naturally and extended a hand into the carriage.

A fair, jade-like, delicate hand rested gently on his palm.

Immediately after, a stunningly beautiful young girl wearing a pink long dress, with her eyes lowered, was led off the carriage by Chen Shanzhi amidst a chorus of gasps.

At that moment, Wu Jing, this blockhead whose brain was only filled with swords, felt his breathing suddenly hitch.

His eyes went straight.

What a beautiful woman!

Her skin was like snow, her features were like a painting.

Especially that unique temperament, a mix of fragility and a trace of coldness, could simply hook a person's soul away!

He had lived for eighteen years and had never seen anyone this beautiful!