“How many sheets of paper? That must have been a letter. What did it say? Oh, right, I forgot you can’t read. Where’s the letter?” Emily said. The whole village knew that Brian Clark was illiterate, and she knew it even better.

The only reason Brian Clark could recognize herbs was because she had explained each one to him using her herbal guide.

“That, uh, I accidentally used it as toilet paper…” Brian Clark scratched his head and said something that left everyone speechless.

“……” Emily fell silent.

“Pfft…”

Olivia Harris had been drinking water and suddenly spat it out, spraying it all over the boy in front of her. The boy just smiled and gently asked Olivia Harris if she was okay.

Of course, Olivia Harris claimed she just choked by accident. She would never admit she was eavesdropping on Brian Clark’s conversation. No matter the reason, it would make people think she cared about Brian Clark, that useless good-for-nothing.

Brian Clark had no money, no talent, and couldn’t even read. He was basically useless. The few life skills he had were almost worthless in this world that revered martial strength.

“So, where are their families from?” Emily asked again.

“I don’t know.” Brian Clark shook his head without hesitation.

“…Then what are their names?” Emily was silent for a moment, then took another step back with her question—there was almost nowhere left to retreat.

“Their names… I… still don’t know…” Brian Clark thought for a moment, and only then realized he didn’t even know their names.

“All right, you’re dreaming.” Emily concluded.

That’s right, you’re definitely dreaming!! Olivia Harris echoed in her heart. You, a useless good-for-nothing, still want to marry a wife prettier than me.

“It definitely wasn’t a dream. They broke the mountain, the marks are still there.” Brian Clark shook his head.

“You really are dreaming!” Emily said. Breaking a mountain would require incredible power. People like that do exist, but they would never marry Brian Clark.

Such people would hold a pivotal position even among Xuan-level sects. In this tiny Seven Stars Nation, there weren’t even such people, so how could they possibly marry Brian Clark?

“How old are they?” Finally, Emily asked one more question, almost involuntarily, not really expecting an answer.

Chapter 11: Qingyun Sword Sect (Part 2)

“Twenty!” Brian Clark replied immediately.

“You can take a nap first. I’ll wake you when it’s time to leave.” Emily said directly. This dream was just too beautiful. To have such power at twenty, even among Xuan-level sects, it was rare.

“Oh, then I’ll sleep for a bit…” Brian Clark didn’t even catch the meaning behind Emily’s words and just lay down to sleep. He’d been gathering herbs for days to save up some money for self-defense.

“……” Emily was silent.

What an idiot!

Olivia Harris felt so relieved in her heart. So this idiot really took his dream for reality. That was good—she wouldn’t have to be bothered by him anymore.

She had eavesdropped on Brian Clark only because she didn’t want to be outdone by others. Now that it turned out to be nothing, her mood naturally improved, and she even laughed at herself for caring so much.

As for Brian Clark’s place in her heart, he was just an annoying nobody. She didn’t want anything to do with Brian Clark at all. As long as he didn’t bother her, she was happy. She didn’t care how much Brian Clark used to love her—there were plenty like him, and there would be more in the future. One more didn’t matter, and one less would be even better.

If she felt disappointed just because Brian Clark suddenly stopped loving her, she’d think she was pathetic. That was never going to happen.

Those so-called “ignore the one who loves you” strategies only work if the other person actually cares about you. If you don’t matter to them at all, ignoring them is exactly what they want.

If someone played a game with you where whoever paid attention to the other first lost, you’d be happy—because they’d be willing to play with you for a lifetime!

Unless, one day, you could make them look up to you…

“Yuer, you seem to be in a good mood?” The boy who’d been sprayed earlier spoke up.

“Yeah, I’m happy because we’re about to join a sect. You’re going to Lingyun Sect—are you confident?” Olivia Harris asked.

“Of course! I’m already at the third level of the Single Meridian Realm!” The boy lifted his head proudly.

Although the third level of the Single Meridian Realm wasn’t much, and he could still be defeated by someone who hadn’t reached that level, in the Nine Meridians, the earlier stages were easier to surpass. Power didn’t always equal actual combat ability, but it was still an important indicator of talent.

This boy was also fifteen. Reaching the Single Meridian Realm at this age already made him a minor prodigy, and reaching the third level was even better.

Most people present hadn’t even entered the Single Meridian Realm yet. The Single Meridian Realm wasn’t the beginning, nor was it just cultivating one meridian—it was the start of cultivating two meridians.

If what this boy said was true, then entering one of the Four Great Sects should be easy for him. Anyone who could reach the Single Meridian Realm by fifteen would be taken in by the Four Great Sects. One more didn’t matter, and maybe one of them would become a true expert.