Marry the Demon Sect Girl with No Bride Price-Chapter 41: Even in the Cultivation World, Do People Borrow Money for a Bride Price?

Chapter 41: Chapter 41: Even in the Cultivation World, Do People Borrow Money for a Bride Price?

The next day.

Qin Gengyun went out to buy breakfast. He had been eating buns every morning lately, so he decided to change things up today and headed to the fried dough stand at the end of the lane.

He saw Zhang Chengdao standing at the stall, and upon seeing Qin Gengyun, a smile appeared on Zhang Chengdao’s wooden face:

"Taoist Friend Qin, morning."

"Morning, Taoist Friend Zhang, haha, morning!"

Qin Gengyun laughed awkwardly.

Seeing Zhang Chengdao, the sounds of this affectionate couple from last night echoed in his mind, creating an awkward feeling.

Zhang Chengdao, naturally unaware, saw that Qin Gengyun’s expression was off and asked:

"Taoist Friend Qin, what’s wrong?"

"Uh..."

Qin Gengyun first paid a spirit coin to buy fried dough and soy milk, then pulled Zhang Chengdao aside, looked around, and asked softly:

"Taoist Friend Zhang, um... I wanted to ask you a thing or two about something."

Seeing his mysterious demeanor, Zhang Chengdao asked confusedly: "Taoist Friend Qin, what is it?"

Qin Gengyun hesitated briefly and finally asked: "Your... bedroom activities with your wife, how long do they usually last?"

Zhang Chengdao, an honest man, was instantly blushing upon hearing Qin Gengyun ask such a question.

"Taoist Friend Qin, you, you..."

Qin Gengyun said: "Taoist Friend Zhang, don’t misunderstand. I just got married, and I lack experience. Seeing you and your wife so loving, I wanted to ask about how to become harmonious with my wife."

He was all out in it. Last night Zhang Chengdao and Chen Fang lasted half a stick of incense time, while his thirty-five breaths felt too short.

Without asking clearly, his heart would never be at ease.

Seeing Qin Gengyun’s sincere words, Zhang Chengdao glanced around like a thief and whispered:

"Our thing... doesn’t last long, usually about one stick of incense."

Qin Gengyun chuckled: "Got it, Taoist Friend Zhang, thanks."

After saying that, without further ado, he took his breakfast and headed back.

One stick of incense.

In his previous life, it was about half an hour.

For cultivators, it indeed isn’t considered long.

But compared to thirty-five breaths, it’s very long.

Qin Gengyun thought again, but Taoist Friend Qiu has a special constitution!

Perhaps, if he meets an ordinary female cultivator, he too could last one stick of incense?

Qin Gengyun shook his head, what am I thinking? Would I find another female cultivator just to prove this?

That’s too ridiculous.

Qin Gengyun stopped his wild musings and returned home, where Qiu Zhihe was just sitting up from the bed, the quilt slipping away revealing her white jade-like fragrant shoulder beneath her black underwear.

"Taoist Friend Qiu, sorry, I thought you were still asleep."

Qin Gengyun quickly turned his head aside, letting Qiu Zhihe promptly dress.

This is some kind of tacit understanding between him and Qiu Zhihe.

The dual cultivation at night resembles more a task completion, unlike genuinely loving couples who, in addition to the dull labor, have many intimate interactions.

And during the daytime, they tacitly maintain a distance, even avoiding each other while changing clothes.

Just like now, even when accidentally stumbling upon Qiu Zhihe’s disheveled appearance, Qin Gengyun would not take another look.

Soon, Qiu Zhihe dressed, went to the kitchen to freshen up, and upon seeing the fried dough and soy milk placed on the table, Qin Gengyun smiled:

"Taoist Friend Qiu, we’ve been eating buns every day; today we’re changing the flavor."

Qiu Zhihe silently sat down, picked up a long thick piece of fried dough, broke it in half, and sent it into her cherry-red little mouth.

Qin Gengyun watched and pondered, murmured: "Taoist Friend Qiu, you have become increasingly charming."

"Charm?" Qiu Zhihe lowered her head to sniff herself, puzzled: "What charm?"

Qin Gengyun smiled without elaborating, quickly finished his portion, and stood up: "I’m heading out first."

Qiu Zhihe nodded, Qin Gengyun walked to the door, suddenly looked back:

"Taoist Friend Qiu, I mean you’re becoming more feminine."

After speaking, he opened the door and left.

"Feminine...?"

Qiu Zhihe smelled herself again, her round little face full of wonder, her small mouth opened, and with a click, snapped the piece of fried dough in her hand.

...

Qin Gengyun arrived at the Spirit Pill Workshop.

Today’s atmosphere in the workshop was even stranger than yesterday.

The pavilion master hadn’t arrived yet, and Yang Fengshan was... borrowing money!

That’s right, Qin Gengyun had been at the Spirit Pill Workshop for more than half a year. Steward Yang was always displaying arrogance, bullying others.

But today, he smiled at everyone he saw, his voice gentle:

"Taoist Friend, could you loan me a spirit stone?"

Even when facing Fang Chao, whom he usually oppressed, Yang Fengshan was all smiles, as if he was treating his own old father.

"Uncle Fang, there’s an urgent need at home. I know you have savings. Could you lend me... ten spirit stones?"

Fang Chao’s face turned pale with fear, repeatedly clasping his hands and pleading:

"Steward Yang, please spare me. My wife and I used all our spirit stones to pay for our daughter’s school fees. I’m sorry."

Seeing Yang Fengshan’s expression turning unpleasant, Fang Chao had to grit his teeth, took out two spirit stones reluctantly, and offered them to Yang Fengshan:

"Steward Yang, I only have these two spirit stones."

Yang Fengshan snorted coldly, grabbing them, and subsequently borrowed from Wang Ping and Xu Li. These two often loitering in taverns were poorer than Old Man Fang, but due to the steward Yang Fengshan’s authority, they reluctantly took out one spirit stone.

After finishing his round of borrowing, Yang Fengshan finally came to Qin Gengyun, who wore a bitter expression:

"Steward Yang, you know, I can’t even afford to rent a place at Cyan Luo Lane, living in the cheapest Narrow Rain Lane. If I exhaust my entire savings, I can only offer fifty spirit coins, sorry."

"Just fifty spirit coins?" Yang Fengshan snorted, his smile turning into disdain, yet he still accepted the fifty spirit coins.

Once Yang Fengshan walked away, Qin Gengyun approached Wang Ping and Xu Li, asking quietly:

"Did something happen at Steward Yang’s home?"

Earlier, he roughly calculated; Yang Fengshan’s borrowing spree yielded at least seven or eight spirit stones, which isn’t little.

Moreover, given his usual conduct, these spirit stones were probably never meant to be returned.

This counts as semi-robbery then.

Wang Ping spat: "I rather wish something happened to his home! That thick-skinned thief borrowed our spirit stones to pay a bride price for marriage!"

"Bride price?"

Qin Gengyun was taken aback, then shook his head with a laugh.

From his previous life, he had seen plenty of people borrowing money to cover bride prices, never expected even in the cultivation world such things happened.

Thinking it over, the female cultivators he visited during matchmaking often asked for bride prices of three to five hundred spirit stones, along with a Spirit Vein Immortal Mansion. Yang Fengshan was only a steward at a small Pill Workshop, earning at most five or six spirit stones monthly.

How could he afford such a high bride price?

It’s just unclear what kind of female cultivator Yang Fengshan wants to marry, to the extent that he had to lower his dignity to borrow money from low-level medicine attendants at the Pill Workshop.

After this episode, everyone resumed their work (or idling), and soon it was 5 p.m., Qin Gengyun left the Spirit Pill Workshop promptly.

He didn’t go straight home but visited Rouge Pavilion.

Last night seeing that middle-aged male cultivator wearing the array spirit robe, Qin Gengyun recalled Qiu Zhihe helping him cultivate Spirit Grass recently. He assumed her spiritual energy consumption wasn’t insignificant. If he bought her an array spirit robe that hastens spiritual power recovery, she would be very happy.

"Taoist Friend Qin, here to buy another jade hairpin for your wife?"

It was still the female cultivator he once went out with. She greeted him warmly upon seeing him enter.

Qin Gengyun clasped his hands: "Taoist Friend, I am looking to choose an array spirit robe for my wife. Do you have suitable ones here?"

"Array spirit robe?" The charming lady’s eyes brightened, a smile surfaced on her face:

"Taoist Friend Qin, have you forgotten? My surname is Chen. You may just call me Chen Jia."

Qin Gengyun said: "Taoist Friend Chen, please show me the array spirit robes."

"Sure, Taoist Friend Qin, follow me."

Chen Jia’s smile grew more alluring as she led Qin Gengyun to the wooden rack filled with robes, pointing to a red cloud pattern pleated skirt:

"Taoist Friend Qin, this skirt’s lining is embroidered with the ’Spirit Recovery Array’, which accelerates spiritual power recovery and is extremely beautiful in style, suitable for radiant newlywed women."

Qin Gengyun examined the skirt, recalling Qiu Zhihe’s lovely appearance in her red wedding dress from that night, asked:

"How many spirit stones for the skirt?"

Chen Jia smiled: "Twenty spirit stones."