"Hello."

As he walked, he didn’t know what was going through his mind.

Just then, a figure appeared before him.

Zhou Wushuang looked up, a trace of disgust appearing in his heart.

This person in front of him was most likely here for the position of the Alliance Hierarch of the Blackwater Secret Realm.

Too many people wanted to become the Alliance Hierarch.

Many people knew that he had connections with the ten mysterious figures of the Blackwater Secret Realm.

To curry favor with the top ten alliance members, these people used all sorts of tactics to get close to him.

Even though Zhou Wushuang’s eyes were blind, his mind was very clear.

He was naturally very clear about these people’s intentions.

"What’s the matter? A good dog doesn’t block the way, I have things to do."

Zhou Wushuang asked in a casual tone.

The person in front of him was indeed Zhao Daoran.

Although Zhao Daoran was the Deputy Alliance Leader of the Blackwater Secret Realm, he knew nothing about the ten mysterious figures.

Previously, he too was kept in the dark by Qin Tianba and didn’t know that Zhou Wushuang was acquainted with the top ten leaders of the Blackwater Secret Realm.

Just three days ago, after discovering Zhou Wushuang’s influence, he changed his previous arrogant attitude.

He tried everything to please Zhou Wushuang.

Zhao Daoran was filled with fury by Zhou Wushuang’s words, his facial muscles twitching.

"Well, Zhou Wushuang, how dare you act so arrogantly in front of the Deputy Leader? Are you tired of living, or do you think your life is too secure?"

One of Zhao Daoran’s subordinates couldn’t stand it.

He bared his teeth and coldly reprimanded.

He was named Zhao San, a subordinate of Zhao Wu, rolling up his sleeves and showing a stance ready to beat Zhou Wushuang.

Zhao Daoran raised his hand and rolled his eyes at these two subordinates.

"Don’t be disrespectful, both of you step back."

Slap~

A sound of slapping rang out.

Zhao Daoran swiftly gave each of the two a slap.

Their cheeks immediately turned red and swollen.

"Yes, yes."

After receiving a slap, the two quickly stepped aside, not daring to say more.

Zhao Daoran walked up to Zhou Wushuang with a pleasing demeanor.

"Brother Zhou, I’ve heard you’re over three thousand years old; you’re not young anymore, so I’ve found you a wife."

"That girl is very beautiful and virtuous, and she’s waiting for you at the First Under Heaven Pavilion. Let me take you there."

Zhao Daoran smiled.

One cannot catch a wolf without risking a child.

Before seeking out Zhou Wushuang,

he naturally did some research.

He learned that due to Zhou Wushuang’s blindness and being a cripple, no one held him in high regard.

Such a person was eager to find a wife, so arrangements were made in advance.

In Zhao Daoran’s view, if he could help Zhou Wushuang solve his lifelong issue, it would be easy to win his support as a leader, wouldn’t it?

Zhou Wushuang, upon hearing this, his eyes wandered, suspiciously observing Zhao Daoran.

"Yellow Weasel giving a New Year’s greeting to the chickens, up to no good."

"Hmph, no need."

Zhou Wushuang snorted coldly.

With his hands behind his back, he strode away.

He hadn’t forgotten the humiliation he’d suffered.

His left foot was broken by Qin Tianba.

A thousand years ago, Qin Tianba feigned kindness to Zhou Wushuang to gain the position of Leader of the Blackwater Alliance.

At that time, Zhou Wushuang was young and naive, oblivious to Qin Tianba’s wolfish ambitions.

He truly believed Qin Tianba was a good man who would bring fortune to the people in the Blackwater Secret Realm.

So, he helped him.

Who would have thought that once Qin Tianba became the Alliance Hierarch of the Blackwater Secret Realm,

he couldn’t wait to settle past scores.

He sent people to break Zhou Wushuang’s leg.

The person in front of him, Zhao Daoran, was just like Qin Tianba.

He wouldn’t make the same mistake again.

Seeing Zhou Wushuang leave, a cold gleam flashed in Zhao Daoran’s eyes.

"Blind Zhou, you really don’t know a good gesture when you see one."

"Don’t blame me for being ruthless."

Zhao Daoran clenched his fists tightly, the sound of bones cracking loud and clear.

...

The night was deep and silent.

Zhou Wushuang, with hands behind his back, arrived at the foot of a pavilion.

He pulled out a Spirit Smoke from his pocket and lit it.

A person like him, with no regular production, survived by growing a little grain.

His wallet naturally had no Spirit Jades.

He could only afford the cheapest smoke.

He kept one eye open and the other half-closed, exhaling smoke with a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Wang Ye was standing by the window at that moment, looking down at Zhou Wushuang smoking Soul-Extracting Smoke.

"Master Xia, you rest first; I’ll go and meet Zhou Wushuang."

As for Zhou Wushuang’s strength,

Wang Ye knew nothing about it, nor the ten mysterious figures behind him.

Just from Zhao Wu saving the little girl earlier, Wang Ye had developed a sense of respect for him.

"Mm, okay."

Xia Yurou nodded with a smile.

The Sect Master was indeed an extraordinary person.

To ordinary people, someone like Zhou Wushuang was met with disdain.

If other Sect Masters encountered someone like Zhou Wushuang, they probably wouldn’t spare them a glance.

Yet, the Sect Master was willing to make his acquaintance.

This very intention left Xia Yurou deeply admiring Wang Ye.

In a blink, Wang Ye was standing in front of Zhou Wushuang.

"Would you like a smoke?"

Wang Ye pulled out a Spirit Smoke and handed it over.

This Spirit Smoke wasn’t one you could buy for just ten Spirit Jades.

It was a premium smoke that cost over a hundred Spirit Jades.

Zhou Wushuang smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth.

This person’s tone was calm, full of heroism.

Completely different from those trying to please.

Having been blind for about a thousand years, Zhou Wushuang was naturally familiar with the sounds of scheming minds.

"Sure!"

Zhou Wushuang openly accepted the Spirit Smoke.

Wang Ye then sat down on the roadside.

The two did not speak.

Each smoked their Spirit Smoke.

On the quiet streets, smoke lingered in the air.

Wang Ye exhaled a puff of Spirit Smoke, smiling.

"Life in the Blackwater Secret Realm isn’t easy for everyone now."

Wang Ye sighed.

He considered himself to have seen the hardships of the people.

Zhou Wushuang’s once muddled eyes brightened a little at these words.

He exhaled a puff of Spirit Smoke, speaking in a venomous tone.

"Isn’t that the truth?"

"The truly impoverished families don’t get what they deserve, while the wealthy receive favors instead."

"Let me show you the truly impoverished in the Blackwater Secret Realm."

Zhou Wushuang stood up.

The two walked along the streets, talking and laughing.

Soon, they arrived in front of a household.

An elderly person sat in a wheelchair at the entrance, looking at the sky and sighing.

He had been paralyzed for over a hundred years.

Life was incredibly difficult.

Looking at the endless starry sky, indescribable sorrow filled his heart.

"When will this life ever end?"

With paralyzed legs, the thought of death often crossed his mind.

Living like this was truly a burden to his family.

"This old man has been paralyzed for over a hundred years."

Zhou Wushuang sighed.

Wang Ye nodded at the old man.

The lives of people were indeed not easy.

Then, the two arrived at another household.

"Here lives an elderly couple, both over eighty. The old woman is seriously ill, and after taking many spirit pills and medicinal herbs, there’s still no effect."

"They’ve become poor due to buying medicine."

As they walked along the street, they could hear sighs and cries from inside the house.

Wang Ye listened silently.