The sky is clear, and the air is fresh!

Deep within the Kunlun Mountains, inside a worn-down thatched cottage.

"Cough cough, you little rabbit, I'm not going to make it much longer. I don't have anything left to teach you. You better get lost from this mountain for me!" The old man lay in his bed, his complexion slightly pale, looking at Ye Lang with a feeble gaze.

Yet, Ye Lang gave a bitter smile and lightly kicked the old man, "Master, stop pretending. You're really making a lot of effort to make me leave the mountain. We are both divine doctors, if you aren't ashamed, I feel uncomfortable!"

"Pchtt!"

In the next second, the old man spits out a mouthful of fresh blood, "I'm really not going to make it! I calculated it, my time is nearing..."

"Scram!"

Ye Lang rolled his eyes, "Where did you get this blood pack from? You're really acting as if it's real!"

Seeing he couldn’t pretend anymore, the old man suddenly perked up and sat, spitting out the blood pack from his mouth, "You tricky brat, you're too clever. I couldn't even fool you!"

"Spill it, old geezer. What's been going through your mind these days, trying to drive me away at every turn?"

Ye Lang felt strange. He was an orphan that was brought up into the mountains by the old man. His master had passed down to him all his lifelong knowledge. Although the old man was a lewd, unruly fellow that frequented the outside world womanizing, they had depended on each other as if family. Ye Lang respected him as a grandfather.

However, since five days ago, the old guy had been trying every trick to chase him down the mountain, even pretending to be dead today. These past days, the old man had been acting really out of character.

Only then did the old man awkwardly smile, placed his hands behind his back, and said very seriously, "Well, truth be told, the main reason is that I plan on getting married. I have agreed to propose to the Mistress of the Piaomiao Palace..."

"Pfft!"

Ye Lang almost coughed up blood. This old guy spent his life as a debonair, still constantly pestering young women even in his seventies. On several occasions, he went to the neighboring village to watch the widows wash their clothes, ogling their butts for the whole day.

Despite his grey hair, his charm was undeniable. Even the enchanting woman in her thirties and forties, the head of the Ethereal Palace, was infatuated with him and pursued him.

However, Ye Lang knew that the old man was just toying with them...

Now, he's shockingly speaking about getting married...

The old man glanced at Ye Lang, took out a book and threw it to him: "You're not young anymore, go down the mountain and find your seven senior sisters. See if there's a suitable one, if so, find a wife, if two are suitable then find two..."

The corner of Ye Lang's mouth twitched severely, he couldn't believe what he heard, he had senior sisters?

He reached out his hand in a hurry, interrupting him: "Old guy, are you joking? I have senior sisters? I've been with you for over a decade, how come this is the first I'm hearing about this?"

Before the old man could respond, Ye Lang smacked his head: "Oh, I get it. You made up seven senior sisters to dupe me into going down the mountain? Haha, I won't fall for that!"

However, the old man spoke solemnly: "They were merely my pupils when I wandered bored in the mundane world for life experience, not any special disciples. But, they became disciples before you so naturally, they would be your senior sisters!"

"Hmph, you probably fooled others when you were short of money, right?"

Ye Lang chuckled, opening the book in a sceptical manner: "Eldest disciple, Qiu Yunyun, lives in Yun City, seven years old, characterized by large eyes, probably growing up to be a beauty, since her mother is good looking...

Second disciple, Liu Ruyan, four years old, the only daughter of the Liu family in the middle state, characterized by her unique talent and strong comprehension...

Third disciple, Bai Bing, eight years old..."

After reading everything, Ye Lang's eyes were filled with bewilderment: "Old man, aren't these all little brats? You're asking me, a man in my twenties, to descend the mountain and call them senior sisters? I refuse!"

"What on earth are you talking about? For instance, your Senior Sister Qiu Yunyun, indeed, I accepted her as my apprentice when she was seven, but that was nineteen years ago. Now, she should be twenty-six, even older than you. Besides, I hadn't met you, this little runt, back then!"

The old man glanced at Ye Lang irritably, "They were all just nominal disciples I took in more than a decade ago, gave some casual guidance and direction, I am not quite sure how they are now. Cough cough, you can go down the mountain for a bit, meet your senior sisters, maybe they're all beauties!"

Ye Lang broke into a delighted grin at the mention of beauties: "But old man, you're so proficient at wooing girls, teach me some of it ... I know you have a secret manual of 36 moves to woo girls, that..."

The old man blushed, and hurled a book at Ye Lang: "Scram! I'm giving you the manual, if you don't come back with at least ten or so wives, you're disgracing me!"

"Cough cough, no money? How am I supposed to eat and drink when I go down the mountain alone?"

Prompted by curiosity about the beauties down the mountain, Ye Lang seemed interested.

"Scram! You're skillful enough, if you starve to death, that would be a disgrace to me!"

However, the old man kicked Ye Lang away.

Soon, Ye Lang arrived at the bottom of the mountain, looking at the grassy hut halfway up, feeling mixed emotions.

"Master, since you're getting married, I'm going to go wander about. Thank you for taking care of me these years!"

After saying that, Ye Lang turned his back, his eyes slightly moist.

"Seven senior sisters, I wonder which one is beautiful?"

"Well, the third and seventh senior sisters are both in Luocheng, so I might as well go to Luocheng. I heard that it's where Master found me years ago. I wonder if I could find out about my past?"

Ye Lang soon headed in the direction of Luocheng alone.

On the road, Ye Lang, having nothing to do, began to read the manual of 36 strategies to woo girls that the old man had given him.

"The first pick-up technique, have no shame, when you meet the one you like, you must have no shame, let her be moved by your deep affection?"

After he observed the first technique, Ye Lang's face revealed a peculiar expression. Reflecting on the old fellow's life, he finally nodded: "He indeed was very unashamed!"

"The second pick-up technique, the wide casting net, there are millions of women in the world, if this one doesn't work, then there's another one?"

After seeing the second technique, Ye Lang realized, the old man didn't even let off the widows in the village, casually seeking them out to talk about life's dreams, it actually was like this.

After thinking it over, Ye Lang expressed himself with a deep sigh: "Looking at it, Master exerted a lot of effort for me to be able to marry a wife. Otherwise, he wouldn't have selected seven older martial sisters for me over ten years ago. Isn’t this just a wide casting net? Master, you’ve really made a painstaking effort for your disciple’s marriage!"

"Seven martial sisters, they can’t all be ugly, right? Hehe, they were all beauties when they were young, they wouldn’t have become ugly when they grew up, right?"

Touching his chin, Ye Lang continued to read: "The third technique, be good-looking? If not, act cool? Fortunately, fortunately, the word 'good-looking', was created for me!"

The narcissistic Ye Lang said and soon arrived at the city gate of Luo City.

"Third martial sister, seventh martial sister, your little martial brother has arrived, I love you!"

Ye Lang mischievously smiled, and gave a heart sign towards the city gate.