Martial Soul: Be a Saint

"Wow, this fish is so fat!" I'll definitely sell it for a good price when I get it back to town later! " The masked woman seemed very happy.    

Wu Hao did not say a word, his eyes flickering with a confused look.    

When the woman saw his appearance, a profound look flashed across her face, which was hidden behind her veil.    

"Just who are you?"    

The woman thought to herself.    

She could clearly feel a very strong aura inside his body and knew at a glance that he was an extraordinary cultivator. However, he was lying unconscious by the river and didn't remember her after he woke up.    

"Perhaps we are both born into the same world! "Sigh …"    

The woman sighed and continued to collect the fish nets in the river. Wu Hao, who was behind her, kept silent and stared into the distance, rarely stepping forward to help.    

However, the fishing net was quickly finished off by the woman's efforts.    

Today, their harvest was very plentiful. It was likely that they would be able to sell these fish in the town market for a good price later.    

As the saying goes, to rely on the mountain to eat the mountain, to rely on the water to eat the water.    

The people of the fishing villages had relied on water to survive for generations, and the fish were their food.    

Early in the morning, the two of them picked up two baskets of fish and shrimp crabs and headed towards the town's market.    

The Yongan Town was not big.    

There were about several thousand people in the town. Although it was not big, the population was concentrated, so it was relatively lively here.    

Today was the day of the fair, so the market was already filled with people.    

As it was already late, the good stalls in the market had long since been occupied by others. The two could only pick out fish, shrimp, and crabs and sell them in a relatively remote place in the market.    

Fortunately, the people of the Yongan Town were simple and honest. Most of the villagers that came to the market were from other villages, so they came here to shop.    

In addition, the woman seemed to have a good reputation, so her business was also quite good.    

In just a few hours, more than half of the crabs and fish had been sold off. The money was already filled to the brim.    

Today, it could be considered a big harvest.    

"You still don't remember who you are?" Seeing that there were not many fish and shrimp crabs left in the basket, and relatively fewer people coming to visit, the quiet woman, who had just come back to visit, could not help but ask Wu Hao out of concern.    

Hearing that, Wu Hao shook his head at her, but did not say anything.    

However, the woman seemed to have already gotten used to his behavior, so she didn't pay much attention to it.    

She raised her head and looked at the bustling market, a flash of reminiscence in her eyes, and a hint of sadness in her memories.    

"You must be a cultivator!"    

The lady slowly spoke, the silent Wu Hao, upon hearing these words, trembled, vaguely, it was as though there was something that was about to awaken.    

"I don't know …"    

A hint of confusion flashed across Wu Hao's eyes.    

Unexpectedly, the woman suddenly opened her mouth.    

The woman turned around and looked at him with a helpless smile. "Heh, if you can't remember, then don't think about it. This kind of ordinary life is pretty good!"    

"Little miss, how much is this big fish …"    

Just as he finished speaking, his uncle appeared before him. With a single glance, he had taken a fancy to the big fish they caught today.    

"Uncle, this big fish is cheaper for you. Ten copper coins!" The woman said to her uncle with a smile.    

"So cheap, so nice …" I'll buy it! "    

Eldest Uncle took out 10 copper from his money pouch and gave it to Wu Hao, while the woman used a rice pole to tie up the big fish and gave it to Eldest Uncle.    

Wu Hao looked at the copper coin in his hand, and became lost in thought again.    

Some long-forgotten memories seemed to be slowly awakening.    

Copper coins. This kind of currency. It seemed like he hadn't used it in a long time.    

It was a distant memory...