Seeing that there was still plenty of time, I asked about my fiancées.
Mother told me that even the most delicate ones, Sister Shan and Xiu'er, had already become Houtian Martial Artists. Their strength was over 6,000 jin each. I suppose it’s a case of "not enough to compare with the top, but more than enough to beat the bottom."
Hearing Mother say this, cold sweat instantly broke out on my forehead. My own strength, it seemed, was only a little over 4,000 jin, and I hadn't even reached the level of a Houtian Martial Artist yet. If something were to happen in the future and one of them gave me a little punch, I wouldn't be able to handle it. It looks like I must find a body-refining technique to train my body until it’s as hard as steel. Otherwise, these eight or nine wives will truly be the death of me. I don’t fear them yelling or shouting; I only fear them acting cute or coquettish, because if they threw a punch, I wouldn't be able to withstand it.
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