chsdbacks Chapter 138 Son-in-law, sigh, can we reconcile?
Chapter 138 Son-in-law, sigh, can we reconcile?
Chapter 138 Son-in-law, sigh, can we reconcile?
Dou Zun!
These two words exploded like a thunderclap in the deathly silent council chamber!
Throughout the centuries-long history of the Jia Ma Empire, the Dou Zun has always been a legendary figure!
Even the strongest experts are only at the Dou Zong level; the Dou Zun realm is already an unattainable myth!
But at this moment, Yunshan felt the legendary power emanating from this young man!
Xiao Yan looked at Yun Shan kneeling on the ground, his face expressionless. He neither admitted nor denied it, but simply said:
"You lost the 'hundred steps agreement'."
These seven simple words struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.
Yunshan's pupils suddenly contracted.
He knew that he had not only lost the bet, but also the face of the entire Yunlan Sect.
Moreover, facing a Dou Zun, the Yunlan Sect had no power to resist.
He slumped to the ground, staring at Xiao Yan's figure, and for the first time felt a deep-seated powerlessness.
But the next moment, he suddenly came to his senses.
"That's not right!"
He screamed inwardly.
"This kid's here to propose marriage! A Dou Zun! Why would I refuse?"
Yunshan suddenly wanted to slap himself, feeling that he was either getting senile or had broken through to the Dou Zong realm and no longer knew his own name.
"Even if he's just a Dou Zong, can an eighteen-year-old Dou Zong be compared to an old bone like me who barely broke through with the help of the Soul Hall?"
I must be an idiot to stop them from getting married! "Not only should they get married, but they should get married in style!"
"Wasn't Yanran already engaged to him? This isn't just a mountain adventure, it's double happiness!"
Xiao Yan had already released the pressure. Seeing Yun Shan still lying on the ground, he assumed that the old man had lost his mind after being hit so hard.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, Yunshan raised his head, his face beaming with a smile brighter than a chrysanthemum, his voice laced with enthusiastic flattery:
"Young master, could you please help me up?"
Upon hearing this, not only was Xiao Yan stunned, but the entire audience fell into a deathly silence.
Yun Yun blushed instantly, even her ears turning a ruby-like color, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the ground.
The voice of the long-absent Yao Lao echoed in Xiao Yan's mind:
"Looks like this old guy isn't completely stupid; he's got his eye on your talent and strength—"
The air inside the council chamber seemed to have turned into a block of ice, and even the sound of breathing made one's eardrums vibrate.
"Son-in-law...?"
Yunling lay on the ground, half her face pressed against the cold bluestone tiles, her face twitching repeatedly, almost unable to believe her ears.
But when he thought of the words "Battle Master" that the old sect leader had uttered, he gave a bitter smile.
Such a young Dou Zun, let alone marrying the sect leader, even if it meant using Yun Ling, this old man, as a stepping stone, the old sect leader would probably be happy to do so.
Gu He's lips twitched when he heard this. He had lived most of his life and had seen sycophants and opportunists, but he had never seen a Dou Zong who could change his face faster than turning the pages of a book. This was truly a first for him.
Just moments ago, he was angrily rebuking Xiao Yan for "disrespecting the sect leader," but now his wrinkled old face was beaming with joy, and the wrinkles around his eyes were practically overflowing with the smugness of his own cabbage being taken by a golden pig.
But that's normal.
That's a Dou Zun, and an eighteen-year-old one at that.
Thinking about this, Gu He felt even more certain that his previous idea of becoming Xiao Yan's disciple was absolutely correct.
That kowtow was well-deserved.
Everyone stood there, stunned.
Although Nalan Yanran, who was being held by Yun Yun, had regained some strength, she was still shaken by the word "son-in-law".
Looking at Xiao Yan's tall and straight back, and then glancing at her master beside her, whose neck was flushed red with embarrassment, she felt a chill run through her very bones.
An indescribable bitterness spread from the bottom of my heart.
The man she once considered a disgrace, the boy who broke off their engagement and beat her until she vomited blood and knelt on the ground, is now going to become her master's "son-in-law"? Her teacher's man?
So how should she address her? Martial Uncle? Or...?
After experiencing such a dramatic change, Nalan Yanran's mind was swept away by an even more turbulent emotion.
Having experienced this earth-shattering change, Nalan Yanran looked at the black-robed figure who was revered by everyone, and a thought unexpectedly popped into her mind.
This was supposed to be my man.
The marriage contract that she had torn up with her own hands back then now felt like a fine needle, piercing her heart unexpectedly.
She was the one who looked down on him, who thought he was unworthy of the title of the young sect leader of the Yunlan Sect, but now—"
Dou Zun—An eighteen-year-old Dou Zun?
How is that possible?
How she wished this was just a recurring dream.
"No...."
She shook her head abruptly, stray hairs brushing against her burning cheeks, her fingertips unconsciously tightening around her clothes.
My mind felt heavy and chaotic, as if it were stuffed with waterlogged cotton wool, and even my breathing was trembling with heat.
Her face, which had been somewhat pale, suddenly flushed with an unusual blush, spreading from her cheekbones to the corners of her eyes, and even her neck was tinged with a light red.
At this moment, she felt ashamed of being slapped in the face by reality, bewildered by her past choices, and a bitter taste that she herself despised, which she couldn't quite explain.
Although Nalan Yanran made a lot of noise, her teacher, who was holding her, did not notice it.
Yun Yun's face was already flushed, the blush spreading from her ears all the way down to her collar, even her earlobes were a ripe agate color.
She subconsciously tightened her sleeves, her fingertips pinching the fine moon robe into several creases.
The resolute determination she had shown when she stood in front of Xiao Yan vanished completely. She felt as if countless eyes were staring at her burning cheeks, and even the stray hairs at her temples seemed to come alive, making her heart tremble.
She wanted to dismiss her master's nonsense, her lips moved, but only a faint whisper escaped her lips. In the end, she simply buried her head even lower.
She didn't even dare to glance at Xiao Yan out of the corner of her eye.
Xiao Yan also enjoyed the moment, then lowered his eyes to look at Yunshan on the ground, where the scene was as lively as "an old father-in-law meeting his new son-in-law," and his fingertips paused slightly.
The old man, who had been bristling like a fighting rooster just moments before, was now grinning from ear to ear, his face crinkling with wrinkles, even his white eyebrows trembling, looking just like an old fox who had stolen a chicken.
He couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe his nose, a hint of amusement and exasperation flashing in his eyes. This change was even faster than his control of the fire when refining medicine.
"Please get up, Elder Sect Master."
He bent down and reached out, his tone revealing little emotion, only a hint of helpless calm.
Yunshan, however, seemed to have received a royal decree and hurriedly moved closer, gripping Xiao Yan's wrist tightly as if afraid that this wealthy son-in-law would run away.
He smiled so hard that the wrinkles around his eyes deepened into deep furrows, and even his voice carried a deliberate air of intimacy: "Oh, oh, thank you so much, son-in-law, thank you so much, son-in-law."
The word "son-in-law" rang out again, and the council chamber was so quiet that you could hear everyone swallowing.
Yun Leng stared with his mouth agape for a long time before belatedly lifting his chin off the floor tiles. Looking at Yun Shan, who had been helped up by Xiao Yan, only one thought remained in his mind: the world of Yunlan Sect is probably really about to change.
A row of kudzu leaves, like those by the roadside:
Should I hurry up and escape from the Gama Empire?