Chapter Twenty-Three ~ Tournament of Pride(8)

After a steamy session with Song Meihu, Wei Jian was the only one still awake. The voluptuous Song Meihu slept with a satisfied face. Gripping his sword, he began to swing it wildly in all directions. Each thrust resonated ear-piercing sounds.

Coming to a complete stop, Wei Jian was covered head to toe in sweat. 'It's not enough'

Getting back into his crazed state of swing nonstop he would close off his sense, solely focusing on his training. From the sidelines, Song Meihu, who was now awake due to the noises looked on. Admiring the sophisticated, yet random swings that Wei Jian performed.

Each swing ended with a perfect form, not wasting any of the sword potentials. Each swing connected to the next, in doing so, Wei Jian had kept his momentum growing.

Inspired by Wei Jian, Song Meihu would head back inside. Sitting down she would take out her cauldron and begin her spiritual stamina training. The two were so engrossed, that times flew quicker than a leaf could hit the ground.

Only coming back to reality when someone knocked at their front door. Song Meihu lay on the floor heaving unable to answer the call. So Wei Jian would stop his trance and open the door.

An old man with stern-looking eyes stared at Wei Jian. His killing intent was so potent that Wei Jian was left shook and unable to do anything. Before he could even check the old man's cultivation realm, he would be pushed aside.

" Where is my granddaughter, you manwhore?" Ignoring Wei Jian he would barge in as he pleased.

Leaning on the door frame, Song Meihu would weakly call out, " Grandpa?! What are you doing to Wei Jian."

Seeing his disheveled granddaughter, the old man, reappeared in front of Wei Jian. Grabbing Wei Jian by his throat lifting him up effortlessly. Unlike the chimera, who did incite fear in Wei Jian, this old man gave Wei Jian a whole different level of fear.

But that did not stop Wei Jian from retaliating, immediately Wei Jian would swing up his entire lower half. Before twisting it with all his might, aiming his feet towards the old man's face.

Boom!

Wei Jian was again held in place, unable to even retaliate. In this situation, Wei Jian resorted to using one of Long Wei's techniques. But before he could even release his qi, the old men would slam him to the ground.

" Grandpa! Stop!" Running to Wei Jian's side, she would hold him in her embrace. She knows her grandpa was too strong and was worried for Wei Jian.

" Oh stop your acting, you filthy mortal." Still standing tall and unapologetic. Seeing his grandaughter's current state he could tell that she truly was in love with Wei Jian.

" Oh stop your whining, I'm only testing him, if I wanted to he would have died before the door even opened." Sitting down, pouting like a kid.

Song Meihu however was not amused and give her grandpa a pinch with all of her might. Of course, her grandpa was a cultivator in the sovereign realm, so it had absolutely no effect. But he would act out the nonexistent pain.

Wei Jian was not so amused, holding the side of his torso, he was enduring the pain of broken ribs. Takes out a pill from his spatial ring, a green pill, and consumes it. His grimacing face would soften.

" Father, you and your strange greetings." Standing at the door was Song Zixuan. Shaking his head in shame.

Remembering when his father went and did the same thing to his wife's family, nearly destroying his marriage before it even began.

" Hmmph! I'm just testing the knack of the man who dared to take my precious granddaughter, before even meeting the family he had already stolen her away.

" But from what I've seen he's decent at most, so Meihu I want you to break it off right away. I have already found a capable man for you.

" Grandpa...

" No, I have already decided, you will not change my mind. Now, Mo Xin, come greet my granddaughter.

" I, Mo Xin, greet the ancestor of the Song family, Song Shoushan and I greet my future wife Song Meihu.

Having enough of being ignored, Wei Jian would interrupt Mo Xin's greeting. Snatching away Song Meihu, so that Mo Xin would not touch her.

" Ancestor Shoushan, it is indeed my fault for not greeting my future family, but as you have heard due to circumstances it could not have been done.

Kowtowing to Song Shoushan, Wei Jian would raise his hand, before placing it back down on the ground. Repeating the same respectful bowing nine times. A respectful to greet members of your lover's family. Seeing the scene Song Meihu's heart would ache.

"Ancestor Shoushan, I would like to demand your daughter's hand in marriage.

" Hmph!.. What makes you think this little show of yours would sway my decision. Mo Xin is a true genius, that is worth more in bloodline than yours in my eyes.

" Father why not test who truly is the better pill cultivator.

Seizing the chance Song Meihu would agree with her father, begging her grandpa to at least give Wei Jian this chance to prove himself.

" Argh! Fine, right here and now, you two shall refine me the purest pill, it must be above or is at the grade of exalted. The pill..mmm..the desolating pill will do.

The small of hope that Song Meihu had, slowly began to crumble. The desolating pill was a pill invented by Shoushan himself. The effect of the pills was to suck out the qi of a cultivator, leaving them defenseless for a week. It required the alchemist to use his own qi as an ingredient.

Furthermore, it required a long time to refine and process the pill. So it was a test of endurance more than anything.

" Well! What are you two waiting for, begin already!

To Be Continued…