Chapter 416: Embracing the Role of Son-in-Law ?
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Half a month later.
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
"Ning Fengzhi, you bastard, come out! If you don't bring Zeng Yi back, I will hate you for the rest of my life! Damn it!!!"
"You two, let me in! Do you know who I am? How dare you stop me!"
"I'm so angry!!!"
Outside a courtyard, two guards stopped the irritable young lady, Ning Rongrong, who wanted to forcefully enter the main gate.
"Miss, the Sect Master said he is not feeling well and will not see anyone."
"Go back, Miss. You're making it difficult for us by behaving like this."
The two guards, one on each side, held Ning Rongrong's shoulders, looking helpless as they watched their own unruly young lady struggle constantly.
Despite her struggles, as an auxiliary spirit master facing two Spirit Emperor-level experts, Ning Rongrong's efforts were futile. She could only threaten and curse.
"Let go of me, you bastards!"
"You just wait and see. When I become the Sect Master, I will definitely teach you both a lesson!"
Hearing this, the two guards couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines.
They knew that the stubborn princess before them was the next successor of the sect. With her temperament, they wouldn't be surprised if she demanded payback in the future. It would be quite troublesome.
However, they had no choice. Since the current Sect Master gave them such instructions, they could only follow them.
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Inside the house.
Ning Fengzhi listened to the various shouts and curses coming from outside, shaking his head helplessly and sighing.
He never expected his beloved daughter's reaction to be so extreme. It had been nearly half a month, and she still hadn't calmed down.
Moreover, she no longer called him "Father," instead addressing him directly by his name. This was...
Ning Fengzhi felt utterly helpless. He couldn't fulfill his daughter's request.
Bringing Zeng Yi back from the Spirit Hall? Was that a joke? The situation had already escalated to this point. If he went and took Zeng Yi back, it would be equivalent to slapping the face of the Spirit Hall in front of everyone, likely starting a war.
Ning Fengzhi knew that his daughter had strong feelings for Zeng Yi, but for the sake of the sect's survival, he could only act this way. Besides, it's not like they would never see each other again. In this world, it was normal for capable men to have multiple women.
Ning Fengzhi himself had more than one wife.
However, Ning Rongrong was his only daughter.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the room. Ning Fengzhi raised his head and saw a man in white sitting opposite him.
"Elder Chen, have you seen Zeng Yi? How is he?" Ning Fengzhi poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of Chen Xin.
Chen Xin picked up the cup and sighed, then put it back down.
"He said it was his own choice and not the sect's fault."
Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi paused for a moment and a bitter smile appeared on his face.
"So, that's how it is."
"His words filled me with shame."
Ning Fengzhi had indeed used Zeng Yi for the sake of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. However, Zeng Yi chose to stand with the sect out of a sense of loyalty.
Because Zeng Yi knew that if he refused, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would be destroyed under the iron hooves of the Spirit Hall.
Although it hadn't been long, Zeng Yi had many happy memories in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and had made some good friends. He didn't want to see it ruined.
Chen Xin had originally planned to force Zeng Yi to leave if he didn't want to participate, as a way to fulfill his responsibilities as a master. Ning Fengzhi agreed to it as well.
However, Zeng Yi ultimately chose the sect.
Looking at the cup in his hand, Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but show a self-deprecating smile. "In the end, our strength is still weak. Even our wedding ceremony has to be held on the bride's side. It's truly pitiful."
"I have a feeling that things won't go smoothly from now on."
"Let's just go with the flow."
The alliance between the Spirit Hall and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the two strongest forces on the continent, had made everyone incredibly nervous.
In this short half-month, the continent was already in turmoil.
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Somewhere on the Divine Sword Peak.
Yan Que sat on a large rock with a melancholic expression, hugging a silver-striped kitten. She watched the figure not too far away, continuously swinging a sword.
She had lost count of how many times the sword had been swung.
Perspiration soaked Zhu Zhuqing's clothes, she gritted her teeth, her gaze seeming somewhat numb. Her arms were only going through the motions at their limit, seemingly already reaching their peak.
Damn it!
Swish~
With the final swing, an invisible wave surged, the sword qi cutting through the air fiercely, slashing forward.
Boom~
Ten meters ahead of Zhu Zhuqing, a humanoid boulder was neatly split into two halves, collapsing on either side.
"Huff... Huff... Huff..."
Zhu Zhuqing released the hilt, bending over with her head down and arms limp. She breathed heavily, her back rising and falling violently. Beads of sweat, the size of beans, continuously dripped from her chin onto the ground, almost forming a line.
Ten minutes later, Zhu Zhuqing and Yan Que sat side by side, gazing boredly at the azure sky.
"Sister Zhuqing, do you think Master will come back?"
At the question, Zhu Zhuqing's eyes couldn't help but contract, remaining silent for a long time.
"He will come back, won't he?"
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At the Martial Spirit City.
"Zeng Yi, get your ass out here! I'm challenging you!"
"If you're still a man, stop hiding! Bastard!"
Listening to the noisy provocations outside, Zeng Yi couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth, gripping the wine glass tightly. "Aren't you tired of this? It's been days! Every morning, you come here to disturb my peace. Are you insane?"
"Hurry up and get out here! Let me challenge you! I'll prove you're not even worthy of being my opponent, have some self-awareness, can you?"
Impatient, Zeng Yi faced the door and cursed back.
Already feeling quite depressed, having a fool come to bother him every day, Zeng Yi was truly on the verge of exploding.
However, upon hearing his response, the person outside seemed even more enthusiastic.
Yan had always harbored a secret admiration for Hu Liena. Ever since he found out about her engagement, he had regarded Zeng Yi as a thorn in his side. But there was still some hope. As long as he could perform better than Zeng Yi, maybe there was still a chance.
However, when the Supreme Pontiff announced the engagement between Zeng Yi and Hu Liena to the world and arranged the engagement ceremony, Yan knew he had no chance left and felt despair.
At this point, no matter what he did, he couldn't stop this event anymore. Coming to challenge Zeng Yi was just a way to vent his emotions.
Even if he wasn't a match.
After who knows how long, the outside finally quieted down.
Zeng Yi couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. Finally, some peace.
As the day of the engagement banquet approached, Zeng Yi's mood became increasingly nervous. He even lost his usual enthusiasm for cultivation.
Zeng Yi knew that once this engagement ceremony took place, he would truly be bound to the Spirit Hall.
He did entertain thoughts of slipping away secretly, but the Spirit Hall had already restricted him. Apart from this courtyard and the Supreme Pontiff's orders, he couldn't go anywhere else.
With heavy guards outside, not even a fly could escape. Even if Zeng Yi had ideas, he couldn't put them into practice.
In this situation, Zeng Yi was almost desperate, and a sense of resignation arose in his heart.
After all, he was just a Spirit Ancestor. What else could he do?
"Perhaps being the Spirit Hall's son-in-law isn't so bad, huh, heh heh."
Looking at the wine glass in his hand, Zeng Yi put it down and picked up the gourd, drinking heavily.
"This isn't like you at all."
A melodious voice sounded in his ear, and Zeng Yi's eyes suddenly contracted. He put down the gourd and looked up, seeing Qian Renxue sitting opposite him.