Doupo: Many Children, Many Blessings; Starting with Rock Spear Judgment of Yunshan

in the corner.

The boy, who had been keeping his head down, suddenly raised it.

Xiao Yan.

His delicate face was now flushed red with extreme anger, veins bulging on his forehead, and his chest heaving violently.

shame.

This is utter disgrace!

To have someone come to his door to annul the engagement, and in front of the entire clan at that, was not only a slap in the face for him, but also a trampling of his father's and the entire Xiao family's reputation!

"Nalan Yanran!"

Xiao Yan squeezed out these four words through clenched teeth, his voice becoming somewhat hoarse due to trembling.

He strode to the center of the hall and grabbed the paper and pen from the table.

The brushstrokes flowed like dragons and snakes.

Before the ink was dry, he suddenly brought his finger to his mouth and bit down hard.

Fresh blood seeped out.

Snapped!

The blood-red handprint was pressed heavily onto the white paper.

The huge character "休" (xiu) was shocking.

"Don't think that I, Xiao Yan, care so much about this marriage!"

Xiao Yan grabbed the letter of divorce and threw it hard at Nalan Yanran.

The white paper fluttered in the air and finally drifted down to Nalan Yanran's feet.

Nalan Yanran was stunned.

Kuzue was stunned.

Everyone in the room was stunned.

No one expected that this usually taciturn and useless young master would have such courage.

Xiao Yan straightened his back, and his originally somewhat hunched body now appeared unusually tall.

He stared intently at Nalan Yanran, his eyes blazing with fury.

The boy took a deep breath, mustered all his strength, and roared out the vow that had been suppressed in his heart for so long.

"Nalan Yanran, you just wait and see!"

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, never underestimate the young..."

Click—!

A crisp, clear sound suddenly rang out at the entrance of the hall.

The sound was crisp and loud, and the juice was overflowing.

It was like a sharp pair of scissors, forcefully cutting off the last word that Xiao Yan was about to utter.

Xiao Yan's pent-up grief and indignation suddenly got stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down, making him turn red in the face and neck.

The entire room fell silent.

All eyes, like iron filings drawn to a magnet, abruptly shifted from Xiao Yan to the entrance of the hall.

In the light and shadow at the doorway.

A tiny figure floated by.

It was a little girl with a cape like the starry sky, holding a red apple bigger than her face in her hands, her cheeks bulging, and she was chewing it with great effort.

Click.

Another bite.

In this hall where you could hear a pin drop, the chewing sound was more jarring than thunder.

Paimon seemed to sense that something was wrong with the atmosphere around him.

She stopped what she was doing, blinked her big eyes, and looked innocently at the dozens of pairs of eyes staring at her in the hall.

"Hmm?"

Paimon swallowed the fruit in his mouth and tilted his head.

"You guys continue, don't worry about me, I'm just having some fruit."

Everyone was speechless.

Where did this weirdo come from?

Can't you see that a momentous event concerning the honor and disgrace of our family is taking place here?

Just then.

A tall, slender figure stepped across the threshold and into the hall at a leisurely pace.

He wore a long black and gold robe and stood tall and straight.

On that handsome, almost demonic face hung a faint, serene composure, as if he had seen through everything in the world.

Lin Feng.

With his hands behind his back, he strolled leisurely into this tense and chaotic scene, as if he were walking into his own backyard rather than the Xiao family's main hall.

He glanced at Xiao Yan, who was still frozen in place, and then at the "rest" character that had fallen to the ground.

"The dialogue is good."

Lin Feng's voice was flat, making it impossible to tell whether it was praise or sarcasm.

"But this apple is a bit sour."

Xiao Yan was completely dumbfounded.

The intense grief and indignation I felt earlier dissipated after this interruption, leaving only a strong sense of absurdity.

Who is this person?

What is he saying?

Ge Ye frowned, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

As a steward of the Yunlan Sect, he had seen many grand occasions.

But the young man in front of him gave him a feeling that he couldn't see through him at all.

There was no fluctuation of battle aura.

Not at all.

Just like an ordinary person.

How could an ordinary person possibly have the magnanimity to treat a room full of powerful figures as nothing?

"And you are...?"

Ge Ye tentatively opened his mouth, but his hand quietly reached for the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Lin Feng ignored him.

He didn't even glance at him out of the corner of his eye.

He walked straight through the crowd. The Xiao family members who were originally blocking the way instinctively stepped aside the moment they came into contact with his aura, making way for him.

Paimon was standing next to Lin Feng, munching on an apple while pointing and gesturing at Xiao Yan.

"Traveler, look at that person."

Paimon leaned close to Lin Feng's ear, and although it was a whisper, the volume was loud enough for everyone to hear.

"What he just said was so cringeworthy!"

"What do you mean by 'thirty years east of the river and west of the river'? It's even harder to understand than Her Highness the Princess's 'Princess of Judgment'."

"Is this the legendary 'trash-to-hero' start? Should we pick up an old man next?"

Xiao Yan's face twitched violently a few times.

Is this a chuunibyou (middle school syndrome)?

Waste material flow?

Although he didn't understand what these words meant, his intuition told him that they were definitely not good things.

"That's enough!"

Nalan Yanran finally reached her breaking point.

She's the main character today!

She came to annul the engagement, she came to humiliate... no, she came to resolve this trouble!

How did two random people suddenly appear and steal all the limelight?

"Who are you?!"

Nalan Yanran raised her eyebrows and shouted.

"This is a private matter between my Yunlan Sect and the Xiao family. All bystanders, please leave immediately!"

Lin Feng still ignored him.

He had already walked up to Xiao Yan.

The distance between the two was less than half a meter.

Xiao Yan subconsciously took a half step back, looking warily at the man who was half a head taller than him.

"Are you an accomplice that Nalan Yanran invited?"

Xiao Yan clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms.

If so, then even if I die today, I will break one of their teeth!

Lin Feng looked at the wary young man in front of him, a hint of amusement flashing in his golden eyes.

The chosen one.

Right now, Xiao Yan is like a frightened little beast, his fur standing on end, trying to use a fierce exterior to cover up his inner vulnerability.

"helper?"

Lin Feng chuckled softly.

She doesn't deserve it.

Upon hearing these four words, Nalan Yanran's face instantly turned ashen.

Not worthy?

She, the young sect leader of the Yunlan Sect, is not worthy of inviting this person?

Madness!

That's utterly arrogant!

Xiao Yan was also taken aback.

Not a helper?

So what is he here for?

Lin Feng did not explain.

His gaze did not linger on Xiao Yan's face, but slowly moved downwards.

Ultimately, the image settled on Xiao Yan's left hand.

There, she wore a black, antique-looking ring.

The ring's surface is covered with the marks of time; it looks ordinary, and no one would pick it up if it were left on the roadside.

But in Lin Feng's eyes...

Inside the ring, a weak yet powerful soul was trembling.

Medicine dust.

The former revered physician.

At this very moment, this knowledgeable old man was feeling an unprecedented sense of terrifying oppression.

That wasn't the oppressive force of fighting spirit.

That was a gaze from the depths of the soul, from a higher level of life.

It's like... a giant dragon is watching an ant.

"Found it."

Lin Feng whispered.