Pill Saint, Weapon Emperor, Array God, Unparalleled in the World

Feng Kun turned and left the main hall, heading towards Feng Wanyi's courtyard.

He walked very slowly, his mind replaying Luo Chen's words over and over again: "I am not alone."

The more you think about these words, the more unsettling they become.

Just who is this kid?

A son-in-law of the Zhu family wiped out his entire clan with a flick of his wrist, killed an elder of the Wuqing Sect with a single kick, and casually gave away a spirit-level cultivation technique and 100,000 spirit stones.

This doesn't look like someone from an ordinary family.

Feng Kun felt a chill run down his spine as he thought about it. Could this be a pawn thrown out by some powerful force?

They soon arrived at the gate of Feng Wanyi's courtyard.

The courtyard was quiet, and several osmanthus trees were in bloom, their fragrance drifting out on the night breeze.

Feng Wanyi sat on a rattan chair under the eaves, wearing a light pink gauze dress, her black hair loosely draped over her shoulders, holding a book in her hands.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up and saw delicate features, red lips and white teeth; she was like a newly opened lotus.

"Father, what brings you here?"

Feng Wanyi put down her book, stood up, and looked at her father.

Feng Kun sat down on the stone bench opposite her, rubbed his hands together, and carefully considered his words.

"Girl, I have a question for you."

Seeing his expression, Feng Wanyi smiled slightly.

"Yes, Father, please speak."

Feng Kun was silent for a few seconds before recounting how Luo Chen had come to propose marriage.

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One hundred thousand spirit stones, a spirit-level cultivation technique, killing an outer elder of the Wuqing Sect, having powerful backers... one by one, they were all revealed.

After he finished speaking, he looked into Feng Wanyi's eyes.

"You decide this yourself. If you're unwilling, your father will immediately return the betrothal gifts and will never force you."

Feng Wanyi lowered her head, her fingers gently twirling the edge of the book, and remained silent for a long time.

After a long while, she finally raised her head and looked at Feng Kun.

"Father, you're telling me that he was just a son-in-law who was trampled on for five years, and suddenly he can turn the tables and kill entire families, and even offer a spirit-level cultivation technique as a betrothal gift..."

She paused for a moment, her voice uncertain.

"What kind of person is he, really?"

Feng Kun's heart skipped a beat—why did his daughter's tone sound like a rejection?

"Girl, stop beating around the bush, what are you really thinking?"

Feng Wanyi stood under the corridor, her gaze shifting from the direction of the Luo residence to Feng Kun's face.

"Father, I have no objection to this marriage. Please proceed according to the proper customs."

Feng Kun paused, his hand still holding the teacup, and looked up at her.

"Girl... are you really sure?"

Feng Wanyi nodded, her expression calm.

"I've made up my mind."

Feng Kun put down his teacup, his brows furrowing.

"You rejected so many marriage proposals from wealthy families before, the young master of the Wang family in the north, the young master of the Zhao family in the south—weren't they all more powerful than Luo Chen? You looked down on them all. Why did you agree so readily this time?"

Feng Wanyi pursed her lips and lowered her gaze.

"Father, think about it. Since Luo Chen dared to come and propose marriage, and even offered such a generous dowry, it shows he's determined to win me over. If I don't agree, given his current strength and methods, do you think he'll let it go so easily?"

She raised her head, looked at Feng Kun, and spoke each word clearly.

"How was the Zhu family destroyed? What happened to those who dared to defy them? I don't want the Feng family to end up like that. For the sake of the Feng family, I had no other choice."

Feng Kun felt a pang in his heart and his throat tighten upon hearing this.

"Girl, you've suffered so much..."

Feng Wanyi smiled faintly, the corners of her mouth curving slightly.

"Father, you flatter me. As a daughter of the Feng family, it's only right that I take on some responsibilities for the family. Besides..."

She paused, then looked out of the courtyard.

"Aside from the Zhu family affair, Luo Chen isn't considered a bad person by outsiders. They say he's efficient and kind to his subordinates. Working for someone like that isn't necessarily a bad thing."

Feng Kun paused for a moment, looking at his daughter's expression, pondering the matter over and over in his mind.

My daughter is always proud and would never say anything against her conscience.

The fact that she could say something like "it's not necessarily suffering" shows that she is at least not opposed to Luo Chen.

This is a good sign.

Feng Kun breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

"Alright, since you've made up your mind, I'll go discuss the marriage with the clan."

After chatting with Feng Wanyi for a few more minutes, Feng Kun got up and left.

Feng Wanyi watched her father's figure disappear outside the courtyard gate before turning around.

A night breeze blew by, and a few osmanthus petals fell onto her shoulder.

She reached out and picked up a petal, then gently crushed it.

"Luo Chen... don't let me down."

The voice was very soft, as if speaking to oneself.

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.

Luo Chen has been cultivating in the main house for the past few days. His Tai Xu Hun Tian Gong is circulating more and more smoothly, and spiritual energy is surging through his meridians.

The resources retrieved from the thirty spirit storage sites were upgraded by the Burial Heaven Pavilion, resulting in a significantly higher grade and a much faster refining speed than before.

Just as he was practicing his internal energy, he heard footsteps outside the door.

"Master! The Feng family has sent someone! They request your presence!"

Luo Chen opened his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips.

coming.

He finished his practice, got up, changed into a clean blue robe, and walked to the front hall.

The person who came from the Feng family was a steward. He bowed and greeted him politely.

"Master Luo, my master requests your presence."

Luo Chen nodded, didn't ask any more questions, and followed the man all the way to the Feng residence.

After entering the gate of the Feng residence and passing through the front courtyard, one could hear the commotion coming from the main hall.

Luo Chen kept walking, but his mind was as clear as a mirror.

Today's scene is just the Feng family putting on airs.

He walked to the entrance of the main hall, glanced around, and smiled to himself.

The hall was full of people, about twenty or so, all of whom were elders of the Feng family, including uncles, aunts, cousins, and other relatives.

They all sat upright with serious expressions, their eyes fixed on the doorway.

This kind of scene would make most people's legs go weak.

Luo Chen remained expressionless, strode across the threshold, and bowed to the person in the main seat.

"Junior Luo Chen greets Elder Feng and all the elders."

Feng Xuanhou sat in the main seat, a smile on his old face, and pointed to the seat at the head of the table on his right.

"Luo Chen is here, please have a seat."

That seat was right next to the head seat, reserved for distinguished guests.

Luo Chen didn't stand on ceremony, walked over and sat down, looking completely at ease.

The elders of the Feng family exchanged glances, their eyes filled with scrutiny.

This kid looks young, but he has quite the presence.

Once everyone was present, Feng Xuanhou gave Feng Kun a wink.

Feng Kun cleared his throat, sat up straight, and looked at Luo Chen before speaking.

"Luo Chen, you came to propose marriage a few days ago, saying you wanted to marry my Wanyi, and she agreed."

He paused for a moment, his gaze fixed on Luo Chen's face.

"Now let me ask you this: do you still mean the same thing?"

Luo Chen stood up, cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, and adopted a proper attitude.

"Thank you for your kindness, Father-in-law! I, Luo Chen, always keep my word; a promise is a promise. Since I have come to offer my betrothal, it is naturally a sincere request for marriage, and I have no intention of joking."

The moment the words "father-in-law" were uttered, the expressions of several elders from the Feng family in the hall subtly changed.

Some people's lips twitched, while others let out a soft hum.

This kid knows how to take advantage of a situation; he gets the nickname pretty easy to say.

Hearing the word "father-in-law," Feng Kun felt a mix of emotions, but he had to maintain a composed facade.

He nodded and said in a deep voice, "Alright. Since you say so, then you must treat Wanyi well from now on and not let her suffer the slightest grievance."

Luo Chen's expression turned serious, and he said solemnly, "Father-in-law, rest assured, as long as we are of one mind as husband and wife, I, Luo Chen, will never let down the Feng family, nor will I let down the Third Miss."

That was a beautifully said statement, demonstrating loyalty while also binding the Feng family and the Third Miss together.

Upon hearing this, the elders of the Feng family finally relaxed a bit.

Feng Kun nodded again, exchanged a glance with Feng Xuanhou, and then turned back to look at Luo Chen.

"So when do you plan to hold the wedding?"