I tried to kill the heroines of destiny, but they ended up chasing after me.

"Is weakness the original sin...?"

Jiang Wanyu clenched his fist.

The next second, as she watched Huang Quan's approaching figure, another voice arose in her heart.

A smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

No, no, he doesn't seem like that kind of person.

"Jiang Wanyu?"

Huang Quan slowly began to examine the woman in front of him, who was nominally his fiancée.

The skin appears unhealthy and pale, delicate like porcelain, smooth and clean.

With a slender figure, a supple waist, and calves so thin they could be grasped with a single hand, the girl exuded a youthful charm from the inside out. She seemed a little unreal, her porcelain-white body so delicate it was almost poreless, as if she had stepped out of a painting.

Her long, silvery-white hair, disheveled from the loss of life, and her red eyes were scrutinizing him.

"The Underworld..."

With just one glance, Jiang Wanyu could feel a subtle but pervasive sense of pressure emanating from him.

It's not a suppression of strength, but rather a suppression that originates from the soul and the level of life itself.

Looking at this 'fiancé', she appeared calm on the surface, but her heart was burning with desire: "Yes, I should be the only one in the Jiang family named Jiang Wanyu."

She also protested that the elders had the right to arbitrarily decide the marriages of their descendants, asking why they had the ability to sign the papers but not the ability to marry themselves.

Looking back now, it wasn't so bad.

Huang Quan acted as if he were in his own home, showing no awareness whatsoever of being a guest.

I casually sat down in an empty spot in the pavilion, picked up the wine pot, and poured myself a small drink.

"Do you understand why I'm here?"

Although that spot was reserved for him.

"This……"

The elders exchanged glances, looking helplessly at Jiang Wuque.

They wouldn't dare say such things carelessly; of course, it had to be said by the person in charge.

"Nephew, would you like to see what your fiancée looks like before the wedding?"

This is roughly what it means to pretend to be ignorant when you know the truth.

Huang Quan didn't refute: "I'm not interested in what cultivation level my partner has. Anyway, they won't be stronger than me. Besides, I have some cognitive problems. I can't see any difference between the first, second, third, fourth, and fifth realms. They're not even a small goal."

Jiang Wuque, Jiang Wanyu, and the elders all brightened up.

It seems that's indeed the case!

Considering the rumors about the other person's eccentric personality, it's quite possible!

Jiang Wuque rubbed his hands together and quickly flattered, "Indeed, indeed, for my nephew, a small goal should at least be the sixth realm!"

"It's too small, my vision is too narrow. My small goal for myself is to reach the Eight Realms Mountains and Seas next year."

Seeing the awkward yet polite smiles around him, the young man drank a glass of wine: "What? Too difficult? Then let's make it medium."

[Holy crap, are you trying to get yourself killed? I can sense that the spiritual energy emanating from that girl's ring is at least ten times stronger than yours. I'm ready to take your life at any moment.]

“Anran, you’re not very good at Hailan language, but you can swear right away. I’m relieved to hear you say that.”

"This wine is too strong. Could you please give me a cup of tea instead, Liang Feifan?"

Huang Quan smiled slightly and spoke to one of the young men who were waiting outside the pavilion.

"My name is Liang Feifan."

Liang Feifan continued to meet Huang Quan's gaze with 'neither humble nor arrogant'.

The pronunciation of "良" and "梁" in this context is slightly different, but they are easy to distinguish.

"Oh, sorry, I won't remember the names of my peers who I've left behind. They're just a bunch of mediocre people who followed my shadow until they disappeared, without exception."

Upon hearing Huang Quan's explanation, Liang Feifan's anger subsided by half.

The next second, his fingernails dug deep into his palm, drawing blood, but he felt no pain whatsoever.

"Never mind, Liang Feifan doesn't seem too willing. How about you make me a cup yourself, Wan Yu?"

Chapter Ten: Armed with a Sharp Blade, a Killing Intent Arises!

"Wanyu, are you really going to get married...? I'm so sad, so sad."

Liang Feifan followed under the pretext of helping out, and looking at the busy figure, his face was full of grief and indignation.

He picked up the wine jug and gulped it down in a sullen voice.

Fine wine may go down, but it cannot dispel my sorrow.

A myriad of emotions weighed on my heart.

He understood one thing: if he didn't speak up now, he would miss his chance.

"I think Huang Quan is too arrogant; it's not a good place for him to go."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wanyu slowly put down the tea canister in her hand, looking surprised: "It's alright. I saw that his attitude towards my father was okay. Besides, he has achieved so much at such a young age, and with so many people surrounding him in the Heavenly Demon Sect, I don't find it strange."

Liang Feifan was one of the few Jiang family members whose attitude had not changed after she lost all her cultivation, so she didn't mind explaining a few words to him.

"You don't object to this marriage?"

Seeing Jiang Wanyu speak up for the other party, the resentment in his eyes intensified, like a dormant volcano that could erupt at any moment.

"Are you taking his side?"

Jiang Wanyu was unsure where the other party's anger came from, but she still patiently explained, "It's an arranged marriage, and I have nothing to object to. It's all up to my father to decide."

Liang Feifan had never seen such a display of power before.

He didn't understand that girls are all two-faced creatures.

What does it mean that everything is decided by the father?

It clearly says "Satisfied" in both horizontal and vertical strokes.

Otherwise, it would be: the daughter would rather die than stay by her father's side.

"I'm not going to talk to you anymore, the tea will get cold and won't taste fresh."

Liang Feifan's face was flushed red with defiance, and several blue veins could be vaguely seen spreading across his face. His eyes flashed with a bewitching black flame.

"It's all up to Father... I understand! It's just the Heavenly Demon Sect abusing their power! Forcing Wan Yu to marry someone she doesn't like, what do I have to fear for her happiness?"

……

“Nephew, what do you think? Should the wedding banquet be held at the Heavenly Demon Sect or at the Jiang family? Or perhaps one should be held before and one after the other?”

Jiang Wuque continued to probe, feeling that the problem wasn't too big. Although the situation was complex, his name contained the character "Jiang," so he wasn't afraid of the depths and could handle the situation.

Huang Quan pretended not to understand, looked around and played with the teacup in his hand: "Wan Yu's tea ceremony is not good. This tea is too weak."

"Hehe, my daughter is pampered and can't do these rough jobs. This is her first time making tea. It's normal that she's not very skilled since it's being tasted by my nephew."

Unbeknownst to Liang Feifan, Jiang Wuque's words stung him. He straightened up and stood in front of the pavilion, saying, "The smell of wine has become too strong, the tea too weak, and you refuse to answer any questions. May I ask, the renowned Holy Son of the Yellow Springs, are you here to cause trouble for our Jiang family? If you don't want to marry Wan Yu, I will!"

The bold words echoed in the air.

Jiang Wuque felt a chill run through him.

We had rehearsed several times the possible unexpected scenarios and rescue measures, and we thought everything was foolproof.

Why did we miss this one?

Why didn't I realize before that Liang Feifan had feelings for Jiang Wanyu?

His square face, scarred by a knife, contorted with a menacing expression. He stared coldly at Liang Feifan, warning him not to continue spouting nonsense, or else he would be ruthless.

Liang Feifan, a wealthy woman from a respectable family, was adopted by the Jiang family and was not, strictly speaking, a member of the Jiang family, nor could she represent them.

But does Huang Quan know?

He didn't know.

"Is this an after-tea activity arranged by the Jiang family head? Or is it Miss Jiang's idea?"

With a thud, Jiang Wuque's heart sank to the bottom.

Head of the Jiang family? Miss Jiang?

They were calling it "evening fishing" earlier, so the reason for changing their tune now is all too obvious!

Anger isn't always written on your face.

he.

The Holy Son of the Underworld.

I'm angry.

Jiang Wuque desperately tried to signal to the elders to quickly send the people away.

The white-haired elder was the first to react, leaping into the air and grabbing Liang Feifan's lifeline.

A black flame flashed in Liang Feifan's eyes, and he effortlessly blasted away the white-haired elder of the third realm.

He remained neither humble nor arrogant: "Jiang Wuque, what do you mean? Selling your daughter for personal gain? Your Jiang family may fear the Heavenly Demon Sect, but my Ancient Good Family has no such fear!"

Upon hearing this, all the elders present could see the truth.

This is extraordinary; he's clearly planning to cause trouble at this crucial moment!

“Liang Feifan, are you sick? It’s one thing to yell at my ‘fiancé’, but you also have no respect for my father at all.”

Jiang Wanyu finally recovered from her shock and revealed an incredulous expression.

What the hell is this guy doing?

Did you recently damage your brain?

Just when everything seemed to be going well, he appeared and flipped the table?