[What's the point of doing this?]
"Just trying it out, don't expect too much. Consider it a casual move. After all, what I'm sacrificing is insignificant. Learn to be at ease like me."
Saying that, he bid farewell to the profusely grateful old cripple.
He passed the corner.
Jiang Wuque had been eagerly waiting at the Jiang family's gate.
Seeing Huang Quan's figure, he quickly stepped forward and bowed.
"Nephew, you're here? I've heard of the unparalleled talent and extraordinary talent of the Saint Son of Heavenly Demon Sect. I never expected that upon meeting today, you would surpass my imagination and truly be a talented individual."
With numerous flatteries, Jiang Wuque tried to use his eloquent words to bridge the gap between them.
"When you were just a seven-year-old child, you've already become famous throughout the world, but I have grown old. Time doesn't spare anyone, does it?"
While speaking, he secretly assessed the other person, making his own evaluation in a short period of time.
Unparalleled talent and extraordinary talent, perfectly matching the rumors.
There are no unremarkable individuals beneath a great reputation.
However, this cold and indifferent personality...
It didn't quite match with Jiang Wanyu.
But it didn't matter, they could adapt and get along.
Unconsciously, he had already taken on the role of a father-in-law.
"Li Fangfan, guide Huang Quan ahead, I'll go call Wanyu and let the young couple meet."
Jiang Wuque mostly understood the other party's intention, but as long as Huang Quan didn't speak up, he had to continue the charade, right? Otherwise, wouldn't it be the Jiang family denying the engagement?
At the same time, he harbored a trace of hope.
What if?
"My stubborn girl is busy in her room, trying to leave a good impression on you."
Jiang Wuque said so, but he was feeling anxious deep down.
At such a critical moment, he went out for breakfast. Was the Jiang family mistreating her, depriving her of food? Don't they understand the urgency of the situation?
But she is his daughter after all.
He could only reluctantly accept the situation, pretending to be an old man climbing over the wall while secretly looking for someone.
Then, he saw a small head peeking out from the corner.
Their eyes met, but the head quickly disappeared out of sight.
He was infuriated and immediately turned around, bypassing Huang Quan's line of sight.
Disregarding his identity, he directly performed the act of "an old man crossing the wall" in an attempt to catch the person!
...
"I am Liang Feifan. I have long admired the esteemed senior brother of the Demonic Heaven Sect. It is my honor to meet you today," said the young man who had been named by Jiang Wuque, mustering up his courage.
[Hey, Yutuo, I have deduced through divination that this person holds significant influence in the future 'Jiang Pavilion' of the Jiang family. Jiang Wanyu occupies 60% while he holds 30%. He also carries a certain destiny, although not to the extent of being unkillable. But you still need to be cautious in your actions.]
"Ah."
Huang Quan responded, indicating that he had heard.
He ignored Liang Feifan's flattery, keeping his gaze straight ahead, and calmly walked past him towards the interior of the Jiang family estate.
"Huang Quan, you truly have no regard for others and reason!" A flame of anger ignited within Liang Feifan, but he quickly suppressed it forcefully.
[Hey, Yutuo, what are you up to now?]
"Deciphering the mysteries, Anran. You can see the past and future clearly, but you can't see the terrifying nature of human hearts..."
...
At a lakeside pavilion in the Jiang family estate, a white-haired elder dressed in the Jiang family robes spoke, "I heard that the Young Master of the Demonic Heaven Sect recently rejected twenty-two marriage proposals, whether it is dissatisfaction with the sect's arranged marriages or his own preferences, we need to understand that the one who comes is not benevolent."
The corpulent second elder continued, "I heard that the Young Master of the Demonic Heaven Sect has a peculiar personality and is not easy to communicate with. Now that Jiang Wanyu has lost all her cultivation, we should give up on the marriage contract. I can't even imagine what will happen. It's better for us to find a way to protect the Jiang family from the anger that may come."
This instantly provoked the anger of the fourth elder, a female elder, who exclaimed, "What do you mean? Have none of you considered Jiang Wanyu? She may have lost her cultivation, but she is someone we have watched grow up. Are we just going to abandon her because of her lost power? Do you see women as nothing more than objects for trading benefits?"
As the fourth elder scolded the others, both the white-haired elder and the corpulent second elder looked downcast, falling into silence.
Finally, it was the white-haired elder who spoke with a complex tone, "Weakness is the original sin."
At that very moment, Jiang Wuque, carrying Jiang Wanyu over the wall like a little chick, coincidentally overheard their entire conversation.
"Weakness is the original sin," Jiang Wanyu repeated in her mind, clenching her fists.
But in the next moment, as she looked at Huang Quan approaching, another voice emerged in her heart.
A smile involuntarily appeared on the corners of her mouth.
No, he's not that kind of person.
"Jiang Wanyu?" Huang Quan slowly examined the 'fiancée' before him.
With her delicate porcelain-like skin, pale and smooth, and a slender figure without a trace of excess fat, she exuded an innocent and tender charm from head to toe. Her flawless milky-white body seemed to have stepped out of a painting.
Her silver-white hair scattered due to the loss of vitality, and her pair of crimson eyes were also scrutinizing him.
"Huang Quan..."
With just one glance, Jiang Wanyu could feel a subtle pressure emanating from him.
It wasn't a suppression of strength but rather a suppression originating from the soul and the level of life.
Looking at her 'fiancé,' she remained calm on the surface but her heart burned with heat. "Yes, I, Jiang Wanyu, should be the only one in the Jiang family with that name."
She had protested before, questioning why the elders had the right to arbitrarily decide the marriage of the younger generation. If they had the ability, why didn't they marry themselves?
Now, thinking about it, it's not so bad.
Huang Quan behaved as if he were in his own home, without any sense of being a guest. He casually sat down in an empty spot in the pavilion, picked up a wine jug, and poured himself a small cup.
"Do you understand why I'm here?" Even though the seat itself had been reserved for him.
"Well..."
They dared not speak such words casually. It had to be done by the main person.
"Nephew, would you like to take a look at your fiancée before the wedding?" They were hinting at that.
Huang Quan didn't argue. "I'm not interested in her cultivation level. It doesn't matter to me whether she is stronger or weaker. Besides, I have a bit of a cognitive issue. First, second, third, fourth, fifth realms—I can't see any difference. It doesn't even count as a small goal."
Jiang Wuque, Jiang Wan Yu, and the elders all brightened up.
It seemed to be true!
Considering the rumors about his eccentric personality, it was indeed possible!
Jiang Wuque rubbed his hands and quickly flattered, "Indeed, indeed, for my esteemed nephew, a small goal should at least be in the sixth realm!"
"Too small, too limited. I have set a small goal for myself to reach the Eight Realms of Mountains and Seas next year."
Seeing the awkward yet polite smiles around him, the young man downed a cup of wine. "What? Is it too difficult? Then let's go for something moderate."
[What the hell, are you seeking death? I can sense the fluctuations of divine consciousness in that girl's ring, and it's at least ten times stronger than yours. I'm ready to take your life at any time, you idiot.]
"Anran, your linguistic skills might not be great, but you sure know how to curse. With your words, I feel reassured."
"This wine is too strong. Can I have a cup of tea instead? Liang Feifan."
Huang Quan chuckled lightly and said to one of the young men who were ready outside the pavilion.
"My name is Liang Feifan."
Liang Feifan continued to meet Huang Quan's gaze without showing any servility.
There was a slight difference in pronunciation between 'Liang' and 'Liang' in this continent, making it easy to distinguish.
"Oh, sorry. I don't bother remembering the names of those who have been left behind by me, just a group of mediocrities who follow my back until they disappear, without exception."
Liang Feifan heard Huang Quan's explanation, and his anger diminished by half.
In the next moment, he dug his nails into his palm, causing fresh blood to flow, but he couldn't feel any pain.
"Never mind, Liang Feifan seems unwilling. How about you, Wan Yu? Can you make a cup of tea for me?"