"Wan Yu, are you really getting married... I'm very sad, very sad."
Using the excuse of helping, Liang Feifan followed along and watched the busy figure, his face filled with grief and anger.
He picked up the wine pot and poured it down with a gloomy expression.
The fine wine entered his throat but couldn't dispel his sorrow.
Countless flavors weighed heavily on his heart.
He understood one thing—if he didn't say it now, he would miss the chance.
"I think Huang Quan is too arrogant and not a good match."
Upon hearing Liang Feifan's words, Jiang Wan Yu slowly put down the tea canister in her hand, looking surprised. "Well, he's fine. I've seen how he treats my father. Besides, with his achievements at such a young age and the support he receives within the Demon Sect, I don't find it strange."
Liang Feifan was one of the few Jiang family members whose attitude had not changed after her cultivation was lost. She didn't mind explaining a few things to him.
"You don't oppose this marriage?"
Seeing Jiang Wan Yu speaking in favor of the other party, his displeasure intensified, like a dormant volcano that could erupt at any moment.
"Are you speaking up for him?"
Jiang Wan Yu didn't understand where his anger was coming from and patiently explained, "It's my parents' decision, the words of the matchmaker. I don't have anything to oppose. It's entirely up to my father."
Where had Liang Feifan seen such an overbearing attitude?
He also didn't understand that girls were creatures whose words and thoughts didn't always align.
What do you mean it's entirely up to my father?
Clearly written: Satisfied.
Otherwise, it would be: I only want to accompany my father, not marry anyone.
"I won't talk to you anymore. The tea has gone cold, and it doesn't taste fresh anymore."
Liang Feifan's face flushed with defiance, and faintly visible veins spread, his eyes flashing with a bewitching black flame.
"It's entirely up to my father... I understand now! It's just the Demon Sect using its power to bully others! For the sake of Wan Yu's happiness, what do I have to fear?"
...
"Nephew, let me ask you, should the wedding banquet be held at the Demon Sect or at the Jiang family? Or should we have one at each location, before and after?"
Jiang Wuque continued to probe, feeling that the problem wasn't too big. Despite the deep waters here, his name contained "Jiang," so he wasn't afraid of deep waters and could handle it.
Huang Quan pretended not to understand, glanced at him, and toyed with the teacup in his hand. "Wan Yu's tea-making skills are lacking, and the taste of this tea is weak."
"Hehe, as a pampered young lady, she can't handle these rough tasks. Brewing tea is her first time, so it's normal to be inexperienced when being tasted by an esteemed nephew."
Liang Feifan, who was unable to tolerate being ignored, stood up straight and blocked the pavilion. "You complain about the wine being too strong, then say the
tea tastes weak. No matter what we ask, you refuse to answer. Tell me, the famous Huang Quan Saint, did you come to our Jiang family just to find faults? If you don't want to marry Wan Yu, then I will!"
His bold words echoed in the air.
Jiang Wuque's heart sank as he heard it.
He thought he had considered and rehearsed all possible unexpected scenarios and rescue measures, thinking that nothing could go wrong.
Yet, he overlooked this person?
Why hadn't he noticed Liang Feifan's interest in Jiang Wan Yu before?
With a scar on his face, Jiang Wuque's square face turned somewhat fierce. With a cold gaze, he stared at Liang Feifan, warning him not to continue speaking nonsense, or else he wouldn't be polite.
Liang Feifan, a fostered child from the prosperous Liang family staying in the Jiang family, strictly speaking, wasn't part of the Jiang family and didn't represent them.
But did Huang Quan know that?
He didn't.
"Is this a tea entertainment arranged by the Jiang family? Or is it Miss Jiang's idea?"
With a thud, Jiang Wuque's heart sank to the bottom.
Jiang family head? Miss Jiang?
They had just mentioned Wan Yu, and now they changed their words so obviously!
Anger doesn't always show on one's face.
But he, Huang Quan, the Saint Son of Huang Quan, was angry.
Jiang Wuque desperately made eye contact with several elders, signaling them to quickly remove this person.
The white-haired elder was the first to react and flew up, about to clamp down on Liang Feifan's lifeline.
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Good, Extraordinary eyes flashed with black flames, effortlessly shaking off the white-haired elder of the Three Realms.
He remained composed and said, "Jiang Wuque, what do you mean by this? Selling women for glory? Your Jiang family may fear the Heavenly Demon Sect, but the ancient Liang family does not!"
As soon as these words were spoken, all the elders present could see through his intentions.
This Liang Feifan clearly intended to cause trouble at this critical moment!
"Liang Feifan, have you lost your mind? Shouting and yelling about my 'fiancé' is bad enough, but you show no respect for my father."
Jiang Wanyu finally recovered from her shock and wore a perplexed expression.
What is this person doing?
Did he hit his head recently or something?
Just when everything seemed to be going well, he shows up and stirs up trouble?
"W- Fiancé? Wanyu, if you're being coerced, just blink! I am a member of the ancient Liang family, unafraid of the Heavenly Demon Sect!"
Coincidentally, Jiang Wanyu blinked lightly due to dry eyes.
Immediately, Liang Feifan became more excited than if he had taken some sort of drug. "It's true, it's true!"
[Huang Quan... What's going on?]
Anran, who had been silently observing, couldn't help but exclaim.
It's unbelievable!
She was horrified to find that the fortunes of both Liang Feifan and Jiang Wanyu were rapidly canceling each other out and decreasing at a terrifying speed.
This was something she had never seen in her countless millions of years of effort! She temporarily forgot to use Yutuo to make sarcastic remarks.
"Doesn't it seem a bit... simple? Using magic to defeat magic, using someone with higher fortune as the 'protagonist' to attack someone with lower fortune, what do you think the result will be?"
"Besides, you said that the future 'Jiang Ge' will have one person occupying six and one person occupying three. There are only two possible relationships: either an admirer taking advantage of the situation or a trusted subordinate. Regardless of the outcome, I'll never lose."
[Meow! Meow! It's feasible, feasible. Who knows, you might really be able to kill the Son of Fortune. I can't believe I thought you were just bragging!]
"So you're basically using me as a sacrificial pawn???" [Trying it out, don't expect too much. Just consider it a casual move. After all, I've made negligible effort. Yutuo, I'm learning from you.]
"?"
While Huang Quan and Anran were conversing, Liang Feifan struck with a profound-level spell, ready to teach the arrogant and disrespectful person in front of him a lesson.
However, the four elders quickly stopped him. If Huang Quan personally took action, the Jiang family would be in big trouble!
Liang Feifan shouted, "It's you again! Back then, when Wanyu and I were childhood sweethearts, you forcefully separated us, saying that Wanyu had an engagement and it was not suitable. How much benefit did the Heavenly Demon Sect promise you to make you sell your soul for him?"
"Childhood sweethearts? Innocent and carefree?" Huang Quan's tone was extremely calm, but the sarcasm in his words was very clear. "A-Qi, Ink and Paper."
At the sound of "A-Qi," Gu Qici once again fell deep into memories, unable to extricate herself.
"Gu Qici?"
After a long while, when she heard the second prompt, she hastily took out the prepared ink and paper from her storage ring.
Huang Quan gave her a strange look and then withdrew his gaze. He controlled the ink with his spiritual power, and the words flowed like a dragon: "Today, I am intruding upon the two of you during this pleasant time. Miss Jiang, please accept this letter."
Jiang Wanyu looked at the letter that flew into her hand, as well as the triumphant Liang Feifan's smug expression, and she was almost going crazy.
You two??
"Liang Feifan, what do you mean by this? Go to hell!! Who was childhood sweethearts with you? Back then, I used a wooden sword to look for someone to spar with and hit you on the head twice, then I was dragged away by the four elders and told to stay away from you."
"And didn't you ask me to meet you at midnight?"
Huang Quan, unafraid of making things worse, spoke with a sinister tone, "Oh?"
At the same time, he silently thought, "Fight for me, Jiang Wanyu, and become the sword in my hand."
When Huang Quan was at the door, he noticed that Liang Feifan was looking at him with a hostile gaze.
With a sharp blade in his possession, his murderous intent surged.
Even though he had Anran's promise.
But he found that Anran's gaze wasn't always fixed on him. He was afraid of dying, afraid that one day an enemy would be too terrifying and not give him a chance to cry out, "Anran, save me."
Decision—his turn! The first strike! Launch a powerful attack!