Watching from the side, Yan Luo felt her heart itching.
Whether it was her battle intent being stirred or simply not wanting to see the two of them proceed so smoothly, at this moment, a strong idea sprouted in Yan Luo’s mind.
She wanted to take on Chen Yuyang.
No, that’s not right—she also wanted to step onto the field and spar with Chen Yuyang.
“Yuyang.”
Yan Luo immediately stepped forward and spoke with a hint of shyness.
“Um, I, I also have some new postures… oh no, techniques and ideas. Could we spar a bit? You can give me some pointers too?”
Chen Yuyang nodded slightly, calm about it.
“Of course.”
Then he glanced at Xuan Ke and said to her, “Your idea is very good, but there are still details that need adjustment. I’ll practice with Yan Luo first. Calm your heart on the side and summarize.”
Xuan Ke was originally dissatisfied.
Dissatisfied with Yan Luo’s sudden interruption.
But after hearing Chen Yuyang’s words, somehow she unconsciously nodded in agreement.
‘How strange. This kid is clearly two years younger than me, yet when facing him, I feel like I’m facing an old senior, unconsciously becoming obedient.’
Shaking her head, Xuan Ke cast aside that strange thought and stepped back to the side.
Having received permission, Yan Luo immediately stepped forward excitedly, a hint of secret delight in her eyes.
Yuyang agreed without hesitation—he really does have me in his heart.
Arriving at the center of the open space, Yan Luo drew the sword at her waist with a backhand.
The blade left the sheath with a crisp ringing sound.
Yan Luo slightly raised her sword, pointing it at Chen Yuyang.
“Draw your sword, Yuyang.”
Hearing this, Xuan Ke was suddenly startled.
What did she mean by “draw your sword”?
Wasn’t Chen Yuyang a body cultivator?
What sword was he drawing?
Before she could figure it out, Xuan Ke saw Chen Yuyang immediately produce a third-grade longsword.
Seeing this sword, Xuan Ke belatedly realized that when he defeated her brother Xuan Lei, that seemed to include one of his sword strikes…
‘Could it be that he was also a sword cultivator? No way. With his body already so outrageously strong, how could he also be a sword cultivator?’
As she thought, Xuan Ke’s heart involuntarily tightened, and her eyes stared unblinkingly at the arena.
Yan Luo stood with sword in hand, spiritual power surging around her.
Scorching sunfire rose from within her body, swirling around her, erupting in a wave of blazing heat.
Suddenly, Yan Luo gave a crisp shout, her figure like lightning as she stepped forward.
Her sword edge, with an unstoppable momentum, brought forth a blazing stream of fire and slashed toward Chen Yuyang.
Chen Yuyang still did not dodge or evade.
He turned his wrist, flipping the third-grade spirit tool longsword in a casual motion, yet it displayed an absolutely defensive posture, calmly parrying the flaming sword strikes one by one.
On the martial arena, sword light and flame intertwined.
Xuan Ke was dumbfounded.
And in the distance, there were two figures; two pairs of eyes locked tightly onto the arena.
“Fifteen years old, fourth-rank alchemist, Golden Core great perfection, has condensed Sword Intent, physical body as strong as Nascent Soul…”
Muttering, Xuan Ji couldn’t help but praise, “I would call him the number one prodigy of this generation.”
“Such a person—within the same realm, he can absolutely be invincible, and his future is even more limitless.”
Hearing Xuan Ji’s unreserved praise, Yan Dangmo beside him couldn’t help but reveal a hint of proud satisfaction, lifting his chin.
“I told you, how could someone I, the old man, set my eyes on be ordinary goods? Only he is worthy of my Luobo.”
At the same time, Yan Dangmo was also secretly pleased because he knew that Chen Yuyang’s level was even far beyond this.
This kid’s wealth of knowledge, his seasoned experience, and his accomplishments in formations were even more terrifying.
Sometimes Yan Dangmo couldn’t help but suspect that this kid might be a reincarnated great one with past-life memories.
But regardless of the truth, it didn’t matter.
The fact that this kid was excellent enough was an unchangeable truth.
Making him enter the Yan family was absolutely not a loss, that’s for sure.
Hearing this, Xuan Ji raised an eyebrow, a meaningful smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
“But he’s not yet your family’s son-in-law, is he?”
Yan Dangmo’s proud smile froze, and a sudden ominous premonition arose in his heart, his eyelid twitching.
Xuan Ji seemed not to notice Yan Dangmo’s change and continued stroking his beard with a smile.
“In my opinion, Ke’er and he are quite a good match.”
“Xuan Ji, you dare!”
Yan Dangmo’s furrowed brows shot up, his expression darkening, his voice suddenly rising.
“What’s there to dare or not dare?”
Xuan Ji waved his hand with a smile, his tone relaxed.
“Matters of young people’s feelings have always been about mutual consent—can’t force it, don’t you think, Dangmo?”
“I saw him first!” Yan Dangmo’s eyes bulged, his aura surging.
However, Xuan Ji’s momentum was not weak at all.
Though at the eighth level of Mahayana stage he was slightly inferior to Yan Dangmo, he was not far behind.
Xuan Ji chuckled lightly.
“You can’t use force in such matters, and there’s no reasoning that only your Yan family can recruit such a genius as a son-in-law while my Xuan family cannot.”
Yan Dangmo glared angrily but also felt helpless.
Xuan Ji’s words left him with no retort.
This matter really was that way.
He could use his status and strength to scare off some ordinary forces coveting Chen Yuyang.
But against the Xuan family, against Xuan Ji at the eighth level of Mahayana, he could do nothing.
The two families were evenly matched; neither could do anything to the other.
Seeing Yan Dangmo’s deflated expression, Xuan Ji couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
Actually, he didn’t really intend to fight Yan Dangmo over a son-in-law; it was just that he had been suppressed by this old fellow overtly and covertly his whole life, and now that he finally had a chance to make him unhappy, he naturally wanted to enjoy it.
Xuan Ji laughed enough, then cleared his throat and continued slowly.
“You want this kid to be your granddaughter’s husband, and I want this kid to be my granddaughter’s husband. Since that’s the case, you and I fighting over it will only hurt our harmony, and it’s not worth it. How about we let our descendants compete on their own merits?”
‘Compete on their own merits…’ Hearing this, Yan Dangmo’s scalp immediately tingled.
‘No! Although it currently seems that my own Luobo is closer to Chen Yuyang and has a better chance, who knows what tricks this guy has up his sleeve.’
“No way!”
Yan Dangmo refused outright without thinking, then steeled his heart and blurted, “To be honest, this kid and my Yan Luo have already had intimate contact, so there’s absolutely no way he’ll be given to your Xuan family!”
Xuan Ji gave a snort at this and mercilessly exposed.
“Stop talking nonsense. Intimate contact? Don’t I know you? If this kid had really done something to your granddaughter, given your temperament, you would have already tied him up and forced him to marry Yan Luo. Why would you still be waiting until now?”
Yan Dangmo blinked, his expression slightly frozen.
He didn’t refute, but cursed inwardly.
‘Damn it! This old bastard knows me too well. Can’t fool him.’
The air in the arena became stagnant for a moment.
The two fell silent simultaneously, turning their gazes back to the arena, their eyes now carrying a hint of complexity.
After a moment of silence, Xuan Ji spoke.
“You’re about to break through, aren’t you?”
Yan Dangmo’s body trembled almost imperceptibly, then returned to normal.
He replied in a low voice, “Mn. I can’t suppress it anymore. That barrier… at the shortest, one or two years, at the longest, no more than five years.”
“How much confidence do you have?”
Xuan Ji didn’t look at Yan Dangmo and continued asking.
Yan Dangmo gave a bitter smile, not saying a percentage, only shook his head.
“Not high.”
Hearing this, Xuan Ji sighed softly, a hint of emotion in his expression.
“Compared to you, I don’t know whether I’m lucky or unlucky. I don’t have your talent; in this life, I’ll only stop at the eighth level of Mahayana. But someone like me might be able to live longer than you. Reaching the Tribulation Transcendence stage and glimpsing the path to immortality is indeed the lifelong goal of countless cultivators, but the danger of that final step is truly a one-in-ten chance of survival.”
Yan Dangmo immediately shot him a glare and snorted crossly.
“Can’t you say something nice? You bastard, do you have to curse me?”
Waving his hand, Yan Dangmo’s expression turned serious.
“Anyway, this time I came to ask for a promise from you. Consider it as repaying the favor you owe me from before.”
“I agree.”
As soon as Yan Dangmo finished speaking, Xuan Ji answered with almost no hesitation.
Yan Dangmo was taken aback and said speechlessly, “I haven’t even said what it is yet!”
Xuan Ji stroked his beard and continued with a smile.
“You don’t have to say it—I know. You’re afraid that if you go… if something really happens to you, you’re afraid your precious granddaughter will be pushed out of the core or even persecuted, and you’re afraid your Yan family will decline.”
Yan Dangmo fell silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.
“So I agree to it.”
Xuan Ji’s voice became solemn.
“I promise that the Xuan family will not take the initiative to attack the Yan family, and I will also help your granddaughter stand firm. Of course, all of this has a time limit. After all, I can promise you this. But if your Yan family continues to weaken, the ambitious ones in my clan will eventually push me forward.”
He paused, then Xuan Ji announced a number.
“One hundred years. This is the limit of what I can promise. Within a hundred years, as long as the Yan family does not actively provoke the Xuan family, I guarantee the Yan family’s safety and your granddaughter’s safety.”
Listening, Yan Dangmo’s tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed.
He nodded repeatedly and said in a low voice, “Enough. One hundred years, that’s enough.”
One hundred years, barring accidents, is enough for Luobo to grow up and support the Yan family.
And before that, if that kid can marry Luobo and wholeheartedly join the Yan family, then he can be even more at ease.
In a hundred years, even if Luobo grows up, that kid will definitely have grown up too.