Chapter 178: Getting a Marriage Certificate Would Be Best

When he opened his Heavenly Eye to look inside, he was shocked to find that the meridians in his arms were as translucent and lustrous as thousand-year-old amber, and every meridian was shining with a starlight-like luster.

The reflection in the mirror was even more shocking; his entire body seemed to be carved from top-quality mutton-fat jade, with seven-colored rays of light flowing between his skin and muscles.

Lin Yu touched his chest with his fingertips, feeling the thick True Qi congested like an iron plate in his meridians, and suddenly remembered the records in the ancient scrolls: "Those whose Qi is as full as the sea should use their body as a cauldron to burn their essence and shatter their bones."

He immediately assumed the Hunyuan Stake, attempting to trigger the ocean-like sea of Qi within his body.

Three hours passed, and the sweat had soaked a human-shaped water stain on the floor, but he had still failed to break through the critical point. However, the feeling of sluggishness throughout his body had mostly subsided.

"Xiao Yu, open the door!" The sound of his Third Aunt Wu Shuping knocking interrupted his practice.

The old woman carried a medicine bowl and chattered: "Cultivation cannot be rushed; your Sixth Uncle specifically asked me to watch you recuperate..." Before the words were finished, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground suddenly came from the backyard.

Liu Jinyong was slumped in the grand master's chair, his collar stained with dark red blood, every cough shaking the wooden chair until it creaked.

"Pack your things; leave the manor tonight."

The old man managed to raise his hand and throw a jade tablet, and the bluestone floor was immediately smashed into spiderweb cracks, "The Mountain-Protecting Array... cannot hold out past the Hour of the Rat."

Liu Jinyong coughed violently while supporting the door frame, his knuckles turning pale: "This injury is too severe; Old Zhang and I must seal the mountain and go into seclusion... Without three or five years, I'm afraid we won't be able to recover."

He suddenly choked out a mouthful of blood foam, "Go quickly, this breath of True Qi of mine is about to dissipate."

Lin Yu's pupils shrank. The Night Wanderer left by Master Xuanyuan had turned into dust, and his two mentors had been forced to the point of exhaustion. He clenched his fists and looked toward the alley entrance, where the broken blade of Gongsan Pingbalang was still stuck in the blue bricks.

"It's good to be alive." Wu Shuping patted his back lightly. The moment the three of them stepped out of Maiyi Lane, waist-high mugwort suddenly spread behind them, and spiderwebs sealed the mottled door lintel.

Third Aunt sighed while twisting her prayer beads: "Great hiding is like clumsiness; these two old things are quite clear-headed."

"The Yin Soldier Tiger Tally!" Lin Yu suddenly realized. Wu Shuping had already lifted the curtain of the Zhongcao Hall: "It has been returned to its owner. As for you, you've turned the Genyue Courtyard upside down..."

Sandalwood incense mixed with the scent of medicine rushed toward them. The teacup on the Eight Immortals table was still steaming, but the purple bamboo in the corner of the courtyard suddenly rustled.

"Lin Yu must have died outside." Jiang Wenfeng dragged Zhang Yuru in, his python-patterned suit rubbing against the threshold, "Is living as a widow interesting?" Before the words were finished, Tang Yiyan flashed to block in front of Lin Yu, her red agate earrings shaking out a cold glint: "Does Young Master Jiang not want his tongue anymore?"

Zhang Yuru's Chanel coat brushed against the medicine cabinet, her fingernails digging deeply into her palms: "Miss Tang has good methods, still acting like a tag-along after all these years." She suddenly saw the blood-seeping bandage on Lin Yu's neck, her voice trembling: "I heard a mountain collapsed in the Seventh District..."

"President Zhang, you've gone to great trouble." Lin Yu stroked the copper toad on the case, "If you've seen enough, please go back."

Jiang Wenfeng suddenly threw a black card onto the diagnostic table, his crocodile-skin shoes crushing a few pieces of Angelica: "Kneel and apologize to Zhang Yuru, otherwise..." A cold glint appeared, and Tang Yiyan's Miao saber was already pressing against his throat.

"Go to a mental hospital if you want to go crazy!" Zhang Yuru grabbed her Hermès bag and threw it at Jiang Wenfeng, the metal buckle of the platinum bag leaving a bloody mark on the man's forehead. As she turned, her Dior sunglasses slid off, and tears splashed onto the dust-covered "Miraculous Hand Rejuvenates" plaque.

Jiang Wenfeng stared at Lin Yu with a sinister look, his knuckles clicking. In the distance, just as Zhang Yuru's back disappeared at the street corner, Old Lady Wu's aged voice suddenly intervened: "People have already walked far away, aren't you going to chase?"

"Old thing, you're looking for death!" Jiang Wenfeng turned suddenly, the pressure of a Land Immortal making his hair fly. Before the words were finished, the crisp sound of a slap exploded in the shop.

The air suddenly froze. Jiang Wenfeng clutched his burning left cheek, looking at the hunched old woman in front of him in disbelief.

He was a Land Immortal who could split mountains and break rivers! The moment his right hand swung out, it felt like hitting a copper wall and iron barrier.

Slap! An even heavier slap made his ears buzz, and his back molars loosened slightly. Tang Yiyan had already supported Lin Yu and walked toward the inner courtyard, as if she had expected this outcome long ago.

"Old immortal!" Jiang Wenfeng laughed out of extreme anger, golden light surging behind his head, and the entire Miao Street trembled under the pressure of the Immortal Crown. The airflow around him turned into substance, and the bluestone bricks on the ground cracked inch by inch.

Wu Shuping's third palm split the golden light, accurately dispersing the Immortal Essence he had gathered. Jiang Wenfeng staggered back and hit the door frame, terrified to find that the True Qi in his body was scurrying like boiling water.

"I am your great-great-grandmother!" Old Lady Wu kicked the door panel, the loud bang shaking Jiang Wenfeng to the center of the street. Seeing the Zhongcao Hall plaque for the last time through the door crack, he took out his phone while trembling.

"Great-grandfather, the only seedling of the Lin family." In the speeding carriage, Jiang Wenfeng listened to the sigh on the other end of the phone and suddenly laughed: "In other words, no one cares if I kill him now?"

The tires made a harsh sound on the bluestone road of Miao Street, and in the rearview mirror, the lanterns of Zhongcao Hall flickered in the twilight.

Jiang Taixu pondered for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Just about. If there's a chance, I want to get my hands on the Lin family's inheritance."

Jiang Wenfeng immediately replied: "Can you leave this to me to handle?"

"No!" Jiang Taixu's tone tightened, "It's not just us eyeing the Lin family; if we're not careful, we'll be benefiting outsiders."

"Understood, then I'll hang up first." Jiang Wenfeng was about to hang up when he was called by Jiang Taixu.

"You brat, when are you returning to Penglai? Have your injuries from the Thunder Tribulation healed completely?"

"I want to play in Huacheng for a while longer, besides..." Jiang Wenfeng's mouth hooked into a wicked smile, the sedan turning into the residential area where Zhang Yuru lived, "I recently ran into a top-grade cauldron, named Zhang Yuru. It's strange, my wounds heal much faster when I'm around her."

Jiang Taixu immediately became spirited: "Really? If you dual cultivate, wouldn't your cultivation advance by leaps and bounds."

"That's for sure, one day equals ten days, ten days equals ten thousand miles." Jiang Wenfeng carried the supermarket shopping bag toward the unit building.

"Hurry up and take her down and bring her back to Penglai, getting a marriage certificate would be best." Jiang Taixu laughed and scolded before hanging up, looking at the surging waves outside the Sanqing Hall, raising his cup to drink: "The Jiang family produces heroes generation after generation, the glory of Penglai depends on this era, haha!"

At this moment, Jiang Wenfeng was standing in front of Zhang Yuru's door with a gift box.

The moment the door opened, Zhang Yuru's face turned cold: "What are you here for?"

Jiang Wenfeng stuck his toe into the door crack: "To stand up for you! That bastard Lin Yu doesn't know what's good for him, why bother!"

This remark poked at Zhang Yuru's secret thoughts, and she turned sideways to let him into the room.

"I just bought some snacks and milk, it's not good to come empty-handed." He giggled and piled the bag onto the coffee table.

Zhang Yuru's tone softened slightly: "Jiang Wenfeng, I know your intentions, but I will remarry Lin Yu sooner or later."

"I have plenty of time to waste." He leaned back on the sofa, "Have you ever seen me dating during our four years of college?"

Zhang Yuru was stunned. Back then, this rich second generation was the dream lover of all the girls in the school, yet he had always maintained ambiguous rumors with her.

"Could it be that you did it for me?"

"Of course, I heard that when you got married, I didn't recover for a whole year." Jiang Wenfeng lied without changing his expression; heaven knows how many female companions he had changed back then. ===== CHAPTER 179 =====