Chapter 156: Yang Ruolin

Yu Tianyun's mind raced; after a brief thought, he decided a threefold refusal and concession was still necessary. After all, in front of Bai Chenxiang, he certainly couldn't foolishly agree outright.

He cleared his throat, forced an extremely helpless expression onto his face, and slowly said, "Chief Yang, could we change the condition? This condition is truly hard for a junior like me to accept."

Yang Wudi's weathered face was now full of resolve, and without hesitation he shouted, "No. Unless you accept this marriage, you must leave. This fragrant, delicate celestial treasure is something I will absolutely not take."

Yu Tianyun remained silent for the moment, his brows tightly knit and his displeased expression deepening, but his gaze subtly gestured toward Bai Chenxiang and Bai He.

Having roamed the Soul Master World for decades, Yang Wudi, though always immersed in pill refining and spear training, understood human affairs well and instantly grasped Yu Tianyun's meaning. He snorted inwardly, "That cunning little brat took all the benefits; now I have to play the villain!"

Yu Tianyun's idea was actually simple: as long as Yang Wudi can handle this grandparent‑grandchild pair, he has nothing to worry about.

After all, he has already accepted a marriage with the Sensitive One Clan; compared to the higher‑valued, more influential Breaking Clan, he has even less reason to refuse.

As for the appearance of Yang Wudi's granddaughter, he wasn't particularly worried.

Generally speaking, female Soul Masters aren't unattractive; soul power acts like the finest beauty elixirs and cosmetics, nourishing one's looks.

Moreover, a Soul Master's spouse is often also a Soul Master, especially in prominent families, so their offspring's looks are usually not lacking.

Of course, unless one is heavily affected by a martial soul, such as members of the Elephant Shell Sect, both men and women are covered in flesh, stout, and intimidating.

But the Yang Clan's weapon martial soul is the Soul‑Breaking Gun, so such negative effects are impossible.

However, if Yang Wudi's granddaughter truly exceeds his expectations, he could refuse, since he hasn't formally stated his stance yet.

Yu Tianyun is now taking it easy, calmly accepting the numerous marriage alliances; after all, his abilities are strong enough to enjoy this collective blessing, and it's a mutually beneficial arrangement.

But having him voluntarily nod in agreement is impossible; appearing too eager would damage his image before the women, so he must create the impression that "I'm not acting on my own; they forced me, for the sake of the clan, with no other choice."

In any case, he can't play the villain's role.

For example, when the marriage with Ning Rongrong was arranged, the villain role was taken by Ning Fengzhi; when the marriage with Bai Chenxiang was arranged, the villain was Bai He.

Now, the villain role naturally falls to Yang Wudi.

Yang Wudi ignored the nearby Bai He, thinking to himself, "If Bai He can do it, why can't I, Yang Wudi? Good brothers share fortunes, and the grandson‑in‑law should get half too!"

But seeing Bai Chenxiang's mournful, pitiful eyes and delicate appearance, Yang Wudi couldn't help feeling a bit guilty; an embarrassed hue spread across his face as he leaned beside her, his voice tight, and said:

"Xiangxiang, Grandpa Yang knows this is somewhat unfair to you, but you must understand that Yu Tianyun will surely have many women around him. If you want a stable position by his side without being bullied, don't you need a helper?"

"Xiangxiang, the women around Yu Tianyun are certainly exceptionally talented geniuses, and their strength is certainly not weak. If they bully you, with your current power you might not be able to fight back; what then?"

"And your sister Ruolin is fierce in fights and close to you; with her backing you, won't anyone dare to bully you easily?"

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At first, Bai Chenxiang felt rather displeased, pursing her little mouth and furrowing her delicate brows. Yet under Yang Wudi's patient, one‑by‑one persuasion, she suddenly thought there was some sense to it.

She had long known that Yu Tianyun had many women; Yu himself possessed extraordinary talent and dazzling brilliance, so the women around him were surely not ordinary. As a pure Sensitive‑type Soul Master, her combat power was only slightly stronger than that of support‑type Soul Masters, and she could never compare with other battle Soul Masters.

Having another helper seemed quite good; thinking of Yang Ruolin's terrifying combat power and her bold, straightforward personality, and the deep bond from playing together since childhood, perhaps both marrying Yu Tianyun would indeed be a fine plan, and they could share the burden… At this thought, Bai Chenxiang's cheeks flushed like ripe apples. She glanced secretly at Yu Tianyun; although she had only tasted the world last night, as a Soul Master she was relatively mature. She knew her small frame couldn't withstand Yu Tianyun's massive tyrannosaur, and Yang Ruolin would surely help shoulder much of the pressure.

Thus, she lowered her head, her voice shy and as faint as a mosquito, and said, "Grandpa Yang, I don't mind becoming sisters with Ruolin."

Yang Wudi was overjoyed at the words, thinking to himself, "Finally I've secured this little girl."

Nearby, Bai He had long seen that Yang Wudi was coaxing his own granddaughter, but he didn't actually oppose it. Binding the two families together through a marriage with the Lan Dian Ba Wang Sect only benefits the Bai family, granting them greater attention, and after all, "good water doesn't flow to outsiders."

Earlier, his heated exchange with Yang Wudi was merely to look after his granddaughter's feelings; now that his granddaughter has agreed, he naturally won't say anything further.

Yang Wudi laughed heartily, then turned to Yu Tianyun and shouted, "Xiangxiang has already agreed; this marriage is settled!"

Yu Tianyun felt a private joy, but his persona had to be maintained, so with a sour expression he said, "Chief Yang, the junior hasn't even met your granddaughter yet, nor knows if she agrees; is this hasty decision a bit rash?"

Yang Wudi looked at Yu Tianyun with a contemptuous face, muttering inwardly, "You little scoundrel, you take all the benefits while I keep playing the villain!"

He then snorted coldly, his tone no longer courteous, with a hint of urgency, saying, "Yu kid, stop pretending; Xiangxiang has already agreed, what else is there to worry about? My granddaughter is also graceful and will surely satisfy you. I'll bring her over right now for you to see!"

After a short while, Yang Wudi led a tall woman over. She stood about 1.85 meters, dressed in a sleek black outfit, her high ponytail tied at the back, looking clean and sharp, exuding a dashing aura. Her face was a classic oval shape, with smooth, graceful lines, a slightly pointed chin adding a touch of charm. Yet her delicate features were now tightly drawn, her expression as cold as frost, her eyes resolute yet hinting at unwillingness and stubbornness.

Upon entering, her sharp gaze fixed directly on Yu Tianyun as if to see through him; simultaneously, her hands involuntarily clenched slightly, knuckles whitening, her body leaning forward, a ready‑to‑pounce stance, as if prepared to challenge Yu Tianyun at any moment.

Yu Tianyun felt uneasy under her sudden stare, muttering to himself, "She seems hard to get along with! Yet, no matter how fiery her temper, can she still surpass the mother tyrannosaur?"

Seeing this, Yang Wudi quickly cleared his throat and said, "Ruolin, you must not be rude!"

Yang Ruolin snorted coldly, turned her head toward Yang Wudi, and said with a hint of indignation, "Grandpa, you want me to marry him, unless he can defeat me!"

Speaking, she again fixed her gaze on Yu Tianyun, provocatively shouting, "You pretty boy, dare you spar with me?"

Yu Tianyun raised an eyebrow; it was the first time anyone called him "pretty boy." He felt somewhat insulted—he was far more formidable than a pretty boy; a pretty boy lives off others, while he tackles hard dishes. A surge of competitive spirit rose within him; stepping forward, chest out, he declared loudly, "Yu Tianyun, martial soul Blue Electric Tyrannosaur, 64th‑level War Soul Emperor!"

As he spoke, electric light flashed around him, summoning his martial soul; six optimally matched soul rings materialized one by one, a dragon aura spreading toward Yang Ruolin, instantly making her lose balance and sway.

Yang Ruolin quickly summoned her martial soul Soul‑Breaking Gun, thrust it forcefully into the ground, gripping it tightly to steady herself; three soul rings—yellow, yellow, and purple—appeared on the gun's barrel, flashing.

She widened her eyes, her face full of disbelief, her tiny cherry‑like mouth slightly open, clearly because Yang Wudi hadn't explained Yu Tianyun's cultivation level beforehand.

Yang Ruolin turned her head toward Yang Wudi, a look of lingering sorrow on her face, her gaze seeming to say, "You old man, why didn't you tell me earlier that he's a Soul Emperor? How am I supposed to fight him?"

Yang Wudi spread his hands, showing helplessness; he had intended to explain, but his granddaughter is hot‑tempered—upon hearing she was to be married to Yu Tianyun, she rushed forward without a word. He was also helpless, having no time to speak.

Yu Tianyun looked at the struggling Yang Ruolin, who could barely stand upright, a slight smile curling his lips, and teasingly said, "Still want to fight?"

Yang Ruolin was now in a bind; conceding before the match felt too shameful, she clenched her silver teeth on her red lips, paused, then lifted her head, feigning resolve, and said, "Fight! Even if you're a Soul Emperor, what of it? I, Yang Ruolin, won't surrender easily!"

Having spoken, she summoned strong soul power, gripped her Soul‑Breaking Gun, let out a sharp shout, and lunged at Yu Tianyun.

(End of Chapter)