Chapter 178: Longevity: My Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Steady Chapter 178: Dongyu's Great Yue Dynasty, the Son-in-Law Is Like an

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Xu Zhangqing saw this and felt a mix of surprise and doubt, thinking to himself: "Something feels off."

Although the carriage was of a style from the mortal world.

But the horses were not ordinary horses.

The carriage was not an ordinary carriage either.

From top to bottom, inside and out, everything revealed that the owner of this carriage either had deep background or astonishing strength.

But... did such a person need an arranged meeting?

Feeling doubtful, Xu Zhangqing let the Big Leaf Grass land, then called out toward the inside: "Senior Brother Zhang!"

Not long after, the door opposite opened with a "creak," and Zhang Su quickly walked out from inside: "Aiya, my Junior Brother Xu, you've finally come."

When the other person drew near, Xu Zhangqing pointed at the Cloud-pattern Beast Carriage beside them and asked in a low voice: "Senior Brother, the owner of this carriage wouldn't be the travel tool of my arranged meeting partner, right?"

Zhang Su nodded vigorously and said excitedly: "Junior Brother, this time you're going to make it big."

"Really?" Xu Zhangqing suddenly felt some anticipation.

Zhang Su grabbed his hand and pulled him inside: "You've come all this way, let's go in and talk."

Half reluctant and half willing, Xu Zhangqing drew closer to the gate bit by bit, his heart beating violently with it, thumping like a drum, while his breathing also became hurried.

Soon, the two crossed the threshold and entered the house.

Before they even saw the person, they smelled the rich and noble scent of peonies.

Xu Zhangqing's gaze swept toward the chair opposite, where a mature woman was lazily leaning.

Her eyebrows were like two faded mountain ranges; they looked fine at first glance, but blurry upon closer inspection.

Her eye sockets were slightly sunken, and her eyeballs looked like glazed beads wrapped in mist.

The brown spots on either side of her nose bridge were barely covered by thick makeup powder.

Her figure was slightly plump, and she wore a moon-white brocade ruqun.

Her well-maintained skin showed a faint watery glow, but could not hide her slack jawline and the faintly visible wrinkles on her neck.

The fine lines at the corners of her eyes were cleverly concealed by her carefully drawn phoenix eyes.

Her hair was divided into two sections, each coiled into a ring-shaped bun, standing on either side of the top of her head.

A dazzling Gold Phoenix Hairpin was inserted in her hair.

Perhaps hearing movement at the door, she tilted her head, revealing eyes that were three parts curiosity, seven parts autumn waves, and ninety parts vicissitudes.

They say a woman at thirty is a golden brick; the woman before him was at least a golden mountain.

Xu Zhangqing only felt his mouth dry and tongue parched, and couldn't help but ask: "Senior Brother, why is our mother here?"

Senior Brother Zhang said with an embarrassed face: "This isn't my mother; this is your arranged meeting partner's mother."

"Ah?" Xu Zhangqing was stunned.

At this moment, the person inside came out upon hearing movement outside.

They were two women.

The leader was Zhang Su's Dao Companion Wu Xi'er.

The other woman looked to be in her thirties or forties.

She wore white cloud-pattern wide sleeves, wrapping a slightly thin and frail body.

Her eye sockets were deeply sunken.

Her gaze was quite sharp.

Her cheekbones were slightly protruding.

The corners of her mouth habitually turned downward.

Giving people a feeling of being sharp-tonghed and mean.

As soon as she came out, she sized Xu Zhangqing up and down with a scrutinizing gaze.

If she saw anything unsatisfactory, she unabashedly revealed a look of disdain.

Wu Xi'er greeted first, laughing lightly: "Junior Brother Xu, long time no see."

Xu Zhangqing recovered from his shock and nodded in response: "Senior Sister Wu, long time no see."

At this moment, Zhang Su made a meaningful glance toward Wu Xi'er opposite him; the latter understood immediately and hurriedly introduced: "These two beside me come from the Great Yue Dynasty in Dongyu; the older one is called Liu Futang, and the younger one is her third daughter, named Zhao Yingli."

Actually, one's identity and status can be seen from their temperament.

It's better not to mention Zhao Yingli.

Liu Futang exuded the luxurious temperament of a wealthy noble lady all over her body; she must have been a great beauty when young.

After she finished speaking, Zhang Su also followed up with the introduction: "This is my Junior Brother Xu, full name Xu Zhangqing; he has been at the Spirit Field Core for less than three years, and is now at the Foundation Establishment Stage, possessing not bad talent in planting."

Now, both sides had finished introductions.

But the atmosphere not only did not become lively, instead it instantly went cold.

Zhao Yingli's gaze was especially picky, and her attitude did not change much just because Xu Zhangqing was a Foundation Establishment Stage spirit farmer.

After all, by the time she came, she already knew the name and identity.

To be honest, if not for the identity of a Foundation Establishment Stage spirit farmer, she wouldn't even be willing to meet him.

As for Xu Zhangqing, upon learning that the arranged meeting partner was not this wealthy noble lady Liu Futang, he breathed a sigh of relief, yet also felt a bit of regret.

As for his first impression of Zhao Yingli, it was very bad.

Whether she was pretty or not didn't matter at all; the key was that her gaze was far too sharp.

She didn't look the least bit like she was here for a marriage meeting; she looked more like she was here to select goods.

Especially that undisguised look of disdain, which made Xu Changqing feel disgust in his heart even more.

At this moment, the wealthy noblewoman Liu Futang spoke up first, breaking this awkward cold silence, and said in a soft and gentle voice: "Since the people have already met, let's talk about each side's requirements."

Zhang Su asked curiously: "Right, Junior Brother Xu, what are your requirements?"

Xu Changqing didn't think highly of the other party at all, so he said expressionlessly: "I don't have any requirements."

Liu Futang glanced at her third daughter, saw that she wasn't saying a word, and feeling helpless in her heart, could only continue speaking herself: "Our requirements aren't high either; just provide spiritual plants and medicinal herbs for my daughter, and every month you will obtain one hundred middle-grade spirit stones."

Xu Changqing frowned, always feeling there was something off about these words, so he asked: "What do you mean?"

At this time, Zhao Yingli finally spoke, using a rather piercing sharp voice: "What else could it mean? Of course it means marrying into the family."

Upon hearing this, Xu Changqing couldn't help but look at Zhang Su beside him, who looked rather nervous: "Senior Brother, you didn't tell me about this before."

Not waiting for Zhang Su to open his mouth to explain, Wu Xi'er laughed dryly: "It was my fault; I didn't make it clear at that time. Junior Sister Zhao indeed wants to find a wood spirit root son-in-law who marries into the family."

Liu Futang nodded slightly and said: "My daughter's awakened fire spirit root; she is now a small-fame Alchemist in the Earth Fire District as well. If you become the son-in-law who marries in, not only can you obtain pills, but also gain stable spirit stones, and even more obtain our mortal world's support."

Xu Changqing isn't stupid either, and spoke bluntly: "What dog-shit son-in-law marrying in; when it comes down to it, isn't it just being a slave and a beast of burden?"

Zhao Yingli's face darkened: "Presumptuous! Don't even look at what identity you have, daring to use this tone to speak to us."

Xu Changqing, angered to the point of laughing back: "Perhaps you really have great identity and background in the mortal world, but don't forget, this is the lofty Dongting Immortal Sect."

As these words came out, Liu Futang's pupils rippled slightly, but she still sat firmly.

The Zhao Yingli behind her, however, instantly blew up: "Even without using mortal world identity to pressure you, don't forget, I am still a Junior Alchemist."

Xu Changqing froze upon hearing this, then couldn't hold back laughing out loud: "Such a big tone, I thought you were a Senior Alchemist; turns out after all this you're a Low-grade Alchemist!"

Zhao Yingli was instantly powerless to refute: "You... you you you..."

Xu Changqing saluted Zhang Su and Wu Xi'er with cupped fists: "Thank you Senior Brother and Senior Sister for your care, but it's very obvious that I and this Low-grade Alchemist have no fate; I'll take my leave first."

He turned and left, simply not giving the two any chance to stop him.

Zhao Yingli watched his decisively departing back, her self-esteem suffering unprecedented humiliation, and gritted her teeth saying: "You're a Spirit Farmer, daring to offend a Junior Alchemist?"

Xu Changqing didn't even turn his head, just waved his hand: "In my book, a Junior Alchemist doesn't even have the qualifications to cooperate!"