Chapter 38: Qingfu Shen Shan Shitong

He could not bring himself to look even once at the granddaughter he had once cherished as if she were his own eyes.

Lu Jin’s expression quickly hardened.

“Linglong, there are things Itachi don’t understand, and I cannot tell Itachi. But believe your great-grandfather—I would never harm Itachi!!” Lu Jin lowered his gaze, as if too ashamed to face the three young women before him, and spoke in a hushed tone: “This matter came suddenly, yes, but Itachi still have the right to choose. The final outcome depends entirely on Itachi yourselves!!”

Zhi Jinhua adjusted her glasses and said, “Master Lu, I may understand your situation. But could Itachi tell us—who is this man we’re being asked to choose from?”

Lu Jin took a deep breath and declared firmly: “Luo Fu!!”

The three young women froze in unison, then quickly seemed to grasp something.

“Is it because of that sorcerer who was obliterated during the chaos match today?” Zhi Jinhua blurted out.

Lu Jin gave a slight nod. “That’s right!!”

“Is that sorcerer from the Shu Sect particularly special?” Bai Shixue asked in surprise.

“No!! I think the reason isn’t the sorcerer himself—but Luo Fu!!” Zhi Jinhua’s mind raced with thoughts.

Her innate ability was the development of the brain; her processing speed, though not matching true supercomputers, far surpassed normal human limits—even among the gifted, her intellect was unparalleled.

In an instant, Zhi Jinhua seemed to grasp part of the truth.

“Master Lu, if I’m not mistaken, all of this stems from Luo Fu’s uniqueness. That dead sorcerer merely exposed his exceptional nature.” Zhi Jinhua spoke methodically, following her deduction: “Itachi don’t want one of us to marry him—Itachi want to preserve his bloodline!!”

“Ah…” Lu Jin sighed softly. “He is the only hope I’ve ever seen for reviving the San Yi Sect.”

“I understand!!” Lu Linglong stepped forward suddenly. “Great-grandfather, I’ll accept this marriage pact. As for Hua and Xue—they don’t have to.”

“Linglong, are Itachi really sure?” Bai Shixue exclaimed in shock.

“Let me do it!” Zhi Jinhua’s eyes lit up. “Compared to Itachi, I think I’m better suited for this guy.”

“Hua, Itachi little witch, are Itachi trying to steal him from me?” Lu Linglong stomped her foot and playfully chased after Zhi Jinhua, pouting.

The two friends’ laughter and playfulness eased some of the solemnity of Lu Jin’s marriage proposal.

Lu Jin could see that Lu Linglong agreed so readily mainly because of his obsession.

It was the stubbornness and rigidity ingrained in the Lu family’s blood.

Proud of the Lu family, willing to sacrifice their own interests to uphold and strengthen it.

Lu Linglong and Zhi Jinhua’s playfight was, in a way, excluding Zhi Jinhua and Bai Shixue from this marriage pact.

After all, in Lu Linglong’s mind, she was doing this to fulfill her great-grandfather’s wish—Zhi Jinhua and Bai Shixue clearly had no need to make such a sacrifice.

“Enough! Enough! All three of Itachi, stop fooling around.” Lu Jin called the three young women back to his side. “Though this situation came suddenly, after the Luo Tian Da Jiao, there should be a period of respite. Itachi… all three of Itachi, can use this time to get to know Luo Fu better. See who suits him best.”

After giving the three young women their instructions, Lu Jin departed, looking weary.

Watching Lu Jin walk away, Lu Linglong’s expression quickly turned serious.

Her gaze swept over Zhi Jinhua and Bai Shixue. “Hua, Xue—this is the Lu family’s matter. I hope Itachi two won’t interfere.”

“Dream on!” Zhi Jinhua shot her a look. “Before Master Lu mentioned this, I hadn’t thought about it—but now I realize Luo Fu is an excellent man. His innate ability is immensely powerful; his cultivation potential is unmatched. A man like this? I won’t let him go to Itachi!”

“Hua!! Itachi!!” Lu Linglong was instantly furious.

But upon reflection, among the new generation of the gifted, Luo Fu truly was the most desirable match.

Besides Luo Fu, Zhang Lingyu was indeed handsome, but too aloof, and the generational gap was too wide. Admirable, perhaps—but not a suitable partner.

Zhu Ge Qing was unsuitable too. According to information gathered by Cang Long, this man had had improper relationships with countless girls.

Zhang Chulan’s reputation as a womanizer had faded somewhat since Luo Fu’s arrival, but he was clearly not to Lu Linglong’s taste.

After reviewing all participants of the Luo Tian Da Jiao, Luo Fu stood out as the most outstanding male prospect.

“Stop arguing,” Bai Shixue interrupted. “How about this: we three see who gets along best with Luo Fu, and the other two become support. What do Itachi think?”

“Fine!” Lu Linglong agreed immediately.

Zhi Jinhua glanced at Lu Linglong and said, “I won’t lose.”

The next morning, the Luo Tian Da Jiao officially began.

Yet very few of the gifted noticed that people from Juedatong were quietly gathering at the foot of Longhu Mountain.

According to the draw results, Luo Fu’s match would be the third of the day—his opponent was none other than Qingfu Shen Shan Shitong.

The butterfly effect caused by Luo Fu’s appearance had completely disrupted the tournament bracket.

Feng Shayan’s opponent changed from Zhi Jinhua to Cang Long; Lu Linglong’s opponent became Wang Ergou; and many other changes occurred.

After the first and second matches ended,

It was soon Luo Fu’s turn to step onto the arena.

And this time, before the match began,

The spectator seats around the training ground were packed— even Master Zhang Zhiwei, Tian Jinzhong, Wang Ai, Lu Ci, Lu Jin, and Feng Zhenghao had all gathered to watch Luo Fu’s match.

When Shan Shitong appeared, it was clear how immense the pressure weighed on this Qingfu Shen.

As the referee announced the match had begun,

Qingfu Shen Shan Shitong did not move immediately.

“Master Luo Fu, I know I am no match for Itachi. But I still wish to test how great the gap is between me and a warrior like Itachi. Please, teach me!!”

As he spoke, Shan Shitong bowed deeply to Luo Fu.

Luo Fu returned the bow with a fist salute and nodded. “San Yi Sect, Zhang Luo Fu—please, teach me!”

The moment the formalities ended, Shan Shitong flicked his sleeve.

Several talismans flew out from his sleeve into the air; with flashes of mystic light, each talisman moved with pinpoint precision toward Luo Fu.

As the talismans neared, Luo Fu channeled his primordial qi and instantly entered the state of Ni Sheng San Chong.

(End of Chapter)