Chapter 59

"How could such a condition be agreed to? Aren't you the head of the Yin family?" Wang Yu felt somewhat unhappy upon hearing this.

"I didn't expect that they would dare to contact the Yu family privately. I have already dealt with the two of them heavily, but Yu Xiaoming's cultivation is also above mine. If I don't agree to this condition, they, having gained confidence, might really drag out the matter of you becoming a son-in-law indefinitely." Yin Linglong sighed, stroked a lock of hair with her hand, and for the first time, a trace of helplessness appeared on her face.

"Why does the Yu family want to participate in this matter? Just to let Yu Xiaoming also become a son-in-law of the Yin family?" Wang Yu asked slowly.

"The Yu family is different from the Yin family. The Yu family ancestor is a true Foundation Establishment great cultivator, and his lifespan is less than a hundred years. Sending someone to meddle in this matter this time is mostly with the intention of occupying the magpie's nest." Yin Linglong said decisively.

"It's not surprising that the Yu family has this idea. It's the Yin family people I'm curious about—don't they know the benefits to the Yin family after I become a son-in-law and join the sect?" Wang Yu felt somewhat strange.

"That only benefits the Yin family. You becoming a Yin family son-in-law and joining the sect temporarily protects the Yin family, but it also requires the Yin family to provide a large amount of cultivation resources. These misers are certainly unwilling to give most of the family's resources to an outsider like you."

"Furthermore, the reason so many people jumped out is certainly because they were bought off by the Yu family with benefits."

"It's truly ridiculous. When the Yin family is in trouble, they don't work together to overcome the difficulties; instead, they are eager for quick success and instant benefits, trying to grab as much as possible, and then abandoning the family to look out for themselves."

"Hmph, even if the Yu family ancestor has all sorts of ideas, as long as the Yin family is still affiliated with the Four Symbols Sect, he won't dare to act recklessly himself. After this matter is over, I will naturally clean up the others slowly. The Yin family will never raise any parasites who eat inside and look outside, even if their seniority is high." After Yin Linglong gave a light hum with her delicate nose, a trace of sternness appeared between her eyebrows again.

"In that case, as long as I defeat this Yu Xiaoming, everything can be solved." Wang Yu laughed.

"Yes. As long as you can win the competition, I will have an excuse to purge the Yin family and truly take control of it. As for all your cultivation resources in the sect, the Yin family will try its best to satisfy them. The higher your status in the sect, the more opportunities our Yin family will have to prosper in the future."

"But in this competition, both sides are not allowed to take each other's lives, nor are they allowed to use pills or talismans, and even magical artifacts are limited to one."

"Although I know you have awakened your physical bloodline and even joined forces with others to kill the Qi Refinement late-stage Qiankun Zi, and your strength is certainly not weak, Yu Xiaoming's cultivation is much higher than yours, and he may even have a trump card given by the Foundation Establishment Ancestor. I don't know how much confidence you have." Yin Linglong stared at Wang Yu and said seriously.

"I haven't fought many times, but I can only tell you that I haven't not killed Qi Refinement mid-stage opponents. Even if I were to have a life-and-death battle with Qiankun Zi now, I would have a sixty or seventy percent chance that he would die and I would live." Wang Yu didn't answer the woman directly, but instead touched his smooth chin and said with a chuckle.

"That's great, worthy of being the husband I, Yin Linglong, have chosen. I originally planned that if you didn't have much confidence in this competition, or if you truly lost, I would simply take the things in the Yin family treasury and run away with you to build another Yin family." Hearing this, Yin Linglong's expression relaxed, and she pursed her lips and smiled.

Wang Yu was stunned for a moment, then laughed dumbly.

This fiancée of his was truly not someone to be trifled with. At the same time, he felt a bit moved in his heart, and couldn't help but take a step forward, wrap his arms around the woman's willow waist, stare at her cream-like face, and say seemingly affectionately:

"But this competition does indeed carry significant risk. If I win, I have only one request: before joining the sect, you and I must become true husband and wife, otherwise I would be at too much of a loss."

"You... you're thinking about that kind of thing again... I'm afraid of you. If you can win this time, on the night of our wedding, I will truly consummate the marriage with you, but only once. Just as I said before, your essence and blood are not yet stable, and excessive loss of original Yang will affect your future cultivation." Hearing this, Yin Linglong was somewhat dumbfounded, but after thinking about it, she blushed and reluctantly agreed.

Wang Yu looked at the shy appearance of the beauty before him, overjoyed, his fighting spirit soaring, wishing that tomorrow was the day of the competition.

As for the words about affecting cultivation, he naturally let them go in one ear and out the other, not taking them to heart at all.

The ancient saying on Blue Star is good: a man who isn't romantic is not a youth, and to die under the peony flower is romantic even as a ghost.

He had always deeply believed in this.

Yin Linglong gave a few more instructions, telling him to rest and build up his energy for these three days, while she would take this time to inquire more about the magical artifacts and spells Yu Xiaoming was good at, so that he could have one more point of winning in the competition.

Wang Yu naturally agreed readily.

Three days later.

On both sides of a martial arts field about an acre in size, dozens of men and women in various costumes were gathered. Further away, there were more than a dozen guards carrying swords, standing in a straight row.

Behind these guards, there was a stone platform five or six meters high, on which six or seven chairs were placed. On the middle chair sat a stunning beauty, who was none other than Yin Linglong.

She was dressed in plain clothes with light makeup, draped in a silver robe, and expressionless, but there was an extra black bracelet on her wrist, a pale green short sword with a scabbard hung at her waist, and a black giant dog about a zhang long was lying beside her.

Wang Yu stood on the other side of Yin Linglong, observing the others on the stone platform.

On the other chairs sat elderly people in gorgeous costumes; the oldest were seventy or eighty, and the youngest were fifty or sixty, but each one had exhausted blood and Qi, with wrinkled faces, and only three or four had mana fluctuations released.

Behind these elders stood one or two younger generations in their middle years, most of whom looked at Wang Yu with vigilant eyes.

One of them was the scarred young man who had broken into the room that day.

Only his face was still pale, obviously the kick from a few days ago had caused significant injury and had not yet fully healed.

Wang Yu smiled at him when he saw him.

The scarred young man's face changed slightly, and he glared back fiercely, unwilling to show weakness.

"The time is almost up. Where is Yu Xiaoming?" Yin Linglong, who had always been like an ice-sculpted fairy, spoke.

"Family Head, Young Master Yu went to pick someone up. Calculating the time, he should be back soon." An elder who looked the oldest, with wrinkles almost covering his eyes, coughed lightly and replied.

"Pick someone up? Why didn't I know about this?" Yin Linglong's face sank, and she had a vague premonition. The black giant dog beside her immediately raised its head and looked at the elder who spoke with a pair of blood-red eyes, gloomily.

"To show the importance he attaches to this competition, Young Master Yu specially invited the Yu family head to come and watch. After all, if he wins this time, he will be becoming a son-in-law of the Yin family. Without the Yu family head's personal permission, I'm afraid it would be somewhat inappropriate." The elder explained slowly, unhurriedly.

"The Yu family head? Isn't that Yu Xiaoming's biological father! Good, very good. You invited other family heads to our Yin family without my consent as the family head." Yin Linglong's eyes flickered with cold light, and she said coldly.

"Linglong, you misunderstood. Everyone doing this is also to eliminate Young Master Yu's concerns. Young Master Yu has admired you for a long time and is deeply in love with you. We all feel it's understandable, so we took the initiative to agree first."

"But Linglong, rest assured, if this Young Master Wang wins, we will have no objections to him becoming a son-in-law." Another elder in a soap-colored robe, who was much younger, interjected.

"Hmph, you still..."

Yin Linglong gave a cold hum and was about to say something else when a clear cry suddenly came from high in the sky, interrupting her words. Following this, a black dot appeared and fell rapidly downward.

Within the blink of an eye, a huge gray giant bird landed on the martial arts field amidst a wild wind, and three people walked down from it.

Seeing this, Wang Yu couldn't help but narrow his eyes.