Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 1320: Chapter 853: If You Dare to Marry Me, I Won’t Mind Killing My Husband for the Dao (Part 3)

"Senior Brother, I didn’t expect you to be so amazing!" He involuntarily patted Li Qianqian’s head.

"Oh~~~"

The disciples watching the scene began to heckle.

Li Qianqian’s face turned bright red from Yang Qinting’s affectionate gesture, and Yang Qinting, realizing what he’d done, awkwardly rubbed his nose.

"Ahem, disciple pays respects to Steward Sun and all Senior Brothers and Sisters!"

Fortunately, he wasn’t a thin-skinned person and quickly composed himself, repeatedly bowing to everyone around him.

"Haha, Junior Sister Li, don’t forget to invite us for the wedding banquet!" Someone teased.

Li Qianqian’s cheeks instantly became flushed, but she responded spiritedly: "Of course, I’ll certainly invite all Senior Brothers and Sisters for drinks!"

After speaking, she looked at Yang Qinting, and coincidentally, Yang Qinting was looking at her too; their eyes met.

Yang Qinting slightly curled his lips, thinking secretly to himself: "Seems I should mention it to my family soon!"

...

Moyu Peak.

Wang Qisheng approached a house with a gloomy expression.

"Father!"

"What is the matter?"

A voice full of age sounded from inside the house.

"I want to kill that vile woman Li Qianqian!" Wang Qisheng said through clenched teeth.

He hated, hated Yang Qinting, and hated Li Qianqian even more.

Clearly, she should have been his woman, but she rejected him repeatedly, causing his face to be utterly lost and becoming a laughing stock among the sect.

"Kill Li Qianqian?"

The door opened, and an elder with white hair walked out.

This elder was one of the Martial God Elders of the Xuanqing Sect, Wang Qiutang.

Wang Qiutang was already two hundred eighteen years old, while Wang Qisheng was only forty; although their age difference was nearly a hundred eighty years, they were indeed father and son.

"Why?"

Wang Qiutang’s narrow eyes emitted a sharp glint that was intimidating to behold.

Wang Qisheng trembled in his heart but still said sombrely: "She insulted me, made me lose face in front of my peers!"

"Hehe, then you should marry her back home, otherwise how can you restore your lost face?"

"If I kill her, my face will naturally be restored!" Wang Qisheng said unwillingly.

"Foolish!" Wang Qiutang scolded coldly, "If you kill her, how will you explain to Elder Chu!"

Wang Qisheng stopped talking; he actually understood Li Qianqian could not be killed.

The Li family, though not as strong as the Wang family, had Elder Chu Lingxiao behind them, and Li Qianqian was exactly Elder Chu’s granddaughter.

Although Chu Lingxiao was a woman, her Sword Dao cultivation surpassed her peers; even for an old Martial God expert like Wang Qiutang, facing Chu Lingxiao required giving her some deference. You must know, Wang Qiutang was a full hundred years older than Chu Lingxiao.

"Then I’ll kill Yang Qinting!" Wang Qisheng changed his target.

"Who is Yang Qinting?" Wang Qiutang asked with a frown.

"A newly appointed Inner Sect disciple!" Wang Qisheng replied.

Wang Qiutang glanced at his youngest son filled with resentment, letting out a silent sigh in his heart, "Alright, but he can’t die inside the sect!"

An Inner Sect disciple isn’t worth his attention, but doing such evil deeds should be mindful of repercussions to avoid being mocked by other elders.

Wang Qisheng showed a cruel smile on his face, "Understood, Father!"

Wang Qiutang waved his hand, "Withdraw; be more restrained in the future. Everything will be fine once you’re married."

The marriage between the Wang family and the Li family was arranged by him, and his intention for the alliance was due to Chu Lingxiao’s excellence.

He was two hundred eighteen years old already, and his remaining lifespan was only seventy to eighty years, while Chu Lingxiao had at least a hundred eighty years left; besides, Chu Lingxiao’s Sword Dao was extraordinary, perhaps she could strive towards the Martial Immortal Realm in the future.