My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

142 Meeting the Family Heads

Qin Huai laughed at himself, but there was no expression on his face.

“Oh well, strength is still strength!”

He felt his dantian. Now, only the white dragon was left alone. The original purple ball of lightning also turned into thousands of scattered lightning arcs that wandered wantonly in his qi and blood, slowly devouring them.

However, Qin Huai’s body was already numb, so he couldn’t feel the pain. The fastest way to resolve his current condition was undoubtedly to restore his golden blood. At that time, everything would be easily solved.

“Medicinal herbs… and realm.” Qin Huai began to think.

“Young Master Qin…”

The door was pushed open, and a kind-looking old man came in, saying, “I’m here to diagnose you on the orders of the master.”

“I’ll have to trouble Mister!” Qin Huai was very respectful as he extended his hand.

He was keenly aware of the abnormality in the way the old man addressed him. It seemed that not many people had acknowledged his status as a live-in son-in-law. Now, Li Shaoxiang was the only one who admitted it.

The old man took her pulse, his expression as usual. Then, he naturally touched his bones.

Finally, he brought over a bowl filled with black liquid. He pricked Qin Huai’s fingertip with a silver needle and dripped a drop of blood into it, which suddenly split into seven thin threads.

The old man’s hands paused for a moment, then he took out two stones and did the same.

Very quickly, the old man smiled and took back all the equipment. He said, “Young Master Qin, you’re only physically weak now. You’ll be fine after two more days of rest.”

As he spoke, the old man took out a black grass. “This grass is called the black fish blood grass. It can quickly recover vitality.”

Qin Huai looked at the black fish blood grass in front of him. He hesitated for a moment before swallowing it.

“Thank you, Sir!”

The old man stood up and smiled at Qin Huai. “I’m afraid I’ll have to trouble Young Master Qin to come with me.”

“Where to?” Qin Huai asked.

“At the Nine Dragons sect meeting hall… Young Miss is also rushing to the meeting hall.”

Qin Huai looked at the old man, and the air seemed to fall silent for a moment. He knew that he had no chance to refuse.

Qin Huai slowly stood up, forcing his weak body to walk out of the door with the old man.

…

“Young Miss has really gone crazy. She really secretly married that Pingnan country bumpkin in her boudoir!”

“I don’t know what kind of bewitching soup that brat has fed the young lady.”

“Isn’t this similar to what had happened to the Li family in the past few decades? He’s been making stupid moves all this time, and that’s why he’s gradually losing his power and allowing my Zhang family to take control.”

On the flat stone road, a group of old and young women and children in blue and white robes watched the stunning beauty in a red dress walk past them with her head held high.

As they spoke, there was excitement, pity, jealousy, and gloating.

Li Shaoxiang turned a deaf ear to this chatter. She firmly believed that they had entered the forest.

Qin Huai was the one that the Daoist priest had mentioned, the one who could save the Li family! Otherwise, why would the heavens allow her to pick him up in such a vast forest of snow?

Li Shaoxiang’s pace suddenly slowed down, and she turned back to look. “My husband, why are you here?”

“Just now, the doctor said that it was on the orders of the family head…” Qin Huai looked at Li Shaoxiang’s stunned expression and immediately knew that this was probably not an order from the head of the Li family, but from another family in the Nine Dragons sect.

“Then Zhang Wu…” Li Shaoxiang’s expression darkened. “Husband, don’t say anything later. Just leave everything to me.”

The two of them walked side by side. In front of him, he saw a plaque on the magnificent pavilion that was over a thousand square meters in front of him, with the words “meeting hall” written in vigorous and powerful brush strokes.

The stone pillars had been worn down by time, but they did not show any signs of damage. On the contrary, they gave off a grand aura.

Li Shaoxiang took a deep breath and stepped in.

Reflected in her eyes were more than a hundred green-robed poplar chairs lined up in a row, stretching from the front of the hall to the end. At this moment, these chairs were all filled with people.

She walked straight to the deepest part.

Two men were sitting high on the left and right main seats. The man on the right with a pretty face and a somewhat feminine look was the current head of the Li family and also Li Shaoxiang’s father, Li Zeren.

On the left, the burly man with a rough face was Zhang Wu, the head of the Zhang family, who had the highest reputation and strength in the Nine Dragons sect.

“Since everyone is here, let’s start the meeting,” Zhang Wu said in a low voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man in the lower seat said, “Miss Li’s actions are too absurd. As the young lady of the Li family, your words and actions are of great importance! Besides, it’s marriage.”

Li Shaoxiang’s expression was calm. “It doesn’t seem to be your Zhang family’s turn to point fingers at my marriage.”

The man sneered. “But you’re the young lady of the Li family. Of all people, why did you have to marry someone Song Ya wanted to kill? Are you really trying to make things difficult for Song Ya?”

“According to Uncle Zhang Wu’s intentions, I, a branch personnel of the Daoist school and the Nine Dragons sect, am recruiting geniuses. Just because Song Ya wants to kill someone, you have to obediently hand over your own genius?”

“What?” Uncle Zhang Wu was at a loss for words. “Of course I didn’t mean that. Hahaha… After not seeing you for several years, Shaoxiang’s tongue has become even sharper.”

The rough-faced Zhang Wu spoke in a weak scholar’s tone, which was very out of place.

“Of course, the Nine Dragons sect is not afraid of Song Ya. However… There was a trade-off and a benefit in everything. I don’t think it’s worth it to offend Song Ya for a pretty boy from the countryside of Pingnan. For a great sect, our reputation is their benefit.”

Li Shaoxiang’s voice didn’t change. “If we hand over the son-in-law of one of the two families just because of Song Ya’s words, wouldn’t the Nine Dragons sect become a joke in Lingjiang?”