With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 908 - 632: Martial Arts School, Linzhou, Admirer (6k)_4
Of course, anyone coming here who can command such attention from the Patriarch must have remarkable intentions, blatantly obvious to any bystander.
Yang Zhaoxing’s intentions to make someone the son-in-law of the Yang Family is something the whole family is well aware of, with no hint of rashness...
Let’s set aside the Patriarch’s influence and focus on the visitor himself.
Though the young man’s age is tender, he is a Martial Arts Master of the Third Level, his strength genuine and undeniable.
If he arrives, who would dare to make snide, opportunistic remarks under the Yang Family’s roof, unless they have a death wish...
On the side, Huo Zhan raised an eyebrow, could no longer pretend to be oblivious, and felt restless.
Upon hearing that Yang Yuelian returned with a man, he instantly sensed something was amiss.
Yet Huo Zhan maintained his calm, stood up, and said in a deep voice:
"Uncle Yang, since Yue Lian has returned, I’ll go and see her."
"Hey... wait, I..."
Before Yang Zhaoxing could finish speaking, Huo Zhan had already rushed off to wait in the Yang Family’s reception hall.
The Yang Family was confused, and upon turning to look, they realized the Patriarch’s disposition was off.
"You talk too much, didn’t you see there’s an outsider present..."
Yang Zhaoxing looked at him helplessly, sighed, rubbed his forehead, and quickly followed Huo Zhan.
...
In the hall.
Meng Chuan sat like a lord in the armchair, rocking back and forth.
Behind him, Yang Yuelian pretended to be a servant, massaging his back.
Thud thud thud!
She was massaging him, but her strength was getting stronger.
The reason Meng Chuan was swaying in the chair was evident...
"Feeling better? Can you still practice today?"
Yang Yuelian’s smile was through gritted teeth, clearly not sincere.
Meng Chuan agreed during the ride back, but now claimed fatigue.
Cough cough, of course, it was for gathering hostile intentions...
Meng Chuan felt that while in the Yang Family, if he played with them daily, by the time he left, he might have gathered enough for the Ultimate Technique...
"Ah, I’ll see how I feel later, not tired, just a bit..."
"Ahhh! You’re a liar, I’ll beat you for it!"
Yang Yuelian, having eaten well, had quite a bit of strength, and punched him on the back.
Meng Chuan was enjoying the massage, and off guard, fell from the chair and stood up rubbing his waist.
"I’m injured, it seems I can’t practice anymore."
Yang Yuelian looked incredulously and sent another small punch his way:
"I could hurt you? You..."
"Yue Lian, long time no see."
Huo Zhan’s figure appeared at the door, forcing a smile but internally furious.
Having listened outside for a while and seeing their behavior becoming increasingly "excessive," he felt like he might lose control and hurriedly interrupted.
Meng Chuan’s expression changed slightly, surprised.
This person had approached from outside the door, yet he only detected him when he was almost upon them.
His keen detection had inexplicably failed.
It was as if the person appeared out of thin air, what kind of trick is this?
Moreover, what surprised Meng Chuan more...
Since this slick-haired man appeared, the progress in gathering hostile intentions jumped significantly...
It was the first time he gathered hostility from a man...
Looking at Yang Yuelian, Meng Chuan suddenly understood.
It’s nothing but that complicated affair between men and women...
With this rate, gathering enough hostility before leaving the Yang Family is a certainty...
...
Clouds drifted slowly, casting a layered shadow.
The previously unobstructed hall basked in sunlight, requiring no lamps as daylight naturally illuminated it.
At this moment, however, it was covered by a thick conglomeration of clouds above, casting a deep and brooding shadow over the hall.
The cloud summoning was not Meng Chuan’s doing, his mood now was good, and he hadn’t performed such a gesture.
Why then...
The man who had entered was as slender and upright as a night owl, but his back was wide and robust.
With arms crossed, after greeting Yang Yuelian, he stood quietly next to Meng Chuan.
His silhouette exuded a bizarre ink-wash vision, appearing "unsteady," yet his foundation was as solid as iron.
The gathering of hostility was shooting through the roof!
"May I ask, are you Meng Chuan from Yong’an?"
The man recognized him, speaking lightly, with a trace of coldness suppressed deep within.
"Indeed, I am."
Meng Chuan initially thought of explaining but reconsidered—what’s the need to explain to him, anyway?
Might as well let the hostility gather a bit more...
