When Lu Yang found out who Li Haoran’s betrothed was, a series of mythical stories inexplicably popped into his mind: the tale of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, the Three Holy Mothers and Liu Yanchang, and the Heavenly Immortal Pair...
There are numerous historical examples of “an old cow eating young grass” that prove marrying a celestial being is the fastest way to achieve instant success, with a very high success rate.
Liu Yanchang was an exception, but that was due to issues with the Three Holy Mothers’ brother Yang Jian, or perhaps the heavenly court’s rules. However, Su Yiren didn’t seem to have a Tribulation Crossing Stage brother, and there were no heavenly rules in ancient times.
Therefore, the conclusion was clear.
“Junior Brother Li is in for a good life ahead. This saves him so many years of hard work, making others green with envy,” Lu Yang marveled. He and Meng Jingzhou felt that this trip wasn’t made in vain.
It was worth it.
“By the way, what did Junior Brother Li call us here for in the first place?” Lu Yang had forgotten the original purpose of their visit.
Meng Jingzhou cracked some melon seeds and tossed them into his mouth, savoring the taste. He thought for a moment and said, “He was worried about being too nervous to meet his fiancée and wanted us to support him.”
“Oh, Junior Brother Li doesn’t seem very nervous. He shouldn’t need our help,” Lu Yang observed Li Haoran’s expression of despair, which didn’t seem to match being nervous.
“Any more melon seeds? I’m out,” Lu Yang said, holding out his hand, full of melon seed shells.
Meng Jingzhou pulled out a bag of seeds. “Yes, but they’re raw.”
“No problem, I have fire. Let me roast them. What flavor do you want?”
“A bit salty.”
“Consider it done.”
Lu Yang breathed out Three Flavour True Fire, controlling the flame’s temperature to roast the seeds.
At this moment, Li Haoran was still unaware that his two reliable senior brothers had completely given up on him. He was too preoccupied to notice.
Li Haoran was listening to his mother recount how he was betrothed.
“Wasn’t it that your father and I were saved by Yiren? At the time, she noticed I was pregnant and asked if she could betroth you to her.”
“I thought she was a pretty girl and very skilled in cultivation. Being engaged to her was a huge honor. She was willing, and so were we.”
“But Mom, didn’t you consider the age difference?” Li Haoran was dumbfounded. He had never heard of an engagement being arranged like this.
His mother gave him a look of disdain. “Haven’t I taught you from a young age not to be constrained by worldly views? For cultivators, is age really an issue? Of course not.”
Su Yiren quietly took out a recording sphere, which played Li Haoran’s bold declaration during his fight with Qin Yanyan.
“I tell you, I will never dissolve this engagement in my lifetime!”
“I tell you, I will never dissolve this engagement in my lifetime!”
“I tell you, I will never dissolve this engagement in my lifetime!”
Su Yiren said nothing, but her actions spoke louder than words.
“Stop, stop, stop, don’t play it anymore.” Li Haoran pleaded, wanting to find a hole to crawl into.
Why hadn’t he learned Lu Yang’s Shrinking Earth technique?
If he had known, he wouldn’t have come home and would have stayed at the Dao Seeking Sect, focusing on cultivation and artifact refining.
How could he, so young, live off someone else? What would his peers think?
Li Haoran looked at Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou, who were still eating melon seeds, showing no intention of helping.
Li Haoran stared at them until they felt uncomfortable and had to step in to mediate.
“The biggest question here is for Senior Su. Senior Su, why did you betroth Junior Brother Li to yourself?”
Everyone’s attention turned to Su Yiren, whose face turned red. She was easily embarrassed, especially in front of many people. But things had reached this point, and she had to explain. She spoke as briefly as possible to explain the situation:
“Actually, Li Haoran is my husband’s reincarnation.”
“Yanyan, Li Haoran really is your father reincarnated.”
Lu Yang: “...”
Meng Jingzhou: “...”
This was getting more complicated. Was it too late to leave now?
In the mental space, the Everlasting Fairy perked up, thinking that following Lu Yang always led to interesting encounters.
(End of the chapter)