Free Web NovelChapter 757: Chapter 192: Ying Chuan, Are You Courting Death? (Part 1)
"Second Young Master, the Young Master isn’t aware of this matter..."
"Just because my elder brother isn’t around, it’s the perfect time to act." Ying Chuan directly interrupted the accompanying elder’s words with a gesture, and his attendant beside him translated for him.
This attendant, no one knows how he trained him, but in just a year or two, he can grasp Ying Chuan’s thoughts precisely and convey them without any errors.
"The Young Master not knowing about this matter is somewhat inappropriate." The accompanying elder hesitated again.
Ying Chuan looked at him with disdain, giving his attendant a glance. The attendant immediately understood and said, "Elder, my master is also thinking of the Ying Family’s benefit. Mu Xuewu is already a Divine Level Refiner, if she marries into the Ying Family, wouldn’t we gain another Divine Level Refiner?"
The elder slightly frowned, "That’s true." But bypassing the Young Master made him feel uneasy.
The attendant observing his expression said again, "What is the Elder worried about? This matter has also been tacitly approved by the Family Head."
’Yes, the Family Head tacitly approved it, but also said to wait until the Young Master returns to discuss and finalize it, then go to the Sang Family to discuss the marriage with the Young Master. But this Second Young Master couldn’t wait and brought him here.’ The elder glanced at Ying Chuan, feeling a bit helpless.
At this moment, the three of them were standing outside the Sang Family’s gate.
The tall gate of the Sang Family was tightly shut, with no intention of welcoming guests.
The elder felt somewhat dissatisfied about this and said to Ying Chuan, "Second Young Master, the Sang Family drove us out the other day, rejecting this marriage. Why come again today to court humiliation? If you really can’t forget about Mu Xuewu, why not wait until the Young Master returns, and then we can come again?"
Can’t forget Mu Xuewu?
Humph~! He indeed couldn’t forget her, which is why he went through all the trouble to bring her into the Ying Family!
In the depths of Ying Chuan’s lascivious eyes flashed a trace of malice. To him, both Mu Xuewu and Mu Qingge were the root causes of his crippling and becoming a laughingstock.
Mu Qingge now had a powerful influence, being the only Holy Level Refiner in the Middle Ancient Realm and also the City Lord of Luoxing City, leaving him helpless. But Mu Xuewu...
’Once I marry her into the household, who’s to question how I torment and torture her?’ Ying Chuan coldly smirked inwardly.
"No one knows when the Young Master will return; how long are we supposed to wait?" The attendant, at Ying Chuan’s cue, spoke again. He persuaded the elder of the Ying Family, "Elder, this Mu Xuewu is the first beauty of the West Continent, and a Divine Level Refiner as well. Just in the West Continent alone, there are countless people wanting to marry her. If we don’t act swiftly, the Ying Family might lose her from our grasp."
"It’s the Sang Family that disagrees now." The elder of the Ying Family frowned and said.
His voice carried a slight anger as well.
This anger wasn’t aimed at Ying Chuan nor the attendant, but at the seemingly ungrateful Sang Clan in his eyes!
In his view, although the Sang Clan had shown a tendency to rise in the past two years, they were still a far cry from the Ying Family.
The Second Young Master of the Ying Family, younger brother to Young Master Ying Ze, asking for Mu Xuewu’s hand in marriage should have been a grand enough gesture for the Sang Family.
This marriage proposal should be considered a higher connection for the Sang Clan.
Unexpectedly, he returned with confidence only to be directly turned away by King Sang Shun, losing face thoroughly. Now, being humiliated once more? He was extremely unwilling.
"Mu Xuewu is, after all, the first beauty of the West Continent, a figure on the Cub Phoenix List, and a Divine Level Refiner. It’s understandable to have some airs, Elder, don’t be angry. If we go today with sincerity, the Sang Clan should not disregard the Ying Clan’s prestige by turning us away again. Moreover, the Second Young Master is determined to secure this marriage; should we not accompany him just one more time?" The attendant softly advised.
The elder of the Ying Family looked at Ying Chuan and saw a trace of impatience beginning to form on his face.
This young master, who had little ability but great temper, always expected others to comply with him. If one inadvertently offended him, he was capable of holding a grudge for a lifetime, potentially causing trouble at any time.
After a moment of internal struggle, the elder of the Ying Family gritted his teeth and said, "Alright, let’s go once more today. But, Second Young Master, promise me this: if the Sang Clan still won’t agree today, let’s go back and plan carefully."
Ying Chuan nodded, as a sign of compromise.
However, in his heart, he didn’t take the elder’s words seriously at all. This time coming to Fusha City, he was determined to finalize this marriage proposal. Once confirmed, he would marry Mu Xuewu back as soon as possible!
He couldn’t wait to torment her harshly!
Over the years, he had thought of no less than a hundred ways to avenge and settle his grudges!
The malice hidden in Ying Chuan’s eyes went unnoticed, and the hatred in his heart was carefully concealed. It could be said that in the entire Ying Clan, apart from his brother, the Young Master Ying Ze, almost no one could discern his true intentions.
Thus, he must finalize everything before Ying Ze returns.
By then, even if his brother returned, it would be too late!
Ying Chuan finally compromised, which left the elder of the Ying Family with nothing more to say. Hence, he gestured for the guards of the family to step forward and knock on the door.
In fact, they had already knocked once before, but there had been no response from within.
This was also one of the reasons for the elder’s displeasure.
This time, the guards of the Ying Family brought a visiting card and once again approached the tightly closed gates of the Sang Clan to knock.
After the sound of knocking dissipated, the tightly closed door still showed no sign of response.
The guard turned his head to look at the Elders of the Ying Family, seeking instruction.
However, at this moment, the tightly closed door suddenly began to open slowly.
Creaaak—
The sound of the door opening startled the guards of the Ying Family standing outside.
He quickly took two steps back, distancing himself from the door of the Sang Clan.
The gap slowly widened.
Standing outside, Ying Chuan and the Elders of the Ying Family also stared tightly at the crack in the door. Suddenly, Ying Chuan’s face changed, becoming extremely unsightly.
Through the crack, he saw the person he hated the most, and feared the most!
The sinister red, as dazzling as blood, could not be ignored, nor overlooked.
Mu Qingge had her hands behind her back, raised a leg, and stepped over the high threshold of the Sang Clan’s gate, standing tall with a cold demeanor outside the open door.
Behind her followed the guards of the Sang Clan, only twenty people, but aligned in a row behind Mu Qingge, their sharp gazes fixed upon Ying Chuan’s group, instantly reducing Ying Chuan’s side’s momentum.
He too had brought twenty people, yet in front of Mu Qingge, he felt as if he were standing at the foot of a towering mountain.
Ying Chuan’s facial features contorted briefly, his eyes growing murky.
He refused to appear cowardly in front of Mu Qingge... He was the Second Young Master of the Ying Family, and the Ying Family stood firmly behind him! Ying Chuan constantly pumped himself up.
Mu Qingge’s appearance had exceeded Ying Chuan’s expectations, and those of the Elders from the Ying Family.
However, upon thinking about it, Mu Xuewu was Mu Qingge’s sister, so discussing the marriage with her seemed to pose no significant problem.
He gestured to the guard standing before Mu Qingge, who promptly understood and handed over a visiting card, speaking to Mu Qingge, "The Second Young Master of the Ying Family has come to the Sang Clan to seek an audience with the Clan Leader."
The card was handed to Mu Qingge.
Her clear eyes fell upon it, and though she hadn’t done anything, the guard’s hand felt a subtle sharpness, as if pricked painfully.
Suddenly, he felt his hand empty. Carefully raising his head, he saw Mu Qingge had already taken the visiting card.
Having completed his task, he inwardly sighed with relief and quickly retreated behind the Elders of the Ying Family.
"Haha... This must be the one and only Holy Level Refiner in the Middle Ancient Realm, the City Lord of Luoxing City, Mu City Lord, right?" The Elder from the Ying Family stepped forward, speaking congenially.
A Holy Level Refiner, no matter how domineering she might be, he dared not offend her.
Thus, even if he felt discomfort, he had to swallow it down.
The Elders of the Ying Family wanted to find a breakthrough with Mu Qingge. After all, he’d heard there was acquaintanceship between their Young Master and Mu City Lord; thus, could it not also mean she would support this marriage?
He made his calculations, but Mu Qingge maintained her cold demeanor.
Mu Qingge’s clear eyes carried a trace of teasing as she looked at the smiling Elder from the Ying Family, speaking softly, "What is your purpose here?"
She wasn’t interested in exchanging false pleasantries and went straight to the point.
The Elder from the Ying Family was momentarily stunned, evidently taken aback by Mu Qingge’s unconventional approach. However, he quickly recovered, planning to speak, only to be interrupted by Mu Qingge.
"Ying Chuan, you speak," Mu Qingge’s gaze fell directly upon Ying Chuan.
The tone was anything but friendly.
The Elder from the Ying Family felt a pang of unease, sensing that today’s events might not only fail but could also lead to further complications.
"Oh? By the way! Almost forgot, your tongue was cut off by me, and you already can’t speak." Mu Qingge said offhandedly, yet a devilish smile formed at the corner of her mouth.
She deliberately brought up this matter, publicly exposing Ying Chuan’s scars, just to provoke him, to humiliate him!
Sure enough, Ying Chuan’s features contorted with rage, his gaze towards Mu Qingge filled with hatred.
The Elder from the Ying Family saw this, inwardly lamenting, ’Not good!’
He quickly signaled to the servant beside Ying Chuan, who wisely understood and spoke, "My Young Master sincerely wishes to marry Miss Xuewu, hoping that Mu City Lord can let go of past grievances."
"Want to marry my sister?" The curve of Mu Qingge’s mouth held coldness, and her gaze turned icy. With a slight movement of the hand holding the card, it instantly turned to ash before the Ying family members. Mu Qingge coldly looked at Ying Chuan and said in a frigid voice, "Ying Chuan, are you so tired of living that you come here seeking death?"
