You Promised to Be an Idle Son-in-Law, How Could You Become a Land Immortal?

Chapter 355 - 236: The Son-in-law’s Sharp Mouth


Chapter 355: Chapter 236: The Son-in-law’s Sharp Mouth

Further ahead, Liu Si’er vaguely heard the sound of laughter and grumbled to himself.

’I wonder what those Fledglings are talking about.’

At that moment, Xiao Wan’er came to her senses, her face instantly flushing crimson.

"That’s not what you said at all."

"How could it not be?"

"W-Well, my second sister is more talented than I am."

"That’s true. In that case, there are only the two celestial maidens of the Xiao Family."

"And, and Little Sister Qingwu! Her talent for Martial Arts is quite good too."

"Oh, her."

Chen Yi was tempted to say Cui Qingwu was ugly, but considering her relationship with Chen Yunfan—not to mention her own rather stunning looks—he just nodded.

"That only makes three. We’re still one short of the Four Great Beauties..."

With all the lighthearted banter, Xiao Wan’er was finally pulled from her reverie, proving Chen Yi’s shameless teasing hadn’t been for naught.

Seeing she couldn’t win the argument, Xiao Wan’er quickly changed the subject.

"Some time ago, Little Sister Qingwu mentioned she wanted to come visit. I wonder when she’ll be here."

Chen Yi looked at Xiao Wan’er, who had once again burrowed her head down into her greatcloak, and asked with a smile,

"When did you two get so close?"

"The Mid-Autumn Poetry Gala."

"Actually, I can tell Little Sister Qingwu has very deep feelings for that brother of yours."

"Oh? How can you tell?"

"You might not believe it, but..."

Of course, Chen Yi believed it.

He could see it, too.

Perhaps his brother, Chen Yunfan, could as well.

It was just that he always felt Chen Yunfan was a bit of a flake—even more of one than he was.

As these thoughts crossed his mind, Chen Yi couldn’t help but recall the duel between Chen Yunfan and Cui Qingwu from earlier that day.

’Considering their respective levels in Martial Arts, Chen Yunfan should have the upper hand.’

...

The upper hand? It was far more than that.

Chen Yunfan didn’t know how to pull his punches.

If not for the fact that Cui Qingwu’s Cultivation was a full two Realms below his, he would have been itching to use his full strength.

Even so, just fifteen minutes into the duel, Cui Qingwu’s forehead was already beaded with sweat, and her arms and legs stung with a burning pain.

She furrowed her brow and glared at Chen Yunfan. "You promised you would only use your Sword Dao at the Minor Success Realm!"

Chen Yunfan, holding his sword in one hand, stood tall and straight. With a grim expression, he shook his head and said,

"Using my full strength in our duel is the greatest respect I can show you, Qingwu."

Cui Qingwu opened her mouth to retort, but she knew he was just being difficult again.

"Brother Yunfan, y-you’re cheating!"

Chen Yunfan turned away from her, executing a flourish with his sword. "Ah, Qingwu, you don’t know the pain in my heart."

"Pain?"

Cui Qingwu’s expression softened a little. "Is Brother Yunfan’s heart aching because I’m hurt?"

But to her surprise, Chen Yunfan shook his head again. "Not at all."

"My heart aches because your Sword Dao Realm is too low to help me improve my own Martial Arts."

He had been working tirelessly these past few days to raise his Sword Dao Realm as quickly as possible.

He practiced his Swordsmanship diligently, day in and day out.

But alas, the Martial Arts Realm prized intent and enlightenment, and his Sword Dao Realm seemed to have hit a bottleneck, refusing to advance in the slightest.

Chen Yunfan grew more and more anxious. ’At this rate, when will I ever be strong enough to go and beat up Brother Yi?’

That was why he had sought out Cui Qingwu for a duel—despite her being a notch below him in both Cultivation and Martial Arts—hoping the fight might spark a breakthrough.

Unaware of his true intentions, Cui Qingwu was instantly incensed by his words. Brandishing her Long Sword, she charged.

"Take this!"

"A fine strike!"

Chen Yunfan didn’t move an inch. He simply tapped his sword against her Long Sword, then with a flick of his wrist, slapped the flat of his blade against her waist.

"Again!"

"Qingwu, we Sword Cultivators must be indomitable."

This time, his blade slapped against Cui Qingwu’s thigh.

"Keep going!"

"Not bad..."

After another fifteen minutes of this, Huan’er, who was watching from the side, could no longer bear to look. She couldn’t help but sidle up to Chun Ying, tug on her sleeve, and whisper,

"Aren’t, aren’t you going to..."

Before she could finish, Chun Ying, already knowing what she meant, raised a hand to cut her off. "Soon."

"What?"

Just then, Ning Yu strode in from outside and handed a sheet of paper to Chun Ying.

"...A reply."

Chun Ying thanked her, then took a few Steps away to avoid Huan’er’s gaze before unfolding the note and glancing at it.

[The Chen Family Patriarch’s return journey is unknown. Contacting him will be inconvenient.]

She understood. ’Inconvenient’ meant it was possible.

[White Robe Order: The ’Dragon’s Roar and Tiger’s Howl’ plan must be accelerated. Someone will contact you in the coming days.]

[Remember, do not let him notice!]

After reading the note, Chun Ying thoughtfully put it away, her gaze drifting toward Chen Yunfan in the center of the training yard.

’Someone else is coming to Shu State?’

After a moment of thought, Chun Ying rubbed her face, composed her expression, and called out to Chen Yunfan as if nothing were amiss.

"Young Master, there’s good news."

Chen Yunfan paused, then retreated a few Steps and performed a swordsman’s salute. A smile broke across his stern face. "I accept your concession."

When Cui Qingwu saw his smiling face, she nearly threw her Long Sword down in frustration.

"Brother Yunfan, we’ll have a rematch another day."

"Let’s not. Your Sword Dao Realm is too low. Why don’t you improve it a little first, then we can talk."

"You..."

’That clueless blockhead!’

Chen Yunfan, however, paid no mind to Cui Qingwu’s seething rage. He turned to Chun Ying’s side and asked,

"You have news?"

"Yes. It seems the Patriarch can be contacted."

"Well, don’t just stand there. I’ll go to the study and write a letter. You can send it for me afterward..."

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