Volume 3 - Chapter 393: Winning Glory at the Sword Pool (Part 3)
Su Qiyu’s gaze brightened slightly as he saw the two girls arrive.
Beside him, the Immortal King elder wore a kindly smile. “What brings you two here?”
The girls nodded respectfully to the elder, offering proper greetings. Then Su Muqing spoke directly. “Brother Qiyu, I’m here to invite you to participate in the Sword Pool Laureate event six years from now. Will you come?”
“The Sword Pool Laureate?”
Su Qiyu’s eyes lifted slightly, a faint smile curling at his lips. “If I haven’t stepped into the Immortal King realm by then, I’ll certainly go—to see how the other families compare. But if I do manage a breakthrough… then I must decline.”
After all, participating as an Immortal King would be unfair to the others.
Su Muqing naturally understood. She nodded. “Of course. Then… you agree?”
“How could I refuse when Su Meimei personally asks?”
Su Qiyu smiled.
Hearing this, the frost in Su Muqing’s demeanor softened significantly. She gave a quiet nod in return.
…
Elsewhere, within Sea Moon Hall, Yaoqin had arrived.
“You wanted to see me?”
She looked at Li Hao with a slight frown, then continued, “I just heard… you nearly offended Miss Su. Is that true?”
Li Hao hadn’t expected news to travel so quickly in the Su family. Even the smallest incident had already reached her—no surprise, given Yaoqin served closely beside the matriarch.
“I want to see Madam Su,” he said.
Yaoqin’s frown deepened. “Madam Su has many responsibilities. You don’t get to see her just because you wish it. Wait for a summons.”
“I want to see her now.”
The rumors he'd overheard outside the manor echoed in his mind. His voice sharpened with urgency.
Yaoqin’s face darkened. No one from the side courtyard had ever spoken to her like this. But remembering the madam’s special instructions regarding this youth, she took a deep breath and swallowed her irritation. Her voice was cold.
“I’ll report your request. Until then, wait here quietly.”
Without giving him a chance to speak, she turned and vanished.
…
In the inner quarters of the Su residence.
A tall, broad-shouldered figure silently appeared, as if stepping from time itself—so quietly that not a soul noticed.
He had just reached the main hall when he saw the elegant noblewoman waiting there. Her attire shimmered like glass-threaded gold, and her stunning beauty was nothing short of divine.
“Have you been waiting here all this time, my lady?”
Su Zhenyuan, the patriarch of the Su family, let the tension fade from his eyes. His voice was gentle.
The lady looked up at her husband. Sensing a ripple of disordered energy within his usually restrained aura, her expression shifted. Rising to her feet, she asked softly, “So… it didn’t work?”
A trace of regret and pain flickered in Su Zhenyuan’s gaze. He sighed and shook his head. “I was too impatient.”
Her eyes fell on a few new strands of silver at his temples. Pity stirred in her heart as she said gently, “It’s alright. You can’t carry every burden alone. There’s still Fourth and Fifth Brother…”
Su Zhenyuan shook his head again. “Our eldest brother is gone. As second-born, I inherited his responsibilities—and as patriarch, I cannot shrink away and leave it to others.”
Seeing his stubbornness rise again, the lady knew she could not change his mind. She shifted the topic instead. “You’ve returned at just the right time. I need your opinion on something.”
His eyes narrowed. “What is it?”
The seriousness in his gaze made her smile faintly and shake her head. “It’s nothing grave. Just a matter involving one of the younger generation. A youth came forward, claiming an ancestral marriage pact.”
She held out an ancient scroll.
As it unfurled, golden threads flared like divine light, and glowing characters imbued with Dao intent shimmered into view.
Su Zhenyuan scanned it quickly. Surprise lit his eyes. “When I inherited the clan leadership, Father did mention this once. That an ancestor had arranged a marriage long ago, and that one day someone might come seeking it… I didn’t think it would actually happen.”
A rare smile appeared on his face. “This is a good thing! Muqing is reaching marriageable age—it’s a double blessing!”
The lady gave him a look of exasperation. In matters of war—slaying demons, holding the front lines—her husband was a master of strategy. But when it came to marriage and emotions, he was hopelessly thickheaded.
“You’d really agree to this?” she said irritably. “All four of our daughters are once-in-a-millennium prodigies. You’d actually let one marry off just like that?”
Su Zhenyuan chuckled. “Girls grow up. Sooner or later, they’ll leave the nest. We can’t keep them caged forever. Besides, this isn’t just any arrangement—it was set by our ancestor. Even if the one who came isn’t of imperial blood, he’s at least a direct disciple. That kind of person… would make a fine match.”
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