Qian Daoliu was caught in shock by Luo Yu’s rapid increase in strength, just floating there in midair, stunned.
It took him a good while to co back to his senses.
Swallowing, he asked again, "Are you sure the two Luo Yus are the sa person?"
Qian Renxue was sick of being asked.
"I’m sure, absolutely certain, and according to him, he killed Tang Hao, the continent-wide renowned Senior Soul Master only a few days ago."
"What? He killed Tang Hao?" A brilliant light flashed in Qian Daoliu’s eyes.
"Yes," Qian Renxue nodded.
For a mont, Qian Daoliu pounded his chest and stamped his foot, his old eyes revealing colors of gratification and joy as he burst into hearty laughter.
"Hahaha."
"Well killed."
"Well killed indeed!!!"
"This future grandson-in-law really excites so much I don’t know what to say," he exclaid.
Seeing her grandfather, who was emotional and speaking incoherently, Qian Renxue was filled with surprise.
"Granddaughter, have I ever told you that Tang Hao was the sworn enemy who killed your father?"
Qian Daoliu said, "Back then, although your father’s intentions were impure, rely coveting the hundred-thousand-year-old soul beast by Tang Hao’s side."
"Getting killed was due to his inferior skills, a self-inflicted fate."
"But, the undeniable fact is, Tang Hao killed your father."
"I’ve always wanted to take revenge for him, but that Tang Hao hid away, making it impossible to find his whereabouts."
"Hahaha, I never expected our grandson-in-law to blow him up. That’s so exhilarating!"
When Qian Renxue heard her grandfather bring up her father, whom she had never t and knew little about, she felt indifferent, and her previous understanding from the Elders’ comnts that her father was not well-regarded only diminished her sentints further.
But knowing that Luo Yu had casually avenged her father’s death stirred a different feeling inside her.
"Is this... what they call fate?" she mused.
After Qian Daoliu laughed off his grudges, he turned to Qian Renxue with sharp eyes and scolded:
"Xue’er, what are you doing here instead of staying with your future husband?"
"Hurry back and keep him company."
Qian Renxue:
She clearly rembered that her grandfather didn’t seem to have this attitude just a mont ago.
Was her grandfather a chaleon?
"Why are you dawdling, hurry up and go find him," urged Qian Daoliu.
Qian Renxue’s lips twitched slightly, "Grandpa, isn’t this a bit... face-slapping?"
"Just now you were saying you’d get rid of him if you couldn’t win him over."
"Cough cough cough, did I say that? I don’t rember," Qian Daoliu said with a feigned look of confusion.
Qian Renxue couldn’t help but purse her lips again and again.
Qian Daoliu emphasized:
"How could I possibly say I’d get rid of him? If he could marry you and produce offspring, not to ntion getting rid of him, I’d let him co over and deal with ."
"Soone! Cut off this guest elder’s head, to boost our future grandson-in-law’s spirits!"
Qian Renxue didn’t want to speak any longer.
She really wanted to remind him, you are the Great Elder of the Martial Soul Hall, what about the face of the Martial Soul Hall?
Is there really no integrity left at all?
If Qian Daoliu could hear his granddaughter’s inner voice, he would certainly not be able to resist rebuking her.
"Integrity? How much is integrity worth? Is it worth more than my grandson-in-law?"
"I’m leaving, grandpa. It’s almost dawn. What are you doing floating around here?
As Qian Renxue was preparing to fly to the Martial Soul Hall, swish, Qian Daoliu blocked her path.
"Xue’er, you’re heading in the wrong direction," he said.
"Shouldn’t you be returning to Tiandou City?"
"Why should I go to Tiandou City? I need to return to Martial Soul Hall to take a bath, change clothes, rest!!" Qian Renxue complained.
Qian Daoliu, frustrated at her seeming denseness, scolded, "Why go back to the Martial Soul Hall?"
"Isn’t there anywhere in Tiandou City to buy new clothes?"
"Don’t they have hotels for bathing there?"
"It’s quite far, why fly back there!"
Qian Renxue was exasperated, of course she knew what the cunning old man was up to.
He was clearly pushing his granddaughter out the door.
"Humph, I’ll just go back!"
"No, you hurry back and find Luo Yu, stabilize the relationship. Otherwise, if you let this kind of man slip away, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life."
Qian Renxue pouted, "Grandpa, I don’t think the sa way you do. I don’t want to approach him with an ulterior motive."
Qian Daoliu kept urging.
"It’s fine not to have an ulterior motive, but you should at least go and make contact. Don’t just avoid it."
"Why do you keep running to our poor little Martial Soul Hall? Isn’t it comfortable following your grandson-in-law?"
Qian Renxue was speechless.
She knew very well the proud and indifferent deanor her grandfather once had.
Who would have thought that as soon as Luo Yu was ntioned, he changed completely, as if he beca another person.
Suddenly, she had an epiphany.
It turns out that even her grandfather could show a fawning, flattering side.
It was just that the people before were not worthy, they didn’t qualify.
In the end, Qian Renxue couldn’t return to Martial Soul Hall. She was stopped by Qian Daoliu and sent back to Tiandou City, with instructions to buy a couple of nice-looking clothes.
To communicate her feelings with Luo Yu properly.
...
The next morning at dawn.
The rising sun spread its golden brilliance, illuminating the hotel room.
The room was a ss.
Torn dresses, stockings, and a pair of high heels toppled over.
When Luo Yu woke from his dreams,
he covered the beautiful won beside him with a blanket.
He silently weaved through the crowd, tidied up his clothes, walked out of the room, and arrived outside the hotel.
Looking at the endless stream of Tiandou City residents and various vendors at the hotel entrance, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
Thinking back on last night’s events,
he felt a great sense of accomplishnt.
He did not expect that his physique had beco so strong.
With the body forged by the Tribulation-Crossing Golden Lotus, the physical enhancent from the Dragon God Martial Soul, the empowernt from the Dragon King Soul Bones, the Divine Source Refinent, every miraculous opportunity had elevated his physical body to the true Domain of the Gods.
To face ten alone was no pressure at all, even with energy to spare.
What success could compare to conquering one’s own won?
Luo Yu’s eyebrows lifted, feeling that A Wu and the others probably wouldn’t wake up until noon.
His gaze locked onto a bun shop on the street, the steam rising from the baskets, with the white buns lying inside.
He walked straight over and bought a portion, eating as he headed back.
As he returned to the entrance, he stopped abruptly.
He saw a figure with golden hair.
The woman’s combat skirt was gone, replaced by an off-shoulder golden dress, her trademark smooth golden hair cascading over her fair shoulders.
The voluptuous and sexy body was wrapped in the dress, accentuating every curve and layer distinctly.
Her clean legs were in a pair of diamond-studded high heels, luxurious yet elegant, radiating indescribable beauty.
The passersby around her all stopped in their tracks, bumped into each other,
staring blankly in the direction of the golden-haired beauty.
"What are you doing here?" Luo Yu diverted his gaze, surprised.
"What, you’re not happy to see ?" Qian Renxue frowned her beautiful eyebrows.
Luo Yu stared into Qian Renxue’s eyes and eventually smiled, teasingly saying,
"What, you missed your husband after just half a night?"
"Pah, there are so many people watching on the street, can’t you be serious for once?" Qian Renxue retorted.
Luo Yu glanced at the surrounding pedestrians who were not moving, intending to spectate,
and his aura burst forth.
He scoffed and said, "Scram, everyone, go about your business. Is soone else’s wife that interesting to look at?"
The surrounding people showed timidity in their eyes, not daring to utter a word, and scattered like frightened birds and beasts.
"You really are domineering." Qian Renxue chuckled.
Luo Yu shook his head.
"It’s not about being domineering, it’s just that when other people look at you, I get jealous."
Looking at Luo Yu’s exceptional, handso face, Qian Renxue was montarily dazzled.
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