Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather Chapter 1320 - 853: If You Dare to Marry Me, I Won’t Mind Killing My Husband for the Dao (Part 3)
Previously on Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather...
"Senior Brother, I didn’t expect you to be so amazing!" Without thinking, he patted Li Qianqian’s head.
"Oh~~~"
The onlookers among the disciples started jeering playfully.
Yang Qinting’s tender pat caused Li Qianqian’s face to flush a deep crimson, while he, noticing his slip, rubbed his nose in embarrassment.
"Ahem, this disciple pays respects to Steward Sun and all Senior Brothers and Sisters!"
Luckily, he wasn’t the shy type and soon regained his poise, bowing repeatedly to those present.
"Haha, Junior Sister Li, remember to invite us to the wedding feast!" One of them joked.
Li Qianqian’s face burned red at once, yet she shot back with vigor: "Naturally, I’ll invite every Senior Brother and Sister for some drinks!"
Once she finished, her gaze shifted to Yang Qinting, who happened to be staring right back; their eyes locked together.
A faint smile tugged at Yang Qinting’s lips as he mused inwardly: "Looks like I need to bring this up with my family soon!"
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Moyu Peak.
With a dark scowl, Wang Qisheng neared the dwelling.
"Father!"
"What’s wrong?"
An elderly voice echoed from within the house.
"I want to kill that wretched woman Li Qianqian!" Wang Qisheng growled through gritted teeth.
He loathed Yang Qinting, but his hatred for Li Qianqian burned even fiercer.
She was meant to be his, yet she spurned him time and again, leaving him humiliated and the butt of jokes across the sect.
"Kill Li Qianqian?"
The door swung open, revealing a white-haired elder.
This was Wang Qiutang, one of the Martial God Elders from Xuanqing Sect.
At two hundred eighteen years old, Wang Qiutang far outaged his son Wang Qisheng, who was merely forty; despite the near one hundred eighty year gap, they were true father and son.
"Why?"
A piercing light flashed from Wang Qiutang’s slit-like eyes, striking fear into the heart.
Though his heart quaked, Wang Qisheng pressed on grimly: "She shamed me, cost me face before all my fellow disciples!"
"Hehe, then wed her and bring her home—only that will salvage your reputation."
"Slaying her will restore my honor just fine!" Wang Qisheng retorted bitterly.
"Fool!" Wang Qiutang snapped icily. "How would you justify that to Elder Chu?"
Wang Qisheng fell silent; deep down, he knew Li Qianqian was untouchable.
The Li family lagged behind the Wangs in power, but Elder Chu Lingxiao backed them, and Li Qianqian was precisely her granddaughter.
Woman or not, Chu Lingxiao’s Sword Dao mastery outshone her rivals; even a veteran Martial God like Wang Qiutang had to show her respect. After all, he was a whole century her senior.
"Fine, then I’ll take out Yang Qinting!" Wang Qisheng switched aims.
"Who’s Yang Qinting?" Wang Qiutang queried, brow furrowed.
"A fresh Inner Sect disciple!" Wang Qisheng answered.
Wang Qiutang eyed his grudge-filled youngest son and sighed inwardly, "Fine, but make sure it doesn’t happen within the sect!"
A mere Inner Sect disciple warranted no concern from him, yet such underhanded acts demanded caution to dodge ridicule from fellow elders.
A savage grin spread across Wang Qisheng’s features. "Got it, Father!"
Wang Qiutang dismissed him with a wave. "Go now; show some restraint going forward. All will settle once you’re wed."
He had orchestrated the Wang-Li family union himself, eyeing Chu Lingxiao’s prowess for the alliance.
Now two hundred eighteen, his life stretched merely seventy or eighty more years, whereas Chu Lingxiao boasted at least one hundred eighty; moreover, her exceptional Sword Dao might propel her to the Martial Immortal Realm someday.