Urban Super Medical Sage Chapter 2141 - 2239: Did I Hear That Right? (2)

The old man was dressed in a purple robe, his eyebrows very long, his figure somewhat lean. There wasn’t the slightest hint of murkiness in his eyes, they were all sharp light. Head slightly raised, he looked at Sikong Zhan and said with a smile.

"Old Hong, you’re too early." Sikong Zhan also smiled, and as he spoke, he glanced at the young man beside that lean old fellow: "That’s Hong Chou, right? Not bad, Guo Zhen a talented youth."

"Young boy Su, that old codger who just spoke is Hong Yicang. He’s one of the Three Factions. The Three Factions are Sikong Zhan, the Waan Family patriarch Wang Duan, and Hong Yicang—these three have about the same strength. Sikong Zhan is protective and overbearing, Wang Duan is clever and cunning, Hong Yicang is deep scheming, with the greatest ambition." Jiuyou spoke up, introducing them to Su Chen.

At the same time, Sikong Yu muttered, "How come he’s here too?"

There seemed to be some discomfort in her voice.

Su Chen didn’t ask.

However, Sikong Yu took the initiative to say, "Hong Chou is Hong Yicang’s grandson, his legitimate grandson. Back then... back then..."

As Sikong Yu spoke, she bit down on her silver teeth, seeming a little hesitant.

Su Chen, truly taking himself as a Fighter and a Servant, didn’t ask. If Sikong Yu was willing to talk, she would; if she wasn’t, then she wouldn’t.

"Back then, it was him who rejected Grandfather’s marriage proposal!!!" Sikong Yu’s voice carried a suppressed fury.

Oh?

Su Chen was a bit surprised.

He understood.

Sikong Zhan had wanted his granddaughter Sikong Yu and Hong Chou to become a pair.

But Hong Chou turned it down.

This was indeed a humiliation.

Especially for a woman.

No wonder Sikong Yu’s emotions seemed so turbulent right now.

In fact, as for how much goodwill Sikong Yu really had toward Hong Chou, and whether she wanted to marry him—that was nonsense.

Back then, when her grandfather proposed the marriage alliance, she hadn’t even met this Hong Chou in person, because Hong Chou was a Martial Fool—everyone in Jiuyou City knew it. All of Hong Chou’s thoughts were on Martial Arts.

But even if she didn’t care at all about not marrying Hong Chou—in fact, she felt not marrying him was a good thing.

The thing that should never have happened was that Hong Chou refused, without the slightest mercy!!!

Where was she, Sikong Yu, supposed to put her face?

Back then, because of this, she didn’t leave the Sikong House for a full three years.

One could well imagine the hatred Sikong Yu held in her heart toward Hong Chou.

Unfortunately, Hong Chou’s status was no worse than hers, and in terms of strength, Hong Chou completely crushed her. Even if she wanted revenge, she had no chance.

Moreover, Hong Chou was shameless; year in, year out, he was either in Secluded Cultivation or out training abroad. Even if you wanted to find him for revenge, you couldn’t.

"Turning you down wasn’t because of you, it was because the Three Factions can’t join together. If the Hong Family agreed, the Hong Family and Sikong House would be tied to one another, and the balance between the Three Factions would be broken. The Waan Family wouldn’t want to see that, and the Territory Master would be even less willing to see it." Su Chen said in a low voice, essentially offering Sikong Yu a word of comfort.

Though it couldn’t really be called comfort.

This should simply be the truth.

Su Chen’s voice was very, very, very low, but not to the point that no one could hear it at all. At the very least, Sikong Yu and Sikong Zhan, who were very close, could hear.

Especially Sikong Zhan, who turned his head slightly, glanced at Su Chen, and felt a hint of surprise in his heart.

A mere little Fighter, and a newcomer from a Minor Thousand Worlds to the Jiuyou Domain, yet he saw things quite clearly.

What Su Chen said was exactly the truth.

"Is it really like that?" Sikong Yu’s beautiful eyes froze for a moment. She subconsciously leaned a little closer to Su Chen, and even, somewhat agitated, directly reached out and grabbed Su Chen’s arm. She stared into Su Chen’s eyes, a little excited, a little nervous.

That scene.

Instantly fell into the eyes of everyone in the Ten Dragons Hall.

For a time, there were many whispers.

"It is." Su Chen nodded with a smile, then, without leaving a trace, removed Sikong Yu’s hand from his arm.

"Hehe, I knew it." Sikong Yu suddenly brightened up, her Temperament like that of a child, proudly and smugly lifting her chin.

"Take your seat." Sikong Zhan said to Sikong Yu. His granddaughter really was too willful and too naïve. In this kind of setting, every move she made was under everyone’s gaze; she couldn’t be so casual.

Sikong Yu stuck out her tongue, also feeling that grabbing onto Su Chen’s arm in a moment of excitement just now was somewhat inappropriate. She reined in her emotions and took her seat together with her grandfather.

As for Su Chen, he naturally had no seat.

He stood behind Sikong Yu, like a bodyguard.

And at that very moment—

"Miss Sikong, this young master has an extraordinary bearing, and for someone so young, his strength isn’t weak. May I ask whose son he is?" A rather playful voice sounded: "Why doesn’t he take a seat?"

The speaker was a young man in red luxurious robes at the same table.

This man was very handsome, but his demeanor carried a hint of effeminacy.

Su Chen lifted his eyes and glanced at him. Forty-two thousand years old—still considered the younger generation, but not exactly young anymore. Eighth Layer Early Stage of the Divine Lord Realm, his Realm wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t very stable. At the very least, compared with Hong Chou at the same table, he was more than three tiers inferior.

"Xuu Long, what’s with that yin-yang tone? Su Chen isn’t some young master from any house, he’s just a Fighter. What of it?" Sikong Yu’s tongue was sharp as well, and she had no intention of sparing anyone with her words, firing back directly.

And very bluntly at that.

This red-robed, effeminate young master was named Xuu Long, a member of the Xuu Family, one of the Ten Clans.

In the Jiuyou Domain, under the Territory Master are the Three Factions, and under the Three Factions are the Ten Clans.

Though the Ten Clans couldn’t compare with the Three Factions, they weren’t weak.

Especially the Xuu Family; among the Ten Clans, they ranked among the top few. So the Xuu Family was in fact not much weaker than the Sikong House. This was Xuu Long’s biggest reason for daring to openly provoke Sikong Yu. The other reason was that the Xuu Family had always faithfully followed the Waan Family.

As for the struggle between Sikong Yu and Waan Qi, Xuu Long naturally knew, and he was unwaveringly on Waan Qi’s side.

"A Fighter? Miss Sikong, did I hear that right? On an occasion like today, you bring a Fighter along—are you insulting yourself, or insulting us, or perhaps insulting Young Lady Waan Qi? Judging by Miss Sikong’s attitude, you even want this Fighter to take a seat." Xuu Long’s expression was extremely exaggerated, as if he had suffered some great fright or shock.

"I, Xuu Long, have lived for several hundred thousand years and have never once sat at the same table with a Fighter."

Xuu Long was half joking, half acting terrified.

His over-the-top performance made many present slightly furrow their brows, feeling uncomfortable—not at Xuu Long, but at Sikong Yu.

Today, who here wasn’t a person of status and reputation?

Letting a Fighter walk into this great hall really was an insult to everyone.

Especially the many Martial Cultivators who held themselves in high esteem—their expressions were even uglier. If they weren’t apprehensive of the Sikong House, they would have already spoken out.