Han Yun felt a pang of sadness. Although Yang Feilong was unwilling to give up, she knew there was little chance of her family changing their minds.
Her father's refusal to even meet Yang Feilong showed his resolve. The other party hadn't even arrived yet, merely sending a signal, and her father was already unwilling to see Yang Feilong. Perhaps it was just for now.
This indirectly implied that he preferred Lin Wushuang over Yang Feilong for her.
Han Yun led Yang Feilong to her residence. As the eldest daughter of the Han family, she had her own private courtyard.
"Don't be sad," Yang Feilong said with a smile, trying to comfort her.
"How could I not be sad?" Han Yun's face was etched with a bitter smile.
"I will help you!" Yang Feilong declared with firm conviction.
As Han Yun looked at Yang Feilong, about to speak, a voice from outside the door called out, "Eldest Miss, the family head wants to see you!"
Han Yun's body trembled slightly. "... "
"Let's go, we'll face whatever comes," Yang Feilong said, holding Han Yun's cold hand and grinning, "I also want to meet that Lin family's proud son!"
"Mm." Han Yun tightly grasped Yang Feilong's hand, biting her lip as she looked at him and nodded earnestly. Then she asked, "If my father still disagrees and insists I marry Lin Wushuang, will you elope with me?"
Yang Feilong stumbled at her words, utterly astonished. "Elope?"
He really wanted to ask, "Am I here to pretend to be your boyfriend, or have I become your real one?"
"Don't you like me?" Han Yun asked, her cheeks flushing.
"Like... like." Yang Feilong wanted to lie and say he didn't, but the words wouldn't come out. He himself didn't know when he had developed such a good impression of Han Yun.
After all, Han Yun was stunningly beautiful, graceful, and voluptuous. Coupled with her obvious affection for him, and Yang Feilong being a man not particularly steadfast in matters of the heart, how could he not like her?
Hearing Yang Feilong confess his feelings, Han Yun was visibly delighted. *Smack*, she planted a kiss on his cheek.
"You silly thing," Han Yun’s face was as radiant as a red sunset.
Yang Feilong: "... "
Not long after, they left Han Yun's courtyard hand in hand.
...
The reception hall.
The hall was already crowded with many people. Several important figures of the Han family were present, and many from the Lin family had also arrived.
After all, the Lin family was here today to propose marriage for their young master, a grand occasion for the Lin family!
By the time Yang Feilong and Han Yun arrived, the patriarchs of the Lin and Han families had already been chatting for a long time, enjoying a cordial atmosphere.
Regarding the marriage of Lin Wushuang and Han Yun, both the Lin and Han families leaned towards the union.
If Lin Wushuang hadn't broken through to the Spirit Martial Realm, the Han family might not have agreed so readily. After all, Han Yun's current boyfriend was at the peak of the True Martial Realm and only nineteen years old, with boundless future potential.
However, when compared to Lin Wushuang, who had broken through to the Spirit Martial Realm at twenty-six, the difference was too significant.
Of course, they were unaware of Yang Feilong's true cultivation level. Their assessment was based on the strength he had displayed.
If they had known that Yang Feilong's previous cultivation was equivalent to the peak of the Profound Martial Realm in the third stage of Qi Gathering, they would never have so ruthlessly dismissed him without even meeting him!
When Yang Feilong and Han Yun entered the hall,
*Swish*, all eyes turned to them.
"Dad, this is my boyfriend, Yang Feilong..." Han Yun said nervously, looking at the middle-aged man seated in the main seat.
"Boyfriend? What boyfriend?" the middle-aged man asked coldly.
"I..." Hearing her father's words, Han Yun's expression darkened. She opened her mouth to speak, but her father's imposing authority had always loomed over her. At this moment, facing his anger, she felt incredibly wronged and dared not retort.
Yang Feilong sighed inwardly.
Living in a prominent family, the hierarchical system was akin to feudal society, truly tragic!
"Greetings, Uncle. Your humble nephew is Han Yun's boyfriend. I have come today seeking your approval!" Yang Feilong said with a cupped fist salute, his expression calm.
Han Yun's father, Han Zhengtang, did not speak but looked at Yang Feilong with deep contemplation.
"You mere brat, daring to covet the eldest daughter of the Han family? Truly a toad dreaming of swan meat!" Just then, a young man sneered at Yang Feilong.
"What are you? Do you have the right to speak here? Does the Han family answer to you?" Yang Feilong retorted coldly, looking at the young man.
"What did you say?" The young man was furious. Seeing the displeased expressions of the Han family members, his face turned red. He quickly explained to the Han family head, "Uncle, your nephew meant no disrespect to the Han family."
Han Zhengtang waved his hand, and seeing that the young man was not being held accountable, he sat down. However, his gaze towards Yang Feilong was extremely unfriendly. Han Zhengtang ignored the young man's outburst and turned to Yang Feilong, saying, "Although you are excellent, my daughter, Han Zheng Tang's daughter, must marry a true prodigy. Regardless of other aspects, in terms of cultivation, he must be strong enough! Otherwise, no matter how deep your feelings, I will break you apart!"
His voice was stern and left no room for doubt!
Han Yun bit her lip, her expression turning grim.
Yang Feilong's expression remained unchanged, a smile on his face. "May I ask if the 'prodigy' you speak of, Uncle, has specific standards? Perhaps I just happen to meet them? It's not boasting, but among the younger generation, I haven't met any rivals!"
Hearing Yang Feilong's words, everyone couldn't help but chuckle. No rivals among the younger generation? That was simply a sign of his shallow experience!
"A true prodigy, at my daughter's age, must at least reach the peak of the Profound Martial Realm, or even the Spirit Martial Realm!" Han Zhengtang said indifferently.
"Then Uncle's requirement is too low!" Yang Feilong blinked at this and said.
The moment he spoke.
Everyone stared at Yang Feilong in astonishment.
"I am not talented, only nineteen years old, and my cultivation is considered early Spirit Martial Realm!" Yang Feilong grinned.
Upon hearing Yang Feilong's words, everyone present stared at him, dumbfounded.
"Ridiculous, early Spirit Martial Realm at nineteen? Why don't you say you're at the Yuan Martial Realm?" the young man Yang Feilong had previously retorted to, said again, his face filled with mockery.
"I thought he was a genius, but it turns out he's just a braggart!"
"We were hesitating whether to agree to the Lin family's proposal. Now it seems there's no need to consider. How can someone who talks big bring happiness to the eldest miss? He might implicate our Han family one day!"
"Indeed!"
At this moment, many in the Han family looked at Yang Feilong with disappointment, including some who had been wavering.
After all, they were aware of Yang Feilong's performance last night. He was considered a decent talent, and their eldest miss also liked him.
Therefore, they were more inclined to support Han Yun and Yang Feilong.
But they hadn't expected that Lin Wushuang of the Lin family had broken through last night and had come to propose marriage first thing in the morning!
There was no longer any room for hesitation. Although Yang Feilong had good talent, it was uncertain if he could live up to it. After all, in their eyes, Yang Feilong's cultivation of the peak True Martial Realm was vastly different from Lin Wushuang's early Spirit Martial Realm!
Yang Feilong naturally saw the disappointed expressions of the Han family members, but he paid them no mind. He was too lazy to respond to the young man's contemptuous remarks and instead looked at Han Zhengtang, saying, "Uncle, you don't think I'm exaggerating, do you?"
Han Zhengtang did not speak.
He was pondering a question. What if Yang Feilong was truly in the early Spirit Martial Realm? Even if he wasn't, even if he was at the peak of the Profound Martial Realm, he would be conflicted. Lin Wushuang was in the early Spirit Martial Realm, but he was already twenty-six years old, while Yang Feilong was only nineteen, a difference of seven years.
The difficulty of breaking through two major realms in seven years was immense, but the difficulty of breaking through one major realm in seven years would be significantly reduced!
Yang Feilong had no background. Han Yun had told him that perhaps he could be taken into the family, and even if not, it would be a good choice.
Of course, agreeing with the Lin family was also good; they knew the Lin family well!
And Lin Wushuang's talent was also good.
However, if Yang Feilong's cultivation reached the Spirit Martial Realm, there would be no doubt. He would unhesitatingly betroth Han Yun to Yang Feilong, because with a seven-year age difference, the gap in talent would be more than a little!
"Brat, I am at the peak of the Profound Martial Realm! Do you dare to fight me!" The young man from the Lin family stood up directly, looking at Yang Feilong with disdain. "If you don't dare, it means you're a liar who talks nonsense! If you dare, but are defeated by me, it also proves you are an arrogant liar!"
"You are too weak!" Yang Feilong glanced at the young man from the Lin family and said calmly.
"You..." Hearing this, the young man from the Lin family almost exploded with rage.
"What, not convinced?" Yang Feilong looked at him, a hint of playfulness on his lips. "If you're not convinced, then you can try!"
"Uncle, please permit me to have a battle with this Yang Feilong!" the young man from the Lin family said sternly to Han Zhengtang.
He was itching for revenge against Yang Feilong.
So he directly challenged him.
"Yang Feilong, do you dare to fight Lin Mao?" Han Zhengtang asked Yang Feilong. To be honest, he also wanted to see Yang Feilong's strength. If Yang Feilong could defeat Lin Mao, he would be willing to give Yang Feilong a chance!
"Why wouldn't I dare?" Yang Feilong said calmly. "I just don't know if defeating this Lin Mao will gain your approval for Han Yun and me to be together?"
Han Zhengtang paused for a moment before saying, "If you can defeat Lin Mao, I will give you a chance, a chance to compete fairly with Lin Wushuang!"
Yes.
If Yang Feilong could defeat Lin Mao, it would be enough for him to take notice!
The reason he hadn't agreed yet was naturally to save face for the Lin family.
"Good!" Yang Feilong nodded.
"Feilong," Han Yun looked at Yang Feilong nervously.
"Don't worry, dealing with a mere peak Profound Martial Realm expert is as easy as eating a bowl of noodles!" Yang Feilong grinned and comforted her.
"Pfft!" Hearing this, Han Yun almost burst out laughing.
At such a serious moment, to describe it like that!
"Brat, you're too arrogant!" Lin Mao, hearing Yang Feilong's words, was almost furious. This was simply too much!
Others looked at Yang Feilong with varied expressions.
Some looked uncertain, some smirked, some frowned in thought, and some looked grave.
Previously, many believed Yang Feilong was just bragging. But now, Yang Feilong dared to fight Lin Mao and didn't even take him seriously. Could it be that he was truly at the peak Profound Martial Realm? Or even at the early Spirit Martial Realm, as he claimed?
If he was truly at the early Spirit Martial Realm, both the Lin and Han families knew what the Han family head would decide!
Lin Mao walked to the outer area of the hall, holding his long sword and looking at Yang Feilong.
A cold glint flickered in his eyes.
Because he was provoked by Yang Feilong!
"Take out your weapon!" Lin Mao said coldly to Yang Feilong.
"I don't need a weapon to deal with you!" Yang Feilong shook his head. Although his words were calm, they were a blatant insult to Lin Mao.
"Brat, I will make you pay for your arrogance!" Lin Mao roared and charged at Yang Feilong with his long sword.
Although he appeared reckless, he was actually cautious in his heart. Since Yang Feilong dared to be so overconfident in fighting him, did that mean he truly possessed Spirit Martial Realm cultivation?
Therefore, he didn't hold back much with this strike!
The next moment, Yang Feilong's figure suddenly vanished from a distance.
"What incredible speed!"
"That's too fast!"
At this moment, both Lin Mao, the direct participant, and the other onlookers were filled with shock.
The next moment, Yang Feilong reappeared. When he reappeared, he was already at Lin Mao's flank. Although Lin Mao was shocked, he remained composed, as he had considered the possibility that Yang Feilong might not be inferior to him.
*Boom!*
He spun his long sword and pursued Yang Feilong.
But—
*Boom!*
Yang Feilong unleashed a kick. This kick was as fast as lightning.
It directly struck Lin Mao's abdomen.
With a loud bang, Lin Mao was sent flying backward!
"Ahhhh!" Lin Mao screamed out in pain.
He never imagined that before his long sword could even touch Yang Feilong, he would be kicked away by Yang Feilong.
"Kill!" Yang Feilong let out a great roar and charged towards Lin Mao.
*Bang bang bang!*
Kick after kick, Lin Mao was beaten mercilessly, unable to retaliate, looking utterly pathetic.
"Do you surrender or not?" Yang Feilong's icy voice rang out.
"I surrender, I surrender!" Lin Mao roared in unwilling defeat.