105: Chapter 105 Hu Changqing's Plan

The black-clothed Cultivator felt uncomfortable under Chen Youming's gaze, fine beads of sweat seeping from his forehead.

He secretly groaned in his heart, originally thinking that with his Three Spiritual Root talent and several boxes of Star Gold Stones, he could secure an opportunity to marry into the Meng Family, thus having a large tree to rely on for shade.

However, he did not expect the Chen Clan to be so unyielding.

Meng Changxiu was rendered speechless by Chen Youming's retort, unsure how to respond for a moment.

The atmosphere in the hall became increasingly heavy, as if an invisible large stone was pressing down on everyone's chests.

Meng Qingwan stood aside, her eyes shifting back and forth between Chen Jiancang and the Family Head, a mixture of anxiety and helplessness.

She had a good impression of Chen Jiancang; if the two could get married, it would naturally be a match made in heaven, but the Family Head's hesitation left her unsure of what to do.

As a member of the Meng Family, she was also powerless to decide for herself.

Just then, Chen Jiancang, who had been silent all along, slowly spoke: "Uncle Meng, Uncle Youming, there's no need for such tension over this matter."

He looked at Meng Changxiu, his gaze sincere, "I understand Uncle Meng's painstaking efforts for the Meng Family's consideration; the Meng Family's foundation and inheritance are not easy to maintain."

"But my feelings for Meng Qingwan are also clear as the sun and moon."

"Although I only have a Five Elements Mixed Spiritual Root, I have achieved some success in the path of Alchemy."

"If I can marry Meng Qingwan, should the Meng Family need anything in the future, I will naturally not stand idly by."

"The importance of pills for the improvement and cultivation of Family Cultivators is self-evident, and I believe Uncle Meng is also aware of this."

Meng Changxiu frowned slightly, falling into deep thought.

What Chen Jiancang said did indeed make sense; pills played a crucial role in enhancing the strength of Family Cultivators.

But the black-clothed Cultivator's Three Spiritual Root talent was equally tempting, possessing great potential for the future.

If he could break through to the Foundation Establishment Stage, he would have at least over two hundred years of lifespan.

At that time, the Meng Family would be able to continue for at least a hundred years on Small Jade Mountain.

Seeing that Meng Changxiu seemed somewhat swayed, the black-clothed Cultivator hastily said: "Uncle Meng, my cultivation speed is fast; I am already at the Qi Refining Stage Seventh Level, and after I establish my Foundation, I will definitely be able toopen up (develop/expand) more cultivation resources for the Meng Family and protect the Meng Family."

"Those pills are merely supplementary; powerful combat strength is the fundamental basis for a Family's survival."

Chen Youming snorted disdainfully upon hearing this: "Just you?"

"Let alone when you can establish your Foundation, even if you do, so what?"

"In front of my Chen Clan, you are merely like an ant."

"If the Meng Family gives up their marriage alliance with the Chen Clan for the sake of you, an unknown rogue Cultivator, they will surely regret it immensely in the future."

Meng Changyi on the side also couldn't help but advise: "Elder Brother, we all see the Chen Clan's sincerity, and Chen Jiancang is indeed a good child, and he and Qingwan are quite fond of each other."

"Furthermore, the Chen Clan is, after all, still the master of the Qingya Mountain Range; if we marry into the Chen Clan, the benefits to the Meng Family are absolutely not insignificant."

Meng Changxiu's eyes flickered, his heart struggling intensely.

On one hand was the Chen Clan's great strength and many years of friendship, as well as the allure of pills; on the other hand was the seemingly more potential talent of the black-clothed Cultivator.

He knew deeply that this decision not only concerned Meng Qingwan's lifelong happiness but also the future direction of the Meng Family.

Meng Qingwan finally couldn't help but take a step forward and softly said: "Family Head, Qingwan has been fond of Young Master Jiancang since I first met him, and I hope the Family Head will grant us."

Her voice was soft, but it was exceptionally clear in the silent hall.

Meng Changxiu looked at Meng Qingwan, his eyes full of complex emotions.

This girl was obedient; although her Spiritual Root Aptitude was not outstanding, she did have some talent in the path of Alchemy.

If she could marry Chen Jiancang and receive guidance from Chen Jiancang, this Alchemist, perhaps she could break through quickly and become an Alchemist.

"Alas, since that's the case, if I still don't agree, it would make me, the Family Head, seem unreasonable."

Meng Changxiu sighed deeply, a hint of weariness appearing on his face, "Let's follow Qingwan's wishes; the marriage between Chen Jiancang and Qingwan, my Meng Family agrees to it."

Hearing this, Meng Qingwan's eyes welled up with tears, and a look of relief and joy appeared on her face, as she softly said: "Thank you, Family Head."

Chen Jiancang also breathed a sigh of relief, sincerely bowing to Meng Changxiu: "Thank you, Uncle Meng, for granting us."

"I will definitely not let Qingwan down, and in the future, if the Meng Family has any matters, I, Chen Jiancang, will definitely help with all my strength."

Chen Jiancang, who had memories from modern times, did not think that helping his wife's Family was something unacceptable by heaven and earth.

His future held infinite possibilities, and it was not impossible to assist his wife's Family within his capabilities.

At this moment, the black-clothed Cultivator on the side instantly turned ashen, veins bulging on his forehead.

He clenched his fists, his heart full of unwillingness, yet he did not dare to act out, only glaring angrily.

Chen Youming, on the other hand, looked smug, coldly glancing at the black-clothed Cultivator and letting out a "snort" (humph).

"Three Spiritual Root talent, heh heh, as if everyone doesn't have a Three Spiritual Root."

"With your status as a rogue Cultivator, the difficulty of obtaining a foundation establishment pill is comparable to ascending to heaven; yet you dare to compete with the Chen Clan for a marriage."

Chen Youming mused inwardly.

With his status in the Chen Clan, he disdained resorting to underhanded tactics against a rogue Cultivator.

Meng Changxiu looked at the black-clothed Cultivator, his tone slightly softened: "Little Friend Hu, I am truly sorry; this matter was my Meng Family's oversight."

"These are ten Pei Yuan Pills, consider them my Meng Family's apology to you."

"Your talent is good; you will surely shine brightly on the path of cultivation in the future."

Meng Changxiu gently brushed his sleeve, took out a jade box from the storage bag in his sleeve, controlled it with spiritual energy, and sent it towards the black-clothed Cultivator.

Hu Changqing took a deep breath, forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart, and squeezed out a smile: "Uncle Meng, you are too kind; it was I who was presumptuous."

"Since that's the case, I shall take my leave."

With that, he directed the few Mortals to carry the wooden boxes of Star Gold Stones and left the hall without looking back.

Hu Changqing did not accept the ten Pei Yuan Pills.

Meng Changxiu watched the black-clothed Cultivator's receding figure, slightly frowned, and thought to himself, hoping this matter wouldn't leave any hidden troubles.

Then he looked at Chen Jiancang and Meng Qingwan, a smile of relief appearing on his face: "The two of you have indeed gone through some twists and turns; come, set up a banquet, I want to properly entertain our good son-in-law of Small Jade Mountain."

Since he had already made his decision, Meng Changxiu now only wanted to maintain a good relationship with Chen Jiancang, hoping to resolve the unpleasantness that had just occurred.

Chen Youyun and Chen Jiancang exchanged glances and did not say anything further to spoil the mood, accepting the invitation with pleasure.

Meanwhile, the black-clothed Cultivator, Hu Changqing, after leaving the Meng Family, went directly to a secluded dense forest outside Small Jade Mountain.

"Shh ~"

Hu Changqing put his finger to his mouth and blew a whistle at a specific frequency.

Swish swish swish ~

In just an instant, the branches and leaves of the dense forest rustled, and several black figures revealed themselves.

"Everyone, the mission failed; that Meng Changxiu chose the Chen Clan's Alchemist."

"I think we need to implement Plan B."

Hu Changqing's face was like frost, and he said coldly.