30: Saintess vs. Lazybones! An awkward meeting between engaged couples!

Su Chen's scalp tingled from the shock of Su Qi's sudden change in demeanor.

Every hair on his body stood on end.

He looked at the old man before him. One second ago, the man wanted to hang him up and beat him; now, he was clutching Su Chen's trouser leg, weeping with snot and tears, calling him "Qilin Son" over and over. Su Chen felt waves of revulsion.

[Holy crap! Has this old man suffered a Qi Deviation?]

[I just tricked that Demoness until she was crippled. Is it really worth getting this worked up?]

[And your snot! It's about to rub off on my pants! This is Thousand-Year Spirit Silkworm Silk, a custom-made manual edition, very expensive!]

Su Chen tried to pull his leg back with a deadpan expression, but he found that Su Qi was gripping it tight.

That strength was like a fanatical believer afraid their idol would undergo Ascension on the spot.

"Alright, alright, Seventh Elder, let go first. It's not that big a deal, mind your decorum."

Su Chen spoke with a face full of disdain, but inside, he was secretly enjoying it.

Being worshipped with such near-pilgrimage gazes by a group of old monsters who had lived for countless tens of thousands of years... this feeling... was so damn good!

It was even better than a Breakthrough to the Saint Realm!

It was ten thousand times better than obtaining the Great Void Technique!

Is this the ultimate pleasure of acting cool?

I love it, I love it. I definitely have to do this more often in the future.

On the surface, however, he maintained that "standard procedure, everyone stay seated" look of exhaustion. He waved his hand at the crowd, his acting having reached the Transcendent level.

"All Old Ancestors, Seventh Elder, don't be so excited."

"Like I said, it's just a trivial matter."

"I just felt that the Seal was a bit loose. I was afraid the Senior inside wouldn't sleep well and it would affect neighborhood harmony, so I came in to help reinforce it."

"Who knew her temper was so explosive that she insisted on coming out for some fresh air."

"Everyone had a calm chat, and now the misunderstanding is resolved. It's all in the past."

Su Chen's tone was casual, as if what he had just experienced wasn't a crisis of clan extermination, but a friendly mediation of a community neighborhood dispute.

But these words, falling into the ears of the Su Family Old Ancestors, once again caused hundred-million-foot-high billows to surge within their Divine Souls!

Reinforcing the Seal?

Misunderstanding resolved?

Listen to that! Is that even humanly possible!

That was the Demon Suppression Altar that even the First Ancestor had a massive headache over! In the mouth of His Highness the Divine Son, it was like a picket fence in his own backyard—he could reinforce it whenever he wanted?

That was the "Fallen Immortal of the Mortal World" that the Su Family had feared for a hundred thousand years!

In the mouth of His Highness the Divine Son, she had become a neighbor lady he could sit down and "chat a bit" with?

Terrifyingly formidable!

The Realm of His Highness the Divine Son was so terrifying that these old fellows who had lived through countless ages couldn't even begin to imagine its boundaries!

Third Ancestor Su Wangu looked at Su Chen's "I'm tired, I want to go home and sleep" expression, and his heart was filled with even more emotion. He looked at the Divine Son as if he were looking at a living deity walking the earth.

Look! What casual elegance! What poise under pressure!

Having achieved such an unprecedented feat, yet viewing it as nothing but passing clouds, without a hint of pride or complacency, his mind only on going back to "rest."

This is the heart of a true powerhouse!

Compared to the Divine Son, their behavior—wanting to announce it to the world and practically carve it on their ancestral graves whenever they had a little merit—was simply laughably childish!

"Ahem."

The Third Ancestor once again solemnly bowed to Su Chen, his tone incredibly sincere:

"Fellow Daoist... no, His Highness the Divine Son's great talent has resolved an eternal hidden danger for my Su Family. This kindness is something we can never forget!"

"From now on, all affairs of the Su Family, high and low, shall be decided by a single word from His Highness the Divine Son! We old fogies will have no objections and will follow the Divine Son's orders as the highest decree!"

The other Old Ancestors also chimed in, expressing their loyalty one after another. Their gazes toward Su Chen were frighteningly fanatical.

"Indeed! If His Highness the Divine Son has any instructions, we will not hesitate even at the cost of ten thousand deaths!"

"That my Su Family can have a Qilin Son like His Highness the Divine Son is truly a blessing from the heavens upon our clan!"

Su Chen listened to this sickening flattery, his heart soaring with joy, but on the surface, he still had to pretend to be "annoyed, stop being so noisy."

"Alright, alright, I get it."

He waved his hand, wanting only to quickly end this awkward and overwhelming commendation ceremony and go back for a nap.

His nerves had been highly strung just now, and now that they were relaxed, he felt waves of exhaustion washing over him like a tide.

However, Su Qi, the "number one Su Chen fan," clearly wasn't prepared to let him go just like that.

Su Qi's eyes darted around as if he had thought of some brilliant idea. He let go of Su Chen's trouser leg and instead grabbed his hand.

He smiled with a face full of flattery, the wrinkles on his face bunching together.

"Chener! My dear Chener!"

"You have achieved such great merit for the Family and resolved this massive disaster. You should also... resolve your own lifelong matter!"

Su Chen's mood, which had just drifted into the clouds due to his successful posturing, went into a free fall with a 'snap' and shattered into pieces.

The smile on his face instantly froze.

[Here we go again! Why has it come back to this topic?!]

[Is this old man possessed? He can't go three sentences without mentioning getting married and having kids, can he? Even a donkey in a production team isn't pushed this hard!]

"Seventh Elder!"

For the first time, Su Chen's tone carried an undisguised coldness and warning.

"My business is none of your concern."

He was very annoyed right now and just wanted to be alone. No one should disturb him.

Who knew that this time, Su Qi would act contrary to his usual behavior? Not only was he not intimidated, but he became even more enthusiastic.

He held onto Su Chen tightly, refusing to let go, his face wearing an "I'm doing this for your own good" expression.

"Chener, listen to me!"

"In the past, it was my fault. I was blind and didn't realize you possessed talent that spans the heavens and earth, so I always felt you should find a powerful Dao Companion to support you in the future."

"But it's different now!"

"With your current heaven-reaching cultivation, who else in this world is worthy of you? That little girl from the Yaochi Holy Land—being able to become Dao Companions with you is a blessing she cultivated over eight lifetimes! It's their Yaochi Holy Land that is climbing high to reach our Su Family!"

"She's waiting in the Elder Hall right now! She's been waiting for you for most of the day!"

"You've resolved the Family's major issue, so you should at least go see her and comfort the young lady! It's called etiquette! Consider it a vacation for yourself, a balance of work and rest!"

Su Qi spoke with spittle flying everywhere, looking like an earnest old matchmaker.

Su Chen felt his head throbbing.

See Ling Qingzhu?

What a joke!

Right now, he only wanted to see the God of Dreams!

Women and such will only affect the speed at which I fall asleep!

He was just about to refuse sternly again—he didn't care about any ancestors, no one was going to delay his sleep!

But when he turned his head, he saw those dozen or so Old Ancestors, all looking at him with incredibly expectant and gossipy eyes.

Those eyes seemed to say:

"Go on, Your Highness, we all support you!"

"Indeed, a hero deserves a beauty, it's only natural!"

"Our Su Family's Qilin Son should also have a Dao Companion! I'm still waiting to hold a great-grandson!"

Su Chen: "..."

He felt like he was being roasted over a fire.

Refusing directly in front of so many Old Ancestors seemed a bit inappropriate.

After all, he had just "saved" the Family. His grand and upright image hadn't even been maintained for more than ten minutes; he couldn't just turn his back on them immediately, could he?

"Sigh..."

Su Chen sighed deeply in his heart, feeling that life was unpredictable and full of twists.

How could being a hero revered by ten thousand people be more exhausting than being a salted fish waiting to die!

He looked at Su Qi's face, which was practically screaming "come with me," and then at the expectant eyes of the group of popcorn-eating Old Ancestors. Finally, he could only nod helplessly.

His voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Fine, fine, I'll go for one meeting."

"But it's agreed: just one meeting. I'll leave after saying a few words."

"Great! Chener, don't you worry!"

Upon hearing this, Su Qi was instantly overjoyed. He pulled Su Chen along as if he were holding a rare treasure, fearing he might run away, and flew half-willingly toward the Elder Hall... The Su Family Elder Hall.

The atmosphere was solemn yet carried a hint of subtle silence.

Ling Qingzhu sat quietly in the hall, dressed in white.

Her cold and ethereal temperament complemented the ancient and majestic surroundings, like a snow lotus blooming atop a divine mountain, holy and inviolable.

From the moment she arrived at the Su Family, several of the Su Family's presiding Elders had been extremely polite to her. Their words and actions all showed their satisfaction.

After all, she was the Saintess of the Yaochi Holy Land, a once-in-ten-thousand-years genius. Whether in appearance, temperament, cultivation, or speech, she was perfect.

Paired with their Su Family's "unfathomably deep" Divine Son, they were simply a match made in heaven.

On the surface, Ling Qingzhu handled the Elders' pleasantries, but her fingers holding the spirit tea never touched her lips; her heart was already in a state of immense turmoil.

She had come.

Bringing her "spoils of war" and her "achievements," she had come to this man's home.

She had already thought it through.

When she saw Su Chen later, she would take out Qin Feng's severed arm and that Poisonous Needle.

She wanted to use facts to tell him that she, Ling Qingzhu, was no longer that "silly, white, sweet" girl who could be manipulated at will!

Just as she was repeatedly rehearsing her speech in her mind.

Outside the hall, a flurry of footsteps was heard, along with the Seventh Elder's slightly fawning and excited voice.

"Chener, slow down, slow down, don't be in a hurry... it's just ahead..."

He's here!

Ling Qingzhu's heart skipped a beat.

She subconsciously straightened her back, striving to maintain a calm expression on her cold face.

Her eyes were lowered, as if she were focused on admiring the mist rising from her teacup.

But her jade-like hands, slightly curled on her knees, and her long, trembling eyelashes still betrayed her inner lack of peace.

She looked up toward the entrance of the great hall.

A figure that haunted her dreams, one she both loved and hated, finally appeared in her sight, "escorted" by the Seventh Elder.