42: Chapter 42 Past Events, the Jiang Family's Simply Marriage Contract!

Li Yuan was a crafty, old fox of a man.

Upon hearing this, he immediately scrambled up from the ground and bowed toward the sky.

Then, he cleared his throat, his voice suddenly raised an octave, echoing throughout the entire venue.

"Reporting to This Divine Son!"

"It is no wonder you do not remember. After all, our Qin Family keeps thousands of spirit pets; how could you possibly remember every little thing?"

Li Yuan's face was full of sycophancy as he glanced sideways at Jiang Yutong in the air, speaking with a sarcastic, mocking tone.

"As for this Jiang Family engagement, that was a matter from two hundred years ago."

"Back then, the Jiang Family Old Ancestor caused trouble in a forbidden zone and was nearly wiped out. He knelt outside our mountain gate for three days and three nights, begging our old Family Head to intervene."

"After the Qin Family settled the matter, the Jiang Family, wanting to latch onto a powerful backer, insisted on promising one of their female kin to us in the future."

"At that time, the old Family Head was annoyed by their pestering and just casually agreed to it."

Speaking of this, Li Yuan chuckled.

"Who would have known that this casual agreement would be treated by the Jiang Family as their lifeline."

"For these past two hundred years, they have used the banner of being the Qin Family's in-laws to reap quite a few benefits outside."

"And this Jiang Yutong is precisely the female kin the Jiang Family put forward."

"If you ask me, this is like a stubborn plaster; once it sticks, it is hard to peel off."

Li Yuan's words were not only loud but also amplified by a sound-enhancing technique, making them clearly audible for a hundred miles around.

This was no engagement. It was clearly just a case of a self-indulgent simp!

"You... you are lying!"

Jiang Yutong was furious, her face instantly turning the color of a liver, her whole body trembling.

Having her Family's fig leaf torn off in public, she felt that all the gazes directed at her were filled with mockery and disdain.

That burning sense of shame made her wish she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"Lying?"

A Qin Family elder snorted coldly, his walking stick striking the ground heavily.

"Every word Li Yuan said is recorded in the Family genealogy!"

"The mere Jiang Family, who begged for protection by wagging their tails like dogs back then. Now, not only do they fail to show gratitude, but they even bring an outsider here to break off the engagement and humiliate my Qin Family?"

"Is this the upbringing of your Jiang Family?"

Facing the accusation of everyone, the arrogance on Wang Teng's face began to falter.

He let out a cold shout, his Aura suddenly erupting.

Roar!

The carriage pulled by nine golden Dragons let out an earth-shaking roar, forcefully suppressing the discussions in the plaza.

"Enough!"

Wang Teng's gaze was condescending as he shielded Jiang Yutong, taking on an air of supreme dominance.

"I do not care about past matters."

"I only know that the current Yutong is my woman."

"It is said that a wise bird chooses its tree to roost in."

"Yutong has outstanding talent and is beautiful as a flower."

"In this world, only a Prodigy with Great Emperor Aptitude like me is worthy of her."

As he spoke, he glanced with extreme contempt at Qin Yu's loose sleeping robe.

"As for you, Qin Yu, a playboy who only knows how to act tough within his own nest."

"What right do you have to delay Yutong's bright future?"

"Since everything has been laid out, bring out the marriage certificate."

"Today, the Qin Family must break off this engagement, whether they want to or not!"

These words were spoken with overwhelming dominance. Combined with the magnificent divine light emanating from him, those who did not know better might have thought a young Great Emperor had descended to the mortal world.

Jiang Yutong's eyes reddened with emotion. She looked at the back shielding her with eyes full of adoration, feeling she had chosen the right person for this life.

Seeing the two of them like this, Qin Yu could not help but find it amusing.

This Child of Destiny. Is he really this chuunibyou and hot-blooded?

He really has to follow that entire script, huh? In that case, I will play along with you!

"Clap, clap, clap."

Qin Yu casually stuck his war halberd into the jade floor and clapped lightly.

"Great Emperor Aptitude?"

"Wang Teng, did you eat feces and forget to rinse your mouth? Your breath is so foul."

He shifted his gaze to Jiang Yutong. A playful arc curled at the corner of his mouth:

"Jiang Yutong, is it?"

"You think you are very noble?"

"You think I, Qin Yu, am a playboy?"

Jiang Yutong bit her lip. Although afraid, relying on Wang Teng's backing, she still braced herself and shouted:

"That's right! Brother Wang Teng and I are in love!"

"Unlike you, who only knows how to rely on Family background to throw your weight around, I despise you!"

"Very good."

Qin Yu laughed. He suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

"Yue Li, come here."

Hum!

The air shimmered slightly. Han Yueli, dressed in a black gauze dress, appeared behind Qin Yu, no one knew when.

She was not wearing a veil. That face, so beautiful it made the heavens and earth lose their color, was exposed to the air.

The crimson Slave Seal on her forehead did not ruin her beauty; instead, it added a touch of bewitching charm.

Even just standing there quietly, that innate temperament, a blend of cold detachment and allure, instantly silenced the entire venue.

In comparison, Jiang Yutong's self-righteous beauty was like a roadside wildflower meeting a blooming peony; it instantly became dim and lackluster, incredibly tacky.

"Divine Son."

Han Yueli stepped forward obediently and gently straightened Qin Yu's slightly messy collar. Her movements were gentle, her eyes lingering.

That submissive appearance made the eyes of countless male Cultivators below go wide.

This is the Saintess of the Blissful Demon Abyss! And now she is acting like a little wife?

Qin Yu reached out to lift Han Yueli's chin, looked at Jiang Yutong, and said indifferently:

"She is Han Yueli, recognized as one of the top three beauties in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths."

"She is also the Saintess of the Blissful Demon Abyss. Whether it is talent, appearance, or status,"

"in what way is she not a hundred times better than you?"

Jiang Yutong's face turned pale, and she subconsciously took a step back. In front of such a peerless beauty, her confidence as a girl of a minor Family instantly collapsed.

"Yet even she,"

Qin Yu's voice suddenly turned cold, carrying a bone-chilling frost:

"in my Qin Family, is only fit to be a maid who serves tea and pours water."

"Where do you get the confidence to think that This Divine Son would fancy you, when you are just a simp engagement obtained by your ancestors kowtowing and begging?"

A simp engagement! These words were too vicious. They were like a slap heavily struck across Jiang Yutong's face, crushing her pitiful self-esteem into pieces.

"A maid?"

Jiang Yutong looked at Han Yueli in disbelief. A dignified Demon Sect Saintess, acting as a maid for someone? Is this Qin Yu crazy?

What made her even more devastated was that, upon hearing this, Han Yueli not only did not get angry, but instead showed a smile of honor and said softly:

"Being able to serve the Divine Son is a blessing Yue Li has cultivated over several lifetimes."

This follow-up blow was simply fatal.

Pfft!

Jiang Yutong felt a sweetness in her throat, and a mouthful of old blood nearly sprayed out.

Others consider being a maid a blessing, yet I took the engagement as a mandate and came to break it off? I am the clown!

"Enough, Qin Yu! Do not humiliate Yutong!"

Seeing his beloved humiliated, Wang Teng was furious.

"Even if you have some background, so what?"

"In this world, it ultimately depends on your fists!"

"Where is the marriage certificate? Bring it out immediately!"

The Aura of a Half-step God King erupted from his body. That blurry phantom of a Great Emperor appeared behind him, as if it were about to suppress the heavens.