3: Chapter 3 The Guardian of the Lin Family, a Mature and Sophisticated Woman, Wen Yan

The two of them arrived at the dining room.

An elderly man with white hair but a spirited gaze sat upright in the head seat.

It was Lin Yun's grandfather.

Grandfather Lin Zhentian.

To Lin Yun's surprise, another woman with a unique aura was sitting on the other side of the table—Wen Yan, the guardian deity of the Lin family.

“Grandfather, Auntie Wen.” Lin Yun led Su Yingxue into the dining room and bowed respectfully.

Su Yingxue followed suit, but her gaze was drawn toward Wen Yan.

This guardian deity of the Lin family looked to be only twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.

Her long black hair was tied into a crisp high ponytail, revealing a smooth forehead and exquisite features.

She had heroic eyebrows, a high bridge to her nose, and rosy lips; her overall profile was well-defined yet retained feminine softness.

The most eye-catching thing about her was her figure.

Even though she was wearing a tightly wrapped, loose black training uniform, her amazing curves still couldn't be hidden.

Her chest was full and firm, her waist was as slender as a willow, and even while sitting, one could see the tight, powerful lines of her hips and legs.

Her entire being exuded the powerful aura of a mature 'Big Sister' type, being both valiant and heroically charming.

Lin Yun glanced at the System panel:

【Name: Wen Yan】

【Cultivation: Second-Rank Perfection】

【Beauty Rating: 92】

【Martial Arts Talent: Profound Grade Medium Grade】

【System Rating: Profound Grade High Grade】

A Profound Grade High Grade rating!

Lin Yun sighed inwardly!

This was the highest rating he had seen so far.

Although her beauty score of 92 wasn't as high as Su Yingxue's, with her Second-Rank Perfection cultivation and Profound Grade Medium Grade Martial Arts Talent, her overall rating was naturally higher.

Lin Yun remembered the first "foolish thing" he did after obtaining the System.

He had rushed excitedly to the training room to find Wen Yan and blurted out that he wanted to marry her.

As a result, Wen Yan had tossed him out like a little chick.

“Little guy, your hair hasn't even grown in yet, and you're already learning how to propose?”

Wen Yan had leaned against the doorframe then, looking at him with a half-smile.

“Wait until the day you can defeat me, then we'll talk.”

That was three days ago.

Thinking about it now, Lin Yun's face still felt a bit hot.

He had indeed been too impulsive back then, and he had underestimated the difficulty of the System's tasks.

“Yun'er, Yingxue, come sit down.”

Grandfather Lin Zhentian greeted them with a smile; his voice was aged but full of vigor.

Lin Yun pulled Su Yingxue to sit down beside his grandfather.

The old man carefully observed his granddaughter-in-law, looking more satisfied the more he looked:

“Good, good! My Yun'er is blessed to have married such a beautiful girl.”

As he spoke, he took an ancient wooden box from his robes and pushed it in front of Su Yingxue:

“This is a meeting gift from Grandfather. Open it and see.”

Su Yingxue looked at Lin Yun somewhat helplessly; seeing him nod, she carefully opened the wooden box.

Inside the box lay a yellowed ancient book with three elegant characters written on the cover—Water Cloud Art.

Grandfather Lin Zhentian explained:

“This is a Yellow Grade High Grade Channeling Formula, the Water Cloud Art. It's suitable for Martial Artists with water attributes or a feminine Physique to Cultivate.”

“I heard that you follow a feminine path, Yingxue, so this Cultivation Technique should suit you.”

Su Yingxue sucked in a breath of cold air.

A Yellow Grade High Grade Channeling Formula!

This was worth at least tens of millions on the market, and often, it was something money couldn't even buy!

Even though the Lin family was wealthy, such a gift was far too precious.

“Grandfather, this is too valuable, I can't accept it,” Su Yingxue quickly declined.

Grandfather Lin Zhentian waved his hand: “Take it, we're all family now. This Channeling Formula would just gather dust in the armory anyway; it's rare to find someone suitable to Cultivate it.”

Lin Yun leaned into Su Yingxue's ear and whispered, “Accept it, it's Grandfather's wish. If you don't, he'll be unhappy instead.”

Only then did Su Yingxue accept the wooden box with a blushing face, standing up to bow: “Thank you, Grandfather.”

“Good, good, good!”

“Quick, sit down and eat.”

Grandfather Lin Zhentian said "good" three times in a row, the wrinkles on his face smoothing out.

Lin Yun knew why his grandfather was so happy.

A ninety-year-old man who had built the Lin family's foundation from scratch, only to suffer the blows of his son and daughter-in-law being murdered and his grandson having no hope in martial arts.

Although he had always supported Lin Yun's training, how could he not hope in his heart for Lin Yun to marry early and carry on the family line?

When the Martial Arts College Entrance Exam ended and Lin Yun suddenly changed his mind, saying he wanted to marry and have children, his grandfather was so happy he almost stood up from his wheelchair.

Yes, Grandfather Lin Zhentian usually needed a wheelchair; today, he had specially changed into formal wear and insisted on sitting in a chair just to meet his granddaughter-in-law.

“Kid, what about this one?”

Wen Yan suddenly spoke, her voice cool with a hint of laziness.

Only then did Lin Yun react, quickly leading Su Yingxue to Wen Yan and bowing respectfully: “Hello, Auntie Wen~”

Su Yingxue also bowed: “Hello, Auntie Wen.”

Wen Yan looked at the newlywed couple with interest, her gaze lingering on Su Yingxue for a moment before nodding:

“Truly a beauty in the making; no wonder you suddenly saw the light.”

As she spoke, she took a beautifully bound notebook from her robes and handed it to Su Yingxue:

“This is a small gift for you as a couple.”

“I heard from Lin Yun that you intend to continue on the path of martial arts. Although he has no use for this thing, it's very suitable for you.”

Lin Yun's eyes lit up—that was Wen Yan's martial arts insights!

The cultivation insights of a Second-Rank Perfection Martial Artist were worth even more than a Yellow Grade High Grade Channeling Formula!

This was a truly priceless Legacy of experience!

“Hurry and thank Auntie Wen!”

Lin Yun took Su Yingxue's small hand and received the notebook.

Although Su Yingxue didn't know how precious these notes were, seeing Lin Yun's reaction, she understood they were extraordinary and quickly bowed:

“Thank you, Auntie Wen.”

Seeing his eager look, Wen Yan couldn't help but tease:

“Look at how desperate you are. The notes are for Yingxue; you have no Martial Arts Talent, so reading them would be a waste of time anyway.”

If this had been said before, Lin Yun might have been secretly saddened.

But it was different now; he had Yellow Grade Medium Grade talent and the System backing him—his future was promising.

“Auntie Wen, does what you said before still count?”

Lin Yun suddenly asked.

Wen Yan raised an eyebrow: “Oh? What words?”

Lin Yun looked directly into Wen Yan's eyes:

“You said it before—if I can defeat you one day, you'll marry me.”

“Do you still stand by those words?”

As soon as these words came out, the dining room fell silent.

The chopsticks in Grandfather Lin Zhentian's hand stopped, and a flash of complex emotion crossed his eyes.

How could he not also wish for his grandson to marry Wen Yan?

If Wen Yan could marry into the Lin family, then the Lin family would be the richest in Jiang City for the next three or four hundred, or even eight hundred years.

An ordinary person's lifespan ends at a hundred; a First-Stage Martial Artist has a minimum of two hundred.

A Second-Rank Martial Artist has four hundred, and a Third-Rank has eight hundred.

Wen Yan was already at Second-Rank Perfection and was still young; she was virtually 100% certain to Breakthrough to the Third-Rank.

Su Yingxue looked at Lin Yun in surprise, then at Wen Yan, her small mouth hanging slightly open.

Wen Yan was stunned for a moment, then she let out a light laugh:

“You kid, you still haven't given up? Saying you want to marry another woman right in front of your wife on the second day of your marriage?”

Lin Yun's expression remained unchanged: “In this world, the strong are respected; isn't it normal to marry several wives? Besides, I said 'if'—if I can defeat you.”

Wen Yan stood up, looking down at Lin Yun.

She was nearly 1.75 meters tall, and with ten-centimeter high heels, she was almost at eye level with Lin Yun.

The black training uniform tightened slightly with her movements, outlining soul-stirring curves.

A playful smile curled at the corner of Wen Yan's mouth.

“Fine.”

“I, Wen Yan, am a woman of my word. If you really can defeat me, what harm is there in me marrying you? The question is—”

She reached out a finger and lightly tapped Lin Yun's chest: “Can you do it?”

That finger seemed to tap lightly, but it contained powerful force; Lin Yun only felt his chest tighten, and he retreated two steps before steadying himself.

A Second-Rank Perfection Martial Artist... truly terrifying!

Su Yingxue quickly supported Lin Yun, her gaze toward Wen Yan gaining a few more points of awe.

“Don't worry, Auntie Wen, I will work hard.”

Lin Yun steadied himself and spoke seriously.

Wen Yan sat back down and picked up her chopsticks:

“Then we'll talk once you've done it. Now, let's eat.”