468: Chapter 468 Understanding and Serenity

Lin Yun spent the day to Cultivate, and the nights were passionate; his days were fulfilling and structured.

Su Yingxue wasn't sitting idle on her end either.

While plotting to conquer King Feiyun, Ziyi, and Moli,

information about Zhiyi and Qinghuan was also dug up bit by bit.

Fei Xue, Feiying, Ruozao, and Lu Shan, the newly married sisters, had stayed in Lingyuan Empire City for a long time and had extensive connections.

After many twists and turns, they finally managed to figure out the general background of the two.

Zhiyi was the beloved daughter of the president of the Wansheng Chamber of Commerce.

The Wansheng Chamber of Commerce ranked in the top ten in Lingyuan Empire City, with businesses spread all over the Empire and immense financial resources.

As the president's daughter, Zhiyi had lived in luxury since childhood, raising her to be as gentle and soft as water.

She excelled in the zither, go, calligraphy, and painting; her temperament was calm and serene, and she rarely showed her face in public.

According to those who had seen her, the young lady was extremely beautiful, with a warm and gentle temperament, like a pool of lake water ruffled by the spring breeze.

Her Realm was not quite top-tier; she was in her sixties and had reached Fifth-Order Perfection.

But among the younger generation of Lingyuan Empire City, she was already quite outstanding.

Qinghuan was the daughter of the master of the Jidao Martial Arts Hall.

The Jidao Martial Arts Hall was one of the largest martial arts halls in Lingyuan Empire City, and the master himself was a powerhouse at the Seventh Order Completion, rumored to be not far from the Eighth Order.

Qinghuan grew up in the martial arts hall since she was a child, possessing high martial arts skills and a crisp, straightforward personality.

She liked swift gratitude and grudges, and disliked those winding, roundabout social occasions.

Word had it that she was over two thousand years old, and her strength was likewise at the Seventh Order Completion, even a bit stronger than her father's.

She was heroic and dashing, with a sharp edge between her brows and eyes that did not lose to men.

Completely different from Zhiyi's gentle and watery style, one was like a spring breeze and the other like a swift blade.

In the living room, everyone sat around together, with two phantom images outlined through memory placed in front of them.

On the left was Zhiyi, wearing a light cyan long dress, with long hair reaching her waist, soft brows and eyes, standing there quietly.

On the right was Qinghuan, wearing moon-white athletic wear, with clear and cold brows and eyes, an upright posture, and carrying an Aura of natural majesty.

Qiao Feifei propped her hands on the edge of the table, her gaze sweeping back and forth over the two phantom images several times:

"They're both good-looking."

"One is gentle, the other is dashing; each has her own flavor."

Wu Qingya took over the conversation:

"Then which one should we start with first?"

Su Yingxue sat in the main seat, her fingertips tapping lightly on the tabletop as she thought for a moment:

"I'm inclined to conquer Zhiyi first."

"Why is that?"

Zhao Muyi asked; she was more inclined to conquer Qinghuan first.

Among the sisters, there weren't many dashing women.

Now that someone with such a heroic posture had appeared, of course she had to be conquered at the first opportunity.

Su Yingxue began to analyze with reason and evidence:

"Zhiyi is young, only in her sixties, with a Realm at Fifth-Order Perfection. Although her talent is good, she hasn't reached the sixth order yet."

"Her Family does business; businessmen value profit and also look to the long term."

"Husband is forty-eight years old this year, at Sixth Order Completion, with the talent of a Prodigy, and it's a nailed-on certainty that he will reach the ninth order in the future."

"To the Wansheng Chamber of Commerce, this is a sure-win long-term investment."

"As long as we go to propose marriage, eighty percent of the time they will fully facilitate it."

Lin Qianxi nodded on the side:

"Makes sense. Businessmen are best at calculating accounts; for them, this marriage has far more advantages than disadvantages."

Su Yingxue continued:

"Over on Qinghuan's side, the difficulty is much greater."

"She is over two thousand years old, at Seventh Order Completion, a whole major Realm higher than Husband."

"Her Family runs a martial arts hall, and the whole Family consists of Martial Artists, who view strength and Realm extremely heavily."

"Husband is only at the sixth order right now. Although his talent is good, he hasn't grown up yet after all."

"In their eyes, he might not be qualified yet."

Zhao Yiyi rested her chin on the back of her hand:

"Then let's put Qinghuan aside for now and take down Zhiyi first!"

Unlike her older sister Zhao Muyi, she also felt it was better to conquer Zhiyi first.

Everyone started discussing eagerly and spiritedly.

That night when Lin Yun came out of the Cultivate room, Su Yingxue greeted him at the very first moment.

She recounted the information she had gathered word for word, and explained her own analysis.

After listening, Lin Yun looked at her somewhat surprised:

"Then how do you plan to create an encounter with Zhiyi?"

Su Yingxue gave a chuckle, the corners of her eyes curving slightly with an uncontrollable little smugness:

"This time we won't take the conventional path."

Lin Yun's curiosity was piqued by her expression, thinking she had figured out some exquisite trump card.

As a result, Su Yingxue cheerfully spat out a few words:

"I plan to directly invite a matchmaker to come over and propose marriage."

Lin Yun was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help laughing dumbfoundedly.

He reached out and pinched Su Yingxue's cheek, his tone a mix of helplessness and pampering:

"You, oh you."

Su Yingxue didn't dodge even with her cheek being pinched; instead, she raised her head and explained righteously:

"Although the Wansheng Chamber of Commerce is a top-ten trading firm in Lingyuan Empire, the highest Realm of their Family's Old Ancestor is only at the eighth order."

"For these years they have always wanted to build relations with titled king-tier powerhouses, but they've only been superficial acquaintances."

"Although Zhiyi has a special Physique, favored and anticipated by her Family, it is still extremely difficult for a special Physique to reach a ninth-order titled king."

"If we go over to propose marriage and they know it's you, Husband..."

Su Yingxue looked at him with sparkling eyes:

"With Husband your talent and performance, as long as there are no accidents midway, becoming a ninth-order titled king in the future is a nailed-on certainty."

"And not only will you be ninth-order, you will definitely be a powerhouse among titled kings."

"With such a thick thigh actively delivering itself to their door, they will definitely facilitate it with all their might."

After listening, Lin Yun fell silent for a few breaths, not knowing what to say.

He indeed had absolute confidence in being able to reach the ninth order.

With the System in hand, marrying a wife and having children makes him stronger, and a Breakthrough is only a matter of time.

Yet Su Yingxue's words were stated so matter-of-factly, leaving no room for the other party to bargain at all.

As if as long as the matchmaker visited, Zhiyi was destined to marry over.

Looking at her full-of-confidence appearance, he couldn't help smiling and shaking his head:

"Are you so sure they will agree?"

Su Yingxue blinked:

"It's pretty much a sure thing."

"By then, find a reliable matchmaker, make the words sound nicer, and send thicker gifts."

"Even if they want to refuse, they have to weigh things carefully."

"Refusing a marriage proposal from a future ninth-order titled king—isn't that obviously offending someone?"

Lin Yun was left completely speechless by her words.

Looking at her, he ultimately only raised his hand to rub her head:

"Alright, you have the final say."

That night, the light in the master bedroom shone for the entire night once more.

Su Yingxue's "proposal visit" plan made Lin Yun extra energetic.

The other women were also driven by that surge of excitement.

Chasing after each other, they made a commotion all night long.

The little one Qiao Shiyu snuggled in Lin Yun's arms, muttering vaguely:

"When we marry Zhiyi back... we will..."

The second half of her sentence was blocked back by warm lips.

She blinked twice and simply stopped talking.

Candle flames flickered, reflecting the cluttered figures all over the room.

Laughter and low moans intertwined, continuing endlessly in the night.

Until the horizon turned pale like a fish belly, that lamp finally went out.

When the door of the master bedroom opened again, sunlight had already spilled in through the windows.

Wansheng Chamber of Commerce, Zhiyi.

A matchmaker comes to propose marriage.

Lin Yun wanted to see what kind of scene it would be by then.