235: Chapter 235 Marriage Alliance

"That guy surnamed Wang actually has a conscience; he knew to give a healing Medicinal Pill." Ancestor Ye Rongming's resentment toward Elder Wang would not dissipate for a while.

At the same time, deep down, his understanding of the Martial King powerhouses in the East Sea Province became more profound; the strength of their Foundation, the marvelousness of their Cultivation Technique, and the excellence of their Comprehension Ability were incomparable to the Martial Kings of the counties below.

Initially, he had been somewhat proud of breaking through to the Middle Stage of the Martial King Realm, but now it seemed that in front of true powerhouses, he was merely a larger ant.

"Let's go, follow me to the Zhao Family; don't let the beauty wait too long." Seeing that Ye Yisong had temporarily stabilized his injuries, Ancestor Ye Rongming accelerated his flight speed and headed straight for the Zhao Family territory in the east of the city.

"Old Ancestor, please stop teasing me." Ye Yisong's face flushed slightly, whether from shyness or the strain of his injuries, it was unclear.

"Hahaha, men should marry when they grow up, and women should marry when they reach age. When I was your age, my children were already born." To increase his persuasiveness, Ancestor Ye Rongming began to lie through his teeth.

Everyone in the Ye Family knew that the Old Ancestor, Ye Rongming, was an old virgin. At over four hundred years old, he had probably never even touched a woman's hand.

"Yes, Old Ancestor is wise." Ye Yisong only dared to chuckle to himself; he dared not expose the old man, otherwise, he would inevitably receive a sound beating.

The greatest love the Ye Family members had for their children was to personally give them a beating.

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"A tiny county-level Family, yet they have such airs, actually making us wait for an hour." Zhao Fengkun picked up his wine cup, drained it in one gulp, slammed it heavily onto the table, and let out a cold snort of dissatisfaction.

"Uncle Kun, please calm down; perhaps they were delayed by something." Zhao Zuoxiang immediately refilled the wine cup and smiled apologetically.

"Younger Brother Kun, if you have business, you may leave first. When that young man from the Ye Family arrives, I will notify you to come over." Zhao Fenghua, who had been clutching a circular disk and seemingly engraving something, said indifferently without raising his head.

"Hmph, don't think you can send me away. I want to see just how outstanding this Ye Family brat is to be worth you, Brother Hua, personally recruiting him as a son-in-law." Zhao Fengkun was still brooding over the matter from years ago. Upon hearing that the Ye Family brat was coming, he had come uninvited, sat down, and even after waiting for an hour, he was unwilling to leave.

Three years ago, Zhao Fengkun had accepted great benefits and personally visited to ask for the hand of Zhao Fenghua's granddaughter, Zhao Qingxue, for one of his cousins, but he had been met with a closed door.

This caused Zhao Fengkun to lose face in front of his cousin, and to this day, he still could not let it go.

"They are here."

Zhao Zuoxiang stood on the mountaintop, watching the three figures slowly ascending the mountain, and said with pleasant surprise.

This time, the person leading the way for Ye Yisong and Ancestor Ye Rongming was still that same elderly man in brocade robes surnamed Duan. Just as the two arrived at the entrance of the Zhao Mansion and before they could present their calling card, the old man came out to greet them, clearly there specifically for them.

"Master Kun is also here with the Fifth Master today; you two should be careful." On the way, the elderly man in brocade robes whispered a reminder, and afterward, he did not say another word, just kept his head down and hurried along.

"Many thanks, Deacon Duan." Ye Yisong suddenly leaned in closer and secretly slipped a gourd of century-old Monkey Wine into the old man's sleeve.

The old man did not refuse and directly accepted the wine gourd.

There's a chance!

Seeing this, Ye Yisong's brow twitched slightly; it was not easy to find an information Breakthrough in this vast Zhao Mansion.

Although he knew the information the old man surnamed Duan told them was definitely information the Zhao Family wanted them to know, and he would never dare to leak information privately, it still helped Ye Yisong and the others a great deal.

"Uncle Zhao, Brother Zhao." Ancestor Ye Rongming walked quickly a few steps and greeted them with cupped fists.

"This is my Uncle Kun." Zhao Zuoxiang first introduced the old man sitting to the side, who was wearing a fiery red robe.

"Greetings, Elder Zhao." Ancestor Ye Rongming and Ye Yisong paid their respects to Zhao Fengkun again, no longer as relaxed as before.

"Brat, come here and let me take a look. Who did this, daring to injure my Zhao Family's son-in-law?" Zhao Fenghua beckoned to Ye Yisong and called him over.

"You've actually injured your Divine Soul. Who did it?" Zhao Fenghua asked angrily, turning his head to glance at Zhao Fengkun beside him.

"Brother Hua, don't look at me; this definitely wasn't me." Zhao Fengkun immediately waved his hands in denial.

"Grandpa Zhao, I accidentally injured it while taking the assessment at Yuelai Pavilion." Seeing that the atmosphere among the three Zhao Family members was off, Ye Yisong immediately explained the ins and outs of the matter. "It's nothing serious; it will be fine after a few days of rest."

"Nonsense, how can this not be serious? The Divine Soul is the fundamental guarantee for a Martial Artist to break through to a higher Realm; how can you treat it as a trifle?" Zhao Fenghua reprimanded him lightly, then turned to blame Ancestor Ye Rongming. "How are you taking care of people as an Old Ancestor? To let an outsider bully your own clansman right in front of you."

"Uncle Zhao, the Zhao Family has great wealth and power, naturally you don't mind, but how could I, with my small stature, dare to act recklessly at Yuelai Pavilion?" Ancestor Ye Rongming said with a bitter smile.

At that time, facing the three of them—Wang, Su, and Elder Jiang—it felt as if he were being targeted by two Vicious Beasts; he was still fearful even now. Even the weakest one, Elder Jiang, exerted pressure that could not be underestimated.

"Small families just can't handle big stages." Seeing that the misunderstanding had been cleared up, Zhao Fengkun puffed himself up again. "What kind of assessment could actually cause such an injury?"

"That's right, does one need an assessment to buy things at Yuelai Pavilion now?" Zhao Zuoxiang asked, puzzled.

"It was the assessment for a Third-Class Guest Elder," Ye Yisong replied.

"Yuelai Pavilion? Third-Class Guest Elder? Just you?" Zhao Fengkun looked at the boy in front of him, who was as thin as a chick, with an expression of disbelief.

As one of the Four Great Families of the East Sea, the Zhao Family only had three clansmen who had entered Yuelai Pavilion to serve as Third-Class Guest Elders, and one of them had even used a backdoor connection.

What virtue or ability did this brat Ye Yisong have to be able to serve as a Third-Class Guest Elder of Yuelai Pavilion?

"Did you succeed?" Zhao Fenghua asked with concern.

Ye Yisong nodded slightly and took out the token representing his identity from his bosom.

Hiss!

"Good child." Zhao Fenghua laughed heartily a few times, gently patted Ye Yisong's small head, and the more he looked at him, the more pleased he was.

"Take this tiger soul soul-nurturing pill and recover your injuries quickly. Don't leave behind any hidden dangers that might affect your martial arts Foundation."

"Grandpa Zhao, this gift is too valuable; I cannot accept it. I already have..." Ye Yisong quickly declined. With the Zhao Family's background, a little investigation would reveal that Ye Yisong had already obtained one tiger soul soul-nurturing pill.

To lose the trust of the Zhao Family for the sake of one Medicinal Pill was not what a wise person would do.

"Sigh, do not decline. It is just one Medicinal Pill." Zhao Fenghua interrupted what Ye Yisong wanted to say afterward and said magnanimously.

"Grandpa Zhao, I really have one myself." Ye Yisong helplessly took out the black box and informed him that Elder Wang of Yuelai Pavilion had gifted him one tiger soul soul-nurturing pill to help him recover from his injuries.

"If I give it to you, take it; do not stand on ceremony with me." Zhao Fenghua's mouth twitched, but since he had already given it away in front of so many people, he was too embarrassed to take it back. He closed his eyes and pushed it forward; he would just let it be.

"Many thanks, Grandpa Zhao." Having received confirmation from Ancestor Ye Rongming, Ye Yisong finally accepted the Medicinal Pill. What a mess this had turned into.

"Now that this matter is settled, it is time to talk about the marriage between the two of them, right?" Zhao Zuoxiang had been watching the two of them push and pull for quite a while, and having long been impatient, he directly pointed out the purpose of Ancestor Ye Rongming and Ye Yisong's visit.

"I just don't know what betrothal gifts Brother Ye has brought to ask for the hand of the beauty of my Zhao Mansion."