At this time, Yang Jian suddenly realized that he had truly underestimated the appeal of the word cultivator to mortals.
Although the Marquis of Shangde didn't mention immortal medicines, immortal pills, or immortal arts, he was even more direct. In front of him, the Marquis of Shangde acted as if he wanted to cancel the engagement with the prince, and actually used his precious daughter's marriage to win over Yang Jian …
The Marquis had previously supported three 'cultivators' in the manor, and on the day of the banquet, these three 'cultivators' had sat even closer to the front than the prince.
After Yang Jian entered the manor, he could clearly feel that there was some sort of formation built throughout the manor that seemed to have the effect of gathering spirit. It was obvious that the Marquis had spent a great deal of effort.
Such a secular marquis who was infatuated with the Immortal Dao and yearned for cultivation. One definitely couldn't just see his heroic side.
Yang Jian wasn't an idiot. How could he not understand the intricacies of this place?
The Marquis of Shangde might be a good person, but his intentions were a bit too fervent, to the point of discussing marriage …
In the end, Yang Jian could only smile awkwardly.
If he was a normal cultivator, perhaps he could give this Marquis some benefits, but he only cultivated the Eight-Nine Arcane Art and only had a bit of strength in his body. What could he give this Marquis?
Yang Jian felt a bit regretful.
If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have made this trip. He would have gone elsewhere to see if there were any places to practice martial arts.
But now that things had come to this, Yang Jian could only brace himself and sit there, thinking about how to extricate himself.
The Marquis of Shangde issued three orders in a row. Servant girls and guards immediately went to notify the various factions.
Yang Jian looked a bit gloomy at the Marquis of Shangde.
The middle-aged man, who was patting his shoulder with a meaningful gaze, asked kindly, "What's the matter?
"Brother Yang, where are you from? How many family members do you have? "
"Uncle, perhaps you've misunderstood."
"Hey, what did Uncle misunderstand? I know you're thin-skinned. No matter, no matter. " The uncle's expression suddenly became very serious. "However, Brother Yang, I'll say this first. I only have this one daughter. Whether this matter succeeds or not, it's up to her to decide."
"I …"
"If she agrees, I, your uncle, will never go back on my word. I will definitely not obstruct you. How about it?"
Yang Jian really didn't know what to say at this time. He looked at the Marquis speechlessly.
However, since he said that he would let his daughter decide for herself, it could be seen that the Marquis really regarded his precious daughter as a treasure.
If it were any other parents, perhaps they would really want to win over Yang Jian, this otherworldly master, and throw out a marriage contract on the spot.
Thinking of this, Yang Jian could not help but smile.
This uncle was also amazing. His temperament was so different from before, yet he could change it so easily. Just a moment ago, he was still a murderous general, but in the next moment, he was actually a pimp for his daughter …
Yang Jian stood up and looked at the Marquis of Shangde with a resolute gaze.
Even though the Marquis of Shangde had been on the battlefield for a long time and had seen all kinds of people in this world, being stared at by this youth's clear eyes made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.
Yang Jian: "I'll just say it. I came to visit today only to ask Uncle to teach me a few moves of martial arts. Apart from that, I have no other request."
The Marquis of Shangde was a little stunned at first. Then he blinked those eyes that seemed to be able to see through the vicissitudes of the world, and then he gave a secretive smile.
This little immortal was afraid of losing face and was unwilling to say such sentimental words.
"Fine, martial arts, martial arts. I'll agree."
Was this a joke? Cultivators all had the ability to fly in the sky and burrow into the earth. Why would they take a liking to these mortal martial arts?
"Come, come, come. Brother Yang, sit down. Let's continue drinking and chatting."
A few black lines hung on Yang Jian's forehead. He was a little speechless as he was once again pulled to sit by the Marquis.
Fine, this Marquis already had a preconceived notion that Yang Jian had come for that young princess with an overwhelming spiritual aura. No matter what Yang Jian said, he would just think that it was an excuse because he was shy.
Yang Jian already had the intention to stand up and leave, but the image of that even more delicate girl in armor suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
He suddenly realized that he didn't seem to be too resistant to this beautiful girl …
No, he was only in this world for the sake of cultivation. How could he do something that would let Little Chan 'er down!
Uh, let Little Chan 'er down?
Could it be that these words had exposed something …
Cough, Yang Jian meant that a sister-in-law who couldn't obtain his little sister's approval definitely wouldn't be able to enter the Yang Family!
That's it! It definitely wasn't … that or something …
"Marquis, Uncle Zhen De, I came here for no other reason than martial arts." Yang Jian stood up. "If Marquis insists, then I can only apologize and leave."
"Hey, hey, hey." The Marquis of Shangde's expression changed and he stopped Yang Jian from the side.
"Brother Yang, why are you doing this?"
Yang Jian was a bit displeased, but he didn't show it. After all, he had also thought things through and had come too hastily.
He stood up and walked towards the door of the hall. The Marquis of Shangde hurriedly pulled him back, but Yang Jian jumped up and his figure shot out over a hundred feet.
"Brother Yang! Immortal! Immortal, wait! "The Marquis of Shangde hurriedly chased after him.
The Marquis of Shangde had just walked around the round table when Yang Jian's figure had already reached the door of the hall. He didn't look back and was about to leap away.
But Yang Jian's figure paused and he turned his head to look to the side. The Marquis of Shangde's eyes immediately lit up with hope. Because if he calculated the time, it was likely that his daughter had already arrived!
She had indeed arrived.
That young princess was wearing a set of heroic armor and was walking quickly along the corridor outside the hall. She seemed to have many things on her mind and her face was flushed red. A maid quietly reminded her to look in front of her. When she looked up, she froze.
It's him?
It's still the same clothes and figure from that day.
He, he seemed to be smiling at me …
The young princess subconsciously stopped in her tracks and stared blankly at the youth standing in the sunlight. She watched as he lightly nodded at her and then leaped up, disappearing in an instant …
"He … left …"
She stared blankly for a long time until she heard some vexed shouts coming from the hall again.
"Little Immortal! Little Immortal, please wait! I really didn't have any other intentions! "
The Marquis of Shangde stumbled out and didn't see that his daughter was at the side. When he realized that Yang Jian had already disappeared, he angrily flung his sleeves and stomped his feet. In an instant, he seemed to have aged a few years.
"Seeking immortals, seeking immortals, seeking immortals is so difficult!"
"If I seek immortal medicine, I will live for hundreds of years!"
"How can seeking immortals be bitter, the dreams of Nanshan break!"
"In the yellow dust and withered bones, how can there be eternal thoughts!"
The Marquis of Shangde beat his chest and stamped his feet. His eyes were misty but there were actually some tears in them. He looked up to the sky and sighed.
"Don't mention my daughter, even if you took my entire family of wives and daughters, I would still be willing to give you a bottle of immortal medicine!"
The dazed young princess at the side paled and took a few unsteady steps back. Her eyes were filled with tears and she shook her head continuously, feeling like she was dreaming.
Finally, she turned and ran away, not saying anything.
And the shouts of the maids also allowed the Marquis of Shangde to see the back of his daughter. This suddenly aged Marquis had a complicated look in his eyes, but he could only let out a long sigh and dejectedly sat down on the white jade steps in front of the door.
Why did immortals not pity mortals?
He had spent his entire life in the army and his military exploits were illustrious. How much had he done for the country behind him? Why did he not receive the favor of immortals?
What about immortals? What had they done for the world? Why could they transcend worldly affairs and live for a thousand years?
"Ai."
His heart was filled with all sorts of unwillingness, confusion, and unwillingness. In the end, he could only let out a sigh and turn around.
… …
After Yang Jian left the Marquis's estate, he didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed. Eating that uncle could be considered as settling the karma that he owed him that day.
As for practicing martial arts …
This was something outside of cultivation, so Yang Jian didn't force it. In the following days, he focused on breaking through the limits of the first level of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art. Vaguely, Yang Jian felt a meridian, but it wasn't clear.
"Ai, the first level should be perfect at nine thousand and nine hundred. Why am I still greedy?"
That night, after meditating for eight hours, Yang Jian sat in front of the cave and looked at the resplendent starry sky. He couldn't calm his emotions.
"Perhaps I always feel that I'm different from others, different from other cultivators who cultivate the Eight-Nine Arcane Art. That's why I always want to be higher and more powerful than them."
Understanding his true intentions, Yang Jian chuckled and took out a pot of sake from his bracelet. He raised his head and drank.
In the Primordial World, there was naturally no rule that minors were not allowed to drink.
"Master said that in this Major Chiliocosm, the Heavenly Dao's suppression of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art is almost indiscernible," Yang Jian muttered to himself. "If I can cultivate the first three levels in one go, I won't have to worry about the Heavenly Dao's suppression in the future …
"The first level is already so difficult to temper the bones and tendons. How difficult will the second level be to change blood and the third level to reconstruct the body be?
"Also, will there be such a bottleneck in the second and third levels? The so-called suppression of the world means that breaking through the bottleneck is extremely difficult, right? "
Yang Jian shook his head and chased away the negative emotions in his heart. His fighting spirit was high again.
Just as he was about to stand up and continue cultivating, he suddenly heard a few muffled rumbles from the sky. He looked up and saw that the sky in the direction of the city was dyed red.
It was like the sunset glow and the morning sun.
No, it was a sky full of flames! It was almost burning the sky!
Yang Jian's heart skipped a beat. He had a feeling that someone related to him was suffering a calamity.
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