A figure barged into the study and knelt down in front of a desk.
"What's the matter? Why are you so anxious?"
Xue Yu unhurriedly put down the brush in his hand before he slowly asked.
Tomorrow was the day he would take control of the Ci Prefecture. In his opinion, there wouldn't be any accidents. At this moment, he had already regarded himself as the Emperor of a region.
"Yes, the people from the Qiong Clan haven't come yet."
The man wiped the sweat off his face. His body was trembling in fear.
"What?"
Xue Yu was startled, then a ruthless expression appeared on his face.
"Bang!"
He slammed his palm on the desk, sending all the papers and books on the desk flying. A deep palm print was left on the thick wooden desk.
This showed that Xue Yu's control of Wu Yuan had reached a very high level.
"Trash!"
He waved his hand and threw the kneeling man away. The man only stopped when he hit the wall. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. Then, he struggled to kowtow and beg for mercy.
"What's the point of keeping you alive? You can't even handle a small Qiong Clan. I'm so angry!"
He clapped again and the thick wooden desk in front of him was completely destroyed. Wood chips flew everywhere, and the study room was in a mess.
"Patriarch, what happened?"
Xue Hong and Xue Lan came in when they heard the noise. They were curious why he was so angry.
"Ask this trash yourself!"
Xue Yu snorted angrily. He swung his sleeves and turned around.
"Tell me, what happened?"
Xue Hong scolded.
"Great Elder, the guards and Third Steward who went to Miss Qiong's house haven't returned yet!"
The man lowered his head and stammered.
"They haven't returned yet?"
Xue Hong and Xue Lan were startled.
"Master, Ligu Xi City is a long way from here. It's only been ten days. It's normal that Third Steward and the others haven't returned yet."
Xue Lan frowned and said.
"This …"
Xue Yu was startled. He turned around and his face twitched.
"Get out of here!"
The man stumbled out of the study room under Xue Hong's scolding.
"Sigh … How could I forget about this?"
Xue Yu patted his forehead and sighed. "Hun 'er is getting married tomorrow, but no one from the Qiong Clan has come. How am I supposed to face them?"
According to Tianwu University's tradition, when children got married, the elders of both families must be present to give their blessings. Only then would the newlyweds be happy.
"This …"
Xue Hong frowned, and then her eyes lit up. "Patriarch, why don't we do it this way? In any case, no one knows what a member of the Qiong Clan looks like. Why don't we just randomly pick one and dress him up?"
"Pick at will?"
Xue Yu was stunned, and then he shook his head repeatedly and said, "No, no, this is related to Hun 'er's lifelong happiness. Absolutely not!"
"Then, does the Patriarch have any better ideas?"
Xue Hong also had a helpless expression. "I think, according to their normal speed, it will take at least three more days. Clan Leader, if we continue to delay, wouldn't our Xue Clan lose even more face?"
"This …"
Xue Hong's words made him frown. After a long time, he let out a long sigh. "Alright then, I'll leave this matter to you."
"Don't worry, Patriarch!"
Xue Hong cupped her hands and walked out.
...
The entire Ibaraki City was a sea of red. Everywhere was decorated with lanterns and streamers. Above every shop, there was a big 'Happy' character. The Xue Clan was undoubtedly the most lively place. In the spacious manor, there were people everywhere. The entire Xue Clan was brimming with a festive atmosphere.
In a room filled with colorful flowers, a young girl dressed in pure white sat in front of a table. She was looking at the beautiful face in the mirror. She raised a small and delicate blade in her lily-white hand and approached the delicate and beautiful face.
She was Joan Of Arc!
Her big eyes trembled and closed. Two streams of tears rolled down from the corner of her eyes. Her delicate nose flapped. As the sharp blade approached, her breath quickened.
"What are you doing?!"
Xue Hun, who had just entered the door, saw this scene. He who was originally full of joy was almost scared out of his wits.
"Don't come near me!"
Joan Of Arc placed the sharp blade on her face. Instantly, a white mark appeared.
"Alright, I won't come near you!"
Xue Hun raised his hands and promised.
"I won't marry you, even if I die!"
Tears rolled down her cheeks. Joan Of Arc was very emotional.
"What?!"
Hearing this, Xue Hun's face turned gloomy. He lowered his hand and squinted his eyes. "Listen up, Joan Of Arc. The fate of the Qiong Clan is in your hands. You have to get married even if you don't want to. If you make any mistakes at the wedding today, hmph!"
He snorted angrily and walked away with a swing of his sleeve. The girl collapsed on the ground. The sharp blade slipped from her hand. There were no tears in her eyes. Her pretty face was lifeless.
...
The hall of the Xue Clan. Those who were able to enter the hall were naturally the powerful clans in the Ci Prefecture. They dared not reject the invitation of the overlord of the Ci Prefecture. Although many of them wished for the Xue Clan to collapse as soon as possible, they still had to put on a good show on the surface.
On the high platform in the hall, a white-haired old man dressed in luxurious clothes was cupping his fists and bowing to the guests coming and going below. He seemed to enjoy the countless envious gazes. Thus, on his old face, there was a joyous smile mixed with a hint of sadness that never stopped.
The old man was the master of the Xue Clan, Xue Yu.
Following a series of announcements, the leaders of the various large and small forces entered the hall with lavish gifts. Naturally, they first congratulated Xue Yu before presenting their own gifts, causing Xue Yu to feel even more pleased.
Time passed and it was almost noon. In the Ci Prefecture, there was still no movement from the Du Clan and the Shi Clan. Such a situation caused the people in the hall to discuss in low voices.
Xue Yu, who was at the peak of the Martial Spirit Realm, could naturally hear these discussions. Suddenly, the joy on his aged face disappeared. He unintentionally crushed the teacup in his hand.
"Du Feng, the master of the Du Clan!"
"Shi Zhen, the master of the Shi Clan!"
Following the announcement, the two masters arrived together and walked through the gate of the Xue Clan.
Hearing this, Xue Yu smiled again. He poured himself a glass of wine and did not stand up to welcome them. He sat calmly at the entrance of the hall, as if waiting for the two clans to come and pay their respects.
Not long after, a group of four people walked in. It was strange that the two masters did not bring any gifts. They only brought an unfamiliar skinny old man and a young man in a medicine master's robe.
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