Ye Yun's brow twitched slightly. At the critical moment, he shifted his body slightly, and the sharp blade tip brushed past his neck.
At the same time, Ye Yun condensed the Feng Lan Sword in his palm and swept it out horizontally. The offensive and defensive roles reversed. Just as Lan Aotian frowned and prepared to dodge, Ye Yun's sword edge flickered strangely, attacking from a tricky angle.
After a flash of lightning, the Feng Lan Sword stopped an inch from Lan Aotian's throat, freezing him completely.
"Good kid, your swordsmanship has some substance!"
Lan Aotian took a deep breath, sheathed his long saber, and looked at Ye Yun with admiration.
"I've always heard that Elder Ye's swordsmanship is god-like, and I was itching to try it out. It truly is unpredictable, I'm impressed!"
He grinned, bowed to Ye Yun again with his fists clasped.
"I apologize for my rudeness just now."
Although he was straightforward, he understood social etiquette. His probing just now was a bit out of line.
Ye Yun, however, was indifferent. He waved his hand and said, "It's fine. I've heard that Senior's saber techniques are excellent, and seeing it now, they indeed are."
Lan Aotian chuckled helplessly at his politeness.
"Elder Ye, please don't flatter me. I launched a surprise attack just now, and I was subdued with one move. It's truly embarrassing. The waves behind are pushing the waves ahead."
Yu Ruofeng, standing beside them, was already stunned by Ye Yun's sword strike.
As fellow sword cultivators, she felt the terrifying power of Ye Yun's swordsmanship even more deeply. She even felt that she and he were not on the same level.
This made her even more convinced that no matter what, she had to befriend Ye Yun, and even foster a closer relationship!
If the Yu Luo Immortal Palace could establish any intimate relationship with Ye Yun, the benefits would be immeasurable.
After a moment's thought, as if she had an idea, she was about to speak when Lan Aotian beat her to it, then laughed loudly.
"Speaking of which, Elder Ye is so young and promising, with exceptional strength. I wonder if you have a wife or concubines by your side?"
Ye Yun was taken aback by the question and instinctively replied.
"Not yet, Senior. Do you have any advice?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lan Aotian's eyes lit up, and he approached Ye Yun like a gust of wind, his face beaming with a full smile.
"Advice is too much to say, but I was thinking of my daughter, Zhaoyue. That girl is somewhat attractive, talented, and of good character."
"I heard that Elder Ye has a good relationship with her. Would you be interested in deepening that relationship and marrying her?"
"..."
Ye Yun was speechless. Now he understood why he had asked that question.
So I consider you a friend, and you want to be my father-in-law?
"Ahem, this matter..."
Ye Yun naturally didn't want to marry her, and was about to find an excuse to refuse when Yu Ruofeng next to him spoke up.
She glanced at Lan Aotian and shook her head, "You, you, it seems that over the years, you've only regressed."
"You're willing to sell your daughter for personal gain. I truly pity your daughter."
What she said struck a chord with Ye Yun, but just as he thought she was going to condemn Lan Aotian's actions.
Yu Ruofeng turned her gaze to him and smiled charmingly.
"Elder Ye, I think it would be better for me to introduce Wen Ya to you later."
"My disciple not only has a gentle temperament and is considerate in all matters, but I have always trained her as an excellent wife. She is also very comfortable to be around."
"Moreover, her physique is exceptionally rare. Even if she has nine children, it would be no problem, and they would all be prodigies of the next generation."
"She is definitely a very suitable wife for Elder Ye!"
After this speech, Ye Yun was completely speechless, wondering if she wasn't much better than him?
Having nine children, why not ninety?
One selling his daughter, the other selling his disciple. Although they meant no harm, Ye Yun was extremely helpless.
Although Yu Wenya and Lan Zhaoyue were indeed good, they were not suitable for him. Even if they were together, they would not be on the same continent for long.
Before he could reply, he heard a light cough, followed by a familiar voice.
"It seems you are all quite leisurely. At this time of human survival, you still have the mood to discuss marriage?"
As the voice sounded, Xing Wu's ethereal figure appeared from the void, making one exclaim the convenience of spatial magic treasures.
Yu Ruofeng and Lan Aotian seemed to have encountered her before, but seeing Xing Wu appear out of thin air, they both showed vigilance, yet were also surprised by her mysterious methods.
Ye Yun was used to this. He glanced at her and said, "Our discussion of marriage has nothing to do with you, does it?"
He just wanted to retort to Xing Wu, but she clearly didn't fall for it.
She found a chair as if it were her own home, sat down, and crossed her legs alluringly, looking at Ye Yun provocatively.
"If you really want a woman that much, you can try to pursue me. As someone I favor, perhaps in a hundred years or so, you will succeed?"
Ye Yun gave her a roll of his eyes. Pursue her, and a hundred years? Did she think she was some Empress from a third-rate novel?
Then Ye Yun chuckled unceremoniously.
"Sorry, I don't like women who are too old, especially grandmothers who have lived for who knows how many years."
"..."
In an instant, the air in the hall seemed to freeze.
It was not difficult to see that Xing Wu's mouth twitched, and on her noble face, a vein suddenly throbbed, and the fist she used to prop her head clenched instantly.
Under this ultimate blow concerning her age, even she, a former top ten Emperor-level expert of the Heavenly Realm, could barely maintain her composure.
"Grand... mo... ther..."
Xing Wu murmured, and a trace of red light flashed in her eyes, which were like seas of stars.
Ye Yun, however, was not afraid. With his strength, at worst, he would not suffer any losses at her hands.
Lan Aotian's heart skipped a beat, wondering if these two would start fighting right here in the hall.
Meanwhile, Yu Ruofeng, who was about eighteen thousand and nine hundred months old, felt inexplicably implicated.
The atmosphere in the hall grew more tense. Xing Wu was clearly ready to act at any moment, but even though she was usually impulsive, when she thought of the consequences...
For the sake of her grand plan, fine... I'll endure!
Finally, Xing Wu exhaled a breath and then revealed an extremely kind smile, looking at Ye Yun and saying.
"So that's how it is, I understand. Then, my dear Elder Ye, can we go to the demon race and kill some people?"
Her voice was sweet and captivating, like a gentle spring breeze, like a girl next door asking a good friend if they wanted to go to the cafeteria for a meal.
Seeing this, Ye Yun was unfazed, but Lan Aotian felt a chill down his spine.
He was too familiar with this kind smile. Every time his wife was furious and about to spank him, she had the exact same expression as Xing Wu...
That expression of wanting to twist someone into a pretzel, but being unable to truly act due to some reason...