Yuan Qilong produced the ultimate divine artifact, the Unparalleled Battle Axe. "This is his betrothal gift to you. Our Yuan family has plenty of divine artifacts, but not a single ultimate divine artifact. Isn't this a grand gesture?"
Yuan Jiying merely glanced at it. "Is it just an ultimate divine artifact? And you're already bought? Yuan Jiying was only worth this much?"
Yuan Qilong disliked hearing this. "Enough!"
Yuan Jiying was startled. "Grandpa... are you scolding me?"
Yuan Qilong paid no mind. "For the prosperity of the family, you must marry, whether you want to or not! It's settled, no backing out!"
Yuan Jiying turned her face away. "I don't agree!"
"You!" Yuan Qilong was almost angered to death. "Do you know what else he has besides this ultimate divine artifact? The European Emperor..."
Yuan Jiying interrupted. "I won't listen, I won't listen! Grandpa, Ying'er hates you!"
Then she ran away crying...
"Yingying!... Sigh!" Yuan Qilong was very helpless. "A grown daughter is hard to keep! She always listened to her father the most. It's time to talk to Sha Ming..."
Ming Zhitian first went to Yinshan to find the hidden weapon master Xiao Biwang to recharge the Nine God Dragon Roar. Then he returned to Suohai Wuge...
Just as he reached the entrance, a graceful figure suddenly appeared from the side of the tree!
An exceptionally sharp, invisible dagger lunged towards his neck!
Ming Zhitian instinctively dodged to the side, grabbed, and pulled! He pulled the person close, and stifled their throat!
"It's you?! Ling'er?"
Piao Ling'er glared. "You don't deserve to call my name! Ming Zhitian, I will kill you!"
She intended to attack again, but Ming Zhitian "snap," casually batted the dagger from her hand, and it clanged onto the ground.
Ming Zhitian grabbed her delicate hands. "Your cultivation is too low, you're no match for me. Where is your sword?"
Piao Ling'er spat on his face. "Pah! Scoundrel, to dirty my sword by killing you! Return my father's life! Hmph!"
Still struggling, Ming Zhitian gave her no chance. "Piao Yan Zunhuang killed my master Sheng Ran Yizhou. What was wrong with me avenging my master? When will the cycle of vengeance end? Can't we stop here?"
"Pah!" She tried to spit again, but Ming Zhitian dodged. "You're still doing this, you... when did you become so rascally? You'll turn into a female hooligan."
Piao Ling'er's eyes widened with rage. "If you don't kill me today, I will kill you tomorrow! The hatred of patricide is irreconcilable!"
Ming Zhitian shook his head. "What a pity..."
Piao Ling'er was puzzled. "What... what's a pity?"
Ming Zhitian lightly touched her tender, water-like face with his fingertip. "It's a pity that such a beautiful girl has to be an assassin, and a failed one at that."
Piao Ling'er was instantly defeated. "Aren't you going to make a move? How long will you humiliate me?"
Ming Zhitian frowned slightly. "Make a move?"
Piao Ling'er said, "Kill me, or you'll regret it tomorrow."
Ming Zhitian smiled faintly. "So you came today looking to die?"
Piao Ling'er said nothing. Ming Zhitian continued, "You know you can't kill me, so you've come seeking death? No, I won't kill you. You may go, this is what I owe you."
Ming Zhitian released her, and Piao Ling'er, turning her hand, picked up the dagger and attacked his back again!
Ming Zhitian, without looking, kicked back, and the dagger clanged to the ground again!
Piao Ling'er hadn't reacted when Ming Zhitian was already behind her. "So fast...!"
Before she could finish speaking, she felt her head heavy and her feet light, and was swept up by Ming Zhitian's kick, losing her balance and falling into his arms.
"Let go of me!"
Piao Ling'er desperately wriggled, rubbing against him in his arms, making his face blush and his heart race. He quickly let her go.