bookbashuk Chapter 361 The Mahayana Marriage: Get Out If You're Drunk!
Chapter 361 The Mahayana Marriage: Get Out If You're Drunk!
Chapter 361 The Mahayana Marriage: Get Out If You're Drunk!
Not long after, at the ancient celestial palace, on the banks of the Milky Way.
The vast Milky Way, stretching to the horizon, rushes down from the endless void, its waters crystal clear, seemingly condensing boundless pure power.
Whenever the river water churns and the waves crash against the banks, even the space itself ripples slightly. Every drop of water here seems to weigh a thousand pounds, containing immense power of tempering.
call out!
A slightly disheveled streak of light streaked across the sky and hastily landed atop the most majestic and precipitous mountain beside the Milky Way. As the light faded, a small yet upright figure was revealed.
It was Lu Fan.
His face was slightly flushed, and his breathing was a little unsteady, as if he had just experienced a "fierce battle".
Almost the instant he landed, the space around the mountain rippled slightly, and countless fine and mysterious spiritual light patterns appeared out of thin air and intertwined, instantly forming a semi-transparent light shield that trapped Lu Fan in a small area on the mountaintop.
Immediately afterwards, a graceful and serene figure in moon-white, stepping on the array of spiritual light patterns, floated up from the foot of the mountain with elegance and swiftness, like a fairy walking on water, and stopped outside the light barrier.
It is a state of tranquility and serenity.
She looked at Lu Fan, who seemed a little lost inside the light barrier, and a faint, mischievous smile appeared on her pretty face.
"Brother Fan, you can't escape now."
Qing Yanjing's voice was clear and crisp, and her fingertips flickered with spiritual light as she maintained the trapping formation. "It's agreed that if you can't break the formation, you'll get a spiritual light finger strike."
Lu Fan looked at the constantly shifting array patterns around him, then at Qing Yanjing who was calm and collected outside. His little face scrunched up like a bun as he muttered, "Sister Jing'er, your array changes too fast—I clearly aimed at one spot just now—"
This scene was naturally witnessed by many figures around the Milky Way who were using the power of the Milky Way to temper their Dharma bodies and cultivate their spiritual power.
Many of these cultivators from Lingbao Pavilion, the Northern Realm, and even other major regions recognized the renowned "little genius" Lu Fan, and had also heard of Qing Yanjing, the Qingmai princess with a unique temperament and amazing talent in array formation.
Seeing this, many people smiled kindly, clearly already used to the two children's "daily sparring".
Meanwhile, in a quaint and elegant pavilion with a superb view near Tianhe.
Lu Yu and Qing Xuanjun sat facing each other, with wisps of spiritual mist rising in front of them. A pot of tea was being brewed, and a lustrous jade chessboard was set out, with black and white pieces that exuded an ancient charm.
But at this moment, neither of them was looking at the chessboard. Instead, they were watching with great interest the scene of "chasing" and "being trapped" on the distant mountain peak.
"Jing'er's use of formations is becoming more and more skillful and agile."
Qing Xuanjun took a sip of tea, his eyes filled with the pride and satisfaction of a father. "This Lesser Sumeru Light-Binding Array" was originally intended for trapping enemies, but she used it so skillfully in a sparring match, which was quite interesting."
Lu Yu smiled as he watched his son scratching his head and trying to find a flaw in the formation within the light barrier. "It's good for them to play and spar like this. Fan'er is impulsive and needs a calm and intelligent partner like Jing'er to constantly 'remind' him so he can settle down."
"Besides, I think Fan'er is enjoying it."
He paused, looked at Qing Xuanjun, and said with a touch of emotion, "Speaking of which, I must thank the head of the pulse clinic for allowing Jing'er to come here often to keep Fanji company and exchange ideas. Jing'er has exceptional talent, and given time, her achievements will surely be limitless."
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Qing Xuanjun waved his hand and smiled, "You're too kind, Holy Son. It's their fate that the two children can play together and encourage each other, and it's something I'm happy to see."
"Jing'er is quiet by nature, and to have a playmate that she's willing to put in the effort to keep occupied, I, as her father, should actually thank Xiao Fan."
The two fathers smiled at each other, their gazes once again fixed on the distant mountain peaks.
There, a soft yet refined spiritual light, gathered at Qing Yanjing's fingertips, passed through the array's protective barrier and gently touched Lu Fan's forehead, who had finally found a node in the array pattern and was now doing his best to break the array.
"Tsk, I'm afraid I'm going to get called out again this time." Lu Yu shook his head with a smile.
"It's alright, you learn from your mistakes." Qing Xuanjun chuckled as he sipped his tea.
"Come on, let's continue playing chess—"
About half a month later, on the edge of Lingbao Pavilion's territory, in the core area of the northern border of Tianluo Continent, in front of a magnificent palace belonging to Lingbao Pavilion and used specifically to receive distinguished guests.
The space rippled slightly as a magnificent shuttle, with its ancient design and a faint aura of timelessness, slowly descended.
The shuttle hatch opened, and several figures stepped out.
The leader was an elderly man dressed in a purple-gold robe, with a vigorous face and eyes that held the sharpness of someone who had long held a high position, along with a hint of undisguised arrogance. Behind him followed several elders whose auras were equally formidable.
One of the elders, with a gaunt face, looked at the prosperous scene before him and whispered to the leading elder, "The Futu Ancient Clan really doesn't take us seriously this time. They came all the way here, but they didn't even get to see Futu Xuan."
"They even said they were in seclusion in the ancestral tower, that Futu Xuandu's strength hadn't improved in years—"
Another elder scoffed, his tone arrogant: "Our clan's young master possesses unparalleled talent, and his initiative to propose marriage is already a great honor. Although that girl from the Qing lineage is of the Eight Divine Lineages, how can her foundation and heritage compare to our Maha Ancient Clan?"
"If Qing Xuanjun were a wise man, he would know that this is an incredible opportunity."
The elder at the head remained calm and silent, but the sharp light in his eyes intensified as he stepped forward. Their journey to this Tianluo Continent was clearly driven by a specific goal.
Upon arriving at the reception palace, an elder from Lingbao Pavilion stepped forward to inquire.
An elder following behind the old man stepped forward and announced in a loud voice, "The Great Elder of the Maha Ancient Clan, Maha Yun, has come to pay a visit to Fellow Daoist Qing Xuanjun, the head of the Qing lineage of the Futu Ancient Clan. Please announce my arrival."
The voice was clear and resonant, carrying an undeniable authority, and entered the hall with unmistakable clarity.
"The Mahagu tribe?!"
The elder of Lingbao Pavilion, who was in charge of guarding the reception palace, was immediately startled upon hearing this.
The Maha clan was renowned for its prestige, and the presence of its Grand Elder must signify a momentous occasion. He dared not delay and immediately and respectfully invited the group into the main hall to be served tea, while simultaneously rushing off to inform them of the event.
Inside the elegant pavilion on the banks of the Milky Way, at the ruins of the Heavenly Palace.
Qing Xuanjun was playing chess with Lu Yu, the tea beside him still warm. Suddenly, a communication jade pendant vibrated slightly in his sleeve, emitting a light indicating an urgent matter.
He sparsed a wisp of his soul power and swept it over, raising an eyebrow and revealing a hint of surprise.
"The Great Elder of the Maha Ancient Clan, Maha Yun, suddenly arrived at the Lingbao Pavilion, specifically requesting to see me?"
Qing Xuanjun put down the chess piece and looked at Lu Yu. "I have no close relationship with the Maha Ancient Clan. I wonder what important matter their Grand Elder has come in person?"
Lu Yu was also somewhat surprised. The Maha Ancient Clan was located on another supercontinent, and their sudden visit to Tianluo Continent was indeed a bit strange.
He pondered for a moment and said, "The Maha Ancient Clan has a profound foundation, and this journey will certainly not be simple. The leader should go and meet them first to sound them out. If they need assistance, send a message immediately."
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"Okay, I'll be right back."
Qing Xuanjun nodded and stood up to straighten his clothes. As the head of the Qing lineage of the Futu Ancient Clan, he could not be disrespectful to the Grand Elder of the Maha Ancient Clan.
With a slight movement, he transformed into a streak of light and darted out of the pavilion, heading straight for the reception hall of the Spirit Treasure Pavilion.
Before long, Qing Xuanjun appeared outside the main hall with a gentle and peaceful smile on his face as he calmly stepped into the hall.
"Venerable Elder Mahayana has come from afar, and I have failed to greet you properly. I apologize for my rudeness."
Qing Xuanjun cupped his hands in greeting, his gaze subtly sweeping over everyone in the hall before finally settling on the vigorous, deep-spoken elder seated at the head of the table. "May I ask what brings the Grand Elder here to seek me out?"
When Mohe Yun saw Qing Xuanjun arrive, a smile appeared on his face, but that smile carried the usual air of a superior and a hint of scrutiny that was not easily detected.
He put down his teacup and got straight to the point: "Chief Qing, you are too kind. I have come here today because there is an important matter concerning the future of our two clans that I would like to discuss with you."
"Oh? What important matter could it be that would trouble the Grand Elder to make this trip in person?"
Qing Xuanjun sat down with his usual gentle smile, but inwardly he was on high alert.
Mohe Yun stroked his beard, his gaze lingering on Qing Xuanjun's face for a moment, as if scrutinizing his reaction, before slowly speaking: "It's quite a good thing, actually. Some time ago, a junior in my clan was fortunate enough to awaken his spiritual veins, and he actually possessed the potential of an Eight Divine Veins. He is none other than our clan's young master, Mohe Tian."
His gaze fell on Qing Xuanjun, his words carrying a hidden meaning: "I've heard that the noble Qing lineage also produced a prodigy with eight divine veins, named Yan Jing. Both children possess eight divine veins, have comparable talents, and are of similar age. Isn't this a match made in heaven?"
"The reason I've come here is to discuss with Chief Qingmai whether we could take this opportunity to arrange a betrothal for these two children. They can then marry when they are a little older."
"In this way, the bloodlines of the two ancient clans will merge in the future, surely giving birth to even more outstanding descendants who will jointly glorify their families. Wouldn't that be a beautiful story that will be passed down through the ages?"
The elder behind him chimed in at the opportune moment, his tone carrying an undeniable sense of superiority: "Indeed. Our clan's young master and Miss Yanjing are both of the Eight Divine Veins, a perfect match, and there is no one more suitable. This is a match made in heaven, and the Qing Clan should be delighted to see it come to fruition."
Upon hearing this, Qing Xuanjun frowned but remained silent.
Upon seeing this, Mohe Yun slowly added, "To show our sincerity, our clan promises that if the two of them have children in the future, it can be agreed that one son will take the father's surname, Mohe, and the other son can take the mother's surname, Futu. In this way, the bloodlines of the two clans will be intertwined, and the relationship will be even closer. Wouldn't that be the best of both worlds?"
Upon hearing this, the elders of the Maha Ancient Clan in the hall couldn't help but reveal expressions of pride and superiority, as if this were a great favor bestowed upon the Qing lineage.
Upon hearing this, Qing Xuanjun's smile gradually faded, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.
He did not expect the other party to be so direct and to propose such a marriage condition that was almost like "dividing offspring," putting the exchange of interests on the surface and showing no respect for the affection between parents and children.
More importantly—Qing Xuanjun immediately thought of Lu Fan.
Xiao Fan's Nine Divine Meridians are a top secret, and he has always used Jing'er's Eight Divine Meridians as a "brand" to attract attention.
The Maha Ancient Clan was clearly after Jing'er's Eight Divine Veins talent, but they probably never dreamed that there was an even more astonishing Nine Divine Veins hidden in this Heavenly Palace!
"It is an honor for Jing'er to be valued by the Grand Elder and the young master of the noble family."
Qing Xuanjun spoke calmly, revealing neither joy nor anger, "However, my daughter is young and simple-minded. She is currently only focused on the Dao of Arrays and has no concept of marriage between men and women. It is too early to discuss this matter at this time."
He paused, meeting Mohe Yun's slightly furrowed brow, and continued, "Moreover, marriage between children depends on mutual affection; it cannot be forced."
"Although I, Qing Xuanjun, am a father, I am unwilling to arbitrarily decide my daughter's future in the name of family interests. Please forgive me, but I cannot agree to this."
The smile on Mohe Yun's face vanished completely, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, carrying a hint of oppression: "Chief Qingmai, you should think this through. My Mohe Ancient Clan has already shown the Futu Ancient Clan enough face by taking the initiative to extend goodwill. If you insist on refusing, I'm afraid we will damage the friendship between our two clans that has lasted for many years."
Before he could finish speaking, a shrewd-looking elder behind him sneered, his tone laced with sarcasm: "Does the Qing Clan leader truly believe that with the limited resources of your Qing Clan, you can reliably cultivate a Saint-Rank Heavenly Sovereign?"
"Don't forget, your Ancient Buddha Clan isn't a monolithic entity either. I heard that your clan leader has recently been busy repairing formations for other forces, earning that meager reward?"
Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly froze.
Qing Xuanjun slowly stood up, his face devoid of any smile. His gaze was icy as he swept over Mohe Yun and the people behind him, his voice chillingly calm: "Affection? Your Mohe Ancient Clan and my Futu Ancient Clan have never had any dealings, so what affection is there? You've come uninvited today, asking for a marriage alliance and offering to share your offspring as a condition, as if you were bestowing a favor—"
He paused, then said, word by word, "Do you really think your Maha Ancient Clan is the head of the five great ancient clans?"
"If you have come here today only to humiliate my Qing lineage—"
With a slight flutter of his sleeves, spiritual energy surged around him, causing the array patterns throughout the entire hall to resonate. "Then let's see. Although my Futu Ancient Clan dislikes fighting, we are by no means people that you jackals can easily bully!"
"presumptuous!"
The gaunt elder flew into a rage, taking a step forward. His aura, that of a late-stage Celestial Supreme, erupted like a raging torrent, crashing towards Qing Xuanjun. "How dare you, a mere head of the Qing Clan, be so disrespectful to Elder Maha Yun?!"
Almost simultaneously, Maha Yun narrowed his eyes, his aura as deep and boundless as the ocean, and the power of the early peak of the Saint-grade Heavenly Sovereign poured out like a tidal wave. The entire palace groaned under the weight, the ground cracked inch by inch, and fine cracks spread like a spider web.
"Qing Xuanjun, you are so ungrateful."
Mohe Yun's voice was deep, with a hint of anger. "Our clan's young master is destined by Heaven. If Yan Jing can marry into our clan, it will be her blessing. Your refusal today is not only a disgrace to me, but also a contempt for the millennia-old prestige of my Mohe ancient clan!"
Before he finished speaking, his Saint-level aura was about to erupt completely, intending to overwhelm others with his power.
"boom!"
Just then, a vast spiritual power, as powerful as a galaxy, descended from the sky, like the Milky Way falling from the heavens, instantly crushing Maha Yun's oppressive aura!
The tremors throughout the palace stopped abruptly, and even the cracks in the ground seemed to be smoothed out by an invisible force.
A figure appeared silently beside Qing Xuanjun.
Clad in white, with features as beautiful as a painting, and a gentle yet imposing demeanor, he was none other than Lu Yu.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping indifferently over Maha Yun and his group. His tone was calm yet brooked no argument: "Within the territory of my Lingbao Pavilion, you dared to attack my Futu Ancient Clan right before my eyes. Have you forgotten that this is the Tianluo Continent, not your Maha Ancient Clan's backyard?"
Mohe Yun frowned deeply, staring at Lu Yu with suspicion and uncertainty in his eyes, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"
Upon hearing this, Lu Yu's lips curled into a half-smile, his tone carrying a hint of sarcasm: "You haven't even bothered to find out who the owner of this place is, yet you dare to barge in and spout nonsense, even resorting to intimidation—the way the Maha Ancient Clan behaves has truly opened my eyes today."
"Master?" Mohe Yun's pupils contracted slightly as information about the northern border of Tianluo Continent and Lingbao Pavilion flashed through his mind.
The rise of Lingbao Pavilion was extremely rapid, and it seems that the Futu Ancient Clan and Tailing Ancient Clan were behind it. It is said that he was the holy son jointly recommended by the two clans. He was quite powerful and was a Spirit-Rank Heavenly Supreme.
Could this seemingly young man in white be the mysterious Master of the Lingbao Pavilion?
But this aura—it's not some Spirit-grade Heavenly Supreme at all, it's clearly a Saint-grade Heavenly Supreme! Moreover, the condensation and vastness of its spiritual power even made him feel a faint pressure!
While Mohe Yun was filled with doubt and surprise, Lu Yu stopped looking at him and instead turned his head to ask Qing Xuanjun beside him in a rather casual tone, "Old Qing, what are they doing here?"
Qing Xuanjun replied in a similarly relaxed tone, "They said they came to arrange a marriage."
Lu Yu raised an eyebrow slightly: "With whom?"
"Yan Jing," Qing Xuanjun said expressionlessly.
"What?" The casual expression on Lu Yu's face vanished instantly, and his eyes suddenly became sharp as knives.
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, boom!
An extremely violent and destructive aura suddenly erupted, and lightning began to gather wildly on Lu Yu's right hand.
Entangling, countless mysterious lightning patterns emerged and moved beneath his skin, as if his entire palm had transformed into the source of destruction.
That was not a simple manifestation of spiritual power, but rather a fusion of his self-created Thunder Prison Spirit Array. Although he did not use any sacred artifacts, the sheer terror of its power made everyone present change color!
"A marriage alliance?!"
Lu Yu's voice boomed like thunder from the heavens, filled with undisguised anger and sarcasm. His gaze, sharp as lightning, locked onto Mohe Yun: "If you've had too much to drink, get out!"
As he uttered the final word "Get lost," he swung his right hand, which was wrapped in terrifying lightning patterns, and slapped it hard across the air in the direction where Maha Yun and his group were!