Senior sister, stop working and go home for dinner.

Chapter 159 He said he was willing, and then drew his sword.

The expressions of the people in the hall varied. Feng Wenzheng's brow twitched slightly, while Feng Yue and the others perked up, as if reinforcements had arrived. Feng Wenyuan looked at Chen Anran, his eyes filled with even deeper worry.

Chen Anran exchanged a glance with Qi Lan and Huiming, all of them surprised that the Jiang family had arrived so quickly.

Before long, a group of people entered the council hall.

"Hey, this road is still a bit winding! Brother Wenzheng, when are you going to widen your 'Lost Forest'? I'm always afraid of scraping the undercarriage every time I come here!" A loud voice with a heavy Sichuan-Chongqing accent rang out first.

An elderly man, dressed in a red Tang suit with the character "福" (fortune) embossed in gold, with a ruddy complexion and a slightly plump figure, strode in. Behind him followed several members of the Jiang family, who were equally well-dressed and had an extraordinary air about them.

One of the young men, dressed in a dark suit and carrying a black logo fanny pack, had a handsome face and a somewhat aloof and indifferent look in his eyes. He must be Jiang Yun.

Following closely half a step to Jiang Yun's side was a young man dressed in indigo blue, with a cold and stern face. His eyes were lowered and his expression was focused, as if the whole world consisted only of Jiang Yun.

The plump old man speaking was none other than Jiang Yan, the elder who led the Jiang family delegation. He chuckled and cupped his hands in greeting to Feng Wenzheng: "Brother Wenzheng, please don't be offended. We've come rather abruptly. It's just that the children in my family heard about Yunwa'er's wedding and were so excited that they insisted on coming to see the family background of their future sister-in-law... oh no, their future Daoist partner!"

He spoke casually, but he directly put the "marriage" on the table. His gaze seemed to sweep over Chen Anran and the other two standing in the hall, especially lingering on Qi Lan and Huiming for a moment, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

Feng Wenzheng rose to greet him, a formulaic smile on his face: "Elder Jiangyan, what are you saying? Please take a seat."

After the Jiang family members took their seats, Jiang Yan immediately noticed the bruise on Feng Yue's face and exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Brother Yue, what happened to that bruise around your eye? Did you bump into a door frame while walking? You need to be more careful as you get older!"

Feng Yue's face turned pale and then red, and he snorted without replying.

Jiang Yan seemed to have just noticed Chen Anran and his companions, and asked with a smile, "These young friends are quite unfamiliar faces, but they possess extraordinary bearing. May I ask which sect you are disciples of?"

Feng Wenzheng gave a brief introduction: "This is Chen Anran, a young friend from the Yunyin Sect, and Xiaolu's junior brother. These two are his friends, Fellow Daoist Qi Lan and Master Huiming."

"Yunyin Sect?" Jiang Yan pondered for a moment. "Oh~ I've heard of it! It's a good place!" Then, he changed the subject, looking directly at Chen Anran. "Young friend Chen, are you here for the happy occasion of our Yunwa'er and Miss Xiaolu? Don't worry, don't worry, our Jiang family will absolutely not mistreat Miss Xiaolu!"

Before Chen Anran could speak, Feng Lie, Feng Xiaolu's cousin, said sarcastically, "This junior brother Chen is very worried that his senior sister Feng will be bullied if she marries into your family. He even said that Brother Yun is unwilling to marry our Xiaolu."

Jiang Yan was slightly taken aback. He laughed twice and was about to say a few words of comfort to Chen Anran when Jiang Yun, who had been silent and indifferent, suddenly stepped forward.

He first glanced quickly at the cold-looking man in the indigo outfit beside him, then, as if having made up his mind, cleared his throat and spoke in Mandarin with a distinct Sichuan accent, but with a determined effort to pronounce clearly:

"Uncle Feng, elders, and... this Junior Brother Chen," he glanced at Chen Anran, his gaze almost rigidly serious, "I think this matter needs to be clarified. I, Jiang Yun, greatly... uh, admire Junior Sister Feng Xiaolu! As for this marriage, I am, cough, willing!"

After he finished speaking, he seemed to have completed a difficult task, let out a slight sigh of relief, and subconsciously leaned closer to his "sworn brother" next to him.

Chen Anran and the other two: "???"

Inside the council hall, the members of the Feng family, especially Feng Yue, immediately showed expressions of satisfaction, as if to say, "Just as I thought" and "Our judgment was correct."

Chen Anran, Qi Lan, Huiming, and even Feng Xiaolu, who had been eavesdropping from behind, were all stunned.

Feng Xiaolu nearly spat out a mouthful of blood, inwardly cursing, "You idiot! What the hell are you willing to do! You looked at me like I was one of your brothers yesterday! You're addicted to acting, aren't you?!"

A very soft chuckle came from under Qi Lan's low-brimmed hat: "Oh ho, you're getting into the act."

Chen Anran's eye twitched slightly. This Jiang Yun wasn't playing by the rules! What happened to her having someone she loved and being forced to do the work? Why was she improvising a declaration of loyalty?

Elder Jiangyan was clearly very satisfied with his grand-nephew's "statement," patting his belly with a radiant smile: "Excellent! Excellent! Yunwa is so sensible! Brother Wenzheng, look, our Yunwa is truly sincere! A perfect match, a match made in heaven!"

Feng Yue immediately seized the opportunity: "Patriarch, you see, with Nephew Jiang Yun's sincerity, how could our Feng family possibly let him down?"

Suddenly, Jiang Yun, the domineering CEO from Sichuan and Chongqing, changed the subject, saying, "However, Junior Brother Chen is extremely caring towards Xiao Lu and is also a highly accomplished disciple of the Yunyin Sect, possessing profound Taoist skills. To completely reassure Junior Brother Chen, and to demonstrate to the Feng family that I, Jiang Yun, am not merely a figurehead and am worthy of Xiao Lu, I would like to request a friendly sparring match with Junior Brother Chen!"

His voice rose, carrying a dramatic, forceful quality, as if he were proclaiming some important declaration.

"Let this duel serve as proof!" Jiang Yun waved his arm, exuding an imposing aura. "If I am fortunate enough to win even a single move, I ask Junior Brother Chen and everyone here to bear witness to my feelings for Xiao Lu, which heaven and earth can attest to, and I will certainly not let her down in the future! If... if I am outmatched and lose to Junior Brother Chen..."

He paused, his gaze quickly sweeping over the man in the indigo-colored outfit beside him, a sly glint in his eyes. Then, he straightened his chest and declared loudly:

"Then I, Jiang Yun, will immediately return to Shu and inform my elders that this marriage is no longer to be mentioned! I will have no complaints!"

These words shocked everyone in the room.

Elder Jiangyan was taken aback at first, then clapped his hands and laughed loudly, his voice booming: "Hahaha! Excellent! Absolutely excellent! Our Yun boy has guts! Young people should have this kind of spirit! Let strength speak for itself, that's perfectly fair!"

The Jiang family members he brought also nodded in agreement, their faces relaxed and smiling.

"Young Master Yun's cultivation is profound, and he has few rivals among his peers. It would be good to have our friends from the Yunyin Sect give him some pointers."

"Making friends through martial arts is a wonderful story, and it also proves Young Master Yun's sincerity towards Miss Xiaolu."

They clearly had great confidence in Jiang Yun's strength, believing this was merely a formality, a performance to showcase the prowess of the Jiang family's offspring. The Jiang family of Shu possessed profound resources, and Jiang Yun, as a direct descendant, was top-notch in terms of cultivation techniques, resources, and combat experience. Dealing with an unknown member of the Yunyin Sect would be a piece of cake for him.

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