Chapter 6: The City Lord's Son's Struggle (Part 5)

Time flies.
Three years have passed in the blink of an eye.
This year, Su Chen is twenty-two.
Recalling the scene of participating in the Martial Arts Tournament.
Su Chen has a terrible headache.
Some bastard has been spreading increasingly outrageous rumors, from making Nangong Meng cry on the stage at the beginning to abandoning her after using her, there are countless versions. If he finds the bastard behind these rumors, he'll definitely hang him up and give him a good whipping.
Many of Nangong Meng's suitors have also come to cause trouble for Su Chen, but those are minor troubles.
After all, he is a seeded player of Lingyun Martial Academy.
However... three years have passed, and Su Chen's cultivation is stuck at the ninth level of Qi Gathering.
Even with the spirit runes issued by the royal palace at the Martial Arts Tournament, it will still take him one or two years to enter the Spirit Rune Realm.
At the same time, all of the top ten geniuses, except for Su Chen, have already entered the Spirit Rune Realm.
His talent...in the end, was still inferior to those others.
Even Nangong Meng, whom he had easily defeated back then, was said to have entered the Spirit Pattern Realm several months ago, and even possessed a blue spirit pattern.
Within the Heavenly Wind Kingdom, those with blue spirit patterns were few and far between.
Su Chen suddenly thought of Nangong Meng, not because he missed her, but because he remembered what he had said three years ago.
It was just a casual boastful remark back then, feeling it was appropriate for the occasion.
Nangong Meng...couldn't have taken his words seriously, right?
Su Chen pondered for a moment. He didn't recall this out of thin air; it was because his long-term relationship with Wang Bailu was coming to an end tomorrow.
Tomorrow was their wedding day, and Su Chen didn't want any changes to happen.
Su Chen turned his head, intending to return to the manor, when a bright purple caught his eye.
Su Chen remained silent, head down, looking at his toes, quickening his pace.
Suddenly, he felt a chill on his neck; a long, icy blue sword was pressed against it.
Su Chen stiffly raised his head. A flawless face stared coldly at him, a sword held to Su Chen's neck in one hand.
Just what I feared most!
Su Chen gave a dry laugh: "Miss Nangong, long time no see."
Nangong Meng remained silent, only staring coldly at Su Chen, making him feel a chill run down his spine.
Su Chen pulled out a red wedding invitation and handed it over, saying, "Miss Nangong, tomorrow is my wedding day. I invite you to attend. I hope you will do me the honor."
Nangong Meng took the invitation, and then, with a faint glow, it turned to ashes in her hand.
"Jiang Chen, do you still remember what you said back then?"
Nangong Meng's tone was icy, colder than ten thousand years of ice.
Su Chen knew, of course, but he couldn't admit it now.
He innocently asked, "Miss Nangong, what did I say back then that you still remember so fondly?"
Nangong Meng thought this guy was shameless.
He clearly knew, yet pretended not to, trying to get away with it?
"Jiang Chen, I challenge you!"
"If you don't accept the challenge, I'll castrate you!"
Nangong Meng's words were cold, and Su Chen had no doubt they were true.
He felt Nangong Meng would really do such a thing.
The words that were on the tip of his tongue had to be swallowed back.
His brother's life was at stake, and Su Chen had to take it seriously. Everyone knew that Su Chen was a very sentimental person, especially when it came to brotherhood.
Damn it, little wench, is he afraid of her?
Su Chen made his move.
Su Chen got beaten up.
His face was bruised and battered. Don't let her delicate hands fool you; when she beat someone up, she's ruthless. No matter what Su Chen did, she showed no mercy.
I really don't understand the mentality of those people in the Tianfeng Kingdom who say they'd rather lose ten years of their lives than be beaten up by Nangong Meng. Pure masochists.
Su Chen got up in a sorry state. Nangong Meng was long gone.
Leaving behind was a jade bottle, with two crooked characters written on the bottom in sword marks.
'Equal Settlement'
Su Chen thought that even if his dog, Da Huang, crawled around on it, the tracks it left would be better than this handwriting.
Such a pretty girl, and she's petty, violent, and illiterate. Her handwriting is too ugly.
After grumbling for a moment, Su Chen curiously stepped forward and opened the jade bottle. Inside was a grade three pill, a healing pill at that.
"Training myself to get a grade three pill seems pretty worthwhile."
Su Chen muttered something to himself, feeling a little better.
This guy is generous yet petty, meticulous yet violent.
Unfortunately, he's illiterate.
Su Chen returned home and happened to run into his father, Jiang Li. Jiang Li looked at him curiously, "Chen'er, how come you have so many injuries?"
Su Chen looked up and mumbled, "I accidentally fell."
Jiang Li didn't believe him. How could a fall leave fist marks?
Seeing Jiang Li's disbelief and his intention to investigate, Su Chen reluctantly explained, "On the way, I met a senior who needed my sparring partner to test a new cultivation technique. He gave me a third-grade pill."
Jiang Li was still suspicious, but when Su Chen produced the pill, although he remained doubtful, he decided to believe him for the time being.
"Getting beaten up and suffering minor injuries, and yet receiving a third-grade pill—how come I've never encountered such a senior before?"
Jiang Li pondered for a moment, feeling that Su Chen's beating was well worth it; he wished he could encounter more like it.
Su Chen: "..."
...
The next day, Su Chen's injuries had completely healed.
On the wedding day, the venue was packed with distinguished guests, many of whom flocked to Beifeng City.
Among them were senior students Su Chen had met at Lingyun Martial Academy; some graduates even dropped their tasks to come, along with his teacher Jiang Xiangyang, and even the vice-dean of the Martial Academy.
There were also the younger generation from Tianjian Mountain, and Wang Bailu's teachers.
And there were also Li Ming's cronies, former top ten prodigies from the Dao Inquiry Tournament.
Jiang Li was startled by the scene; many of them came from illustrious backgrounds, figures even he had to look up to.
These figures were all very polite to his son.
It was so unfamiliar!
Old Master Wang, on the other hand, beamed from ear to ear. He felt this was the wisest decision he had ever made.
Su Chen's potential was far more than this; his Wang family would prosper as well.
Overnight, filled with joy, Su Chen felt a little tipsy for the first time.
Thinking of his good buddy Li Ming, who had already passed out, Su Chen added,
'A noob!'
The moonlight was hazy, the perfect time for their wedding night.
Su Chen guessed that Wang Bailu must have been waiting for him for a long time.
Today he was the husband, she was the wife.
The world would bear the mark of his existence.
Arriving at Wang Bailu's door, Su Chen looked up and saw that the dark clouds that had shrouded the moonlight had dispersed, and the moonlight was exceptionally bright, large, and round.
In the distance, on a tall building alongside the moon, there seemed to be a purple figure standing.
Su Chen blinked, and the purple figure vanished.
"It must have been an illusion?"
Su Chen thought he was hallucinating from drinking too much.
"Husband..."
A light call came from inside the room.
Su Chen didn't hesitate any longer, opened the door, and went inside.