Destiny Martial God

In the palace, outside the Qingyuan Hall!

"Ninth Junior Brother, listen to the gifts those people prepared, and look at the betrothal gifts we prepared. I want to turn around and return to Qingyun Peak now!"

Standing on the steps not far from the Qingyuan Hall, Huang Zonghua from the Qingyun School complained with a very depressed look.

As for Feng Qingyun and Chu Zhongyu, who were responsible for preparing the betrothal gifts, their faces were already very ugly. After hearing Huang Zonghua's depressed complaints, they lowered their heads in shame.

In order to prevent Yu Haoran from losing face at the engagement ceremony, Feng Qingyun and Chu Zhongyu can be said to have put all their thoughts into preparing the betrothal gifts.

Even Feng Qingyun, who followed the Confucian etiquette, relied on the strength of the Martial Saint Realm to search through all the treasure houses of the 36 peaks of Baichimen, and collected a total of 36 betrothal gifts that they thought they could take out.

Originally, they thought that these betrothal gifts were worthy of Princess Ling Fei, but when they heard that the ordinary guests who attended the engagement ceremony just now prepared gifts that were better than theirs, Feng Qingyun and Chu Zhongyu were embarrassed to give them out.

"Haoran, I'm sorry, it's all because of my incompetence!"

Now, the day of the engagement ceremony has come, and it is definitely too late to prepare the betrothal gifts again.

Therefore, Feng Qingyun, who felt guilty, couldn't help but express his apology.

"Master, why do you apologize for no reason?"

Yu Haoran, who didn't care about Feng Qingyun, didn't know that Huang Zonghua's depressed complaints just now caused the master and the eldest brother to gradually feel guilty, and asked with a puzzled look.

"Ninth Junior Brother, this is what happened...!"

Seeing that Yu Haoran's energy was a little distracted, Chu Zhongyu quickly told him about the betrothal gifts.

"So that's what happened!"

After hearing the eldest brother's explanation, Yu Haoran chuckled and comforted.

"Master, Senior Brother, I have already prepared the betrothal gifts for the engagement ceremony. You don't need to prepare them for me."

"Haoran, as your master...!"

Yu Haoran's comfort and understanding made Feng Qingyun feel more guilty. At the same time, he secretly decided that he would never be as selfless as before. He must create a good foundation for Qingyun Peak.

"Master, Senior Brother, it's almost time, let's go!"

Seeing that the guests from the top and first-class families in Xianyang City have entered the Qingyuan Hall, he couldn't be too late for the engagement ceremony.

So, Yu Haoran greeted everyone and walked towards the Qingyuan Hall.

"I, your humble servant Qin Xingxin, pay my respects to the Prince Consort!"

Looking at Yu Haoran, who was smiling, wearing a light blue gown, holding a silver-white jade fan, and walking slowly, Qin Xingxin, the steward of the clan house who was responsible for welcoming guests, hurried to meet him.

Nodding lightly, Yu Haoran was about to walk to the table responsible for counting the gifts.

But at this moment, Qin Xingxin, who was in charge of receiving him just now, suddenly stood in front of him, blocking his way and ordered seriously.

"My husband, today is your engagement ceremony. According to the etiquette of my Great Qin royal family, you cannot enter through the main gate."

"At the same time, you must change into the clothes specially customized for you by our clan mansion."

"What if I don't agree!" Yu Haoran asked coldly, slapping the thousand-bone fan in his hand that had been transformed by the tower spirit.

"Then I'm sorry, my husband may not be able to attend today's engagement ceremony!" Faced with Yu Haoran's question, Qin Xingxin threatened with a cold face.

"Haha!"

Facing Qin Xingxin's cold threat, Yu Haoran suddenly stepped forward and asked with a gloomy face.

"What if I force myself to join!"

"Then, Prince Consort, I'm sorry, I'm afraid you will have to live in the dungeon of the clan mansion for a while."

Facing Haoran's oppression, Qin Xingxin's expression did not change at all, and he clapped his hands lightly.

Afterwards, three martial saints and ten martial emperors of the ninth rank peak level surrounded him from all directions.

Looking at the thirteen masters who surrounded him, Yu Haoran took a step back, and then signaled his master and senior brother to relax.

"Good, good, good!"

After looking at the thirteen masters from the clan mansion one by one, his eyes finally stopped at Qin Xingxin's face, and Yu Haoran said three times in a row.

Afterwards, he put away the Qiangu fan in his hand, took out a pill bottle from the storage ring, and said with a smile on his face.

"Qin Xingxin, I, Yu Haoran, will not attend today's engagement ceremony. I will leave the palace, Xianyang City, and return to Qingyun Peak now."

Yu Haoran actually gave up today's engagement ceremony, Qin Xingxin showed a smug smile on his face.

But after hearing Yu Haoran's words before he turned around and left, the smile was immediately replaced by nervousness.

"Qin Xingxin, before I, Yu Haoran, leave Xianyang City, I will send the pills in the pill bottle to the clan house."

"Yu Haoran, what do you mean?"

Not even calling the son-in-law's title, but directly calling out his name, is enough to show that the clan house did not expect him to smoothly attend today's engagement ceremony.

Faced with Qin Xingxin's question, Yu Haoran opened the pill bottle, poured out a pill from it, and then explained with a chuckle.

"Qin Xingxin, the pill in my hand is called Tuling Pill. It was created by a great master who was proficient in poison pills in the recent ancient times and whose alchemy realm was about to break through the Dan Emperor."

"As for the effect!"

Speaking of this, Yu Haoran used his sharp fingers to remove a trace of pill powder from the Tuling Pill, and then pointed his finger at a ninth-grade martial emperor master who was surrounding him.

Looking at the catapulted Dan Mo, the master of the ninth-grade Wuhuang realm showed a sneer of disdain on his face.

He did not dodge the catapulted Dan Mo, but mobilized his soul power and Yuan power to set up a second layer of defense in front of him.

But what terrified the ninth-grade Wuhuang master was that the Dan Mo shot by Yu Haoran ignored the defense of soul power and Yuan power, and easily penetrated the defense layer arranged by soul power and Yuan power.

Fortunately, as a master trained by the clan mansion, he was not short of defensive magic weapons.

A lower-grade defense magic weapon of the emperor realm blocked the Dan Mo that penetrated soul power and Yuan power in time.

But what made the ninth-grade Wuhuang master despair was that Dan Mo also ignored the defense of the magic weapon, easily passed through the defense magic weapon, and directly shot on his body, and then instantly merged into his body.

The elixir that was integrated into the body instantly gave rise to all kinds of feelings that could be known and described, such as pain, itchiness, soreness, swelling, numbness, etc., which made the Martial Emperor at the peak of the ninth level unable to hold back a miserable howl. He used one hand to remove the flesh at the itchy and numb parts, and used the Yuan force with the other hand to slap the sore and swollen parts.

It didn't take very long, only about a minute!

The originally majestic Martial Emperor at the peak of the ninth level, now had half of his body covered with eerie white bones, and the other half was bumpy like a piece of rag because of the desperate slapping of the Yuan force.