No one knew how terrifying the fury smoldering in Xian Fu’s heart was at that moment.
Her gaze turned cold as she spoke, "Is my Meng’er not beautiful?"
Chang Qing nodded without hesitation, "A beauty beyond compare, rare to find in this world."
"Then, is Banmeng’s talent lacking?" Xian Fu asked again.
"The Extreme Yin Enchantress Physique, her talent is exceptional, one in a million."
Chang Qing answered with a bitter smile.
Xian Fu let out a sudden cold laugh, "In terms of aptitude, looks, and background, Meng’er is impeccable."
"I’m curious which family’s girl made you willing to give up Banmeng."
With a deep breath, she suppressed the fury in her heart, "I will give you one more chance, choose again!"
At this moment, at the rear of the hall, Xian Banmeng tightly clenched her dress with a nervous expression, listening intently.
Upon hearing the young man’s reply, tears silently fell from Xian Banmeng’s eyes.
A kind of indescribable pain surged through her body with the beating of her heart.
Xian Fu could no longer suppress the fury in her heart, shattering the spirit table beside her with a palm, the terrifying aura of a quasi-emperor surged skyward.
She looked at Chang Qing, a murderous glint flashing in her eyes, her voice icy, "Chang Qing!"
"If I were to kill your beloved, what would you do then!"
The debts of two generations coupled, both abandoned by the ’Su’ family, Xian Fu was nearly losing her sanity from anger.
Upon hearing the threat, Chang Qing furrowed his brow, standing upright, directly meeting Xian Fu’s gaze,
"You’re speaking too seriously!"
Xian Fu stared at the young man below with furrowed brows, as if he gradually merged with Su Nan from the past.
The same unyielding spirit, the same unwillingness to be threatened, even that undivided affection, all exactly the same.
"Hahaha, fine, fine, fine."
Xian Fu’s hair danced wildly, her expression carrying an anger that others found hard to understand.
She looked at Chang Qing, her tone ice-cold and filled with murderous intent, "You Su family folk, all so good, but not worthy of my Xian family daughters!"
"Since that’s the case..."
Speaking, Xian Fu slightly raised her hand, endless divine light gathered in her palm, a terrifying aura spreading.
Seeing this, Chang Qing frowned deeply, somewhat unable to understand.
It was just a simple refusal of a marriage, why was Xian Fu so angry? Follow current novels on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽
Just as Xian Fu was about to make her move, Xian Banmeng rushed out from the rear of the hall, hugging Xian Fu’s arm.
"Mutual affection is what I want, why force it?"
"Let Chang Qing go, this has nothing to do with him, it’s my unrequited love."
By this point, Xian Fu was already extremely angry, shouting sharply, "Let go!"
"Today’s matter has nothing to do with you, he deserves to die simply because his surname is Su!"
New hatred added to old grievances, the resentment towards Su Nan over the years, Xian Fu counted it all on Chang Qing’s head.
Xian Fu waved her sleeve, forcefully pushing Xian Banmeng away, about to take action.
Xian Banmeng cried like rain, blocking Chang Qing, falling to her knees with a thud, sobbing, "Do you want me to feel guilty for a lifetime?"
Xian Fu pointed at Xian Banmeng, her finger trembling lightly, suddenly smashing a palm hard beside the hall,
In her extraordinary anger, Xian Fu vandalized the hall, venting the pent-up fury in her heart, cursing the Su family aloud.
Inside the hall, continuous loud crashes echoed, breaking open massive holes, numerous surrounding disciples ran away in terror.
However, the nearby Xian Yuchen seemed to hear something, his eyes brightened, and he ran straight out of the sect gate.
Xian Banmeng’s tear-streaked face turned to Chang Qing, urgently whispering.
Looking at Xian Banmeng kneeling on the ground, Chang Qing’s gaze grew complex.
After a moment of silence, he took out a stack of calligraphy paper he had practiced on and a simple brush.
"These are words I practiced in the ’Yi’ character realm, observing them may help you break through the artistic conception."
"Today’s matter... thank you very much."
Finally, Chang Qing bowed respectfully with Xian Banmeng, turned around, and walked out of the hall.
Xian Banmeng watched his departing figure, silent for a long time.
"Artistic conception..."
She gently picked up the simple brush Chang Qing left behind, slowly placing it on a sheet of plain paper.
Flawless teardrops, tracing with ink to form three delicate characters.
As the characters appeared, an intense artistic conception enveloped the air.
The artistic barrier that had trapped Xian Banmeng for so long finally broke on the day Chang Qing left.
However, as she looked at the characters on the paper and felt the overwhelming artistic intent, her smile was filled with bitterness.
"So, the artistic conception I had awaited for so long turned out to be..."