Whale Hunter watched Jiang Su, burped from his drink, and then laughed:
The silver-haired girl’s gaze remained calm.
Mr. Siming’s smile twitched, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
No, Whale Fisher, don’t drop the connection at this time.
If you agree, you will have no daughter.
Leaning against the pavilion’s red pillar while sitting, Whale Hunter twirled his wine cup and said, "Ying Country is a major nation, and being the wife of the Prince of Ying isn’t too bad. What could I possibly refuse?"
"However, there’s just one thing I need help with from the Military God."
Jiang Su asked, "What?"
Whale Hunter casually said, "Please have the Emperor of Ying come here, then crawl through here." He pointed towards his crotch, a smile spreading across his face, and said, "After making two dog barks, I might consider it."
Jiang Su’s expression tightened slightly, and he said, "You must be joking, my friend."
Whale Hunter scoffed, "You were the one who started joking with me."
He looked up and said, "I’ve already declared my daughter has no parents, I couldn’t care less, and besides, whether she marries someone or follows someone, it has nothing to do with me. She’s the one following someone, not me getting married."
"Asking me, what’s the use? She’s the one with legs on her body."
"What, after I agree, am I supposed to marry your Prince? No, no, no, it would have to be your Prince marrying me."
This beggar, who had roamed from south to north since childhood, squinted at Jiang Su, grinning:
"What, is your Prince selling hooks?"
Jiang Su’s forehead twitched, the beggar’s mouth really stank, but he ignored the rest of what the Martial Arts Legend had said, merely stating plainly, "Since ancient times, the relationship between monarch and subject, father and son."
"The directives of parents and the matchmaking words make it orthodox."
"You are her father, if you say it, naturally she has to listen."
Whale Hunter flicked his finger in his ear and said, "I am but a beggar, unaware of your customs, my kid was born because I was drugged, and that woman never asked me about it when she drugged me, nor did we ask her when the child was being born."
The Silver-haired Man looked down: "When she did that thing to the child."
"No one ever asked her if she was willing."
"And now, you want me to marry her off to some old man in his thirties with just one word from me, what do you mean by that?"
There was now a hint of anger in Jiang Su’s brows.
"The age of thirty is precisely the time for a hero to exert himself!"
Whale Hunter burst into loud laughter: "Being a prince for thirty years counts for nothing heroic, his father might still count as a heroic good man. If your over-thirty Prince is considered a hero, then doesn’t that make Li Guanyi, that smelly brat who became Marquis at sixteen based on military merit, unparalleled in the world?"
Jiang Su had not yet said anything.
Whale Hunter’s expression had already drastically changed as he spat repeatedly.
It was the habit of the common folk; if they spoke something inauspicious, they had to spit it out.
Jiang Su slightly furrowed his brows, and his countenance relaxed slightly: "I see, it seems Whale Hunter has also found a fine son-in-law; why not speak of it sooner? Now that this matter arises, it’s my fault indeed; come."
He lifted a cup of wine, generous and composed, and said:
"Then, here’s to the two children, wishing them a lifetime of happiness together."
Old Siming couldn’t help but gasp.
Then he glanced at the stiff Whale Hunter.
Old Siming looked towards the silver-haired girl, finding that not a single ripple stirred in her due to that phrase; he was momentarily stunned, then suddenly felt a bit of pity.
Whale Hunter had already furiously flipped the table, cursing loudly:
"Jiang Su you old fart, if you can’t speak properly then shut your mouth!"
Even the Military God Jiang Su, known for his composure, now showed some anger.
He had come here gently and leisurely, proposing an invitation, and if it was refused, he was ready to sincerely congratulate. But Whale Hunter’s unruliness finally ignited Jiang Su’s fury, and the Military God scoffed:
"Whale Fishing, you seem quite fiery."
Whale Hunter scoffed, "Wanna try?"
The moment these words fell, a palm had already grasped Whale Hunter’s face.
Whale Hunter’s Inner Strength exploded but was immediately crushed.
Military God Jiang Su held onto Whale Hunter’s face, destroying the nearby pavilion and rockery, and then pressed his body down. Within this move, the Primordial Qi of miles around was suppressed, and the formations on Whale Hunter’s body began to surface, shattering layer by layer.
Military God Jiang Su kept pressing down on him.
The ground burst open.
Whale Hunter’s head was smashed directly into the ground.
Jiang Su’s eyes held suppressed icy murderous intent, the ground shattered in layers, and the body of Whale Hunter he grasped dispersed, transforming into breath, which reassembled with formations. A prominent scratch appeared on the right cheek of the Silver-haired Man.
Whale Hunter raised his hand to wipe his cheek, his eyes sharp.
Jiang Su stood up, calm and composed, opening his hand.
Military God Jiang Su.
Before Sword Madman, one of the four legends.
The strongest single entity with unparalleled physical prowess, his killing and defensive abilities are first among the four legends.
Only Sword Madman, who does not seek longevity, has a sword that can break through his cultivation.
Whale Hunter said, "Military God Jiang Su, unparalleled under the heavens, quite interesting."
Jiang Su calmly replied, "Now second in the world."
Jiang Su looked at his palm, bearing scorched black marks as if struck by thunder, and somewhat marveled, "Being able to swiftly construct formations while I attacked, truly interesting."
"First in Formation Path, no falsehood."
"I give you seven breaths of time; set up your formation."