General, Your Wife Is Requesting Your Return Home For Farming Chapter 1269: Proud Son of Heaven

Chapter 1269: Proud Son of Heaven

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

The Purple Marquis was definitely an outstanding talent among his peers. He had excellent talent like Saintess Red Lotus.

The difference was that he was older, had practiced martial arts for long enough, and was experienced in fighting enemies.

Ling Yin introduced him to Su Xiaoxiao and Wei Xu. “He’s too strong. The Hidden Sword Villa has suggested letting him be an elder several times, but he doesn’t like restrictions and rejected them.”

Su Xiaoxiao stopped as she the walnut to her mouth. “Are you sure he’s not here to slaughter the place with your strength? The Hidden Sword Villa is not kind.”

Ling Yin sighed. “There’s no choice. That’s the rule. As long as it’s not the sect masters and elders of the various sects, the Elder Council of the City Lord Manor won’t stop it.”

There was a bug in this rule!

What if everyone deliberately suppressed themselves and did not become elders, like the Purple Marquis? Wouldn’t it be a mess?

Su Xiaoxiao asked, “Are there any other elders who rejected their positions to partic.i.p.ate in the compet.i.tion?”

Ling Yin could not answer this question. The Hundred Flowers Palace had not partic.i.p.ated in the compet.i.tion for many years, so her knowledge was limited.

The Palace Lord said, “There’s only the Purple Marquis.”

“Wei Ting b.u.mped into one?”

Su Xiaoxiao had no words for his luck or the lack thereof.

Xing’er didn’t understand. “But Palace Lord, why is the Purple Marquis the only one doing this?”

The Palace Lord liked Su Xiaoxiao and doted on this smart and loyal maidservant.

She said patiently, “Generally speaking, those who can cultivate the strength of an elder are not young anymore. If they partic.i.p.ate in the compet.i.tion of the younger generation now, it will be unfair if they win, but if they lose, their face will be swept to the ground. Moreover, although there are no clear rules, everyone has an agreement. All the disciples who partic.i.p.ate in the compet.i.tion are disciples below the age of 30. The Purple Marquis is 29 this year. Thinking about it, this is the last martial arts compet.i.tion he can partic.i.p.ate in.”

Xing’er was enlightened. “I see.”

She looked at the young master who was waiting in the crowd to go on stage. “In that case, Young Master is really miserable. He met the only elder.”

Su Xiaoxiao looked at the observation platform of the Hidden Sword Villa diagonally opposite.

The Purple Marquis was not an elder, but he was even more terrifying than an elder. After all, he was still so young and already had such strength.

He was a proud son of heaven.

Wei Ting’s opening was even more h.e.l.lish than hers.

Accompanied by the sound of the gong, the Purple Marquis flew up the arena from the observation platform of the Hidden Sword Villa.

He did not deliberately make a flashy appearance like Saintess Red Lotus and landed in the center.

However, as the saying went, outsiders watched the show while experts watched the art.

“The Purple Marquis has reached the ground without dust. His internal strength and qinggong have improved more than three years ago!”

“I remember that Purple Marquis’ momentum three years ago was very fierce. He was going to win the champions.h.i.+p. On the way, something unexpected happened in the Hidden Sword Villa. He rushed to the rescue and was not fated to partic.i.p.ate in the subsequent battles. He stopped at fourth place.”

“What a pity.”

“I know the Purple Marquis. Who is this Duanmu Yun?”

“You just returned to the island, right? Duanmu Yun is the youngest son of the Palace Master of the Hundred Flowers Palace.”

“When did Palace Lord Yun have a youngest son?”

“It’s a long story…”

This wave of people gradually deviated.

However, most people were still paying attention to the compet.i.tion itself.

Purple Marquis was an expert comparable to the disciples of the a.s.sa.s.sin Alliance. No one believed that an unknown Duanmu Yun could defeat him.

When betting, everyone decisively placed their bets on Purple Marquis.

Wei Liulang chuckled and said, “Haven’t you guys been slapped in the face enough just now? How dare you bet recklessly?”

A disciple looked at him as if he was a fool. “That’s the Purple Marquis! He won’t lose no matter what!”

At this moment, the guard who came over to shout for bets walked around with a plate. “Is there anyone else who wants to bet?”

“Yes, I do.”

A young man in a bamboo hat spoke.

He took out 5,000 taels of silver.

The guard asked, “Bet on the Purple Marquis?”

The man in the bamboo hat said, “No, bet on Duanmu Yun.”

The guard sized him up. “Who are you?”

The man in the bamboo hat took off his bamboo hat and jumped onto the arena. “Duanmu Yun.”

The guard was speechless.

Everyone was speechless.

“Are you crazy! Betting on yourself!”

A martial artist despised him.

Wei Liulang took a step forward and glared at him. “Who are you calling crazy? If you dare to say another word, believe it or not, I’ll beat your brains out!”

The martial artist glanced at Wei Liulang and then at Jing Yi and Su Mo.

He was alone, and there were three of them.

He kept his composure and snorted coldly, ignoring them.

“That’s enough.”

Su Mo advised, “Control your temper. He didn’t say anything wrong.”

Baby Jing nodded. “Yes.”

Wei Liulang was speechless. Which side was yheou on?

The Palace Lord bet 5,000 taels of silver on her son winning.

Sect Master Lu looked at the jelly beans on the table.

Xing’er carried the candy over.

Sect Master Lu swallowed and bet 500 taels of Wei Ting.

Only then did Xing’er give him the jelly beans.

“Granny isn’t betting anymore?” Su Xiaoxiao asked.

Granny Nie didn’t move.

Sect Master Lu ate candy and accidentally sold Granny Nie. “Granny has placed the bet long ago. It’s even earlier than your bet. 2,000 taels for Purple Marquis!”

Su Xiaoxiao looked at Granny Nie with an indescribable expression. “I’m a wild descendant of the Jin family but Wei Ting is a proper disciple of Elder Qiu. Are you so unconfident?”

Wei Ting was still wearing the same disguise as on the day he attended the City Lord Manor’s one-month-old celebration.

A beauty’s bones were there. Unless he deliberately pretended to be ugly, no matter who he turned into, his sharpness could not be hidden.

“What a handsome man.”

In an observation platform in the east, a beautiful woman with a graceful figure lay lazily on a soft bed covered in tiger skin.

The disciple knelt on the ground with a fresh fruit plate in his hand.

Behind her, a handsome man gently ma.s.saged her shoulders.

She stared straight at Wei Ting’s strong waist. “How good would it be if he was a disciple of my Walkabout Sect?”

Wei Ting and Purple Marquis did not pretend to be polite and started fighting. The gong had not even rung.

The guard was so frightened that he added two gongs.

The first round was too exciting, and the scene of Saintess Red Lotus being wrapped in layers of Snow Region Heavenly Silk made everyone’s hair stand on end.

For the next nine rounds, there were no more exciting battles. Everyone was actually a little unmotivated.

However, Purple Marquis and Wei Ting attacked like G.o.ds. They were as fast as lightning and kept colliding and separating. Every punch hit flesh, making everyone’s blood boil!

“Stop dozing off! Look!”

A disciple below the stage shook his sleepy companion.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Purple Marquis punched Wei Ting’s chest and slammed him to the ground!

Everyone gasped.

Gosh, this must have stunned him, right? His ribs must be broken!

However, those dozens of moves just now were really exciting. This was probably the first person to dare to fight the Purple Marquis head-on.

“To be able to withstand so many moves from Purple Marquis, Duanmu Yun has some ability, but that’s all he has. His attacks are so fierce and he has exhausted a lot of energy. He doesn’t have any strength to counterattack.”

“That’s right. In less than three moves, Purple Marquis will definitely defeat him!”