She Had a Terrible Temper!

"Kid, I know you feel wronged, but don't get upset just yet..."

In the room, a white-haired old man looked at the expressionless youth and pleaded patiently. "Your mother arranged this marriage."

"And sure, Lu Yatou has a few flaws, but she's beautiful! She ranks first on Southern State's Rouge Ranking."

"Marrying a woman like that actually... wouldn't be so bad, right?"

At that, Ye Qiu's expression finally changed.

The corner of his mouth twitched!

Lu Li really was beautiful, with big eyes, a high nose, fair skin, a great figure, and especially those long legs...

But her temper was awful!

Awful beyond belief!

Ye Qiu had merely gone to Chunfeng Tower with a friend. He had only drunk a little wine and listened to some music, nothing more, yet that girl had chased him with a sword for three days and three nights.

If I'd actually done something, fine, you could cut me down. But I didn't...

What, fight her?

Listen carefully...

Lu Li was one of the Ten Core at Southern State's First Academy, and the youngest Core Disciple in its entire history.

Her talent was monstrous... You could even say she was a monster!

And she was a Sword Cultivator!

She was known as the Combat Power Ceiling!

She wasn't just a little good at fighting!

Ye Qiu wasn't bad himself. Among his generation in Southern State, he was definitely somebody!

He was seventeen this year and had already entered the Tongxuan Realm... The seventy- and eighty-year-old men in his Lineage had only reached the Tongxuan Realm themselves!

But against that woman, he could withstand one sword strike at most... because after that strike, he'd already be down!

The real problem was...

Her teacher was formidable too: Nan Qingyue, one of the First Academy's three Super Mentors!

More importantly, her teacher was also a woman, also a Sword Cultivator, terrifyingly good at fighting, and fiercely protective of her own...

No.

Her teacher wasn't merely protective. She was biased, she covered for her disciple, and she wouldn't listen to reason!

Her disciple could never be wrong. Whatever her disciple did was right, and if you clashed with her disciple, the problem was you.

If you couldn't see your mistake, she'd help her disciple beat you until you did!

Who could stand marrying a woman like that? His standing in the family might end up lower than a dog's!

Anyway, I'm scared.

Think you could do better? Be my guest.

"No. Absolutely not!" Ye Qiu looked at the old man with a resolute expression. "Grandpa, I'm your own grandson! You can't just watch me fall into a pit of fire!"

"Think of something. Call off this marriage for me!"

The old man, Wen Zheng, looked troubled too. "But I've tried everything I can. They won't listen!"

Wen Zheng was at his wits' end. He had seen plenty of talented people, and his grandson was outstanding. Given time, the boy was bound to accomplish great things.

But compared with Lu Li... they seemed to exist in entirely different worlds.

With how exceptional she was, if she wished it, the finest young men of Southern State's top Noble Families would line up to propose to her.

Yet she had set her heart on Ye Qiu as stubbornly as if she'd swallowed an iron weight. She wanted no one else. Nothing else would do. She would marry Ye Qiu!

Ye Qiu gritted his teeth. "Couldn't you hold out a little longer?"

Wen Zheng sighed. "Your grandpa's old. I really can't hold out anymore."

Ye Qiu glared at him. "Can you face my late mother after this?"

Wen Zheng gave a weary sigh. "I'd like to, but your grandpa's afraid of getting beaten too..."

At that, bitterness crossed his face.

That girl could fight.

Her teacher could fight even better!

And she hit hard!

He knew from experience!

It hadn't been pleasant...

"No, I've got to run!" It looked as though he couldn't count on his grandpa. Ye Qiu would have to save himself.

"About that... I'm afraid you can't run." Wen Zheng rubbed his nose.

Ye Qiu stared at him.

Wen Zheng said, "The Great Elder, Second Elder, Third Elder, and Fourth Elder... are all standing guard outside the estate. They've covered the front and back gates. They'll take shifts around the clock until they deliver you to Southern State's First Academy!"

Ye Qiu bristled. "How could they do that?"

Furious, he said, "I've fought for the Wen Family since I was ten! How many hard-won contributions have I made for the Wen Family over the years?"

"I won half the standing and resources the Wen Family has today, didn't I?"

"Look at these seventy or eighty scars on my body. Which one of them wasn't earned for the Wen Family?"

Wen Zheng nodded. "Yes. They know what you've done and appreciate you for it. But they're human too, and they're afraid of getting beaten! Instructor Nan said that if she doesn't see you, she'll beat the Wen Family into oblivion!"

Ye Qiu's face darkened. "You have no backbone!"

Wen Zheng smiled bitterly. "You've got more backbone than anyone in our family. Couldn't you bear this grievance a little longer?"

Ye Qiu: "..."

He took a deep breath and looked at Wen Zheng in utter despair. "I knew it. A daughter's son just isn't the same as a son's son!"

"Good that you understand."

Ye Qiu: "..."

Wen Zheng stood up. "Get some rest. You leave in three days, and we'll escort you there ourselves."

With that, he rushed out of the room before Ye Qiu could object.

Ye Qiu stared blankly at the ceiling, looking as though he had nothing left to live for.

Anger made his head ache.

Badly!

It wasn't as if he was lacking. All his life, he had been the one bullying others. Even when he faced the prodigies of South Capital's Aristocratic Clans, he had never been pushed around so badly that he lost all his spirit.

But...

Why did a woman have to take up the sword? Why did she have to be so damned good at fighting?

It made his blood boil.

Absolutely boil!

His head hurt even more.

Ye Qiu lay down on the bed and closed his eyes, but the pain remained unbearable. It felt as though his head might burst. It even hurt enough to make him see things.

At first, white mist swirled before his eyes.

Then the mist dispersed.

A black mountain appeared.

It was towering and immense, an awe-inspiring sight.

But that wasn't what shocked him.

What shocked him was... a massive serpent coiled around the mountain, its entire body Blood Red and faintly glowing.

Its head rested on the summit and was as large as a room.

Its scarlet eyes were like two blood-red lanterns as it stared down at Ye Qiu with an arrogance that seemed to look down on all living things.

Beside the Great Serpent, Ye Qiu was as tiny as an ant.

He muttered, "Is that a snake?"

The Great Serpent said, "No. A dragon!"

"..." Ye Qiu froze. He had actually heard its voice. "This... isn't a hallucination?"

The Great Serpent shook its head slightly. "The real thing!"

Whoosh—

Ye Qiu stumbled back several steps, utterly stunned. "This is my mindscape... Why are you here?"

The Great Serpent looked listless. "Yes, why am I here again? I'd like to know too. Why does it have to be me again?"

It seemed this wasn't its first time doing something like this.

And beneath its voice lay helplessness, bitterness, and even... resentment!