My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Definitely Problematic

Dugu Bo gave a dry laugh. "Can't I be curious? Hurry up and tell me."

Fang Yuan shrugged. "Twenty. What about it?"

Dugu Bo nodded instinctively. "So you're already twenty... Wait, did you say twenty!?"

He could hardly help being shocked. Although Fang Yuan looked extremely young, Soul Masters had methods to preserve their appearance. Even changing one's face with disguises and makeup was nothing unusual.

In Dugu Bo's eyes, though Fang Yuan was relatively young, judging from his strength, he certainly could not be some greenhorn fresh out of the gate.

By his original estimate, given Fang Yuan's current strength as a Seven-Ring Soul Saint and the cultivation speed of genius Soul Masters throughout history, Fang Yuan's true age should have been in his thirties.

A Soul Saint in his thirties already possessed an astonishing talent. If nothing went wrong and he maintained that cultivation speed, breaking through to become a Title Douluo at sixty was entirely possible.

By then, he would stand at the peak of the continent, able to stir up storms across it for over a century.

But Fang Yuan said he was only twenty?

Dugu Bo's first reaction was disbelief. He glared at Fang Yuan with blazing eyes.

My brother and I are of one mind, yet my brother's trying to play mind games with me? You think you can fool me?

Fang Yuan grew slightly uncertain under Dugu Bo's stare and could only count on his fingers.

Not long afterward, he corrected himself. "I remembered wrong. I'm indeed not twenty."

Only then did Dugu Bo relax a little.

That's what I thought. How could there possibly be a twenty-year-old Soul Saint, one who even possesses the strength to contend with a Title Douluo?

If such a monster really existed, I'd chew up this entire Sunset Forest on the spot!

Fang Yuan continued flatly, "More precisely, I'm nineteen. My birthday is still a few months away."

"..."

The wind swept past, and the silence in the clearing was deafening.

It was not only Dugu Bo whose mouth hung open. Dugu Yan had also frozen where she stood.

Only Tang San at Fang Yuan's side, having only recently entered the world of Soul Masters, did not yet understand what this age meant. He merely studied the two across from him with a puzzled gaze.

After a long while, Dugu Bo finally came back to his senses and said awkwardly, "Kid Fang, have you gone stupid from showing off? You're not lying to me, are you?"

Fang Yuan wore a strange expression. "What benefit would I get from lying to you?"

Dugu Bo felt as though his brains were about to boil dry. It took him a long time to convince himself.

This brat had one peculiarity after another. Whether it was his strength as a Soul Emperor capable of battling a Title Douluo head-on, his ability to cause another person's martial soul to mutate, or his miraculous skill in refining medicine, every last one of them was beyond ordinary people.

Then reaching the Soul Saint level before the age of twenty no longer seemed quite so impossible to accept.

Once he accepted that premise, everything made sense in Dugu Bo's heart.

I've already accepted this much. What's one more thing?

His tone was full of emotion. "Only after meeting you did I understand just how great the difference in talent between people can be. Those so-called youngest Soul Kings, Soul Emperors, and Title Douluos on the continent aren't even worthy of carrying your shoes.

"Once your strength and true age get out, they will surely set off an unimaginable storm across the continent. For your sake, the two great empires and Spirit Hall will likely truly begin a bloody struggle."

Fang Yuan shrugged. "What does that have to do with me? Go talk to my Incomplete Freedom Transformation if you have something to say. Did you ask my age just to remind me of this?"

Dugu Bo gave a strange chuckle. "Of course not. Kid Fang, let me ask you—what do you think of my granddaughter's looks?"

Fang Yuan's expression remained calm. "She's still a little lacking compared to me, but she's considered a rare beauty. Why?"

Upon hearing that, Dugu Yan standing beside Dugu Bo instinctively wanted to speak. But after taking a close look at Fang Yuan's handsome face, she found herself speechless.

He makes so much sense that I have nothing to say.

Dugu Bo smiled. "Kid Fang, my granddaughter is fifteen this year, and you're only nineteen. The two of you aren't far apart in age, and both of you are rare talents. You could truly be called a match made in heaven.

"Though speaking of talent before you may seem overly presumptuous, people who can compare with you are truly hard to find. My granddaughter's talent is already quite outstanding across the entire continent. I intend to give her to you in marriage. What do you think?"

Hearing this, Dugu Yan standing beside Dugu Bo could not help but be greatly startled. Her beautiful eyes widened at once, and her voice was full of disbelief. "Grandfather, you..."

Dugu Bo turned toward her in surprise. "Yan, you're unwilling? This brat is a hot commodity. Your grandfather has to help you stake your claim early."

Dugu Yan's cheeks flushed. Looking at Fang Yuan across from her, she wanted to refuse, but when the words reached her lips, she hesitated involuntarily.

Seeing the old man trying to force a match, Fang Yuan could not help but smile bitterly. "Old Poison, don't be foolish. How can you treat your own granddaughter's lifelong marriage as a joke?"

Before Dugu Bo could react, Dugu Yan beside him immediately widened her eyes. "What, you're unwilling?"

Though she was somewhat shy inside, Dugu Yan had been spoiled by her grandfather since childhood and had a rather willful temperament. Seeing that she had not even said anything yet, while the other party had already objected outright, she could not help growing angry.

Fang Yuan shook his head. "You're too young. We're not suitable."

"Too young? What's too young? I'm fifteen already, and you're only nineteen..."

Dugu Yan argued, but her words abruptly stopped, as if she had suddenly thought of something. Her gaze could not help drifting downward.

The girl's martial soul had originally been the Jade Phosphorous Serpent, but it had now become the Azure Dragon. Both had sleek, streamlined bodies. Influenced by her martial soul, the girl herself was tall and slender, with very little wind resistance.

Dugu Yan stared hard at her own figure, disbelief gradually appearing in her eyes. "Could it be that you mean I..."

Her tone even carried a trace of shyness and unwillingness.

The corner of Fang Yuan's mouth could not help twitching. What was this woman thinking? Did she think I was the kind of person who believed bigger was better?

He shook his head. "I mean your age. Fifteen is still too young. At the very least, wait until you're eighteen before discussing marriage."

Both Dugu Yan and Dugu Bo found this rather strange. "Why? Plenty of people begin discussing marriage at fifteen."

Fang Yuan merely smiled faintly and bitterly.

He had never been someone who failed to learn his lesson. The experience of his previous world being destroyed in an instant had made him consciously avoid certain situations.

For example, siblings refining Gu together, little bear biscuits, or Stone Men building the Grand Canal.

Naturally, underage girls were also within the bounds of his vigilance.

Fang Yuan had no desire to trigger another attack from the Rank-Ten Net-Cleansing Gu, but such matters were not easy to explain. He could only brush it off as a custom of his hometown.

"What a strange custom." Dugu Yan shook her head, though she temporarily accepted the explanation.