Good Brother Qian Qinghe [Qian Qinghe Is Qian Renxue's Alias]

"Qian Qinghe, that's enough."

"If you keep eating, there won't be any left for me."

"No, I'm not full yet!"

"You made this grilled fish so delicious. What's wrong with letting me eat a little more?"

Having said that,

Qian Qinghe grabbed another grilled fish and stuffed it into his mouth. He was in such a rush that grease smeared the corners of his lips.

Yet Qian Qinghe did not care in the slightest.

He continued opening his small mouth to bite into the fish. As he savored its tender flesh and smoky aroma, his eyes immediately narrowed into crescent moons.

Seeing how greedy Qian Qinghe looked, Wu Qingkong smiled and ultimately let him have his way.

After finishing a grilled fish, Qian Qinghe patted his belly and said contentedly,

"This is so strange. My family's chefs have been grilling fish for more than a decade, so why can't they make it as fragrant and delicious as yours?!"

Wu Qingkong said nothing and continued with what he was doing.

What Qian Qinghe did not know was that the grilled fish tasted so good because Wu Qingkong's skill did not belong to this world.

He had transmigrated from Blue Star, and naturally, his grilled fish techniques had come from Blue Star as well.

The people of Blue Star were extremely particular about food. They had thoroughly studied everything from controlling the heat for grilled fish to the timing of adding salt.

In terms of culinary skill alone, Blue Star completely crushed Douluo Continent.

On Douluo Continent, it could be said that aside from Wu Qingkong, no one else could recreate this flavor.

After eating his fill,

Qian Qinghe lay sprawled against the table by himself, his lips pursed.

In a haughty tone, he asked,

"Brother Wu, let me ask you a serious question."

"What is it? Go ahead."

Wu Qingkong grabbed a pinch of tea leaves and tossed them into boiling water, then added a little milk.

"If the elders in your family arranged a marriage for you, but you already had someone you liked, would you firmly follow your heart, or obey your family elders?"

Wu Qingkong was somewhat surprised by Qian Qinghe's question.

What era was this? Arranged marriages were still a thing? Of course I'd follow my own heart.

But on second thought, his good brother was a native of Douluo Continent. The will of one's parents and the words of matchmakers were things that had always been unavoidable in this world.

Even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the second greatest sect in the land, could not freely choose their own lovers. For the sake of survival, they had to choose a battle Soul Master.

If even great sects were like this, then what about his good brother?

Wu Qingkong did not know Qian Qinghe's family background, but judging by his clothes and his usual extravagance, he felt that his good brother was no ordinary person. At the very least, he was probably a noble of the Heavenly Dou Empire.

But even nobles could not escape the will of their parents and the words of matchmakers.

Wu Qingkong felt a little sorry for Qian Qinghe. After thinking for a moment, he advised, "Marriage is not a child's game. In my opinion, you should decide your own life."

"If it were me, I wouldn't accept it."

"Before my grandfather passed away, he arranged a marriage for me. Once I finish mourning him, I'll go break off the engagement!"

Upon hearing Wu Qingkong's words, Qian Qinghe, who had been eating grilled fish, froze completely. The grilled fish in his hand fell to the ground.

"What? You have an engagement?"

"Who is she? Which family is she from?"

"You absolutely can't agree to it!"

Qian Qinghe's little face flushed red with agitation, a rosy blush spreading across his fair cheeks.

Wu Qingkong was stunned when he saw this.

Whenever his good brother got excited, he always looked like this—his fair face tinged with crimson, just like a shy young girl.

He had a feeling that if Qian Qinghe were a girl, he would definitely be very beautiful.

Wu Qingkong smiled.

"Definitely not. Her family's standards are too high. I'm just from an ordinary family—I wouldn't dare reach so high."

"There are no feelings between us. Even if we got married, we wouldn't be happy."

After Wu Qingkong finished speaking, he picked up a glass filled with water. With a light tap of his finger, a chilling frost aura surged forth.

The cup of water instantly froze into ice.

At the same time, five soul rings rose beneath his feet: yellow, yellow, purple, black, black.

He flicked a finger against the side of the glass. With a crisp ding,

the entire block of ice instantly shattered into tiny pieces.

Qian Qinghe was temporarily stunned by Wu Qingkong's display.

Yet at the same time, he also felt a little uneasy.

Given Wu Qingkong's talent and appearance, Qian Qinghe believed that the girl engaged to him would definitely be moved by him.

In terms of appearance,

Wu Qingkong was by no means unattractive. His long ice-blue hair fell to his waist, his skin was fair, his features handsome, and his eyes lively and bright.

In terms of talent,

Wu Qingkong was only sixteen this year, yet his soul power had already broken through to the Soul King rank. At this age and level, even Spirit Hall's Golden Generation could not compare.

Fortunately, he wanted to break off the engagement. Otherwise, this marriage agreement truly might have gone through.

But when he thought of himself, Qian Qinghe could only frown miserably.

Wu Qingkong was alone and could break off his engagement whenever he wanted. How was I supposed to break off mine?

Wu Qingkong took out the boiled tea drink. With a light point of his finger, a layer of frost immediately formed over the surface of the teapot.

After adding the ice he had prepared earlier, Wu Qingkong poured a cup and handed it to Qian Qinghe.

"Your milk tea!"

Seeing that Qian Qinghe was still spacing out, he asked curiously, "What are you thinking about?"

"Ah, ah?"

Qian Qinghe came back to his senses.

"No, no, I was just thinking about how to tell my grandfather that I want to break off the engagement."

"I'm afraid Grandfather won't agree."

"After all, Grandfather was the one who arranged this marriage."

"My grandfather is an old stick-in-the-mud. I don't know what I can say to make him agree."

Wu Qingkong was a little surprised after hearing this, because his own engagement had also been arranged by his grandfather.

Wu Qingkong's grandfather, Wu Changming, possessed the same Heavenfrost Sword martial soul as him. He was a reclusive Limit Douluo and also the successor of the Shura God.

Yet while completing the Shura God's eighth trial, he had failed the assessment.

A divine inheritance successor who failed an assessment should have perished, but Wu Changming had stubbornly clung to life through his extraordinary talent and profound cultivation.

He lived for more than another decade and raised Wu Qingkong.

He did not pass away until three years ago.

Before Wu Changming died, he took out a marriage contract for Wu Qingkong.

The moment Wu Qingkong saw it, he was utterly dumbfounded.

Because the person engaged to him was actually Qian Daoliu's granddaughter, Qian Renxue?!

Wu Qingkong was scared senseless.

Who was Qian Renxue?

The heir of Spirit Hall. And Spirit Hall was destined to be purged by the Tang God-King in the future. If he truly married Qian Renxue,

he would inevitably be purged by the Tang God-King later on. Besides, he had never even crossed paths with Qian Renxue, and she might not even like him.

Therefore, Wu Qingkong made up his mind. Once he had mourned his grandfather for three years, he would immediately go to Spirit Hall and break off the engagement!

All he wanted was to honestly live a secluded life, picking chrysanthemums by the eastern fence and gazing leisurely upon the southern mountains.

As for the situation across the continent, that was not something he needed to worry about!

Seeing Qian Qinghe's troubled expression, Wu Qingkong felt somewhat sorry for him as well.

He truly did not understand why a small courtyard had gathered two people troubled by marriage agreements at once. Did the people of this continent really love arranging engagements for their younger generations so much?