Lin Boyuan After listening, he sat on the chair and said nothing.
Everyone in the hall looked at him. The air in the main hall seemed to be suppressed by something, and even the breathing became stagnant. The four wooden plates were still neatly placed in the hands of the servants behind Xiao Yan, and the seal Spirit Rune on the jade bottle was slightly reflective.
For the third-grade high-level elixir, give it to Lin Feng. Supreme-Grade Law Artifact, give it to Lin Chuan. For the fourth-grade Glazed Glass Soul-Purifying Pill, give it to yourself Lin Boyuan.
Xiao Household This is a thorough calculation of Lin Household. Especially that Glazed Glass Soul-Purifying Pill. For any Golden Core Late Stage monk, the weight is too heavy, enough to shake many things.
Lin Wei was the first one who couldn't sit still. She stood up with her eyes still red. "Father, no!"
Then, she suddenly turned to Xiao Yan and pressed her right hand directly on the handle of the knife at her waist, "Xiao Yan! Have you forgotten how Lin Household treated you back then? Who escorted you all the way to Duke of Tranquil Peace's Residence when you were picked up by Xiao Household after Uncle Xiao passed away? When was your childhood visit to Lin Household without your mother personally making you spiritual cakes? Now that you have Brahma Sound Valley as your backer, you won't admit it when you fall out--"
In fact, Lin Wei is afraid that once Lin Boyuan agrees, her brother will become a big joke.
Lin Boyuan raised his hand to stop Lin Wei. He stood up slowly, not very fast, but every time he went up a little, the air pressure in the main hall became heavier.
"Niece Xiao is really sincere."
Xiao Yan Hearing these words, the heart that had been hanging in my chest for a long time finally fell back.
That's right. She was right from the beginning. Lin Boyuan may not care about the elixir or Law Artifact, but it is impossible for any Golden Core Late Stage monk to care about life and death when crossing Heart Devil Tribulation. Glazed Glass Soul-Purifying Pill is a hurdle, and she does not believe that Lin Boyuan can get around it.
As long as Lin Boyuan nods, the matter is 80% settled.
As for Lin Feng's opinion, what opinion can a monk Qi Refinement Realm, whose whereabouts are unknown and whose qualifications are not even as good as Four Spirit Root's, have? Occasionally, she would flash the clear eyes of the young man, but in the blink of an eye, she would forget them. The two of them have long been in two different worlds.
"Then... the marriage certificate?" Xiao Yan took half a step forward.
When the marriage contract was signed, Xiao Household specially invited Old Duke of Tranquil Peace, Lin Boyuan who had just become Golden Core, and another Golden Core in order to prevent Lin Household from going back on his word. Rogue Cultivator was witnessed by three parties. The marriage certificate contains the breath marks of three Golden Core monks and the Essence Blood imprints of Lin Feng and Xiao Yan.
What was originally a means to prevent Lin Household from going back on his word has now become a constraint for Xiao Household. To forcibly lift it, Nascent Soul Cultivator must take action. So Xiao Yan must first get back the marriage certificate kept by Lin Household, and then ask Xiao Household to come forward and find an intermediary to remove the imprint, otherwise why would it be so troublesome.
Xiao Yan was quickly calculating the follow-up in her mind. If she loses, she will lose. Although Glazed Glass Soul-Purifying Pill is precious, it is just a stepping stone compared to what she can get after the plan succeeds. That one The woman that the big shot wants must be completely pure in body and mind, and the marriage contract is like a tail. When the marriage certificate is obtained and Brahma Sound Valley is married, after the event is completed, the world is so big that even Lin Household cannot stop her.
"Niece Xiao, don't worry."
Lin Boyuan's words interrupted her thoughts. He walked down from the seat with a relaxed pace and even a smile on his face.
"I have a way to get the best of both worlds, do you think it works?"
"The best of both worlds?" Xiao Yan frowned slightly. She subconsciously glanced at the old monk beside her. The Buddha beads in the old monk's hand did not stop, but the speed was slower.
She looked back at Lin Boyuan, "Uncle Lin, please speak."
Lin Boyuan put her hands behind her back, took a step forward, looked at Xiao Yan with a half-smile, and then looked at the four wooden plates behind her.
"The way is, I will not withdraw from the marriage, and you will keep the things." The smile at the corner of his mouth widened, "You marry me, Lin Household, and the things will belong to me, Lin Household, isn't it the best of both worlds?"
After saying that, he turned to Lin Chuan and Lin Wei and smiled, and then gave Madam Lin a proud look. His expression seemed to say, look, this is a good idea, right?
But no one in the hall laughed with him.
Lin Chuan's face froze, Lin Wei opened his mouth and forgot to close it, and Madam Lin's expression turned blank.
Xiao Yan's smile froze at the corners of his mouth, and then shrunk little by little, leaving only a livid look that only appears after being teased in public.
"Uncle..." Her voice was no longer gentle and soft, and every word was squeezed out between her teeth, "Are you joking about Yan'er?"
"You were the first to tease me Lin Residence!!!!!"
A roar exploded without warning, and Lin Boyuan slapped his palm on the red sandalwood coffee table beside him. The coffee table turned into powder, and the wood powder mixed with the steam of the tea exploded into a gray-white mist in the air.
Golden Core Late Stage's pressure was like an invisible mountain, crushing towards Xiao Household and his group. Spirit Rune on the floor tiles in the main hall lit up at the same time. It was Lin Residence's house-protecting formation that sensed the momentum of the family owner and automatically activated to share the pressure.
The direction of the pressure was so precise that Xiao Yan, the old monk, and the four servants were all suppressed within the frontal impact range of the pressure. Lin Chuan, Lin Wei, who were standing by the side door, and Qin Tiexin, who was hiding in the shadow of the pillar, felt that the air suddenly became heavier, but there was no substantial sense of oppression.
Xiao Yan never imagined that Lin Boyuan would suddenly become angry. Just now he was joking with her and said "the best of both worlds", but the next moment he seemed to be a different person. The pressure was like a landslide. When it came down, her knees instantly bent and she knelt down. She was Foundation Establishment Middle Stage. Facing the angry pressure of Golden Core Late Stage, she didn't even have time to think of summoning her spiritual power to resist.
The old monk next to him opened his eyes, and the dark red Buddha beads in his hand suddenly lit up with a circle of light golden Buddha light. The Buddha light spread out around Xiao Yan into a faint golden barrier, blocking most of the pressure. Xiao Yan's knees barely stopped in mid-air and did not kneel down completely, but her face was so pale that there was no trace of blood.
Those four servants did not receive this kind of treatment. The moment Golden Core was crushed by the pressure, the wooden plates in the hands of the four of them all took off their hands. Their bodies felt as if they were hit by invisible heavy hammers in the chest. Blood spurted out and flew backwards. They hit the wall of the main hall hard and slid along the wall to the ground. They could not even utter a moan.
The four wooden plates, together with the jade bottles, tokens, and glass bottles on them, lost their support in the air, but did not fall to the ground. An invisible force held them firmly in the air, and they hung there spinning.
"Do you think I have no temper because of my good words?" Lin Boyuan's voice was not loud, but it rang in the ears of everyone Xiao Household like a bell, "You come to the door again and again to provoke, Xiao Household's courtesy is all gone to the dogs?"
Xiao Yan finally realized it belatedly at this moment. The person standing in front of her was not only the amiable "Uncle Lin", not only Marquis of Loyal Martial Valor's Residence's Marquis Lin, he was also "Blood Blade Butcher" whose name could make children stop crying from the surrounding tribes.
In the hundred-year border war between Heavenly South Domain and Demon Race, Lin Boyuan's name was carved out with a knife.
"Lin... Uncle Lin misunderstood." Xiao Yan's voice was trembling. The calmness and coldness that had characterized him when he said "sincerity" was now shattered into pieces.
"Misunderstanding?" Lin Boyuan took a step forward, looking past Xiao Yan and staring straight at the old monk behind her. It was no longer the restrained and complicated gentleness when she looked at Xiao Yan just now, but the kind of restrained and complicated gentleness that a hunter would only reveal after being intruded into his territory. Alert and fierce. He looked at Benhong's bald head and the ring scar on his head, and said, "You brought a Great Brahma Dynasty bald donkey to my Lin Residence door, and you told me it was a misunderstanding? What, if I don't agree to break off the engagement, I have to fight with this master?"
He reached out and grasped the handle of the knife at his waist.
The knife was usually hung on his waist. The scabbard was plain and dull, with almost no sense of existence. But the moment his hand grasped the handle of the knife, a very light trembling sound came from the scabbard. The knife was only pulled out one inch. In just one inch, the thick bloody smell exploded from the exposed blade, as if the beast that had been imprisoned for many years was finally let out.
The air froze in the bloody smell, and everyone's skin felt like being pricked by needles. Qin Tiexin's pupils shrank sharply in the shadow of the pillar. He had seen blood, killed monsters, and seen piles of corpses on the battlefields of Daxuan Border Pass and Qingxuan Domain Fengxue Pass. He recognized at a glance that this bloody smell was accumulated over many years and soaked into every inch of the iron bone of the blade. It was sealed in the scabbard by spiritual power and aged for countless years.
Only a golden shield formed around the old monk, protecting him and Xiao Yan. The Buddha's light runes on the surface of the shield shook violently under the dual impact of Lin Boyuan's Golden Core momentum and sword energy. Each shaking caused circles of golden ripples to explode on the surface of the shield, but the shield did not break after all.
"Amitabha Buddha." The old monk stood up and clasped his hands together.
This was the first time he spoke since entering the main hall, hoarse but steady.
"Marquis Lin misunderstood. The poor monk Benhong and the deacon Brahma Sound Valley were ordered by Buddha Maiden to escort Almsgiver Xiao to come to handle private matters and to watch the Myriad Stars Dynasty Star Selection ceremony. The poor monk had no intention of provoking Lin Residence during his trip."
"Then take your things and get out of here!" Lin Boyuan pressed the knife with one hand. The bloody power in the air was so strong that the potted spiritual grass in the corner of the main hall began to wither and curl. "I can't guarantee that my temper will still be so good later!"
Benhong's prayer beads turned in a circle on his fingertips. He glanced at Lin Boyuan's hand holding the knife, and then at the knife that made the entire main hall feel like it was falling into a bloody hell after pulling out only an inch.
"Amitabha Buddha. The poor monk advises Marquis Lin that Almsgiver Xiao is the person our Buddhist country needs. Marquis Lin Don't make any mistakes."
"Haha, it seems you really don't want to leave."
Lin Boyuan's knife was pulled out another inch. Two inches of the blade were exposed, and the blood lines on the blade began to flow, as if something alive inside the knife had been awakened. The temperature in the main hall suddenly dropped to freezing point. The air was as thick as spilled blood, and everyone could taste a faint smell of rust when breathing. The old monk's golden shield finally made a soft click, and a very fine crack appeared on the surface.
Benhong glanced at the crack and lowered his clasped hands slightly.
"The poor monk retires."
He turned around and walked straight towards the main hall door without looking back at Lin Boyuan.
Lin Boyuan watched the back figure gradually walking towards the outside of the main hall, and then slowly pushed the blade back into the sheath. When the blade slid into the sheath, it made a dull metallic friction sound, like the unwilling whimpering of a vicious beast being locked back into the cage. The bloody power and murderous aura in the air slowly dissipated, and everyone gasped for air, like a drowning person suddenly being fished out of the water.
Xiao Yan stood there, his eyes moving from Lin Boyuan's hand pressing the knife to his face. There was no trace of joking or joking on that face, leaving only a thin layer of smile suppressing the hot magma underneath. She bit her lip bitterly, waved her hand and put all the four things suspended in the air back into the storage ring, followed the old monk towards the door, without even saying "goodbye". Since she had already broken her face, there was no need to pretend to have any basic decency anymore.
"Is it worth it for that piece of trash?"
Her voice was very low, so low that only she could hear it.