On the other side, the atmosphere inside the council main hall was somewhat subtle.
After the Shui Clan Head hurried away, the Wind Family Patriarch held a teacup, lowering his head to conceal the smile at the corners of his mouth.
This show was getting more and more interesting.
Others might not know, but he was all too clear about Shui Bing’er’s temperament.
That cultivation maniac dared to talk back even to the Family elders, so how could she condescend to marry a waste who could not Cultivate?
If Shui Bing’er refused the marriage publicly later, where would the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School put its Face?
By then, if Ning Fengzhi flew into a rage, the Shui Family would likely be in big trouble.
Yu Luomian, sitting on the other side, had thoughts much deeper than the Wind Family Patriarch.
He held a teacup, casting a sidelong glance at the leisurely and carefree Ning Fengzhi on the main seat, and frowned slightly.
If Sword Douluo hadn’t been so tough earlier, he might have still felt that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was truly sincere about coming to form a marriage alliance.
But if it were truly just to find a wife for that Young Lord who was Trash, would they make such a big fuss?
Perhaps there was an ulterior motive?
The more Yu Luomian thought about it, the more he felt something was amiss.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had plotted for many years, annexing many small elemental families and Sects to make them vassals.
Now, through the infiltration of Yu Luomian himself, the Wind and Huo families had also gradually leaned towards the Sect.
Seeing that the next step could gradually nibble away and annex these four second-tier elemental families, especially the currently weakest Shui Family.
But if the Shui Family attached themselves to the high branch of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School at this critical juncture, the annexation plan of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan would likely be completely ruined.
No. No matter what, this marriage must definitely not succeed!
Yu Luomian put down his teacup, calculating countermeasures rapidly in his heart.
With Sword Douluo here, he couldn’t openly go against the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, but as long as Shui Bing’er showed a trace of resistance…
He could make an issue of it and muddy the waters!
…
On one side of the Elemental Valley, the Huo Family’s mansion.
“Bang!”
The Huo Clan Chief kicked open the study door angrily, walked in, and plopped down on the master chair.
Huo Wu, following closely behind, covered her half-red and swollen Face, and the tears spinning in her eye sockets finally couldn’t help but fall.
“Dad! Their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is bullying others by relying on their power!”
Huo Wu gritted her teeth, her voice full of grievance and unwillingness.
Looking at his daughter’s appearance, the Huo Clan Chief felt a sharp pang of heartache.
He sighed, took out an exquisite jade box from his storage spirit tool, and pushed it to the edge of the desk.
“Alright, stop crying. Today’s matter is on Dad for failing to protect you.”
The lid of the jade box popped open automatically, and an extremely pure, scorching aura instantly filled the entire study.
Lying inside the box was a crystal stone that was entirely crimson, with what looked like flowing magma inside.
“This is…”
Huo Wu was stunned, forgetting even the pain on her Face.
“Crimson Flame Marrow.”
The Huo Clan Chief rubbed the space between his eyebrows, “I originally planned to let you use it when you Breakthrough to a Spirit Ancestor.”
“Dad…”
“Take it and absorb it.”
The Huo Clan Chief waved his hand, “Although we lost Face today, we can be considered to have seen the true Faces of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.”
“That Ning Tian is simply a good-for-nothing who can’t be helped. If we really let you marry over there, it would ruin your whole life!”
Huo Wu grabbed the jade box into her hand, the grievance in her eyes gradually replaced by a trace of anger.
Huo Wu took a deep breath, and the fire-attribute energy around her body faintly stirred.
“What kind of thing is that Ning Tian? He’s just a waste relying on his dad! Does he really think he can buy everything with some stinky money?”
Holding the jade box, Huo Wu’s mind conjured up Ning Tian’s punchable smiling Face, her teeth grinding audibly.
“Once I absorb this piece of Crimson Flame Marrow, my cultivation will definitely rise to another level!”
“Sooner or later, I will achieve the status of a Titled Douluo!”
Huo Wu raised her chin, recovering that lofty and aloof appearance.
“At that time, I will make that waste Ning Tian kneel on the ground and beg me! I’ll make him understand how ridiculously wrong he was today when he said I wasn’t worthy of him!”
…
Council Main Hall.
Ning Tian slumped in the soft chair, letting out a bored yawn.
“The people of the Shui Family are so inefficient; it took them forever just to invite someone over.”
Ning Tian extended a finger and tapped on the tabletop.
Ning Fengzhi, however, was extremely patient, holding his teacup and sipping it leisurely.
“Tian’er, haste makes waste.”
As soon as those words fell.
A faint sound of footsteps suddenly came from outside the main hall.
Immediately following, the temperature in the previously somewhat stuffy main hall dropped at an extremely exaggerated speed.
Even the tea placed on the desk faintly emitted a layer of white vapor.
Ning Tian raised an eyebrow and straightened his body.
At the main entrance of the hall, the Shui Clan Head walked in quickly, and following behind him was a girl in blue.
The girl had waist-length ice-blue long hair with no extra decorations, merely tied behind her head with a simple hair ribbon.
Her skin was white to the point of being almost transparent, and her facial features were extremely delicate, yet they exuded a cold detachment that kept people thousands of miles away.
That well-tailored aqua-blue long dress outlined her tall and slender figure to the fullest.
Especially as the hem of her skirt moved, the natural, aloof temperament faintly exuded from her made people unable to look away at all.
Ning Tian looked Shui Bing’er up and down, his eyes suddenly lighting up.
Top-tier.
This temperament, this figure.
It looked even more direct and stunning than the picture given by the System!
Looking at Shui Bing’er walking in, Ning Fengzhi’s hand holding the teacup paused slightly.
Chen Xin beside him also opened his eyes, scanned her up and down, and nodded slightly.
This girl’s bone age was only sixteen, but the spirit power fluctuations within her were already extremely profound, even faintly carrying a trace of violent ice-attribute aura.
Even rarer was this Heart-Nature.
Facing this kind of setup inside the main hall, this lass didn’t even disrupt her breathing by half a bit, and her footsteps were frighteningly steady.
Judging solely from this point, compared to that Huo Wu earlier, this was truly a moldable talent.
Shui Bing’er walked to the center of the main hall and bowed slightly.
“Shui Bing’er of the Shui Family greets School Master Ning and Senior Sword Douluo.”
Her voice was as clear as broken ice striking a jade plate, neither humble nor arrogant, and her etiquette was comprehensive.
After finishing the greeting, she straightened up, her gaze falling impartially upon Ning Tian, who was slumped in the soft chair.
“Greetings, Young Master Ning.”
Shui Bing’er nodded slightly again, with not the slightest emotional fluctuation visible on her Face.
Ning Tian grinned broadly, casually grabbing a grape and tossing it into his mouth.
“Young Miss Shui, don’t be so polite. We’ll all be Family in the future.”
Yu Luomian’s eyelids twitched even more.
Was this brat’s Face made of iron?
The other party hadn’t even agreed yet, and he was already calling them Family left and right?
The Shui Clan Head stood to the side, opened his mouth, but didn’t know how to respond.
He secretly glanced at his daughter and found that Shui Bing’er had no intention of refuting at all, merely standing there quietly.
This kind of silence appeared extremely eerie inside the main hall.
Yu Luomian could no longer sit still.
He gave two dry coughs, stood up from his chair, and put on a benevolent elder’s appearance.
“Bing’er, ah, you came out of seclusion at truly just the right time.”
Yu Luomian walked slowly to Shui Bing’er’s side, lowering his voice very softly, yet just enough for everyone present to hear.
“Your dad just now spilled all the oaths you made these past few years, as well as your title of cultivation maniac, to School Master Ning.”
Yu Luomian sighed with an expression of heartache and indignation.
“You are a Genius rarely seen in hundreds of years in our Elemental Valley. Your future lies in the vast world of the entire Douluo Continent, rather than being trapped in the square inches of a backyard.”
He cast a sidelong glance at Ning Fengzhi, his words implying something more.
“A major matter like marriage concerns your future for a lifetime.”
“Although this old man is an outsider, watching you grow up, I truly cannot bear to see you wrong yourself for the sake of the Family.”
Yu Luomian straightened his back, and the aura of an eighty-ninth-rank Spirit Douluo faintly emanated outward.
“Bing’er, if you have any grievances in your heart, or any difficulties, just speak up. This old man is willing to make decisions for you!”
These words were spoken with righteous righteousness.
The Wind Family Patriarch secretly gave a thumbs-up in his heart.
Brilliant!
This move of retreating to advance not only roasted the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School over a fire, but also took the opportunity to sell a massive favor to the Shui Family.
The Shui Clan Head stood to the side, listening with his heart pounding in fright.
What?
Did Yu Luomian feel like he had lived too long?
How dare he openly stir up trouble in front of Sword Douluo?
Ning Fengzhi Meng Yiran was still smiling, but that smile did not reach the depths of his eyes.
Chen Xin’s right hand was already resting on the armrest of the chair.
Ning Tian changed to a comfortable posture, and looking at Yu Luomian’s sanctimonious performance, he couldn’t help laughing out loud.
“Senior Yu speaks well.”
He turned his head to look at Shui Bing’er.
“Young Miss Shui, since this old Senior Yu insists on making decisions for you, then why don’t you speak up and tell us.”
Ning Tian leaned his body forward, staring into Shui Bing’er’s pair of eyes.
“Do you agree to this marriage or not?”
Following Ning Tian’s question, all gazes inside the main hall instantly concentrated upon Shui Bing’er.
Facing everyone’s gazes, Shui Bing’er showed not the slightest stage fright.
She turned her head, glanced at Yu Luomian who was full of anticipation, and then spoke very calmly.
“Senior Yu’s kind intentions, Bing’er appreciates them in her heart.”
Shui Bing’er’s voice Meng Yiran remained cold and clear, yet every single word echoed clearly inside the main hall.
“However, Senior may have misunderstood.”
“Bing’er is neither wronged nor coerced.”
She turned around, looking directly at Ning Tian, her red lips parting lightly.
“This marriage, Bing’er agrees to it.”