"Who is this?"
The languid, lazy voice on the other end—sounding half-asleep—caught Qingque off guard.
Seriously? Even I don't dare slack off at this hour. This guy's still yawning? He's better at slacking than me?!
Qingque feigned composure with a cough.
"Ahem. Is this General Jing Yuan? I'm Qingque, a diviner from the Divination Commission."
Jing Yuan smiled faintly, sipping the hangover soup Yanqing had brought him.
"Ah, Grand Diviner Fu Xuan's other half!! I'll definitely attend the wedding in six days."
"General Jing Yuan, I'm contacting you to ask if you could speak with the Fu family."
Jing Yuan understood immediately. The Fu family—an old noble clan. Their traditional views run deep.
"Fine. I'll talk to the Fu family head right away."
"Thank you, General Jing Yuan. In six days, we'll save you a table with fine wine and good food."
After hanging up, Qingque contacted Feixiao. It took three tries to get through.
"Hello?!"
Bam.
Whoosh.
Boom.
Ahh!!
On Feixiao's end, arrows whistled past. Ballistae thundered. Borisin remnants of the Abundance wailed.
"This... ahem. General Feixiao, hello. This is Qingque."
Feixiao paused, searching her memory.
"Oh, right! Last time Sister Yukong and I were buying gifts in Changle, we ran into you and Fu Xuan."
"Yes!"
Feixiao grabbed a borisin and crushed it effortlessly, its final scream echoing.
"What do you need?"
Hearing the borisin's death throes, Qingque couldn't help but sweat.
"Well, General Feixiao, Fu Xuan and I are getting married in six days."
Feixiao laughed heartily.
"Don't worry. I'll come with Sister Yukong."
"We'll wipe out the Abundance remnants in this system within a few days. Finish the mission, then head back early."
Qingque scratched her head, smiling wryly.
"General Feixiao, we've run into a small problem."
"What problem?"
"Well, it's like this, General. The Fu family won't listen to reason. Many of the elders oppose it; they refuse to attend."
Feixiao's brow furrowed. An arrow flew, annihilating hundreds of borisin.
If these old fools block Fu Xuan and Qingque today, tomorrow they'll find excuses to block me and Sister Yukong.
She knew helping Fu Xuan and Qingque was helping herself.
"Fine. I'll help."
She turned to Moze in the distance.
"Moze, take command. I have urgent business."
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Yuque, the Fu Family Estate.
Several elders sat rigidly, faces ashen, staring at Fu Qing (Fu Xuan's father), the family head.
First, General Jing Yuan came with subtle inquiries. Then General Feixiao delivered an ultimatum.
"Patriarch, what do we do? If we offend these two Generals, will the Fu family decline?"
"Yes!! Patriarch, maybe we should approve the marriage to avoid collateral damage."
"Yes, approve it."
A decrepit elder, face withered, showing signs of impending mara—Fu Xun (Fu Xuan's third uncle)—stood up. Tears and snot streaming, he tried to stop it.
"Absolutely not!! Set this precedent, and the younger generation will follow."
"In three generations, the Fu family will be finished!! How would we face our ancestors?!"
"Besides, that Qingque is just an ordinary Luofu girl. Lazy. Slacks off. A minor diviner. She doesn't match our family's standing, not at all."
Another elder, Fu Jun (Fu Xuan's eldest uncle), retorted.
"Third brother, Qingque may come from humble roots. But she single-handedly replaced the Grand Divination Matrix of Prescience. Saved the Luofu. She may not have made a sound, but when she did, it shocked everyone."
Fu Xun fumed, brandishing his cane.
"Not a match! Not a match! And unprecedented! I oppose!!"
"We oppose too!!"
Several elders sided with Fu Xun. Fu Jun gritted his teeth and looked at Fu Qing.
Fu Qing sat silently on the patriarchal throne. Among the younger generation, his daughter Fu Xuan was the sole pride.
The others were either useless or had fallen decades ago in the war against the Abundance.
Bam.
The elders, at odds, began beating each other with their canes.
"Fu Xun, you old bastard, I've had it with you!!"
"Old immortal, the day you fall to Mara, I'll scatter your ashes!!"
"You!! Despicable!!"
Crack.
"Wait, my back!! Someone call the Alchemy Commission!!"
No one answered. The beatings continued.
As more elders fell, groaning, Fu Qing's teacup shattered against the floor.
The elders froze, lowering their canes.
Fu Qing surveyed them coldly.
"Making spectacles of yourselves."
Fu Xun and Fu Jun limped forward, demanding in unison.
"Patriarch, whose side are you on?!"
Fu Qing closed his eyes, rubbing his forehead.
"Sigh. What do Yaoqing and Elder Yan think?"
The elders fell silent. They knew Elder Yan wouldn't interfere. Yaoqing loved watching drama. Hard to say.
"I support this wedding. Jingtian, rest his soul, would agree."
Everyone looked up. Yaoqing's hologram flickered in the sky.
Seeing the General herself acknowledge it, the elders knew there was no more room for argument.
Fu Qing nodded slightly. He ordered the entire Fu family to prepare to leave for the Luofu. To attend Fu Xuan and Qingque's wedding.
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Power Stone Progress: 248/275 (5 Chapters)
Power Ranking: 37/10 (15 Chapters)