CHAPTER 1126: SECTION 699: OATH (PART 3)_2

The old woman shook her head: "How do you know the Li family’s child is from a good family?"

"Didn’t I say, he is the Sword’s Son of the Seventh Gate, just waiting to learn marksmanship to master the art of gun and sword." Noticing his mother closing her eyes once again, the man, being the second son, moved closer to his mother with his knee.

Then his mother opened her eyes, her gaze fixed on her second son with now empty pupils: "Do you know who that child is?"

"Who is it?" Her second son was puzzled.

"Who is it?" Her eldest son lowered his head.

"Who is it?" Her third son perked up his ears.

"Who is he?" Her fourth son squinted his eyes.

"Kunyu the Sage personally accompanied him into Hangzhou Bay, and personally stayed with him for a month in the quarantine area..." On saying this, the old woman stretched out her hand and patted her second son’s face, then in the next second, this hand locked around her second son’s neck: "How much do you owe the Li family to be so eager to sell out your grand-niece?"

Her second son was struggling, her eldest son stepped forward: "Mother, after all, my brother is dedicated to the younger generation, the Li family kid is indeed a good match, but you said Kunyu the Sage could accompany that one living in the isolation zone for a month, clearly, this cannot be blamed on us, after all, that’s something only high-rank Transcendents could know."

"Yes, that’s my concern, you four children, not one of you can cross The Seventh Gate, your children don’t have the qualification either. Let’s not talk about the fourth, he clearly has five children, yet only Changsheng and the child from the ethereal-skinned domestic fairy you look down upon have stepped into The Eighth Realm. A girl not even twenty, yet the closest in a hundred years to your father’s realm, two hundred years ago, you all would have died, because your existence blocked her and her husband’s offspring’s path."

With this, the old woman pushed her hand, and her second son was directly thrown against the wall by Spiritual Energy.

"You rebellious son, must I say your so-called righteous good match, is merely sand on the bottom of the sea to others?"

This time, he couldn’t break through the wall.

But Quyi knew it wasn’t because great-grandmother was merciful, but because she felt that the cost of repairing the wall was not good.

Because compared to the cost of the wall, what great-grandmother just said already indicated Quyi’s current value in the family.

"Mother, what realm is that child in, deserving your attention?" The fourth, the least accomplished among the children, and also Meng Quyi’s grandfather, spoke.

Precisely because he was the least accomplished, not being able to see was naturally expected, so the old woman closed her eyes again.

"The Extreme Realm." The old woman answered.

"The Extreme Realm!" Her family members exclaimed in unison.

Quyi saw that the most exaggerated reaction was still from his Eleventh Brother, his complexion changed.

"In Westland, that’s called Legendary."

With these words, Meng Quyi saw his father walk in: "Grandmother, Malin and Miss Lulu have been arranged."

"Just in time, Changsheng is here. Son, tell your uncles about the existence of Miss Lulu."

"Nine-ring Mage, similar to our Great Sorcerer." Meng Quyi’s father replied quickly.

Meng Quyi noticed his grand uncle’s complexion turned very colorful, while Eleventh Brother’s face turned pale.

"Changsheng, tell your second uncle what Malin is." The old woman squinted her eyes, while extending her hand to pat Meng Quyi’s hand: "Child, help this old lady massage her back."

Meng Quyi obediently obliged.

And Meng Quyi’s father chuckled: "Extreme Realm, Westland Legendary, initially defeated the Black Orc battle gang, champion duel victory eleven times in a year, at least five Great Chaos Demons killed."

Every time an achievement was mentioned, the temperature in this grand hall dropped a few degrees.

Meng Quyi lowered his head, knowing this was not the time for her to speak — she felt her father would lay out all of Mr. Malin’s merits.

And indeed, not only did her father want to speak, great-grandmother also helped her grandson gain momentum: "Changsheng, talk more about why he came with Kunyu the Sage, and how the sages introduced him."

"Grandmother, speaking of this, I want to mention a doubt." Meng Quyi’s father started to stir the atmosphere.

No one in the family dared to make a sound.

The old woman laughed: "Go ahead, child, all your elders and brothers are listening."

"You know about the incident in Bangkok ten years ago, right?" Meng Quyi’s father said.

"I know about it, not only me, your uncles know too." The old woman nodded, and her four children nodded too.

"I suppose you must have seen the statue of the True Lord who saved Bangkok ten years ago." Meng Quyi’s father bowed his head.

"Stop beating around the bush, Changsheng, speak directly." The old woman’s eldest son said.

Then the old woman extended her hand, raised her head, opened her eyes, and looked at her grandson with full surprise: "Changsheng, your grandfather died in Bangkok that year, I took your uncles and father to worship five times... How come, how could I forget the appearance of that little gentleman."

Saying this, she looked at her sons, receiving a unanimous nod and looks of surprise.

Meng Quyi smiled, my husband, what a truly remarkable man, although sometimes small and cute, he is more of a man than you seven-footers.

"Because that little gentleman is another form of His Excellency Malin, his father is a visitor from afar, and when his paternal bloodline manifests, he is in that form. I have seen it many times, hence my mind didn’t get distorted." Meng Quyi’s father raised his head at this point, scanning all the family members in the hall: "My daughter has a husband who embodies the True Lord walking among humans, so I defend her choice and also offer you the chance to challenge my good son-in-law, because I have full confidence in his victory, because I believe you opting to become his enemy and fighting him is the most direct path to death."

Meng Quyi noticed the breath in the hall suddenly halting, then saw his grand uncle turning to give his grandson a slap, witnessed his second uncle’s disgruntled expression freezing solid, and saw the third uncle watching his brother with envious admiration.

Quyi’s grandfather was silent for a moment, then deeply lowered his head: "Mother, you were right, Changsheng’s vision is better than mine. I initially wanted to break off his marriage to Kunyu’s child. Now thinking back, if I had succeeded back then, we wouldn’t have Meng family’s fortune today."

"That’s why I said, you four children have no skills. If it weren’t for your father and I blocking the way, this family would have fallen long ago." The old woman said with a fierce gaze, sitting in the grandmaster chair: "Now, who still opposes this marriage, step outside and slit your throat. The knife is in the kitchen, but... Old Ke."

The old butler pretending to be air spoke up: "Madam, I’m here."

"Give them a blunt knife, stupid fools don’t deserve a sharp blade, remember?"

"Remember, madam, if any young master or young men can’t figure it out, I’ll prepare one for each of them."

The dialogue between the lady and the old butler ended here, no one dared to show any opposition anymore, people in the hall began to disperse, some covering their faces as they left, some embarrassed to speak, only the third uncle chatted with Quyi’s grandfather for a while, expressing brotherly envy and jealousy, then patted Meng Quyi’s father’s shoulder, encouraging his nephew, and then nodded to Meng Quyi.

"Take care, Third Uncle."

Meng Quyi’s courtesy made this old man smile, then he just smiled.

"Quyi."

The call from her great-grandmother brought Meng Quyi back, she came before her, squatting down to listen to her instructions.

"I have something to say with your grandfather and father, you go to Malin’s side, remember to put some effort and energy into it, when you have children, I will support your child as the next family head."

Meng Quyi’s face turned red: "How can this be, uncle’s children are also excellent."

And her great-grandmother smiled, revealing a face full of folds: "I knew you would say this, good child, if you disagree, grandmother won’t vie for your children."