Chief Song frowned. "No."

This marriage must be called off; they came here to sever ties with the business.

“Clan Chief Song, our Jiu Ming will become the clan chief in the future, and Yu’er will be the clan chief’s wife in the future.”

Shang Mingyi couldn't help but say.

Upon hearing this, Shang Zhenyun frowned slightly. He could make Shang Jiuming the young master, but he disliked Shang Mingyi's actions, though he tacitly agreed.

The clan chief's wife—that sounds very tempting.

But the current clan chief's wife is very different from the previous one. "Yu'er and Shang are destined to be apart. Clan Chief Shang and Brother Mingyi are putting me in a difficult position."

After he finished speaking, the expressions on the faces of the younger generation of teenagers became quite interesting.

She was both angry at the Song family's lack of appreciation and cast a mocking glance at Shang Jiuming.

He's done some outrageous things that have harmed the business, and now that the engagement is called off, he's practically begging for it, but they still don't want him. What prestige will this "future clan leader" have left in the business world?

Shang Zhenyun's face was extremely gloomy.

Shang Mingyi has almost completely lost face.

Seeing this, Shang Jiuming had no choice but to stand up and assume the airs of an heir. "Uncle, Jiuming is not only the young master of the Shang family, but also the dean's personal disciple. Although I have made some mistakes, my identity is an undeniable fact."

Every ten years, the academy sends one disciple to study at a prestigious university where everyone is a Martial Grandmaster. If Jiu Ming can get this opportunity, he will at least start as a Peak Master at the Holy Capital Academy.

Now we must make the Song family see our value.

He never mentioned this to anyone.

When this was made public, everyone, including his father, looked on in shock.

Why didn't you mention this matter to me, Jiuming?

"I only learned about this after I became the dean's personal disciple, and I haven't had a chance to tell you and my grandfather yet."

Emperor Wuzong!

A bright future awaits!

The once resolute clan chief Song began to waver.

"But you sent people to slaughter the academy's disciples, and the dean already despises you. How could he possibly let you go again?"

Chief Song regained his senses and shook his head.

This is just talk; it doesn't count.

"If Yan Qing dies, then I will definitely be the one sent."

Shang Jiuming said confidently.

The dean will only send his personal disciples.

"That's why you sent someone to assassinate Yan Qing?!"

"yes."

Shang Jiuming nodded slightly, "Actually, the crises of the aristocratic families were all orchestrated by this person behind the scenes. He harbors a strange hatred for us. If we don't eliminate him, he will definitely become a major threat in the future!"

After saying this, he bowed respectfully to Chief Song.

"I hope Uncle Song will trust the younger generation. As long as we work together to handle this matter, the business will remain the same as before."

He paused for a moment after speaking, then said, "Miss Song will be the mistress of the house from now on."

Chief Song hesitated.

Shang Jiuming looked at Song Yu'er and smiled slightly at her.

Who could resist a handsome, upright, and promising man?

Song Yu'er blushed slightly and whispered, "Father."

Clan Chief Song also wavered, "It's not wise to jump to conclusions now, let's talk some more..."

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Inside the college

Shang Yanting encountered a problem in his cultivation.

He had been searching for a suitable movement technique ever since he became a disciple, and had even searched through all the academy's libraries.

The more I watched, the more I felt the movement technique was unsuitable.

He is now practicing silent swordsmanship.

This technique is skillful but lacks killing intent. Although it is one of the best parts of all martial arts, it still cannot be considered top-tier.

Shang Yanting has now reached the Martial Master level, and his cultivation has improved, but his movement techniques are lagging behind. This is affecting his cultivation, so he had to go to the Dean for help.

"I hope the dean can enlighten me."

After hearing Shang Yanting's explanation, Lü Yun was genuinely surprised.

Having read through the entire academy and gained considerable understanding of the disciple, I believe his talent surpasses what is widely believed. With proper nurturing, he is destined for greatness.

However, as for movement techniques, I can't give him any good advice since I'm trained with a spear.

He pondered for a moment, "You should practice the Heavenly Sound Sword Technique for now, and I will find a suitable movement technique for you in the future."

Jia Xitong listened from the side and felt that the dean was just making empty promises.

She looked at the dean, who also noticed her.

Shang Yanting stood still, letting him scrutinize her, but the hand holding the little beast quietly clenched into a fist.

"Your little beast's fur is a bit unusual."

"Reporting to Master, my little beast has gone bald for some reason. This was made by your disciple using ice silkworm silk."

"You actually have this skill."

Lu Yun was curious upon hearing this, and he reached out to touch the little beast's back. There was a faint energy of ice silkworm silk on it, and it was high-grade ice silkworm silk.

Even a single magical beast can be repaired using top-grade ice silkworm silk.

Lu Yun withdrew his hand, pondering to himself—this boy's origins are unknown, but the power behind him should not be underestimated.

Thinking of this, he took out two pills from his pocket.

"Since you consider yourself my disciple, I will give you these two pills."

One of them is a Qi-Nourishing Pill. Your cultivation has progressed too quickly, so your foundation is definitely not as solid as that of a martial artist who has cultivated for many years. Taking it will help stabilize your cultivation and calm your mind.

The other is a pill for magical beasts; it has detoxifying and strengthening effects on low-level magical beasts.

The dean is very generous.

A single magical beast pill is priceless and unavailable on the market, and the Qi-Nourishing Pill is an even more precious item that Liang Ting cannot obtain.

But upon returning to Qing Shuang Peak, Shang Yanting put away the Peiyuan Pill.

"Dear host, aren't you going to eat?"

Even Jia Xitong knew that Peiyuan Dan was a good thing.

"Don't just believe whatever others say. What if what they gave you isn't a Qi-Nourishing Pill? What if it's a deadly poison?"

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