Chapter 41 - A Ridiculous Engagement
Genius Summoner
âThe Yun family doesnât have any achievements, but theyâre quite good at talking.â Murong Ran grunted again. Yun Jingâs face immediately darkened. He couldnât help but shout with a deep voice, âMiss Murong!â
Murong Ran pursed her lips and stared at Yun Feng fiercely, âHey, if you have self-knowledge, cancel the engagement.â
After hearing this, Yun Feng burst into laughter. Her laugh scared Murong Ran a little and Murong Ran glared at Yun Feng with her almond-shaped eyes viciously, âWhat are you laughing at? You look like a psycho!â
Yun Jing didnât say anything. He only glanced at his daughter deeply. After all, it was Fengâs engagement. Maybe he could let her decide what she wanted.
Yun Feng ignored Murong Ran. She turned around and looked at her sullen-looking father, Yun Jing, sitting in the main seat. âFather, can I decide what to do with this engagement?â
Yun Jing nodded. Yun Feng felt a bit warm in her mind. She then looked at Murong Ran again, âI can cancel the engagement, but the Murong family must remember, the Yun family is the one who cancels the arrangement today, not the Murong family. In other words, itâs the Yun family that doesnât want the Murong family anymore. Do you understand?â
âYouâ¦â Murong Ranâs face flushed out of anger and a breath was stuck in her chest. She was the one who came to cancel the engagement today. Why did the Murong family become the one that was abandoned? However, people would only think the Murong family got rid of the Yun family. It wasnât a big deal. It was just that Yun Fengâs gaze gave her some kind of inexplicable pressure. Under such a gaze, she couldnât say anything to refute her. What the hell!
âWhy? You have something to say?â Yun Feng raised her eyebrows and looked at Murong Ran coldly with her black eyes. Murong Ran subconsciously stepped back and stomped her foot hard as she pointed at Yun Feng. âFine, fine! Donât come to Park City if you can!â After saying this, Murong Ran dashed out of the door.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Meatball, which was standing on Yun Fengâs shoulder, also twisted its body and wiggled its butt at Murong Ranâs direction with a disdained look. Meatballâs expression made Yun Feng chuckle. This little thing was truly a living treasure.
âFeng.â Yun Jing walked to Yun Feng at the moment and looked at his daughter with his black eyes. He felt a kind of unspeakable distress. Yun Feng smiled. âFather, this engagement is going to be canceled sooner or later. Even if the Murong family agrees to keep the arrangement, I wonât.â
Yun Jingâs breath paused for a second and he nodded slightly after a while. He caressed Yun Fengâs head gently with his big hand. He only felt that fate was truly unfair to her. She had walked on the verge of death and her Qi meridians were damaged. And now, she was bullied by the Murong family to the extreme. Why could she still smile at ease?
Yun Feng knew Yun Jing was worried. She indeed wanted to give her father a surprise, but she still had to wait for a bit. It wasnât too late to surprise him after she dealt with the Lin family.
Thinking of what Murong Ran said before she left, Yun Feng lowered her head slightly and her black eyes dropped. She sneered in her mind. Murong family, do you really think the Yun family is a pushover?
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The Martial Arts Institute in Chunfeng Town was a place where all the children in town wanted to go. It was the only way to become a warrior. The tuition fee of the Martial Arts Institute wasnât really high, so normal families could afford it as well. And yet, a period of assessment time was required for admission.
Each child had different qualities, which determined how high the child could achieve in the future. The Martial Arts Institute was like a junior-level hourglass. All children could apply for admission once they reached a certain age, but their status of admission wasnât a formal student. The Martial Arts Institute had to assess the children for two weeks to decide who could continue to stay and study. The rest of those children undoubtedly had no talent or could hardly succeed.
The Martial Arts Institute didnât take in people who were completely useless. If you had the strength and the talent, you could stay. Otherwise, you would have to leave. The same applied to everyone. Nobody would pity you and nobody would feel sad for you. In this cruel world, everything relied on peopleâs strength. Everything relied on their power!
Soon, the Martial Arts Institute started recruiting students for the new quarter. Not many children were admitted each quarter. After all, Chunfeng Town wasnât a large city. It was just a small town. If it werenât for Foggy Forest, it would probably be forgotten by the Karan Empire completely.
âWrite your name here. Line up one by one!â At the entrance of the Martial Arts Institute, a middle-aged man was sitting there lazily. He sized up these children in front of his eyes. Seeing the enthusiastic and emotional expression on their faces, he couldnât help but shake his head and sigh. Were there still no good seedlings in this quarter?
Although the middle-aged man was sitting lazily, the aura exuding from his body wasnât weak at all. He was a level-5 intermediate warrior and one of the teachers at the Martial Arts Institute, who was responsible for the recruitment work every quarter. Usually, he could already know the quality of the children, who came to sign up, with a glance. After all, what level could children of this age have? The gap between a level-5 intermediate warrior and those children was enough for him to see through them.
Many young children came forward with an excited look one after another. They wrote down their names on the notebook in front of the middle-aged man with neat and tidy strokes, hoping to make a good impression. Of course, their parents taught them to do so. And yet, what they didnât know was that the talent of these children could already be seen clearly when the enrollment started.
The middle-aged man glanced over every child indifferently without any emotions, looking a bit dispirited. The line of children wasnât long. He saw the last few of them very quickly.
âHm?â The calm middle-aged man finally raised his eyebrows slightly. He glanced over expressionlessly. His gaze landed on a little girl, who had a small beautiful face and a dull look. She didnât have the thrill and anticipation the other children had on their faces. What she had was only calmness.
âInteresting kidâ¦â The middle-aged man didnât look dispirited anymore. A smile appeared in his black eyes as he watched that little girl walk towards him step by step.
The little boy before the girl came up excitedly. He picked up the pen in front of him with a slightly shaking hand. The middle-aged man couldnât help but smile after seeing this. The girl was right behind the boy. Her unusually calm black eyes gazed at the emotional little boy. A kind of deep quality that didnât belong to children surged out silently, making the girl look like an ancient well that didnât have the slightest ripple.