Chapter Seventy: Boxing That Does Not Harm Harmony

  While Mrs. Fang was chatting with her granddaughters, the guests outside began to take their seats.

  People of higher status and seniority were seated in the main hall, chatting and laughing, while ordinary guests could only squeeze in at the edge of the banquet in the large courtyard. Today's guests are not just a few.

  Well-trained maidservants and attendants moved back and forth between the banquet tables, constantly serving tea and hot towels, while specially invited performers played lively and festive music on the side.

  Qin Yun found a corner that was not too conspicuous to sit down, actually he wanted to leave immediately, but it would be too impolite, at least he had to finish the birthday banquet before leaving.

  However, Qin Yun wanted to keep a low profile, but someone still noticed his existence.

  The news of Fang Liuyu's engagement spread through the representatives of each family and soon became known to all, sparking countless discussions.

  Some people envied Qin Yun's good fortune, while others speculated about the impact of the union between the two families' children, but more people didn't think so, after all, Old Lady's two conditions were too harsh.

  It was just that Qin Yun's name and origin became known to everyone in various families and clans.

  Unfortunately, the reputation gained in this way is not very good. Those who are jealous will scold Qin Yun as a toad who doesn't know the height of the sky and the thickness of the earth. If it weren't for Old Lady Fang's birthday banquet, someone might have jumped out to make trouble immediately.

  Qin Yun hadn't sat for long when someone really came looking for him.

  "Hey, you little scamp! You've been hiding here all along, and I had a hard time finding you!"

  Qin Yun turned his head in surprise, and when he saw the other person's appearance, he was both surprised and delighted: "Fang Shixiong!"

  The person who quietly approached from behind and patted Qin Yun's shoulder was none other than Fang Qitian of the Fang family!

  Qin Yun and Fang Wentian met on the boat to Qianchao City, where he had a conflict with Fang's beloved daughter Fang Ziling, which can be considered as "not fighting not knowing each other".

  Qin Yun was very respectful of this elder, and now that they had met again, he naturally felt delighted.

  "You little scoundrel, how unkind!" Fang Wentian sat down beside him without any reserve and criticized: "You've been in Qianchao City for so long and didn't even come to see me!"

  Qin Yun couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

  He later came to know Fang Qiantian's identity and learned that the other party was an important figure of the Fang family, and even one of the leaders of the 50,000 Yan Yun Iron Riders stationed in Qiucheng City.

  Although Fang Qian Tian had said that he could go to him for anything, Qin Yun thought that he was just a collateral descendant of the Qin family and did not want to be seen as someone who sought to climb up by clinging to others.

  "This... I didn't dare disturb senior for nothing, please forgive me!" Qin Yun hurriedly apologized.

  "You're a good kid!" Fang Wentian chuckled and said: "From now on, don't call me senior or anything like that, just call me Third Uncle!"

  Since parting ways on the boat, Fang Qiantian often thought of Qin Yun.

  The reason is simple, his most beloved wife brings that ice pearl, known as the one that can stay young forever, every day, and proudly shows it off to her close friends, he can't even forget if he wants to.

  As a congenital strongman and the leader of Yunji, Fang Wentian didn't want to take advantage of a younger generation for nothing, so he had been thinking about giving Qin Yun some compensation.

  It just so happened that he was in the mansion celebrating the birthday of the old lady today, and heard Qin Yun's name from someone else's mouth, and immediately paid attention to find him.

  Qin Yun hesitated for a moment before answering stiffly: "Yes, Uncle Fang..."

  He didn't know that Third Uncle's shout wasn't in vain.

  This means that Fang Qiantian recognized Qin Yun as his own son, giving him a solid backing in the Fang family and making it impossible for others to view him as a lowly member of the Qin family's collateral branch.

  "I just heard that Old Lady has betrothed Ice to you?" Fang Qiantian asked with a smile: "Isn't she the old lady's treasured darling?"

  Qin Yun couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Third Uncle Fang, I really don't dare to aim too high."

  "Fang asked the sky to shake his head and said: "There is no high or low, since your family's old ancestor and my family's old lady have both taken a liking to you, then even if there are many difficulties, you can't easily give up!"

  "Trust me, this is absolutely crucial for you!"

  Fang Wentian could vaguely guess the intentions of the two old ancestors, but he had no intention of making it clear to Qin Yun, only telling him some information about their identities.

  The Ice Girl's real name was Fang Ruòbīng, a member of the fifth branch of the Fang family, and she had just turned seventeen years old.

  In the Fang family, the direct descendants of the five houses have always been sparse.

  Fang Ruobing's father died in battle when she was very young, and her mother passed away when she was nine years old. The Fang family of five houses was left with only one branch, hers alone.

  Mrs. Fang took pity on her and brought her up with great care, so although Fang Ruoyi's parents were not around, she had a superior status in the clan.

  "Bing Er is also a poor child, if you marry her in the future, you must not bully her!" Fang Wentian said very seriously: "Otherwise, I won't forgive you either!"

  "Uncle Fang San, spare me for now!" Qin Yun was truly at his wit's end.

  "Alright, don't think you can take advantage of me and still act smart!" Fang Wentian laughed and patted his shoulder again, saying: "Anyway, I have faith in you, I'll go entertain the guests now, can't chat with you anymore!"

  "Come visit me at home when you're free and I'll take you hunting in the mountains of Manglong!"

  Although Qin Yun was sitting in a corner of the courtyard, the scene of Fang Wentian coming over to talk to him still caught the attention of many people who were paying close attention.

  The sky gradually darkened, and in the courtyard, a row of bronze palace lanterns were erected, their bright lights shining through crystal glass to illuminate the entire large courtyard.

  Dish after dish of delicious food was brought to the table, with various dishes featuring rare birds and beasts from Mount Mang, as well as exotic seafood from the distant Eastern Sea. Under the careful cooking of the chef, the color, fragrance, and flavor were all perfectly combined, making one's mouth water uncontrollably.

  The guests were having a great time, clinking glasses and savoring the delicious food, creating a lively atmosphere that was perfect for the birthday banquet. Meanwhile, Mr. Fang's sons and grandsons took turns coming to the table to offer toasts, expressing their gratitude to the guests for attending.

  Qin Yun ate half full and waited for nearly an hour, estimating that the time was about right, returned to the inner hall to prepare to bid farewell to Mrs. Fang and leave.

  Inside the hall was just as lively, with Mr. Fang's sons and representatives from various families surrounding Old Lady Fang like a multitude of stars around the moon.

  It was originally difficult for Qin Yun to squeeze in, but the old lady, although over a hundred years old, had very sharp eyes and surprisingly discovered him at the first moment.

  "Qin family's young master, come here!" She beckoned with her hand.

  The people around quickly made way for him, and Qin Yun went forward to bid farewell.

  Old Lady Fang didn't make things difficult for him, she just wanted him to go back and work hard, not disappointing the hopes of both families' ancestors.

  Many people envied Qin Yun with all their might.

  In their eyes, Qin Yun, who was originally unknown, had truly risen to prominence this time and some of the young masters were so envious that they almost bled.

  But he's just a poor boy from the countryside, how on earth did he get so lucky!

  "Hey brother, wait a minute!"

  Just as Qin Yun was about to leave, someone finally couldn't bear it and jumped out to block his way.

  The other party was a handsome young man of eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a white robe with a python belt, with an elegant temperament, but his sharp nose and thin lips revealed a few points of cruelty, and there was a hint of sinister color in his eyes.

  Many people recognized him as Wu Muyang, the third son of the Wu family's eldest house, and also an outstanding figure among his peers.

  After stopping Qin Yun, he turned around and respectfully bowed to Old Lady Fang, saying: "Old Lady, today is your 60th birthday, why don't I and this young master Qin have a sword fight to show off our skills, to add to the festive atmosphere. Please grant us your permission."

  As soon as he said this, everyone understood his intention.

  What's more festive than a sword fight? He absolutely wants to make Qin Yun lose face in front of the old lady and everyone else, maybe even win the beauty's favor because of it.

  Wu Mu Yang has at least the strength of six or seven layers of Qi refining, and is also a direct descendant of the Wu family, his strength is steadily above Qin Yun.

  Taking advantage of the name of celebrating his birthday, others also don't dare to say that he is bullying the weak with his strength.

  Many of them are filled with regret, thinking that they should have been the ones to come out and challenge first, but instead, Wu Mu Yang stole the show.

  Qin Wuyue standing beside him furrowed his brow and secretly gave Qin Xiaoyue a signal.

  The Wu family is an arch-nemesis of the Qin family. If Qin Yun loses, it won't just be his own face that's lost.

  As a senior, Qin Wujiao himself was not good at intervening, but Qin Xiaoyue taking the challenge on behalf of the other party was the most appropriate.

  Qin Xiaoyue is the eldest son of the Qin family's main house, with a similar status to his opponent and actual strength that steadily surpasses them, making victory in battle certain.

  But Qin Xiao Yue didn't know what he was thinking about and actually remained unmoved by Qin Wu Jiu's hint.

  At this time, Mrs. Fang smiled slightly and asked Qin Yun: "Qin family's young master, what do you think?"

  Looking at Wu Muyang's complacent face, Qin Xiaoyue's indifferent expression, and the surrounding people who were gloating over his misfortune, a surge of anger suddenly rose up in Qin Yun's heart.

  He bowed his fist to the old lady and said in a low voice, "Ancestor Grandma, today is your 60th birthday. If we compare swords, it's likely to be stained with blood. This place is not suitable for displaying sword skills either."

  Everyone thought Qin Yun was afraid, and Wu Mu Yang even showed a mocking expression, opening his mouth to ridicule him.

  But Qin Yun's words suddenly turned: "However, since this brother proposed it, why don't we have a boxing match to test each other's skills? I'd be grateful if you could enlighten me!"

  Fists clashed! Everyone was stunned.

  In the vast nine provinces, the sword is revered as the supreme art. Only those who have cultivated their bodies to a high level will engage in trials of strength and technique with their fists and feet, often being regarded as unrefined.

  But what Qin Yun said also made sense. In this grand hall filled with guests, it was too easy to accidentally injure someone while comparing swords. Could they really ask the elderly lady to move to the martial arts arena to watch?

  Most importantly, Qin Yun's strength was several levels lower than Wu Mu Yang's. If Wu Mu Yang could brazenly challenge Qin Yun, then Qin Yun could certainly suggest changing the method of their duel.

  "Wu Mu Yang was somewhat stunned."

  He has been practicing sword fighting since he was a child under the guidance of a famous master, and he usually thinks very highly of himself. However, when it comes to fist and foot kung fu, that's really not his strong suit.

  "A fight without injury, no harm done!" Old Lady Fang smiled and said: "Then I'll wait with bated breath. Whoever wins, I'll reward them with something!"