Capítulo 1333: Chapter 1322: Celebration Banquet
Seeing Xu Xiaoqing engage in conversation, Tian Xuan’s lips curled up in a slight smile before he gravely expressed,
“Mr. Ning is dashing and accomplished at a young age, while the young lady is stunningly beautiful and intelligent.
To be honest, after living all these years, I’ve never seen a pair as perfect as you and Mr. Ning, truly a match made in heaven.”
Hearing these words, recalling all the monts with Ning Fan, Xu Xiaoqing felt a pang of bitterness and murmured dreamily, “But he’s my brother-in-law!”
Tian Xuan stopped, bowed, and asked, “May I ask if the young lady has feelings for Mr. Ning?”
Xu Xiaoqing sighed softly, “What’s the use of liking him? Ning Fan is already with my sister.”
“The young lady is mistaken.”
Tian Xuan shook his head, “Since ancient tis, beauties are made for heroes. With a man like Mr. Ning, surely many admirers surround him. Why shouldn’t the young lady put in so effort?”
“But…”
Seeing Xu Xiaoqing still troubled by the matter, Tian Xuan interrupted, “Does the young lady know the tale of E Huang and Nü Ying serving one husband together?”
Xu Xiaoqing was taken aback, then asked shyly, “Is that really possible?”
Tian Xuan responded firmly, “Of course! With Mr. Ning’s charisma, countless won are bound to throw themselves at him.
In ti, Miss Xu Ruolan will co to understand this. Better to accept a trusted and familiar sister than a stranger.
By then, the issues you worry about will naturally dissolve.”
Xu Xiaoqing was tempted, but still worried, “But I’m afraid Ning Fan won’t accept .”
Tian Xuan shook his head slowly and said, “There’s a saying nowadays that’s quite true. Behind every successful man, there’s a woman.
No man remains indifferent to won who help, support, and trust him.”
“My sister helps Ning Fan manage the company, but what can I do?”
Tian Xuan cautiously reminded, “Has the young lady forgotten her identity?”
“My identity…” Xu Xiaoqing felt a little displeased, “Great Elder, didn’t I say I didn’t want to be the Clan Leader?”
“If the young lady dons the crown of the Clan Leader, you’ll rise above ordinary people and beco a true Martial Cultivator.”
Tian Xuan continued slowly, “Not only will your power greatly increase, but even your lifespan will break new limits.”
Seeing Xu Xiaoqing silent and deep in thought, Tian Xuan wisely fell silent, understanding the principle of stopping before going too far.
Today was rely about planting a seed; as long as Xu Xiaoqing’s feelings for Ning Fan remained, this seed would naturally grow into a towering tree.
Upon seeing the flas ahead, Tian Xuan said, “Young lady, we’ve arrived.”
“Oh!”
As Xu Xiaoqing took a step forward, she suddenly turned around and asked, “If I beco the Clan Leader, I have to stay here. What’s the use?”
“Haha… Now that the Sea Clan is defeated and our clan is at peace, the great world is wide open for you to explore.”
Xu Xiaoqing exclaid joyfully, “Really?”
If that’s the case, becoming the Clan Leader didn’t seem like a bad idea.
Not only could she fulfill her dream of being a heroine, but also help Ning Fan at critical monts, at least not becoming a burden herself.
“I wouldn’t dare lie to the Clan Leader.”
Tian Xuan’s eyes flashed with excitent; he knew that the deed was done, finally convincing Xu Xiaoqing.
“I’m not the Clan Leader yet…”
As she spoke, a hint of annoyance appeared in Xu Xiaoqing’s eyes, silently grumbling, “That rascal Ning Fan, always flirting outside. Great Elder is right; rather than letting my sister accept those Fox Spirits, it’s better for to step in.”
Following Xu Xiaoqing’s gaze, Tian Xuan stroked his beard, revealing a sly smile of a plan succeeding.
In the middle of the stone-paved square, a large bonfire blazed, marking the Celestial Clan’s victory celebration bonfire.
n, won, young and old of the Celestial Clan, sang and danced around the bonfire.
As a benefactor of the Celestial Clan, Ning Fan was undoubtedly the most important guest, becoming the focus of the entire gathering.
Seated at the most spacious main seat, surrounded by a group of young and beautiful girls, Ning Fan was thoroughly enjoying himself.
Without Ning Fan having to speak, wherever his gaze landed on any food, the clever girls would promptly present it to him.
“Mr. Ning, have so grapes.”
A blushing girl extended her slender fingers to gently place a peeled, plump grape into Ning Fan’s mouth.
Seeing this, another girl, not wanting to be outdone, skewered small pieces of roasted at and offered them, saying sweetly, “Mr. Ning, let feed you so at.”
“Mr. Ning, these are pastries I made myself.”
“Mr. Ning, this is ‘Nu’er Hong’ from my ho, aged eighteen years this year.”
…
Seeing those eyes full of autumn water and small hands holding food, Ning Fan laughed heartily, “The hardest thing to resist is the grace of a beautiful woman. I won’t be polite then.”
In their eagerness to win the honor of being the first to feed him, the girls almost got into a playful scuffle.
“Everyone, don’t fight. I’ll take them all.”
Ning Fan opened his mouth wide, taking in the nearest grapes and the lovely fingers along with them.
“I never expected the girls of the Celestial Clan to be so fiery.”
Between bites, Ning Fan secretly glanced to his side.
Earlier, he had complained, having saved the Celestial Clan, that even if not treated like a savior, he shouldn’t be sent off casually.
But unexpectedly, the old fellow Tian Xuan had a big trick up his sleeve.
Ning Fan never imagined the Celestial Clan, living a retro lifestyle, could be so uninhibited.
For this bonfire event, the girls wore traditional festive attire.
The upper body was wrapped only with a chest cloth, and the lower body was in hot shorts.
As for other clothes, there were none.
Long, slender legs, arms as fair as jade, were openly displayed.
Each of these girls was at an age blooming with youth, poised and generous, ready to burst forth,
especially with their long-term martial practice, leaving not a hint of extra fat, making Ning Fan’s eyes straightened.
Initially, Ning Fan resisted as these were respectable families, not places of frivolity.
But it was impossible; these girls were so enthusiastic, their passion burning like fire.
Moreover, accompanying guests this way was a Celestial tradition.
After failed “nurous refusals,” Ning Fan had no choice but to accept, basking in the fragrance and warmth, the Gentle Square.
Otherwise, the rejected girls would cry in minutes.
“Such beautiful days,”
Ning Fan shook his head with pride, completely unaware that not far away, a “murderous intent” gaze was locking onto him.
“Mr. Ning, I toast to you. I’ll drink, and you do as you please.”
The toasting man finished, raised a large bowl, and downed half a pound of alcohol in one go.
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