"Your milk?"
Jiang Xinghai almost choked.
He innocently held up the milk carton. "Lingyin, you need to be clear. I'm drinking fresh milk, not... ahem!"
"That *is* my milk!"
Shen Lingyin ca rushing down the stairs, planting herself in front of the refrigerator in frustration. "The whole family knows this brand of milk is mine! I had to pull strings to get it shipped from the Western Grassland every night. It just arrived this morning. I like drinking fresh milk, so what!"
"Oh, is that so."
Jiang Xinghai continued to drink the milk, then advised her with a straight face, "Still, you should enunciate more clearly in the future. You were off by one word, 'fresh,' and that could lead to a huge misunderstanding."
"Jiang Xinghai, did you have to explain it like that?" Shen Lingyin finally understood, her face flushing red with angry embarrassnt.
"Lingyin, what's all the fuss so early in the morning?"
The couple, Shen Zhengye and Qiao Huimin, ca down the stairs one after the other. "He just drank your milk, didn't he? What's there to make a scene about?"
"That's right, Lingyin. Mom knows you love this brand, but there's no need to get so worked up," Qiao Huimin said, walking over to soothe her.
At the sa ti, the couple looked at Jiang Xinghai apologetically.
Jiang Xinghai just smiled without a word, savoring the fresh milk with relish.
Shen Lingyin lowered her head and clenched her small fists.
Suddenly, she rembered the scene from last night when she'd recklessly burst into Jiang Xinghai's bedroom.
Involuntarily, her gaze drifted to Jiang Xinghai's body.
'This guy… He looks thin, but he's actually quite muscular.'
'Especially the impressive state of a certain... part. It had scared her.'
"Dad, Mom, they've already set up the inflatable arches at the Jizhou Grand Hotel. We should head over."
At that mont, Shen Lingxue walked down, dressed in an elegant, champagne-colored gown and wearing sky-high heels.
"Wow, Sis, you're so beautiful," Shen Lingyin said, looking up.
"Today is a big day for the Shen Family. I just dressed a little more festively," Shen Lingxue said with a lovely smile, walking over with a purse in her hand.
Jiang Xinghai couldn't help but take a deep breath.
'A Thousand Derivation Spiritual Body!'
'This woman... she's actually one of the most outstanding examples of a special female constitution, a Thousand Derivation Spiritual Body!'
'To think I didn't even notice it when I was with Shen Lingxue—seven tis in one night—before. How careless of !'
"Why are you looking at my sister like that?" Shen Lingyin lifted her foot and stomped on Jiang Xinghai's.
Jiang Xinghai grimaced and chuckled. "Lingxue looks like a goddess descended to the mortal world. As a normal man, it's only natural that I'd take an extra look."
"You sure have a way with words," Shen Lingyin said, staring intently at Jiang Xinghai.
"Alright, alright, let's eat, then we'll head to the hotel."
At Shen Zhengye's direction, everyone ate breakfast and then drove straight to the Jizhou Grand Hotel.
「In front of the Jizhou Grand Hotel.」
Dozens of inflatable arches were already set up, emblazoned with the four large words, "Shen Family's Grand Occasion."
From this day forward, the Shen Family would be on par with the Du Family, jointly governing Jizhou's Martial Arts world as a First-class Clan.
Jiang Xinghai's group of four arrived and began to welco the congratulatory guests.
「Nine o'clock.」
Du Jingsong of the Du Family arrived with several core clan mbers.
"Patriarch Shen, congratulations! Our two families must visit each other more often from now on," Du Jingsong said, presenting a lavish gift.
"Elder Du, thank you! From now on, my Shen Family will certainly cooperate sincerely with the Du Family!" Shen Zhengye laughed heartily and clasped his fist.
Soon after, Lin Qingyuan of Jishan Hall and the National dical Saint Hand Xue Zhong arrived together.
Over the next half hour, the second-class clans, the Cheng Family and the Ma Family, as well as many other prestigious families, arrived one after another. The bustling atmosphere was truly unprecedented.
"Hmph! For the minor Shen Family to gain the support of so many clans, they must have used so underhanded, shaful tricks, haven't they?"
Suddenly, a discordant voice rang out.
The speaker was a man in his fifties with a scholarly appearance and gold-rimd glasses.
"You must be... Su Damao, from the Central State Martial Arts Family, the Su Family?" Du Jingsong recognized him at a glance.
"Hehehe, Elder Du and I have t once before. I didn't expect you to rember a minor figure like ."
Su Damao gave a faint smile, then addressed him directly by his full na without any courtesy. "Regarding the Wanyan Family affair, Du Jingsong, you can hardly escape the bla!"
"You punk, how dare you be so rude to in my own Jizhou? Are you tired of living?!" Du Jingsong imdiately roared.
"Du Jingsong, you're already an old man. Still have such a bad temper?" Su Damao, however, seed to have so sort of backing, showing no fear of the Venerable-level Du Jingsong. He said coldly, "I'd advise you to go fly a kite or sunbathe. Enjoying your twilight years is what you should be doing."
"You insolent whelp!"
Du Jingsong was so angry his beard bristled, but Shen Zhengye stopped him.
Then, he looked at Su Damao and said in a heavy voice, "My Shen Family did not send you an invitation. Do not spout nonsense here! Apologize to Elder Du at once!"
"Make apologize? Hehehe!" Su Damao sneered, his arrogance on full display.
Suddenly, his eyes narrowed as he focused on Shen Zhengye. "If I rember correctly, you're Shen Zhengye. The Patriarch of the Wang Family crippled your Dantian three years ago, so why... is your vital energy still so abundant? Could it be the rumors were false?"
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