Is the Old Man Satisfied with Chu Qingcheng? Lin Yang Wins Hearts with Virtue

"Princess, calm down. It's not worth hurting yourself over Lin Yang."

Seeing the eldest princess so enraged, Zi Xuan was utterly bewildered.

Having served Chu Qingcheng since childhood, Zi Xuan knew that Lin Yang had always admired the princess. However, Chu Qingcheng practiced the ruthless sword art, making it impossible for her to reciprocate any feelings for him.

Moreover, the two had only met a handful of times, and the princess was wholly devoted to her cultivation. How could she possibly care so much about Lin Yang?

"Silence! Leave me!" Zi Xuan had barely finished speaking when Chu Qingcheng's icy voice cut through the air.

"Princess, I..." Zi Xuan stammered, confused.

"Out!" Chu Qingcheng commanded coldly.

"Yes... I'll take my leave."

After Zi Xuan exited the hall, Chu Qingcheng's expression softened slightly, though her beautiful face remained frosty.

"In my past life, I heard that when the Lin family was destroyed, it was Lu Qingyi who risked his life to save them, leaving him burdened with guilt for the rest of his days."

"I wonder how this life will end..." Chu Qingcheng murmured to herself.

Initially, she had felt a pang of anger upon hearing that Lin Yang had spent an entire day shopping with Lu Qingyi, laughing and chatting. But when she recalled how Lu Qingyi had sacrificed herself for Lin Yang in their previous life, and how she and her nine sisters had broken Lin Yang's heart to the point of his soul-burning demise, a faint ache stirred within her.

"Many things seem to have changed in this life, but that has nothing to do with me. All I want is to be by your side and protect you for the rest of my days..."

Chu Qingcheng's gaze fixed firmly on a scroll in her hand. The image depicted an exceptionally handsome man in white robes, standing eight feet tall, with sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, and a black spear in hand.

It was none other than Lin Yang.

In Chu Qingcheng's memory, Lin Yang's second uncle, Lin Batian, should have perished alongside the Demonic Heaven Sect members while trying to save Lin Yang. Her sister, Lin Qingyao, should have been gravely injured as well. Yet now, they were both unharmed.

This could only mean one of two things: either Lin Yang had been reborn with his memories and had defied fate to alter events, or everyone's destinies had been rewritten.

"Is Qingcheng here? Your aunt is coming in." Just then, a gentle, melodious voice called from outside the door.

"Aunt Qingrou?" Hearing the voice, a rare warmth flickered across Chu Qingcheng's face.

...

Meanwhile, as Lin Yang and his sister rode the old ox back to the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion, the sun had already set, painting the sky in hues of rosy twilight.

The Zhenbei Marquis Mansion, located in the northern part of Tianqi City, spanned an area one-third the size of the imperial palace. As a family that had guarded the Yongyao Dynasty for generations, the mansion exuded an air of mystery and grandeur, with tight security at all times.

As soon as Lin Yang and Lin Qingyao arrived, the Divine Guards knelt on one knee in unison, their voices booming with respect:

"Welcome home, Young Master and Young Lady."

"No need for formalities," Lin Yang said lightly, dismounting the ox with the little girl in his arms and nodding to the guards.

Returning to the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion felt surreal. To others, he had only been away for a month of battles. But for him, it was a gap of ten thousand years.

"Brother Lin Yang..." Sensing his emotional shift, the little girl, Lin Qingyao, gently wrapped her chubby arms around his neck.

"You little rascal..." Lin Yang chuckled, ruffling her hair affectionately before leading the ox into the mansion.

"They say the young general has destroyed the capitals of three dynasties and conquered vast territories for our Yongyao Dynasty. Truly, he is like a god reincarnated."

Watching Lin Yang's retreating figure, the Divine Guards were filled with admiration. To them, Lin Yang was nothing short of a deity.

...

Upon returning, Lin Yang had intended to inform the old man of his decision to resign from his post as Major General and decline the emperor's marriage proposal. However, the steward informed him that the old man had taken his second uncle to prepare engagement attire for him.

"Why wasn't I told?" Lin Yang stood frozen, dumbfounded.

Judging by the situation, it seemed the old man was quite pleased with Chu Qingcheng as a potential granddaughter-in-law. Otherwise, given his temperament, he wouldn't have bothered with such preparations, let alone for the emperor's sake.

"But this doesn't make sense. In my past life, the old man always opposed my affection for Chu Qingcheng," Lin Yang muttered, feeling the situation grow increasingly complicated.

"Yao'er, you can play with your friends in the mansion. I'm heading back to my room."

The Zhenbei Marquis Mansion was home to many young girls around Lin Qingyao's age. Having not seen each other for so long, they were already chattering away excitedly.

Lin Yang, relieved, declined the steward's offer to escort him and returned to his courtyard alone, leading the old ox with him.

"Brother Ox, given our relationship, don't you think you should share some of that Divine Source and Divine Stone with me?"

Back in his courtyard, Lin Yang sat at a stone table, pouring himself a cup of tea before addressing the ox.

Originally, he had no desire to pursue immortality in this life. He had been resigned to living an ordinary existence. But to protect his sister, his second uncle, his father, and to repay Lu Qingyi's kindness, he had chosen to continue cultivating.

Having once stood at the pinnacle of this world, he knew its cruelty all too well. Without strength, one was merely a lamb waiting for slaughter.

Thus, to protect those he loved and prevent tragedy from repeating, he needed power—not for domination, but for protection.

Currently, while his body was considered a rare cultivation genius in the Yongyao Dynasty, his talent was only three-star. Talent, the foundation of cultivation, ranged from one to nine stars, with god-level and supreme-level above that. Legend spoke of an even rarer chaos-level talent.

The higher the talent, the greater one's destiny and the faster their cultivation progress.

His younger sister, Lin Qingyao, possessed supreme bones and talent, destined to become a peerless powerhouse under heaven's protection.

Though Lin Yang now held the Nine-Transformation Golden Pill, eliminating cultivation bottlenecks, his innate talent remained unchanged. His destiny, forcibly bestowed by the system, was unmatched in the Tianhuang Continent. Yet, talent still dictated one's opportunities.

To rapidly enhance his talent and become a one-in-a-million genius, he needed the Divine Source and Divine Stone, coupled with his supreme secret techniques.

"Call me Brother Ox, and I'll give you the Divine Stone and three Divine Sources," the ox said magnanimously.

After all, in their past life, Lin Yang had always called him "Brother Ox." It was only fair to reverse the roles this time.

"Brother Ox, isn't this a bit unnecessary?" Lin Yang replied, his lips twitching.

In terms of combat power, he couldn't defeat the ox, but he had the Comprehensive Guide to Postpartum Care for Sows and Bullfighting Master Specialization from the system. Despite their odd names, the techniques were highly effective.

"It's absolutely necessary. In this life, I, Master Ox, will be the big brother," the ox declared arrogantly, clearly relishing Lin Yang's discomfort.

"Do you think just because my cultivation has fallen to the Foundation Establishment Stage, I can't handle you?" Lin Yang smirked.

"That's right. You'll call me Brother Ox today, hahahaha!" The ox laughed heartily, thrilled to finally have the upper hand.

"Da Huang, do you remember what I always told you? To be a good ox—or person—you must be honest, simple, polite, and reasonable..."

"It seems you've forgotten these principles. Let me remind you today."

With that, a golden book titled Bullfighting Master Specialization materialized in Lin Yang's hand.

The moment the ox saw the book, its body stiffened, and its laughter died in its throat.

"W-Wait, Brother Yang, let's talk this over. The Divine Stone and Divine Sources are yours..." the ox stammered, its legs trembling.

"Don't be afraid. I'm a reasonable person. Today, I'll teach you some life lessons to repay your generosity."

With a hearty laugh, Lin Yang began chanting an ancient and mysterious incantation...