Godly Conceited Son-in-law

Guan Yang urged the spiritual qi in his body to circulate through his meridians.    

After a full cycle, Guan Yang felt his heart tighten. Even though he tried his best, he was still unable to break through the blockage. Helpless, he could only give up for now.    

Closing his eyes and resting his mind, Guan Yang felt the surrounding spiritual energy. Very quickly, strands of faint spiritual energy started to emanate from his skin, slowly revolving around his body. As his pores breathed, it entered his body.    

As new spiritual energy entered, the old spiritual energy turned into muddy tissue and was expelled from the body.    

Unknowingly, two hours had passed in the blink of an eye. The sun, which was still high in the sky, was already rising.    

Guan Yang let out a breath of turbid air, and the faint green colored spiritual energy surrounding his body suddenly shrank, slowly opening Han Che's eyes. A flash of red suddenly appeared in the corner of his eyes.    

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.    

Guan Yang was stunned. He squinted his eyes and walked over with a smile.    

"Hehe, cute Snowy, you're looking for me again …" I... "Swish."    

After he opened the door, Guan Yang's heart couldn't help but tremble. The corners of his mouth twitched nonstop as he finished speaking.    

This was because the person standing in front of him was not the person in his heart. Instead, it was her father, Fang Yishan, who had a donkey face all day.    

Hearing these words, Fang Yishan's eyes darkened and his expression darkened.    

He walked around Guan Yang and looked into the room. Only after seeing the empty room did he heave a sigh of relief.    

"Patriarch Fang, why have you come looking for me?" Guan Yang forced out a smile and asked in a low voice.    

Fang Yishan snorted coldly, put his hands behind his back, and said in a low voice, "Just now, I felt some spirit energy fluctuations. I thought someone had infiltrated our house and came looking for us."    

Hearing this, Guan Yang smiled and said in a low voice, "Patriarch Fang, you are overthinking it. I was in the spirit cultivation field just now." "Who would have thought that it would alarm the Fang family head."    

"Were you cultivating just now?" Fang Yishan was astonished.    

Guan Yang nodded. His face revealed a trace of a smile.    

Seeing the sincere smile on Guan Yang's face, Fang Yishan closed his eyes in surprise and took the feeling seriously. Indeed, the spiritual energy in Guan Yang's body was much more refined than before.    

It had only been two hours of cultivation. The surrounding spiritual energy was already exhausted. Even in the whole of Central Plains, there was not a single one that could consume such a terrifying amount of spiritual energy.    

Fang Yishan opened his eyes and sized up Guan Yang. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and asked, "Guan Yang, what realm are you in right now?"    

Guan Yang was also stunned by this question. Soon after, a charming smile appeared on that thin cold lips as she replied in a low voice, "Late stage of the Creation Stage."    

These words came out of Guan Yang's mouth with extreme ease. However, in the vast Hua Xia, who knew how many cultivators would find it difficult to reach such a realm.    

"The Manifestation stage, this young lad is indeed not bad!" Fang Yishan nodded thoughtfully.    

Fang Yishan had no choice but to start examining Guan Yang again. This once-prosperous descendant of a clan had in just a dozen short years become a master of the Creation stage.    

A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and Fang Yishan firmly believes in it. Behind him, there was definitely another terrifying organization that was helping him cultivate.    

Just yesterday, the Old Ancestor, who was far away in Suhang City, sent a letter. In this letter, a large number of words were written about his beloved disciple, Guan Yang.    

With his hands clasped behind his back, Fang Yishan thoughtfully returned to his room. Before he left, he could not help but mutter in a low voice, "Perhaps, Snowy's decision was the right one."    

"..."    

Noon.    

Guan Yang was attracted by the noise outside the door. He raised his head and saw a familiar face.    

He Feng?    

Why hasn't he given up and come here?    

At this moment, one of the guards took small steps and came to the door of Fang Lingxue's room. With a worried expression, he carefully knocked on the door.    

But the next door opened.    

"What for?" Fang Lingxue squeezed her head out from the door.    

"Second Miss, Young Master He is here again."    

"There's no need to waste words with him. Just drive him away!" Fang Lingxue waved her hand impatiently.    

The guard looked embarrassed. He stuttered for a long time before finishing his sentence.    

"Second Miss, Young Master He …" He said so. If I don't see him today … You … "I won't go back."    

Hearing this, Fang Lingxue let out a cold snort, her face revealing a mocking smile. "Then prepare a cold stool for him, just you wait!"    

Just then, another identical face suddenly came forward. "Aiya, Xiao Xue, why are you so bad? No matter what, he is still the son of the He Clan. Since he tore off his pride, how can we meet again in the future? "    

"Sis, I really hate that ugly face of his."    

"Aiya, it's just a meeting. If you have something to say, you can't say it clearly. "    

Hearing Fang Lingyue's persuasion, Fang Lingxue could only helplessly agree.    

Suddenly, a familiar face appeared in her line of sight. In an instant, the corner of her mouth slowly rose.    

"Guan Yang, you come with me!"    

Guan Yang, who was suddenly called out, had an expression of disbelief on his face as he pointed at himself.    

"Me?"    

"Otherwise, who else is called Guan Yang here?"    

Seeing the happy smile on Fang Lingxue's face, Guan Yang seemed to have sensed the consequences of his actions.    

Alright, this young master's life is in the pot.    

With just a few words, the two of them arrived at the entrance.    

Separated by a metal door, He Feng was holding a bouquet of fresh flowers in his hands as he stood there, grinning from ear to ear. However, when he saw Fang Lingxue snuggled in Guan Yang's embrace, the smile froze on his face.    

"Little Snow, you …"    

Fang Lingxue lightly glanced at He Feng, who was in front of her, and coldly snorted with a disdainful expression: "What, do you need something from me?"    

He Feng glared fiercely at Guan Yang. Following that, she suppressed the anger in her heart and whispered, "Snowy, I managed to get two tickets to Liu Xiaoxiao's concert. "Therefore, I would like to invite you …"    

"Liu Xiaoxiao?!"    

Hearing this name, Fang Lingxue's eyes lit up.    

But then she thought better of it.    

"Go by yourself, I'm not going!"    

"Why? Isn't Liu Xiaoxiao your favorite goddess? I've already gotten the tickets for the concert, why don't you want to go? " A regretful expression appeared on He Feng's face.    

Fang Lingxue buried her head in Guan Yang's embrace and pretended to be strong as she waved her hand.    

"He Feng, I've said enough." I don't like you at all.    

"Xiao Xue, don't you remember your old friendship? "This kid has no money and no influence, why did you …"    

"I told you to scram!"    

For a moment, He Feng was also shocked. Trembling, he put the flower in his hand to the side and coldly glanced at Guan Yang.    

"Just you wait!"