Chapter 96

"Right, to choose a son-in-law. ⊙" Fei Xue twisted his body, the Captain of the Flying Tiger Team was still not used to formal attire. It looked very neat, but it was rather stiff and restricted movement, which made Fei Xue, who liked to use violence, feel very uncomfortable.

Du Qian only now noticed that Captain Fei looked so handsome today. Was he here for a matchmaking event?

"Captain Fei? Not a great-grandson-in-law?" Du Qian wasn't very concerned about appearance and asked, how could Lord Junshan be involved in matchmaking? How old was that old guy, and how strong was his combat power?

"It's a son-in-law, Lord Junshan's youngest daughter, who is sixteen years old today. She is said to be a top beauty and has exceptional talent, making her the most promising candidate to become a Divine Master in the Jun family after Lord Junshan."

Damn, if there really is such a person, why the rush to choose a husband? The lifespan of a martial cultivator is longer than that of ordinary people, but it's not much longer unless you truly become a Divine Master.

A Battle Master's lifespan is only about a hundred years, and the longest-lived one didn't even reach two hundred. But isn't that already quite long? At sixteen, she still has baby fat, why the rush to find a husband?

"Just a trial, Lord Junshan's personal matchmaking event is quite famous. In the past two years, it has already visited dozens of cities."

In the past two years...

Du Qian felt his worldview collapse again. Two years ago, she was only fourteen, and even now at sixteen, she is still two years away from the legal marriage age in the empire.

"Lord Junshan has high standards, and his youngest daughter is said to have even higher standards. They can take their time, it might take decades to find the right one."

Choosing for decades...

Fei Xue showed the invitation and led Du Qian into the reception hall. This place was not new to Fei Xue, but Du Qian felt like he had entered a grand garden, finding everything fresh.

The reception hall represented the most luxurious place in a city, except for the capital, where all cities were the same. The capital had the imperial city, which was even more luxurious than the reception hall.

As soon as they entered the hall, all eyes turned to them. Fei Xue sneered; damn it, this kid was stealing the spotlight again. No one paid attention to the Flying Tiger Team Captain in formal attire; all eyes were on Du Qian.

Today, someone actually came in a police uniform, which was quite fresh. Upon closer inspection, it was even a patrol officer's uniform.

Many people's eyes showed a glimmer of understanding. Clever, it could be done this way. People often say that a good flower needs green leaves to complement it. If the whole yard is full of flowers and there is only one leaf, which one would attract more attention?

Everyone who could come today was here. Lord Junshan's matchmaking event was well-known. The hall welcomed all comers, regardless of their background or current occupation. A large number of invitations were sent out, and as long as you could get one, you could bring people with you. The level of the invitation determined how many people you could bring.

Fei Xue received an invitation, indicating that he was a significant figure in Pingchuan City. More importantly, he was not too old; anyone over fifty would not receive this type of invitation.

Indeed, the invitations were divided into red and blue. Those who received red invitations were themselves within the matchmaking range, while those who received blue invitations were respected figures.

In fact, regardless of the color of the invitation, everyone understood that Lord Junshan didn't really care. As long as people came, that was fine.

With so many people, whoever his daughter found appealing could start a relationship. But if someone really wanted to be his son-in-law, it would be difficult. They would have to pass the girl's test and, more importantly, Lord Junshan's test.

Having a daughter in his old age, it was easy to imagine how much he doted on her. In fact, Lord Junshan was not short of descendants; his sixth-generation grandchildren were already adults. But among hundreds of descendants, only this girl had exceptional talent.

As soon as they entered the hall, Du Qian's eyes lit up. Red men and green women, flowers, and crystals—these things had nothing to do with Du Qian. The long tables on both sides of the hall were filled with all kinds of tempting food, which was the most attractive to Du Qian.

Damn, Yao Jing had been unconscious for almost twenty-four hours and still hadn't woken up. That girl had bad luck and missed this feast. It wasn't his fault; Captain Fei's invitation seemed to allow only one person to enter, and it wasn't convenient to bring a girl.

Du Qian casually said something to Captain Fei, not even knowing what he said. His steps were quick, but in such a setting, even if Du Qian's emotional intelligence was low, he knew it wasn't appropriate to rush over directly. He had to use some tactics.

At least, when he moved, it didn't look as exaggerated, though his speed was no slower.

Seafood, no, he grew up in Treasure Bay and had eaten all kinds of seafood. With such an opportunity, who would eat cheap stuff?

Spiritual beast meat, this was a good thing, and it was not often seen in Treasure Bay. Actually, Pingchuan City and the entire Zhou Mountain Empire were not short of spiritual beasts. The Zhou Mountains ran through the entire empire, rich in spiritual beast resources.

However, not all spiritual beasts could be eaten. Try eating an electric spider. Only a small portion of spiritual beasts were delicious.

It was strange, after absorbing spiritual energy and becoming spiritual beasts, their bodies changed, but their meat became worse. Muscles were firm and full of explosive power, from a martial cultivator's perspective.

If you asked a chef, they would just shrug. Ninety-nine percent of spiritual beasts were not tasty. The meat was too tough, and no matter how much heat or how long you cooked it, the food would be as hard as a rock.

So, the spiritual beast meat that could be served was rare. Spiritual beasts were the most valuable resources, and since only a few could be eaten, whether they were truly delicious or not, they could be sold for sky-high prices. Not to mention Du Qian, even someone like Fei Xue would feel the pain in his wallet after eating one meal.

Needless to say, eat...

Du Qian ate two plates in a row and couldn't even taste the flavor. To be honest, the taste of spiritual beast meat was just average. Du Qian believed that the chefs here were the best in Pingchuan City. If even they couldn't make it more delicious, then this was probably the best it could be.

Forget it, let's eat fruit. Fruit wasn't rare; with super fertilizers, grains and fruits grew quickly. But the fruits grown this way, due to their rapid growth, absorbed different nutrients.

In the past, Du Qian didn't care much about it, and he didn't have the opportunity to care. Having something to eat was good enough. The orphan school cafeteria wouldn't prepare fruit for them, so he had to pay for it himself.

Making an orphan pay was like cutting out their heart and liver. So, Du Qian rarely ate fruit in the past. It was only recently, after he became wealthy, that he would buy a bunch of fruit and wait for them to rot.

What could he do? He had money.

The fruit here was different. Taking a bite, Du Qian almost swallowed his tongue. Damn, was this fruit? It looked similar, but the taste was so different. How much additive must have been used?

Fortunately, he wasn't that stupid and quickly understood. Tears almost welled up in his eyes. It turned out that the fruit he had bought with a lot of money before was all junk. This was the real deal.

No need to ask; these fruits were not grown but collected from the Zhou Mountains.

It was too much, too luxurious, too... too... beautiful.

"Hey, little girl, if you want to eat, do it quickly. There's not much of this. Look, on this long table, only this part has fruit, and the rest doesn't. Understand? This isn't ordinary fruit, not the junk grown in fields. This is collected from the mountains. Do you understand? It's far from Pingchuan, and you have to consider the risk of spoilage. Plus, the mountains are dangerous, and the fruit is heavy and hard to transport. Eat quickly."

Du Qian didn't know why, but his tongue was unusually smooth. Although Du Qian was usually a bit mischievous, he wasn't a talkative person and even had a slight tendency towards introversion. In front of strangers, he either acted indifferent or remained silent. This was a common issue for war orphans, maintaining caution towards any unfamiliar people or things.

Across the table sat a young girl, who looked about fifteen or sixteen, wearing a small black evening dress. She looked so proper that Du Qian wanted to laugh. The dress, when worn by a mature woman, would be alluring, but on her, it was comical.

The girl was quite pretty, at least on the same level as Yao Jing, and perhaps even more so. Mainly, she gave Du Qian a feeling of cleanliness, extremely clean, from head to toe.

Du Qian couldn't quite explain it, but she was so clean that you wanted to get close to her just by looking at her. Not in a romantic way, but purely in a friendly way.

If Du Qian had to describe it, it was like seeing a fluffy, pure white, and exceptionally well-groomed little cat. Anyone who saw it would want to pet it and hold it, and as for... well, would you play with a cat in that way?

The girl's eyes were almost popping out of her head. Her eyes were already large, and now they were even bigger.

To talk about experience, although she was only sixteen, she had more experience than most people in Pingchuan City. Even the city lord might not match her. The people she met were all important figures, at least gentlemen and virtuous women.

She had never seen anyone like this before.

"Are you a police officer?"

"Sort of, do you want to eat or not?" Such a cute little sister, eat more. He casually gave her a fruit he couldn't name. He had eaten one earlier, and it melted in his mouth, so sweet that he wanted to swallow the surrounding air.

Looking at the clove fruit in her hand, the girl was almost in tears. She had received all kinds of compliments and expressions of admiration, but no one had ever given her fruit before.

Of course, if you didn't count her father. But when her father fed her fruit, he would always wash it, peel it, and cut it into the right size before giving it to her.

"What kind of police officer are you?"

"Originally a patrol officer, later joined the Flying Tiger Team."

The girl blinked her big eyes, and her long lashes made her look even cuter, like a living doll.