Mythical Luo, starting with the fox spirit

Yang Yitan silently hid himself, pretending not to have heard his mother's words.

"Father, Ping An has found someone she likes. What should we do?" Yang Yan asked Old Master Yang with a strange smile on her face, as if she were seeing the child she raised starting to ruin someone else's life.

"Hmph! This is clearly the work of that old fox, Dongfang Guyue. This kid doesn't even realize he's been tricked." Old Master Yang snorted, somewhat dissatisfied with Yang Ping'an's reaction. "That old bastard Dongfang Guyue is forcing us to take a stand."

"It's possible that Ping An is even enjoying it," Yang Ping An's uncle said with a sly smile.

"However, since Ping An and the young lady from the Dongfang family like each other, why don't we help them get married?" Yang Yan, who was very concerned about Yang Ping An's marriage, continued to persuade him.

"Yes, Shenhuo Mountain Manor has already released the news. If we pretend we didn't see it, it will damage the Yang family's reputation." Yang Ping'an's uncle put away his frivolous expression and said seriously.

"Yes, Father. Since Ping An and the other person like each other, and Shenhuo Mountain Manor is a good match for our Yang family, why not let them be together? This would also benefit our Yang family."

Yang Ping'an's aunt also tried to persuade Mr. Yang from the perspective of the Yang family. Over the years, she had raised Yang Ping'an as her own son and regarded him as her own child.

"Well, since things have come to this, we can't appear petty," said Old Master Yang, taking the opportunity when he heard that everyone agreed to the marriage alliance with Shenhuo Mountain Manor.

Old Master Yang was only angry that Dongfang Guyue had schemed against Yang Ping'an and the Yang family. He was still very satisfied with Dongfang Huaizhu as his choice of granddaughter-in-law, as she was top-notch in appearance, family background, and talent.

In his view, only a girl like this was worthy of his grandson.

"What should we do?" Yang Ping'an's uncle asked immediately.

"Send someone to Shenhuo Mountain Manor to deliver a visiting card, and then our two families will discuss how to arrange the wedding of Ping An and the other person," Old Master Yang instructed him.

"I will personally bring the visiting card to your door later," Yang Ping'an's uncle nodded and said.

"Alright, Yan'er, you and your sister-in-law help Ping An prepare the betrothal gifts. We can't let people look down on our family." Old Master Yang continued to instruct Yang Yan and Yang Ping An's aunt.

"Yes, Father," Yang Yan and his companion replied, already considering what betrothal gifts they should prepare to demonstrate the importance the Yang family placed on the matter.

"Alright, that's enough for now. As for public opinion, as long as there are no negative voices, we don't need to pay attention to them," Old Master Yang said finally.

Yang Yitan, Yang Yan, and the others left one after another, busy with the matters arranged by Old Master Yang.

At Wangquan Manor, Wangquan Fei Lao squinted as he spoke to a middle-aged man about Yang Ping'an.

"Will the marriage alliance between the Yang family of Tianyan and Shenhuo Mountain Manor threaten our position?" The middle-aged man, who was the owner of Wangquan Manor and the father of Wangquan Baye, asked Elder Fei.

"According to reports from spies at Shenhuo Mountain Manor, Dongfang Guyue has been unwell recently, and he only has two daughters. This move may be for the sake of his daughters," Wang Quanfei calmly analyzed.

"Shenhuo Mountain Manor is nothing to fear. It relies entirely on Dongfang Guyue. Once Dongfang Guyue dies, no one will be able to support it." Wang Quanba's father pondered for a moment before continuing to ask.

"What is our relationship with the Yang family?"

"We have cooperated with the Yang family a lot, and in recent years we have strengthened our cooperation in various aspects."

"Young Master Ba Ye has a close relationship with two of the most talented core disciples of the Yang family in this generation. Miss Yang is also a childhood sweetheart of Yang Yitan, and they have a deep bond," Wang Quanfei reported truthfully.

"Yes, continue to maintain a good relationship with the Yang family. As for Zui'er, let nature take its course." Wang Quanba's father was quite satisfied with the current situation.

"Yes, sir," Wang Quanfei replied, bowing respectfully.

"Wait, go and prepare some congratulatory gifts. If Yang Ping'an really marries the eldest daughter of Shenhuo Mountain Manor, we cannot be impolite." Wang Quan Baye's father stopped Wang Quan Fei Lao and instructed him.

"We might even become related to the Yang family by marriage, so we should still observe proper etiquette."

Wang Quanfei nodded in agreement. Only after Wang Quanba's father waved to indicate that he had finished speaking did Fei respectfully step back from him.

At Shenhuo Mountain Manor, the disciples and servants coming and going were also discussing among themselves, but they didn't have much of an impression of Yang Ping'an.

They were all very curious about Yang Ping'an, who might become the son-in-law of Shenhuo Mountain Manor.

Of course, where there are supporters, there are also opponents. Some people in Shenhuo Mountain Manor who don't understand their own position harbor ill intentions towards the Dongfang Huaizhu and Dongfang Qinlan sisters, and are very dissatisfied with Yang Ping'an, this person who suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

In a room near the corridor, Jin Renfeng was wrapped in bandages, and his expression was distorted on his bald head, which looked like a braised egg.

Jin Renfeng overheard the discussions outside and learned that Yang Ping'an had spent the night in Dongfang Huaizhu's courtyard. This fueled Jin Renfeng's jealousy and drove him to a frenzy of resentment.

A pair of gloomy eyes stared fiercely at the disciples of Shenhuoshan Manor who were talking in the corridor.

Jin Renfeng clenched his hands tightly. Although he had been taught a lesson by Yang Ping'an, he did not think he was inferior to Yang Ping'an. He believed that Yang Ping'an had used sorcery to defeat him.

Jin Renfeng slammed his cane heavily onto the ground, and it snapped in two with a crack.

Jin Renfeng was still not satisfied. He threw the half of his cane on the ground and stomped on it heavily with one foot.

With a thud, Jin Renfeng fell to the ground, his egg-shaped head making intimate contact with the stone floor with a dull thud.

The cane rolled around in front of Jin Renfeng's face, shaking it constantly, as if mocking his incompetence.

"Ah! Yang-Ping-An, I swear I will not rest until I kill you!" Jin Renfeng shouted, face down, gritting his teeth.

Hearing the commotion inside the room, the disciples of Shenhuoshan Manor outside the corridor quickly pushed the door open and rushed in.

The door slammed into Jin Renfeng's face, sending him tumbling across the floor, his bald head once again making intimate contact with the stone slab.

"Ah, Senior Brother Jin, why are you lying on the ground?" A disciple from Mythical Manor exclaimed in surprise when he saw Jin Renfeng lying on the ground.

"Quick, the ground is cold, let's help Senior Brother Jin up quickly." Another member of Shenhuo Mountain Villa called to the first person to help Jin Renfeng up from the ground.

He accidentally stepped on the broken cane on the ground, lost his balance, and fell to the ground. He also lost control of his body, and another person fell on top of him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Senior Brother Jin." The two quickly got up and helped Jin Renfeng up.

"..." Jin Renfeng mumbled incoherently.

Jin Renfeng's mouth was streaked with blood; all of his remaining teeth had been knocked out in the impact.

The two disciples from Shenhuo Mountain Villa, seeing Jin Renfeng's miserable state, barely managed to suppress their laughter, their bodies trembling as they tried to hold it in.