Chapter 1787: Chapter 1787

Your smile remained unchanged, not even flinching, as you took Zhao Yun’s sharp punch head-on.

Zhao Yun’s fist landed on your forehead, and it felt as if he had hit a stone, incredibly hard, leaving him shocked and rebounding back from the force. As his right foot touched the ground, he launched himself forward again, spreading his hands and striking you with a flurry of fierce punches. Zhao Yun’s punching speed was fast, yet you remained unmoved, unshaken as you absorbed all of Zhao Yun’s attacks.

After a dozen punches, Zhao Yun stepped back, his seemingly tender fists now red and swollen, clearly showing that the hardness of your body had completely exceeded his expectations.

"Vajra Body, someone is actually foolish enough to cultivate their Qi Force into their muscles and bones, don’t you know that if I had a spear, I could easily pierce through your body?" Zhao Yun, now in a masterly stance, began to lecture you. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel~fire~net

"Qi Force? What’s that?" You scratched your head, looking at Zhao Yun with some confusion.

Zhao Yun exchanged a glance with Zhao Yu, then exclaimed in surprise, "Could it be that your Vajra Body is innate?"

You smiled slightly and suddenly dashed in front of Zhao Yun, throwing a punch to his abdomen while he was caught off guard. Although you didn’t use much strength, it was enough to make Zhao Yun crouch down on the ground, hunched over, spitting continuously. The punch you landed on Zhao Yun was truly painful; if it weren’t for his Qi Force protecting him, Zhao Yun’s internal organs might have been injured, and spitting blood would have been inevitable.

Upon witnessing your speed, which was not at all inferior to Zhao Yun’s, Zhao Yu’s face finally showed a look of surprise, your performance having completely surpassed the siblings’ understanding.

"This is impossible!" Zhao Yun finally struggled to stand up, looking at your tall figure before him, "You can’t possibly possess such speed! The Vajra Body itself is supposed to be a live target, existing just to protect its master."

"I don’t know what a Vajra Body is, but you, kid, have already lost. If you’re dissatisfied, challenge me again in five years. But by then, I might already have a kid, and you’ll definitely be the uncle!" You laughed heartily, patting Zhao Yun on the shoulder.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yun suddenly blurted out, "Sister, this guy is terrifying, his punches are heavier than Master’s, and he even held back earlier, using at least seventy percent of his strength, if he went all out..."

"Wrong!" You patted Zhao Yun’s shoulder again, making him grimace in pain and suck in a breath of cold air, "I only used thirty percent strength, if it were seventy percent, your gut would have been punched through."

Just then, Zhao Yu suddenly moved to your side and grabbed your right hand before you even had time to react. This meant that your eyes couldn’t even track Zhao Yu’s movement, and it was only then did you realize you were dealing with a true expert.

Zhao Yu held your pulse, then furrowed her eyebrows slightly after a moment, followed by a long sigh.

"What, don’t tell me I’ve got some incurable disease?" Your expression exaggerated.

Perhaps amused by you, Zhao Yu giggled, her smile blooming like a hundred flowers competing in beauty, stunningly charming and captivating.

You were momentarily dumbfounded by the sight. Watching your silly expression, Zhao Yun, who had been angry all along, also burst into a careless laugh.

"What’s so funny, you little brat!" You kicked Zhao Yun in the butt.

"Sis, you definitely can’t marry this rascal!"

"You rascal, dare to settle personal scores! I’ll tear your mouth open if you continue!"

"Come chase me if you can, if you catch me, you can do it!"

"Don’t run if you have the guts!"

"Not running means waiting for you to catch me, you big dumb bull!"

Watching you and Zhao Yun mess around in the yard, Zhao Yu covered her sexy red lips with her hand, smiling beautifully.

You and Zhao Yun played around all day, neither able to do anything to the other. By evening, Wang Xiao next door also joined in your frolic, and when Zhao Yun heard Wang Xiao wanted to apprentice under you, he scoffed and immediately pounded his chest, claiming Wang Xiao as his junior and wanting him to follow Zhao Yun in apprenticing under Tong Yuan.

To this, you instead raised both hands in approval because you knew very well that your cultivation method only suited you. After all, no one else could bear running wildly with a ton-weight stone every day on flat ground, or randomly swinging around a twenty-meter-long tree in an open space, creating strong winds that deterred anyone within a thousand meters from approaching.

That night, Zhao Yu was taken away by the village women, whose reasoning was simple: a girl must not meet her husband before the wedding. And tomorrow, you must ride the high horse, bring the betrothal gifts, and head to the village chief’s house to win Zhao Yu’s marriage.

As for the high horse and betrothal gifts, Wang Ling had prepared them for you. When he heard you were getting married, Wang Ling was the happiest since he regarded you as his own elder brother. As for Zhao Yun, the little uncle-in-law, Wang Ling was also very considerate of him. What made you gnash your teeth in hatred was that sly shota Zhao Yun was always polite to them, speaking deliberately and elegantly, embodying a handsome little gentleman. But when he faced you, this brat became a little barbarian, using all kinds of cheap tricks just to keep you from marrying Zhao Yu.

However, after all the commotion, when you rode the high horse, carrying three carts of bridal gifts to the village chief’s house to win Zhao Yu, Zhao Yun didn’t try to stop you—instead, he obediently stood with Wang Xiao, quietly watching from the crowd as you escorted Zhao Yu, dressed in red, out of her boudoir, smiling as he watched you and Zhao Yu bow in matrimony.

However, once the matchmaker escorted Zhao Yu into the bridal chamber, Zhao Yun jumped onto a table and began a drinking contest with you!

The wedding feast consisted of dozens of tables, everyone from the village who could come did, the open space around your home occupied by banquet tables, and a large group of women bustling to and fro, all of them with smiles on their faces. To them, they needed a celebration to wash away the pain and sorrow in their hearts.

"Li Muyun, if you’re a man, come drink with me!"

"You brat, do you think I’m afraid of you?" You grabbed two jars of wine, tossed one to Zhao Yun while opening the other to drink directly!

Your gallant spirit received waves of praise from the crowd.

Zhao Yun was not to be outdone, visibly gulping down the wine from the jar with his small frame.

"You, if you dare bully my sister, I’ll never let it go! Never, uh-huh, never..." Zhao Yun, still a child after all, after finishing a jar, slumped like soft mud onto the table. As Zhao Yun collapsed, several aunts and sisters rushed over to hold him, but in the end, an elder sister with a sturdy build won out, using her ample girth to fend off competitors as she waddled away with Zhao Yun in her arms towards her home.

"Hey, Sister Furong, take it easy, that’s my little brother-in-law!"

"I know, I merely plan to rid him of the alcohol smell by giving him a wash." The plump elder sister responded, leaving one to wonder if she really intended to just wash him off so innocently.