General, Your Wife Is Requesting Your Return Home For Farming novel Chapter 1269

Chapter 1269: Proud Son of Heaven

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The Purple Marquis was definitely an outstanding talent among his peers. He had excellent talent like Saintess Red Lotus.

The difference was that he was older, had practiced martial arts for long enough, and was experienced in fighting enemies.

Ling Yin introduced him to Su Xiaoxiao and Wei Xu. “He’s too strong. The Hidden Sword Villa has suggested letting him be an elder several times, but he doesn’t like restrictions and rejected them.”

Su Xiaoxiao stopped as she the walnut to her mouth. “Are you sure he’s not here to slaughter the place with your strength? The Hidden Sword Villa is not kind.”

Ling Yin sighed. “There’s no choice. That’s the rule. As long as it’s not the sect masters and elders of the various sects, the Elder Council of the City Lord Manor won’t stop it.”

There was a bug in this rule!

What if everyone deliberately suppressed themselves and did not become elders, like the Purple Marquis? Wouldn’t it be a mess?

Su Xiaoxiao asked, “Are there any other elders who rejected their positions to participate in the competition?”

Ling Yin could not answer this question. The Hundred Flowers Palace had not participated in the competition for many years, so her knowledge was limited.

The Palace Lord said, “There’s only the Purple Marquis.”

“Wei Ting bumped into one?”

Su Xiaoxiao had no words for his luck or the lack thereof.

Xing’er didn’t understand. “But Palace Lord, why is the Purple Marquis the only one doing this?”

The Palace Lord liked Su Xiaoxiao and doted on this smart and loyal maidservant.

She said patiently, “Generally speaking, those who can cultivate the strength of an elder are not young anymore. If they participate in the competition of the younger generation now, it will be unfair if they win, but if they lose, their face will be swept to the ground. Moreover, although there are no clear rules, everyone has an agreement. All the disciples who participate in the competition are disciples below the age of 30. The Purple Marquis is 29 this year. Thinking about it, this is the last martial arts competition he can participate in.”

Xing’er was enlightened. “I see.”

She looked at the young master who was waiting in the crowd to go on stage. “In that case, Young Master is really miserable. He met the only elder.”

Su Xiaoxiao looked at the observation platform of the Hidden Sword Villa diagonally opposite.

The Purple Marquis was not an elder, but he was even more terrifying than an elder. After all, he was still so young and already had such strength.

He was a proud son of heaven.

Wei Ting’s opening was even more hellish than hers.

Accompanied by the sound of the gong, the Purple Marquis flew up the arena from the observation platform of the Hidden Sword Villa.

He did not deliberately make a flashy appearance like Saintess Red Lotus and landed in the center.

However, as the saying went, outsiders watched the show while experts watched the art.

“The Purple Marquis has reached the ground without dust. His internal strength and qinggong have improved more than three years ago!”

“I remember that Purple Marquis’ momentum three years ago was very fierce. He was going to win the championship. On the way, something unexpected happened in the Hidden Sword Villa. He rushed to the rescue and was not fated to participate in the subsequent battles. He stopped at fourth place.”

“What a pity.”

“I know the Purple Marquis. Who is this Duanmu Yun?”

“You just returned to the island, right? Duanmu Yun is the youngest son of the Palace Master of the Hundred Flowers Palace.”

“When did Palace Lord Yun have a youngest son?”

“It’s a long story…”

This wave of people gradually deviated.

However, most people were still paying attention to the competition itself.

Purple Marquis was an expert comparable to the disciples of the Assassin Alliance. No one believed that an unknown Duanmu Yun could defeat him.

When betting, everyone decisively placed their bets on Purple Marquis.

Wei Liulang chuckled and said, “Haven’t you guys been slapped in the face enough just now? How dare you bet recklessly?”

A disciple looked at him as if he was a fool. “That’s the Purple Marquis! He won’t lose no matter what!”

At this moment, the guard who came over to shout for bets walked around with a plate. “Is there anyone else who wants to bet?”

“Yes, I do.”

A young man in a bamboo hat spoke.

He took out 5,000 taels of silver.

The guard asked, “Bet on the Purple Marquis?”

Su Mo advised, “Control your temper. He didn’t say anything wrong.” _{fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm}