The Dominance of the Son-in-Law: My Wealthy and Beautiful Wife

Qin Feng blinked and asked, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"Hehe."

The old man chuckled meaningfully and said, "Young man, you're in luck. Although I can't see why the Shifang Taoist chose you as the 'lucky star', you are definitely extraordinary, so I've decided—you're the successor I've been looking for all these years. I'll definitely take you as my disciple!"

"Huh?"

Qin Feng was bewildered.

This old guy had way too good an opinion of himself, just showing up and taking a disciple, and acting as if he was handing over a mountain of gold.

"Sorry, I have no plans to take a master." Qin Feng said.

The old man was slightly startled but then smiled again, stroking his beard and said proudly, "You probably don't know who I am. Let me introduce myself briefly, I am the Yinian Taoist from Tai Sui Mountain, I observe Feng Shui, predict marriage compatibility, alter yin and yang, foresee the future..."

Before he could finish, Qin Feng turned his head away, uninterested in listening further.

"..."

The old man was taken aback.

Usually, whenever he mentioned his illustrious name, countless noble families respected him deeply, and many influential figures had even offered billions to have their offspring become his disciples.

Why did this young man not cherish this opportunity at all?

Perhaps.

He just doesn't understand who I am!

Can't blame him.

Thinking this, the Yinian Taoist continued smiling kindly and said, "No worries, your knowledge is limited for now. As you grow, you will gradually understand my great reputation."

"..."

Qin Feng couldn't listen anymore and flatly turned his head to the old man saying, "Grandpa, let's do this, you predict something, and if it's accurate, I'll believe you, but if it's not, please don't bother us anymore."

"Ha ha ha... Young man, your pride is admirable, very much like myself when I was young. Hehe, alright, tell me what you want to predict!"

said the Yinian Taoist.

Qin Feng thought briefly, and then with a twinkle in his eye, he put his arm around Xiao Lian's shoulder and asked him, "Predict our marriage compatibility, to see if we will end up together."

"This is easy, please both of you extend your hands."

said the Yinian Taoist.

After a long look and counting on his fingers for a while, he smiled and said, "Excellent hand shapes! I can very responsibly say that you two will become a couple, with many children and grandchildren, truly a perfect match!"

As he spoke.

Xiao Lian's face turned a shade of red.

Qin Feng sneered at the Yinian Taoist and said, "Cut it, I knew you were a roadside swindler. Just to tell you the truth, I'm already married and have a wife, and we even almost had a baby, how could I possibly be with her? Alright, you've done your prediction, now please don't pester us anymore."

Saying this.

He yawned.

The airplane took off.

The Yinian Taoist stood there, stunned.

He was not like those street swindlers. He had genuinely studied this profession and also had considerable achievements. Although he wasn't on the level of the Shifang Taoist, many noble families treated him as a distinguished guest.

He had predicted one hundred and twenty-eight marriages until now.

Without exception, all were as he predicted.

But why did he make a mistake this time?

The Yinian Taoist didn't take it lying down and sat down to recalculate.

But no matter how much he recalculated, it always ended with many children and grandchildren.

"Strange, could it be he will divorce later? No, that should have been perceivable in the calculation..."

The Yinian Taoist's brows were furrowed.

In the evening.

The airplane arrived in Yanjing.

Qin Feng left the plane with his companion and exited the airport.

The Yinian Taoist still followed behind, continuously recalculating.

Finally.

After the two of them got into the taxi, he finally figured it out, and the result surprised him greatly. Watching Qin Feng's distant figure, he couldn't help but tremble involuntarily, muttering in shock: "How, how is this possible? That in this world, there actually exists someone with the qualities of an 'Emperor'..."

When he snapped back to reality and thought to chase after Qin Feng.

The taxi had already disappeared into the flow of street traffic.

In the taxi.

Qin Feng originally wanted to call Xu Yunxiao and tell her he had also arrived in Yanjing, asking if she wanted to stay together in a hotel that evening.

But he held back.

She was also busy with the concert, so he decided not to disturb her.

Momo's birthday wasn't today either.

In the end.

He went to find Fang Wudi, who had come to Yanjing in advance to prepare for the Martial Arts Tournament.

The Martial Arts Tournament was being held at the Yun Mountain venue.

The hotels around Yun Mountain were almost fully booked, with only a single room left, and it was a single room.

No choice.

He could only book it for now.

"Don't worry, I'll go back and sleep at Fang Wudi's place, you just stay here," Qin Feng said.

Fang Wudi had just returned from training at the boxing gym, excitedly saying: "Master, I'm so touched that you personally came to watch my competition!"

"Uh..."

Qin Feng didn't have the heart to say that his main reason was to attend Momo's birthday, and watching him was just on the way.

An Suxi knew Qin Feng was coming, so she also came over.

After all, it was through Qin Feng that she had invited Fang Wudi.

The four of them went to the hotel restaurant.

The place was too crowded, the private rooms were basically occupied by big shots, so they also had to dine in the main hall.

"Speaking of which, how's the preparation going?"

Qin Feng asked while eating.

Fang Wudi made a bitter face and said: "It's terrifying, out of every ten fighters here, eight are half-step masters."

"You're being too timid!"

Qin Feng said displeasedly, "Just speaking of fighting skills, you've mastered the essence of various boxing techniques, not inferior to any of them. The only difference lies in the physical strength of military generals and the power of half-step masters, just like the difference between elementary and high school students."

"Exactly! In the face of absolute power, my fighting skills are useless," Fang Wudi said dejectedly.

"But you have the 'Heaven and Earth Dominating Skill' mental method, which can greatly solidify your inner strength and minimize the physical gap," Qin Feng stated.

"That's true, but I'm still a bit nervous…" Fang Wudi said.

"...It seems right to let you compete, take a few more beatings and you'll stop being timid," Qin Feng said speechlessly.

At that moment.

A thin young man in a suit passed by, followed by a group of robust men, clearly not ordinary people.

When he saw An Suxi, he exclaimed in surprise: "Suxi, you're here too?"

"Yes."

An Suxi responded indifferently, obviously not wanting to get too close.

The man in the suit glanced at Fang Wudi and Qin Feng, then said with a mix of laughter and helplessness: "Suxi, these two can't be the fighters you found, right? This, this is too childish, this one is at least a military general, but this one is... an Inner Strength Martial Disciple? You actually brought an Inner Strength Martial Disciple to compete?"

At that point.

The others also started glancing over and burst into laughter.

The lowest grade of competitors is a military general.

And there is actually a Martial Arts Apprentice competing.

It's really too ludicrous.

"I tell you Suxi, this won't work. How about being my girlfriend? I'll win the championship, get the Spiritual Medicine, and then help your uncle with his illness," the man in the suit chuckled helplessly and spread his hands, "Relying on them, what's the difference between them and cow dung?"