Stunned silence fell. Lin Liqiang's gloating smile stiffened, and even the proposal’s instigator wore a look of schadenfreude.

No one present was a fool.

Everyone understood the immense trouble Earth’s Martial God, Song Wendong, had just thrust upon Qin Fen with that single declaration.

Within the Federation, the desire to become kin to the Song family wasn't limited to those on Earth. For those residing on other planets, the number of such aspirants was countless.

What did it mean to become Song Wendong’s grandson-in-law? Wealth and prestige? That was merely the most fundamental of fundamentals! Peerless martial arts? That was guaranteed, one hundred percent!

It could be said that if one became Song Wendong’s son-in-law, describing them as being able to summon wind and rain, omnipotent, wouldn't be an exaggeration.

If Song Wendong wished to run for President, on Earth at least, there would be no other nominated candidates.

The Hidden Emperor! That was the private moniker many used for Song Wendong.

Of course, people preferred to call him the youngest legendary figure of the new generation on Mars. If Shangguan Chuanqi wanted to marry Song Jia, he would first have to strike Qin Fen down.

Besides Mars, Venus, Mercury...

Which descendant of a Divine Beast title was a simpleton? Each had miraculously inherited the superior genes of their ancestors, becoming figures who earned constant praise merely by having their names mentioned on their respective planets.

As for Jupiter...

The Azure Dragon was an enigma; his age, even more so.

No one knew if he had descendants, nor did anyone know his actual age.

Only occasionally would rumors surface.

The Azure Dragon was a young man! A man under thirty!

Most people dismissed such rumors as idle chatter.

What person under thirty could possibly hold a Divine Beast title? To obtain such a title required the acknowledgment of others who already possessed a Divine Beast title.

Since the owners of the other Divine Beast titles had acknowledged "him" or "her" seizing that title, it already attested to an incomparably powerful strength.

Under thirty and already holding a Divine Beast title? How astonishingly prodigious must that talent be? To describe such a person as a peerless prodigy wouldn't be overstating it!

Could such a person exist? Many adopted an attitude of disbelief.

Yet, some remained half-believing, maintaining an ambiguous stance.

Although Lin Liqiang didn't believe the "Azure Dragon's" age was under thirty, a vague sense of unease pricked him, because, based on the channels he could access, the "Azure Dragon" might genuinely be under thirty and unmarried.

If that were true...

The thought of the "Azure Dragon" sent a cold sweat across Lin Liqiang’s brow.

It meant the "Azure Dragon" was also qualified to contend for the right to be Song Wendong’s grandson-in-law.

While the "Azure Dragon" might refrain from participating due to his status, if he entered for political reasons—for the interests of Jupiter—the outcome would become extremely difficult to predict.

The "Azure Dragon" against Qin Fen? Lin Liqiang raised a hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. This was beyond merely not favoring Qin Fen; it meant Qin Fen didn't even have one in ten thousand chance of winning.

Even without the "Azure Dragon," Lin Liqiang worried when he considered the top-tier young martial artists from all the planets. Qin Fen’s foundation was thinner; that was an undeniable fact.

Qin Fen knew nothing of the Azure Dragon or the outstanding youths on other planets. But he knew that if several hundred or a thousand people emerged from every planet to challenge him in a single day, there could only be one result: being worked to death, until he couldn't even lift an arm, facing a continuous string of defeats.

Looking up at Song Jia in the second-floor window, a wave of helplessness washed over Qin Fen again.

For a girl like her, even if she hadn't been born into Song Wendong's family, just her beauty alone, hosting a martial contest for marriage, would likely attract legions of young men to fight tooth and nail.

Crowned with the halo of Song Wendong’s granddaughter, even if Song Jia replaced the threshold with solid alloy, it would still be completely trampled flat by the hopeful suitors.

Qin Fen sighed deeply. He looked at the butler Hou, who wore a mischievous grin, and couldn't help but shake his head in admiration of Song Wendong’s cunning.

After fighting tooth and nail and knocking down all the current suitors, he had intended to give Song Wendong a show of strength.

Unexpectedly, the old man only needed to move his lips.

Not only did he turn the disadvantage around, but he also countered with a brilliant offensive.

"Father, Grandpa... what is this..." Song Jia said coquettishly, shaking Song Zhenting's arm vigorously: "How could you do this..."

Song Zhenting raised his hand with a benevolent expression, gently stroking his beloved daughter's hair: "Girl, don't you know your grandfather’s temper? Anyone who dares to challenge him must be prepared to pay a heavy price."

"I'm not happy, I'm very unhappy~" Song Jia dragged out the last syllable: "How could Grandpa do this? This is too unfair to Qin Fen."

"Fair?" Song Zhenting patted his daughter's shoulder: "Girl, have you forgotten what your grandfather taught you since childhood? Nothing in this world is fair. If you feel it’s unfair, then strive! Surpass fairness, rise above it! Let others shout about unfairness."

"But..." Song Jia wanted to argue further, but Song Zhenting raised his hand to stop her.

"Look over there." Song Zhenting pointed towards Qin Fen in the courtyard.

Qin Fen, who had been silent moments before, now had the corners of his mouth and eyes gradually curving into a slight smile.

This smile quickly blossomed into audible laughter, which soon erupted into a full-throated roar toward the sky.

All the suitors stared at Qin Fen in dumbfounded shock, wondering if Song Wendong's words had driven him mad. The prospect of facing the combined challenge of every man in the Federation who wished to be Song Wendong’s grandson-in-law—surely that would drive anyone to insanity?

After the bout of laughter, Qin Fen gradually calmed down, a resolute spirit undiminished on his face: "Good! I also wish to witness the myriad martial arts, to draw from the strengths of all schools and create a sect of my own. I thank Elder Song for giving me this opportunity; I shall not be polite."

At that moment, the young suitors felt Qin Fen’s figure seem to swell and grow instantly. This was not physical expansion due to surging qi and blood, but the entirety of his aura—it possessed an air of swallowing mountains and rivers, looking down upon the world.

Having spoken, Qin Fen gave a strange smile and spoke once more: "As long as they cannot defeat me, Jiajia cannot marry anyone else. Therefore, I will use my fists to strike down every challenger, beat them until none dare harbor the thought of marrying Jiajia again."

"You... you shouldn't be so arrogant..." Ge Bing awoke from a deep coma. His level two biochemical beast fusion granted him healing abilities that, while not restoring his combat strength instantly, had at least preserved his life.

"The Federation, the five major planets..." Ge Bing gasped intermittently: "With vast populations, the probability of producing geniuses is naturally much higher. Defeat for you... is only a matter of time..."

Qin Fen smiled but offered no reply. Today’s battles had brought him several new insights; a quiet review of the recent fights would lead to significant progress.

"Alright, someone."

Butler Hou gave a light command, and numerous personnel with the character 'Song' embroidered on their chests entered from outside the courtyard.

He pointed to the injured suitors and waved his hand: "Send them all to the hospital."

The Song family staff were highly efficient; the injured in the courtyard were quickly carried away.

The carried-off suitors looked at Qin Fen with varied expressions.

Some were genuinely awed by his successive displays, their gazes filled with admiration.

Others wore looks of pure glee, feeling that Song Wendong’s pronouncement had brought them their revenge.

Ge Bing's brow showed nothing but defiance.

Olivison from Russia looked utterly unconvinced; he felt his loss was too unjust! As a martial artist who also truly wielded a biochemical beast, he hadn't even had the chance to deploy it before being beaten into the ground.

"When my body recovers, I will show you the true strength of Olivison!" Olivison roared like a bear, ignoring the pain in his chest, as he was being lifted past Qin Fen.

"Good, I'll wait for you," Qin Fen bent down and whispered near Olivison's ear: "Next time, I'll injure you worse than Ge Bing."

These faint words sent a chill through Olivison’s entire body.

Butler Hou made another call to summon workers to repair the damaged courtyard. As he left, he patted Qin Fen’s shoulder, his eyes filled only with amusement, and vanished from the courtyard.

Soon after, Song Zhenting also emerged from the red-brick house.

Until he stepped into his car, his attention never left Qin Fen’s body. What was that strange protective divine art?

This question continually played out in his mind. If he hadn't seen how genuinely exhausted Qin Fen looked, and felt it too inappropriate to attack an already worn-out youth, he would have tested it already.

The courtyard finally fell silent. The door of the red-brick house opened again, and Song Jia emerged, having changed into a traditional qipao; tear tracks still lingered on her face, which was now wreathed in smiles.

One Nine Five: Spring Colors in the Red House

The qipao is a garment that demands an exceptionally well-figured body.

It emphasizes contours, projecting a perfect silhouette of the wearer both front and back.

The qipao also acts as a figure enhancer.

For someone with a good figure, the dress accentuates their curves, making them even more alluring.

Song Jia wore a red, floral qipao with a Ruyi collar and a low side slit. It not only enhanced the lift of her bust but also showcased her snake-like slender waist, giving the impression of lethal, captivating charm.

Song Jia walked quickly. The slits on either side of the qipao revealed glimpses of her calves, smooth as white jade. Though only her lower legs were visible, this further fueled conjecture about whether her hidden thighs were even more enticing.

Qin Fen knew Song Jia was beautiful, but he hadn't expected that her rushed preparation in the qipao would render him momentarily lost in a daze.

"Jiajia, you're getting fat," Lin Liqiang mused, stroking his chin as he appraised Song Jia nonstop, clicking his tongue: "If you keep getting fatter, be careful Old Qin thinks you'll eat him poor and won't want you anymore."

"Go away!"

Song Jia playfully curled her little nose and shot Lin Liqiang a glare.

The atmosphere, which had been poised between tender intimacy and awkward silence about what to say upon meeting, instantly lightened due to Lin Liqiang's teasing remark.

"Hahahaha..." Lin Liqiang burst into laughter, clapping Qin Fen on the back: "Old Qin, I won't be a third wheel. I’ll wait for you outside the door. You two chat."

Lin Liqiang, who had reached the courtyard gate, suddenly turned back, smiling at the two slightly awkward figures: "Old Qin, I’ll be right outside the courtyard. If Jiajia harbors any malicious intentions or improper thoughts toward you, you can shout loudly, brother! I will appear immediately and fend her off for you."

Before Song Jia could roll her eyes at Lin Liqiang, the biochemical genius who had just broken the tension zipped out of the courtyard.

The courtyard, not overly large, was now left with just the two of them.

Miss Song, who usually projected a powerful aura, saying things like, "I am very satisfied" or "I am very dissatisfied," was subdued now. She secretly raised her eyes to stare at Qin Fen.

"Earth’s young martial artist... Shall we go inside to talk, okay?"

Qin Fen nodded repeatedly; being surrounded by so many onlookers in the courtyard was truly uncomfortable.

Stepping through the doorway, Song Jia turned and gently closed the door of the brick house. Simultaneously, she felt two strong, firm arms wrap around her waist.

The next instant, those powerful arms exerted a slightly rough pull.

Song Jia felt her body yielding backward under the force, a tingling, numbing sensation spreading through her bones as she was completely enveloped in his embrace.

He hugged me! He actively hugged me! That dull Qin Fen actually...

Happiness instantly flooded Song Jia’s entire heart. She felt like a delicate little bird, allowing Qin Fen to hold her tightly.

His rough, warm breath sounded slightly hurried near her ear.

That hot current pierced into her neck, making her entire body tremble. Before she could react, the masculine, rugged scent sealed her lips.

Song Jia’s mind paused for a tenth of a second, then she felt Qin Fen’s tongue reoccupy her sweet tongue.

Unlike their first kiss in Hanzhou, this kiss was far more intense.

Qin Fen was no block of wood, nor was he impotent. He was a man, and one who followed the path of aggressive martial prowess.

Having not seen Song Jia for many days, and having just fought fiercely, his spirit relaxed in this moment. Alone with her in the room, Qin Fen held back less, fully savoring the wet, smooth, soft, fragrant lips that carried Song Jia’s unique feminine scent.

Song Jia was utterly lost.

She had begun to lose herself the moment Qin Fen had shouted from the courtyard that he would send all challengers to the hospital.

If Qin Fen’s arms weren't tightly embracing her slender waist, she would have already collapsed.

Her entire body tingled, as if thousands of electric currents were running through her, granting her a feeling of paradise-like bliss.

In the special environment and the ambiguous atmosphere, Qin Fen felt Song Jia’s full breasts pressed against his chest, his left and right hands gripping her soft, boneless waist. The blood within him began to simmer.

Song Jia was fortunate; she was born into the home of Earth’s Martial God, giving her access to countless top-tier martial arts. Song Wendong adored his granddaughter so much that, to prevent her martial training from hardening her muscles or roughening her skin, he had specially created a cultivation method for her. This ensured that no matter how high her martial prowess grew, it would not compromise her physical beauty.

Almost instinctively, Qin Fen’s right hand began to slide down, caressing her full, rounded hip.

This was Qin Fen's first move toward intimacy, and Song Jia's first time having her sensual, curved hip touched by anyone. Had it been anyone else, she would likely have tried to chop off that hand.

But not today. The one touching her was her lover.

As her hip was grasped for the first time, Song Jia’s body tensed noticeably. The blush of heat on her face spread up to her neck, white as jade.

Song Jia’s muscle tension became bait to lure the fish onto the hook. Qin Fen’s left hand slowly slid down as well, taking complete control of her entire backside, and both hands began to grip slightly tighter.

A man and a woman, physical proximity...

Under these circumstances, if Qin Fen showed no reaction, he wouldn't be a man.

Song Jia clearly felt the distinct change in Qin Fen’s body—an erect, hard mass was swelling, swelling, and swelling again. She knew what it was.

Qin Fen’s lips moved to her neck. He held Song Jia and advanced inch by inch, while Song Jia retreated slightly with each movement.

Qin Fen's lips returned to hers, and their admittedly unpracticed kissing skills morphed through every possible posture...

Song Jia was already leaning back.

On the sofa, Qin Fen pressed his body onto hers, ceaselessly kissing her neck and moving lower. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and her panting was clearly audible to him.

Qin Fen greedily kissed her jawline, inhaling the unique scent of her virginity, his nose brushing against her... His hand gently, gently slipped inside the slit of the qipao, meeting the thigh that felt delicate, smooth, and brimming with vital elasticity.

"Ah..."

A soft call escaped Song Jia's throat—a sensation she had never experienced. A large hand caressed her smooth, tender thigh, slightly clumsily.

Song Jia gently swayed her waist; she had never felt such stimulation. Qin Fen sealed her lips again, his other hand stroking her cheek, sliding down to her neck, then her shoulder...

His hands roamed freely over her thighs, up and down... left and right...

The hand resting near her shoulder climbed toward her peak.

"Ah..."

Her lips were sealed, so the sound could only flutter softly in her throat.

Her chest, never touched before, had been conquered.

His technique was clumsy—touching, kneading, rubbing, pressing... all were unskilled motions.

But for Song Jia, this was the first time she had endured such intense stimulation. Her breasts began to harden slowly, and Qin Fen clearly felt the special changes happening in her core.

Sensing the change in Song Jia's body, Qin Fen seemed motivated. His hand fumbled with the first button of her qipao.

The skin, white as condensed cream, and the deep cleavage instantly pierced Qin Fen's eyes, along with his rapidly losing control of his mind.

His other hand had been frictionally exploring the vicinity of the forbidden zone for a while. The clumsy technique did nothing to lessen the stimulation she felt. It was as if a thousand ants were crawling through her spine; the electric shock of pleasure made her sink deep into the feeling. She sensed the hand hovering near the forbidden zone begin a new assault, inching toward her shameful place.

Heavens... Her body trembled violently; an unprecedented desire left her unable to break free...

Qin Fen’s breathing grew heavy. This was the first time... the first time he had felt such an impulse, an urge that made him completely unwilling to stop. He clearly felt the dampness and warmth of Song Jia’s forbidden zone. His fingertip lightly teased the never-before-touched underwear, and he could no longer endure the fatal craving.

"Mmm..."

Song Jia’s body seemed to lose all power of resistance. The stimulation from her core caused her to instinctively let out a moan.

Qin Fen’s hand gently moved toward the space beneath Song Jia’s body.

Under the intense stimulation, Song Jia slowly arched her waist, her hips involuntarily lifting off the sofa.

Qin Fen clumsily and gently drew down her final barrier. Except for the covering of the qipao, her lower body was in a vacuum, utterly undefended.

Qin Fen did not pause; he began to undo his own clothing. In this state, he couldn't stop—no man in this situation ever would.

It was like an old internet joke: a man and a woman alone in a room, the woman tells the man, "You sleep on the floor tonight. If you sleep with me, you're a beast." The man obediently sleeps on the floor. The next day, the woman slaps the man: "You’re less than a beast."

Qin Fen certainly did not want to be less than a beast.

Song Jia felt the swollen, hard body pressing closer to her core.

She managed to focus a sliver of her consciousness and said softly, "Wait a moment."

Qin Fen, pressing down on Song Jia, gave a wry smile: "How can I wait at a time like this?"

"If you want me, you must have all of me."

Song Jia gently unbuttoned her qipao. In the blink of an eye, her dazzling, exquisite bra popped into Qin Fen’s sight.

Those high, white peaks flooding his vision instantly made the male organ swell even more intensely.

"Can you help me undo this?" Song Jia's face flushed a deep crimson as she murmured softly, "I'm completely weak from your kisses."

"Oh... okay..."

Qin Fen clumsily agreed, his hands fumbling to remove the last barrier restraining those twin peaks.

In that instant, he kissed her completely by instinct. His tongue lightly brushed against that bead, small and perfect like a dewdrop berry, eliciting a soft, delicate gasp from Song Jia's throat.

That sound was utterly intoxicating. Qin Fen moved his body forward just slightly, and Song Jia instantly tightened her legs around him, her arms winding around his neck. She whispered shyly, "I heard the first time hurts a lot. Can you be gentle with me?"

Qin Fen once again sealed Song Jia’s lips with his own, his body advancing with deliberate, tender slowness.

In the red brick house, while the sounds of bustling construction and ground repair raged outside, a man and a woman within were engaging in the most sacred of human rituals.

Both their bodies were magnificent specimens. This momentous scene unfolded for a considerable duration before finally settling into a profound calm.

Although Qin Feng had chosen gentleness, his physique had been forged by the Long Xiang Ban Ruo Gong. Even without circulating his true energy, his body was far stronger than that of most warriors at the same level.

Song Jia lay utterly limp in the crook of Qin Fen's arm, tracing his cheekbone lightly with her fingertip, waves of secret delight washing over her—this was her man.

Looking down at the lovely woman in his embrace, Qin Fen felt a pang of regret for not having sought more counsel from Lin Liqiang earlier; he hadn't the faintest idea what to say in this state.

He glanced at the faint stain on the sofa and asked quietly, "Did it hurt just now?"

Song Jia pinched the tip of Qin Fen’s nose lightly with two fingers, her face bright red as she countered, "What do you think?"

Qin Fen looked at the traces of blood, speaking with a hint of remorse, "It must have hurt..."

Song Jia wrapped her arms around Qin Fen again, murmuring blissfully close to his ear, "Happiness outweighed the pain. Will you carry me to the bath?"

"En," Qin Fen replied, hoisting Song Jia up. His gaze dropped to the twin mounds he had kissed countless times, and he swallowed reflexively, battling a fresh surge of desire.

"What... you still want more..."

Song Jia's face flushed, her voice dropping even lower.

Qin Fen nodded once, then shook his head. "You must still be sore; I can't be too selfish. Besides..."

"Besides what?" Song Jia looked up at him curiously.

"Besides," Qin Fen chuckled happily, leaning close to her ear to whisper, "we have all the time in the world ahead of us..."

At those words, Song Jia’s face reddened again, right down to the base of her neck. In front of Qin Fen, she found it increasingly difficult to summon the formidable aura she once possessed.