Taoist Master Leaves the Mountains: All My Senior Sisters Love Me

Wang Ye looked up at Su Wanqing, and a familiar feeling immediately surged in his heart. It was as if he had seen her somewhere before, but those memories were too vague.

He knew that only by marrying Su Wanqing and recovering those memories could he uncover his true ancestry.

Therefore, he directly refused, "Impossible! My master has instructed that the marriage arrangement must be fulfilled."

In fact, Su Yuanqiao's decision seemed quite reasonable. Given Wang Ye's current status, marrying Su Wanqing indeed seemed inappropriate.

The Wang family had been significantly indebted to the Su family in the past, and this million was a fair sum for the Wang family. However, all these were just superficialities. Su Yuanqiao's true intention was to ask Wang Yifeng to come down from the mountain. Only then might his illness stand a chance of being cured.

This million was actually Su Yuanqiao's medical fee.

"Little Taoist, don't push your luck! Elder Master Su is giving you a chance, you should know to treasure it," Yang Junsheng said, eyeing Wang Ye firmly.

"If you think the money's too little, my Yang family can give you another million."

Yang Junsheng was very fond of Su Wanqing, so he was willing to pay. A million was not much for him. Getting rid of this little Taoist sooner would also be better for discussing important matters with Su Yuanqiao.

Su Wanqing, standing by, had not spoken, just glancing at Wang Ye from the corner of her eye.

In her memory, she seemed to have seen this face before. But that was when she was very young, and she barely remembered his appearance as a child.

"Grandfather, I don't want to get married! Whether it's Yang Junsheng's proposal or this little Taoist's marriage agreement, I disagree with both."

"The marriage agreement must be withdrawn, and the proposal can be discussed later," Su Yuanqiao certainly didn't want to give up the great opportunity of an alliance through marriage with the Yang family.

"Old Master Su, the marriage agreement cannot be withdrawn," Wang Ye emphasized again.

His words immediately sparked a buzz of discussion among those present.

"This little Taoist wants to force a marriage!"

"He's got some nerve, forcing a marriage right here at the Su family."

"Ahem, that's normal. The future inheritance of the Su family will surely go to Su Wanqing. Marrying into the Su family, one could not only marry a peerless beauty but also gain a vast fortune—who wouldn't want that!"

"So this means, this little Taoist is quite scheming!"

Amidst the discussions, Su Yuanqiao's expression had turned rather unpleasant.

"Wang Ye, don't be too presumptuous! Elder Master Su giving you a million is already fair. Have you ever thought about whether you're worthy of Miss Su Wanqing?" Yang Junsheng scoffed coldly.

"The marriage agreement must be completed!" Wang Ye stressed for the third time.

"The agreement states, if either party breaks the contract, they will face condemnation from the Heavenly Dao."

"Nonsense, you must be crazy with the desire to marry Miss Su to come up with all this talk of Heavenly Dao's condemnation, babbling on about gods. Someone, throw him out!" Yang Junsheng said angrily.

"Exactly, what era are we living in, still talking about Heavenly Dao's condemnation. This kid really is crazy about marrying into wealth!"

"Right, right, right, dreaming of becoming a good-for-nothing son-in-law—doesn't he have a mirror to see if he's worthy!"

"A toad lusting after swan meat, thinking of competing with Young Master Yang for a woman, he's dreaming!"

Only Su Yuanqiao paused for a moment. Heavenly Dao's condemnation? What if it were true... Su Yuanqiao had always believed in these things, and the marriage agreement had been set by a highly regarded spiritual master back in the day.

With this in mind, Su Yuanqiao's look at Wang Ye began to change, "Wait, you say not honoring this marriage agreement would invoke the condemnation of the Heavenly Dao? Then this marriage agreement..."

Seeing Su Yuanqiao's hesitation, Yang Junsheng immediately pressured him, "Elder Master Su, don't forget, the Su family is currently facing a significant shortfall in funds. Without my Yang family, the Su family is on a path to ruin."

"Yang Junsheng, you..." Su Yuanqiao didn't expect Yang Junsheng to dare to threaten him so overtly.

Yang Junsheng smirked with contempt and turned to Su Wanqing, "Wanqing, think it over carefully. Marrying a stinking Taoist will gain you nothing, and the company will suffer huge losses because of it. But if you marry me, it'll be different!"

"I offer money, and I have power. In the future, I can even make you the president of a public company, and then you can freely demonstrate your business acumen."

Wang Ye was by the side, but he listened in confusion. Since he could remember, he'd been in Wudang and had never left the mountain. He didn't understand any conspiracies or anything related to business and companies.

"Stinky Taoist, am I right! You have nothing and are not worthy of marrying Miss Su. You can't even afford the basic bride price, so how are you going to marry her? Don't tell me you plan to take her to live in the mountains after you marry?"

Yang Junsheng said, mocking Wang Ye without restraint.

Wang Ye's face was calm, and his eyes looked quietly at Yang Junsheng, "I am a Taoist, but not a stinky one."

"Ha, if you're not a stinky Taoist, then what are you? A poor Taoist? A single sweep of the Yang Family's couch can easily find more money than you've worked for in your entire life!"

"Enough, Yang Junsheng. Whether Wang Ye has money is none of your business. Whether or not I want to marry him is also none of your business,"

Su Wanqing couldn't stand Yang Junsheng's behavior and spoke out.

Today was her grandfather's birthday banquet, and she didn't want others throwing their weight around. Especially seeing Yang Junsheng threatening her grandfather, Su Wanqing was even more angry.

"Wanqing, I'm doing this for your own good! What's there for you in marrying this stinky Taoist? He can't even afford a dowry... If you marry him, you'll become a yellow-faced woman, is it worth it?"

"Yang Junsheng, don't you think what you're saying is too much?" Su Wanqing was already getting angry.

"Too much?"

With things having reached this point, Yang Junsheng dropped all pretense, revealing his true face.

"Su Wanqing, let me tell you, there is no woman I want that I can't have! You'd better willingly marry me, otherwise, the Su family won't be able to stay in Yun City!"

"You should know that when Yang Junsheng says one, nobody dares say two in the whole of Yun City. I have that much sway!"

"Yang Junsheng, you..." Su Wanqing's cheeks flushed with anger; she hadn't expected Yang Junsheng to be such a person.

Yang Junsheng smirked with pride and turned his head to look at Wang Ye.

He took out a check and threw it on the ground, speaking aggressively with his nostrils flared at Wang Ye, "Stinky Taoist, take this one million and scram! If you dare have designs on Su Wanqing again, I'll make sure you can't be a man, and you'll regret it for the rest of your life."

Wang Ye frowned slightly, looking at Yang Junsheng with seriousness.

Before descending the mountain, his master had instructed him to be tolerant everywhere and not to clash with people easily.

But this Yang Junsheng was truly too much.

"What are you looking at? Want more? Fine, I'll give you more. Here's a few thousand in cash; take it and live on it."

Yang Junsheng said, tossing the cash from his wallet onto the ground.

"Pick it up, money-grubber? Aren't you just a greedy dog? This should be enough for you to live on for the rest of your life."

Yang Junsheng laughed scornfully, believing he could bully the insignificant Taoist any way he wanted.

"Pick it up, like a stray dog that pounces when it sees food; is that not what you are?"

"Yeah, hurry and pick it up. If you miss this chance, you'll never meet a good person like Young Master Yang in your life."

The guests present didn't sympathize with Wang Ye; instead, they joined in the laughter.

Wang Ye's gaze had turned gradually cold; in the face of such unreasonable people, there was no need to tolerate any further.

But just as Wang Ye was about to act and teach Yang Junsheng a lesson.

A voice rang out from the doorway: "Xia Qingxin, Director Xia has arrived."