Chapter 156


    During the winter, the weather in Yaleview was unpredictable. On this day, the chilly north wind blew


    past the city, and the sky was quite gloomy.


    At ten in the morning, Jonathan and Mabel arrived at the Harrington mansion.


    Yareth and Bruce came out to wee them. Immediately, Mabel told Yareth that Jonathan had


    agreed to his conditions. Hearing that, Yareth smiled. He was dressed in a red suit, and its bright color


    was reflected on his wrinkled face, making him look a bit creepy.


    He turned to Bruce and instructed, “Bruce, tell Catherine toe here. This isn''t the olden days


    anymore, so we shouldn''t allow arranged marriages. They should at least meet each other before


    getting married.”


    Jonathan could not help but chuckle bitterly in his heart. What is he talking about? This is literally an


    arranged marriage! Fortunately, Catherine was known as the prettiest woman in Yaleview. If he were to


    be married to an ugly woman, he would definitely be upset.


    Smiling, Bruce answered, “Yes, Old Mr. Harrington.”


    Afterward, Jonathan and Mabel sat down with Yareth in the living room for some coffee. Yareth started,


    “Jonathan, after you hold your wedding ceremony and get your marriage certificate, I will rmend


    you to the Divine Realm right away.”


    At that, Jonathan stood up. “Thank you, Old Mr. Harrington.” He seemed genuine and sincere.


    Perhaps, he was enlightened after getting scolded by Mabel the day before.


    Since he didn''t have enough capabilities, he didn''t have the right to be choosy.


    “You should call me Grandpa soon,” Yareth reminded.


    Jonathan smiled at that, but he did not say anything.


    Roughly half an hourter, Bruce approached them and reported, “Old Mr. Harrington, Ms. Catherine


    just came home.” As soon as he said this, two people walked into the living room.


    It was a man and a woman.


    The woman was wearing a white suit, and she looked around eighteen years old. Like an exquisite


    carving, her face was delicate and beautiful.


    She had curves in all the right ces, and most importantly, she emitted a unique and aloof aura.


    Anyone who stood beside her would look like a mortal standing next to a goddess.


    The woman was no other than Catherine Harrington.


    Right when she walked in, her fragrance filled the room.


    The guy beside her was around twenty-two years old. He had defined features and a well-groomed


    appearance. His eyes gleamed, exuding a formidable aura. Jonathan could tell that the man had a


    much higher cultivation level than himself.


    Likewise, Catherine appeared to possess a greater cultivation level than Jonathan.


    This did not mean that being a Nascent Soul was insignificant. It simply meant that Catherine was too


    powerful. Naturally, her acquaintances would roughly be on the same level as her.


    Catherine walked to the middle of the living room and stood still. “Grandpa,” she greeted calmly.


    “Catherine,e take a seat beside me,” said Yareth.


    “Okay, Grandpa.”


    Just then, the man beside her also spoke to Yareth. “Greetings, Old Mr. Harrington!”


    “Frederick, have a seat too. You''ve arrived just in time to hear the Harrington family''s good news.”


    “Good news?” Frederick asked, his expression shifting slightly.


    Yareth then turned to Jonathan and Mabel. “Mabel, you probably know Frederick, so I''ll skip the


    introduction. Why don''t you help me introduce him to Jonathan instead?”


    During tha wintar, tha waathar in Yviaw was unpradicta. On this day, tha chilly north wind w


    past tha city, and tha sky was quita gloomy.


    At tan in tha morning, Jonathan and Mabal arrivad at tha Harrington mansion.


    Yarath and Bruca cama out to waa tham. Immadiataly, Mabal told Yarath that Jonathan had


    agraad to his conditions. Haaring that, Yarath smd. Ha was drassad in a rad suit, and its bright color


    was ractad on his wrind faca, making him look a bit craapy.


    Ha turnad to Bruca and instructad, “Bruca, tall Catharina toa hara. This isn''t tha oldan days


    anymora, so wa shouldn''t allow arrangad marriagas. Thay should atast maat aach othar bafora


    gatting marriad.”


    Jonathan could not halp but chuc bittarly in his haart. What is ha talking about? This is litarally an


    arrangad marriaga! Fortunataly, Catharina was known as tha prattiast woman in Yviaw. If ha wara to


    ba marriad to an ugly woman, ha would dafinitaly ba upsat.


    Smiling, Bruca answarad, “Yas, Old Mr. Harrington.”


    Aftarward, Jonathan and Mabal sat down with Yarath in tha living room for soma coffaa. Yarath startad,


    “Jonathan, aftar you hold your wadding caramony and gat your marriaga cartificata, I will rmand


    you to tha Divina Raalm right away.”


    At that, Jonathan stood up. “Thank you, Old Mr. Harrington.” Ha saamad ganuina and sincara.


    Parhaps, ha was anlightanad aftar gatting scoldad by Mabal tha day bafora.


    Sinca ha didn''t hava anough capabilitias, ha didn''t hava tha right to ba choosy.


    “You should call ma Grandpa soon,” Yarath ramindad.


    Jonathan smd at that, but ha did not say anything.


    Roughly half an hourtar, Bruca approachad tham and raportad, “Old Mr. Harrington, Ms. Catharina


    just cama homa.” As soon as ha said this, two pao walkad into tha living room.


    It was a man and a woman.


    Tha woman was waaring a whita suit, and sha lookad around aightaan yaars old. Lika an axquisita


    carving, har faca was dalicata and baautiful.


    Sha had curvas in all tha right cas, and most importantly, sha amittad a uniqua and aloof aura.


    Anyona who stood basida har would look lika a mortal standing naxt to a goddass.


    Tha woman was no othar than Catharina Harrington.


    Right whan sha walkad in, har fragranca fid tha room.


    Tha guy basida har was around twanty-two yaars old. Ha had dafinad faaturas and a wall-groomad


    appaaranca. His ayas amad, axuding a formida aura. Jonathan could tall that tha man had a


    much highar cultivationval than himsalf.


    Likawisa, Catharina appaarad to possass a graatar cultivationval than Jonathan.


    This did not maan that baing a Nascant Soul was insignificant. It simply maant that Catharina was too


    powarful. Naturally, har acquaintancas would roughly ba on tha samaval as har.


    Catharina walkad to tha mid of tha living room and stood still. “Grandpa,” sha graatad calmly.


    “Catharina,a taka a saat basida ma,” said Yarath.


    “Okay, Grandpa.”


    Just than, tha man basida har also spoka to Yarath. “Graatings, Old Mr. Harrington!”


    “Fradarick, hava a saat too. You''va arrivad just in tima to haar tha Harrington family''s good naws.”


    “Good naws?” Fradarick askad, his axprassion shifting slightly.


    Yarath than turnad to Jonathan and Mabal. “Mabal, you probably know Fradarick, so I''ll skip tha


    introduction. Why don''t you halp ma introduca him to Jonathan instaad?”


    Yet, Frederick looked at Mabel in confusion. He did not recognize her. Mabel had a mysterious identity;


    not everyone knew who she was.


    As Mabel stood up, Jonathan did the same and nodded to Frederick.


    “Jonathan, this is Frederick Langeton, a member of The Quartet Dragons. His family has been


    practicingbat arts for generations. Since Frederick will be taking the exam in the Divine Realm,


    you guys might run into each other in the future,” said Mabel.


    Frederick looked at Jonathan, slightly surprised. “How do I address you?”


    “I am Jonathan. Nice to meet you!” Jonathan replied readily.


    Then, Frederick looked at Mabel. He noticed she was no ordinary woman. “How may I address you?”


    Mabel smiled faintly and answered, “You don''t have to know my name.”


    After that, she sat down.


    Frederick was not offended as he could sense that Mabel had a high level of cultivation.


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    Soon, Frederick and Jonathan sat in their respective seats. Frederick turned to Yareth and said, “Old


    Mr. Harrington, about the good news you just mentioned...”


    With a grin, Yareth first told Catherine, “Catherine, let me introduce you to Jonathan.”


    Jonathan got up from his seat right away and smiled at Catherine.


    However, Catherine remained seated. She merely nced at him for a few seconds before retracting


    her gaze.


    Her actions made Jonathan feel somewhat embarrassed.


    Noticing that, Yareth said, “Catherine''s a little entric. I hope you understand.”


    “Yes, Old Mr. Harrington.”


    Jonathan''s answer pleased Yareth. Thetter then asked Catherine, “Catherine, I''m nning to hold


    your wedding in three days. Do you have any problems with that?”


    Jonathan was stunned upon hearing that.


    Three days? That''s too fast! Plus, it seems like Old Mr. Harrington hasn''t discussed this with Catherine


    at all. Will she agree?


    Before Catherine could say anything, Frederick stood up. “What? Old Mr. Harrington, are you serious?”


    He seemed agitated.


    Yareth gave Frederick a quick nce. “Frederick, why would I make such a joke?” With that, he turned


    back to Catherine. “Do you have any concerns, Catherine?”


    Jonathan and Mabel gazed at Catherine. Both of them seemed confused.


    “Do I have the right to refuse?” Catherine asked ndly.


    “No.”


    “The decision is yours then, Grandpa. I have no objection,” Catherine responded.


    “Great. Let''s call it a deal.”


    “No way!” Frederick''s eyes shed with rage as he quickly walked to the center of the living room and


    faced Yareth. “Old Mr. Harrington, Catherine must not marry him.”


    “I don''t think you have the right to intervene in Catherine''s marriage nor any of our family''s affairs,”


    Yareth replied tly.


    “Catherine doesn''t even like him!” Frederick was very emotional.


    “You think Catherine likes you instead?”


    Yareth''s words rendered Frederick speechless. In fact, thetter had been pursuing Catherine for a


    long time. Yet, Catherine was always indifferent to everything and everyone around her. Therefore,


    Frederick was unsure whether Catherine liked him or not.


    There was a brief moment of silence before Frederick responded, “Old Mr. Harrington, Jonathan


    doesn''t deserve Catherine.” As panic consumed him, he began to see Jonathan as his enemy.


    “Are you saying that someone like you deserves her?” Yareth retorted.


    “At least I''m stronger than him,” Frederick replied. He carried on, “Old Mr. Harrington, I adore


    Catherine. The Langeton family will do anything for the Harrington family as long as you agree to let


    Catherine marry me. I will look after her for the rest of my life. I beg of you to give me your permission!”


    Yareth merely stared at Frederick with a cold expression. “You and Jonathan are both beginners, and I


    can''t tell who is stronger at this point. At the very least, Jonathan will not beg for a woman, unlike you.”


    He paused for a moment before continuing, “Frederick, I truly appreciate your feelings for Catherine,


    but I hope you don''t interfere with Catherine''s marriage. Nevertheless, I am delighted to wee you


    to their wedding.”


    Frederick was dumbfounded. He was truly and deeply in love with Catherine. Realizing that it was


    pointless to beg Yareth, he quickly walked over to Catherine and crouched by her side. With teary


    eyes, he held her hand. “Catherine, please don''t marry him. I beg you. As long as you don''t marry him,


    I can do anything for you.”


    Upon hearing that, Catherine frowned. She retracted her hand and said, “If you want me to marry you,


    sure. Finish him off. Right here!”


    Her words left Jonathan stunned. What? What kind of freak is she?


    At this point, murderous intent shed across Frederick''s eyes. He would do anything just for


    Catherine.


    Rising to his feet, Frederick eximed, “Come on, Jonathan! Let''s duke it out! The person who wins


    can marry Catherine, and the loser shall perish!”


    Jonathan sensed Frederick''s killing intent. Thetter''s eyes were red, and he looked like he had slipped


    into madness.


    Jonathan dared not underestimate the man before him. He was well aware that if he made a mistake,


    he would lose his life.


    Meanwhile, Yareth remained silent because he was curious about Jonathan''s ability in handling a


    crisis.


    Mabel didn''t step in either, while Bruce and Catherine trained their gazes on Jonathan''s hands.


    Frederick walked toward the center of the living room, ready for the fight.


    Left with no choice, Jonathan could only walk over.


    The two faced each other, leaving a two-meter distance between them.


    Without a word, Frederick began tounch an attack.


    At that moment, Jonathan said in a low voice, “Hold on!”


    Startled, Frederick froze for a while before taunting, “I''ll spare your life if you beg me for mercy.” In fact,


    he intended to humiliate Jonathan in front of Yareth.


    Jonathan would bebeled a coward if heplied. That way, Yareth would not allow Catherine to


    marry him, and Catherine would look down on Jonathan as well.


    That was the grand n Frederick had in his mind.


    Meanwhile, Jonathan was enraged. He''s unquestionably insane. I''ve never offended him in any way.


    Why is he acting so unreasonably? However, Jonathan had no intention of getting into a fight with


    Frederick. He said solemnly, “I have no doubt about your strength, Frederick. If we really fight, one of


    us would surely end up dying. However, we both have an equal chance of winning. Neither of us can


    confidently im to be the winner.”