1999 He's a Bushy Beard!

Duan Yue nearly bolted up from his chair when he heard this. He grasped his mother's hand desperately and argued, "Mom, don't randomly start matchmaking for your son! With my age, your son can only be considered a baby in this Ultramarine Province!"

Noble Consort Duan nearly burst into laughter, and she swatted the back of her son's head. "Nonsense!"

"Mom, your son's every sentence is true. Look at Eldest Brother. He's almost 40, yet he still hasn't married or had children. Why the rush?"

"But your eldest brother already has a fiancée. How about you?" Noble Consort Duan asked gently, "Ah-Yue, tell Mom. Do you… have someone you like?"

"What do you mean!" Duan Yue tucked a strand of hair behind his ear and held his mom's hands, saying, "Mom, if I do have someone I like, how would I not tell you."

"A son escapes his mother's supervision once he grows up. Don't keep saying these things to trick me! I have a feeling that my son has someone he likes."

Duan Yue's smile turned a bit stiff before blossoming into a wide grin. "Mom, really! Ah, that's right, I came over to bring you Eldest Brother, Second Brother, and Third Brother's presents."

"They brought over a lot of nourishing tonics." Duan Yue spoke quietly into his mother's ear, "I have already inspected each of them. They are rather good medicinal materials that Mom can consume. Later, have an imperial physician come over and prescribe Mom some recipes that you can use in conjunction with your diet."

"You impish brat." Noble Consort Duan smiled with closed lips, and she patted her son's forehead. "Think over what Mom discussed with you when you go back, got it? Son, marriage should happen as soon as possible! Mom can also get a grandson sooner."

Duan Yue looked exasperatedly at the ceiling. "Mom! Like I said, the normal life expectancy in the Ultramarine Province is more than 200 years. Your son is only 20! I'll only be 21 after the new year! Is there any need for the urgency?"

"That's right." Noble Consort Duan sighed in melancholy. "People like you who embark on the path of cultivation have a life span of more than a hundred years at least. But Mom is only a normal person. Mom is worried that in this lifetime…"

"Mom! Rest assured. There are many pills and elixirs in this world that can lengthen people's life spans. Besides, I have a friend who is an extraordinarily outstanding pill alchemist. Don't worry, the next time we meet, I'll ask for some pills that can lengthen one's life span. I guarantee that Mom will be free from illness and live for two or three hundred years!"

Noble Consort Duan couldn't help rolling her eyes at his glib tongue. "Friend? What friend? Is it a girl?"

Duan Yue twitched his mouth and hastily shook his head. "No, it's a man. A bushy beard!"

Noble Consort Duan looked at him in exasperation. "So useless! Look at you, my son. You're young and talented, with such handsome looks. How come you haven't gotten yourself a wife yet in these past 20 years?"

Duan Yue simply wanted to flee out of there.

Whenever his mother got to this topic, it was like she had gotten hit with a repetition talisman. She would go nonstop about getting a daughter-in-law!

It was so difficult to divert her attention elsewhere!

"Son, have you finished packing your luggage for tomorrow's trip to the imperial ancestral temple?"

"Mom, what luggage do I need to pack? Everything I need I have in my inner world."

"Oh, that's right. My son is a very impressive grand mystic cultivator."

Duan Yue couldn't help but feel helpless. His mother was only an ordinary woman. After failing to trigger her mystic meridians, she had never come into contact with the path of cultivation.