Chapter 112: Junior Lei Qing Pays Respects to Senior Leng

Xiahou Huan and Qin Wei, aside from being shocked, looked at each other in dismay.

They had already considered the possibility that Li Qianlong might invite the only Holy Rank elder of the family, Divine Hand Li Yi.

In that case, everyone was prepared to get a severe scolding.

Fortunately, this was the headquarters of the Iron Cavalry Regiment; even if that Li Yi was very domineering, he ultimately wouldn’t dare to act recklessly here.

But they never dreamed that Li Qianlong had actually invited the Palace Master of the Moon Cold Palace, the Ice Sword Saint Leng Yuewu, to come and bolster their display of power.

This truly made their jaws drop.

A Holy Rank powerhouse was not like cabbage on the roadside that you could just pick up casually.

Every Holy Rank powerhouse was famous and illustrious, the kind of figure who could shake the ground with a single stomp.

Even among the eighteen major forces of the Free Alliance, only the higher-ranked ones had Holy Rank powerhouses overseeing them.

In fact, any force with a Gold-rank powerhouse overseeing it would at least dominate a region.

The reason the Iron Cavalry Regiment had risen so fast, with its fame and influence growing day by day, was that both the Regiment Commander and the Vice Regiment Commander were Gold-rank powerhouses.

This was why they were able to gather a group of Silver-rank and Bronze-rank powerhouses to join and serve them.

And Leng Yuewu was not only a powerful Holy Rank powerhouse, but also the Palace Master of the Moon Cold Palace, a Fighting Qi Holy Land with an ancient heritage; her reputation was immense, and her status was lofty.

To be able to sit on equal footing with the Golden Abacus Li Qianlong was already showing him respect, giving him great face.

But Li Qianlong had actually managed to invite her to come and welcome the young lady of the Li Family?

In Xiahou Huan’s eyes, this was simply incredible.

In fact, even if the Master of the Eternal Life Palace had come, he wouldn’t have been this shocked.

After all, Li Qianlong had an excellent relationship with the Eternal Life Palace.

For a moment, Xiahou Huan and Qin Wei both looked grave and began to speculate about what move Li Qianlong was playing.

Was it a demonstration of power? Showing off his muscle? Or did he have other plans?

In any case, Leng Yuewu was a big shot, a figure who could influence the landscape between various forces.

Regardless of whether her purpose in coming to Tieling was truly to protect Li Baobao or something else, they could not afford to slight her.

With some big shots, sucking up to them might not necessarily bring benefits.

But if you offended them, it would definitely bring great harm.

Especially since the Ice Sword Saint was incredibly charming, with countless admirers across the Pan-Continent.

If she, the elder, just opened her mouth to say she found someone displeasing to the eye, that alone could bring enormous trouble.

To curry favor with her, those admirers would certainly take drastic actions.

The two brothers-in-law glanced at each other, both seeing the other’s thoughts.

In fact, the Little Spear Saint Qin Wei was even more turbulent inside at this moment.

Actually, many people didn’t know that he was also one of Leng Yuewu’s most loyal admirers.

In his youth, he had gone up to the Moon Cold Palace with his Master, the Spear Saint, to pay respects to the previous old Palace Master; it was then that he met Leng Yuewu.

It was just that, at that time, Leng Yuewu was not yet a Holy Rank, nor the Palace Master.

But her reputation was already very illustrious; at a young age, she already had Gold-rank cultivation, famous throughout the world, called the Ice Fairy by busybodies.

That Ice Fairy had a cool and ethereal temperament, like light clouds and a gentle breeze, appearing otherworldly like a fairy from the nine heavens.

That goddess-like aura made one instantly feel ashamed of one’s own inferiority; one only dared to admire from afar and not approach with disrespect.

At that time, Qin Wei, though he considered himself young, handsome, and highly cultivated, only dared to watch her practice her sword from a distance.

The Spear Saint and the old Palace Master had exchanged pointers for over half a year; he had watched Leng Yuewu practice her sword for half a year, yet couldn’t even summon the courage to strike up a conversation.

He felt that even fantasizing about her was a kind of blasphemy against such a beautiful fairy.

He also began to think, like others, that Leng Yuewu was a fairy reincarnated, devoted only to the way of the sword and Fighting Qi cultivation.

Being able to watch her practice sword from afar for half a year was already a glory others had never experienced.

After leaving the Moon Cold Palace, Qin Wei also collected all sorts of stories about Leng Yuewu everywhere, caring deeply.

He even followed in her footsteps, visiting many places she had been, silently paying attention to everything about her.

The reason Qin Wei had not yet married or had children was not necessarily unrelated to Leng Yuewu.

Of course, there were countless people like Qin Wei across the Pan-Continent who silently admired Leng Yuewu.

If people found out that Lei Qing had slept with the goddess in their hearts.

No, to be precise, the goddess in their hearts had slept with Lei Qing.

Then, Lei Qing’s hate value would definitely skyrocket to the nine heavens; no matter where he went, people would form groups to hack him to death.

“President Yang, Brother Yang. Your President Li truly has great abilities, actually inviting the Ice Sword Saint Fairy Leng to assist; our Iron Cavalry Regiment concedes.”

Xiahou Huan put on a fawning smile: “May I ask if the Fairy is free now? We have admired the great name of Palace Master Leng for a long time; I wonder if we have the honor of paying a visit to her?”

Although Leng Yuewu was younger than Xiahou Huan.

But whether in terms of strength or status, Xiahou Huan was far inferior by several levels.

The term “elder” was merely a respectful title.

“Easy, easy.”

Yang Jintian smiled even more like a Maitreya Buddha, putting on a loyal appearance as he sent Li Baobao inside.

He then casually invited: “Everyone, please go into the living room and rest for a while; I will deliver the young lady to her room and then go invite Fairy Leng.

However, I cannot guarantee whether she will agree to see you all.”

“Of course, of course; please put in a few good words for us, Brother Yang.”

Xiahou Huan didn’t care about face or anything like that at this moment; if there was a chance to curry favor with Leng Yuewu, that would be excellent.

If Xiahou Huan knew that Leng Yuewu had spent the entire night last night at his own residence, engaging in intimate acts with his eldest nephew, he would probably be scared to death on the spot, vomiting blood.

“Uncle Yang, I’m not tired either; let’s wait in the living room for Fairy Leng together.”

Hearing that it was Leng Yuewu who came to protect her return, Li Baobao was surprised, but then thought of Lei Qing.

It seemed that Lei Qing quite admired the Ice Sword Saint; she had heard him mention it unintentionally at Fierce Tiger Ridge last time.

She hadn’t thought that anything would happen between Leng Yuewu and Lei Qing.

After all, the two were far apart in age, identity, status, seniority, and strength.

At most, she guessed that Lei Qing was just a brainless fan; letting him see her would fulfill a wish.

Li Baobao, afraid that Fairy Leng might not come, proceeded to pressure Yang Jintian.

Yang Jintian was slightly stunned, but then chuckled: “Since that is the case, and as the young miss is the young master of the Commerce Guild, let us consider it fulfilling the duties of a host to entertain the gentlemen of the Iron Cavalry Regiment here; I will be right back.

Attendants, serve tea to the distinguished guests.”

In an elegantly decorated large living room, everyone took their seats according to status.

Servants came forward to pour tea and water, bringing many fresh seasonal fruits.

Many of these fruits only grew in the south, where there was abundant rain and a warm climate.

Transported here, they were still fresh.

Clearly, precious Spatial Rings had been used to achieve this.

Zuo Qianqian was, after all, a young girl; she looked on greedily, but was too embarrassed to take any.

Lei Qing saw this, took a bunch of fresh lychees, and gave half to Zuo Qianqian: “Lychees, I love them the most.

Qianqian, your mountain village doesn’t have these; try one.”

“Thank you, Brother Lei.”

Zuo Qianqian happily mimicked Lei Qing, peeling and eating: “It’s really delicious, so sweet.”

“Qianqian, this is from our Commerce Guild; if you want to eat, just eat. Why thank this bandit leader?”

Li Baobao glanced at Lei Qing in annoyance. Why does Qianqian have some, but I don’t?

Besides, last night she was furious to death by Lei Qing’s evasiveness and feigned ignorance.

She hadn’t slept well all night, waiting for him to come apologize.

Unexpectedly, that guy didn’t show up all night, and today she was leaving?

Also, although he looked spirited, his eyes seemed somewhat tired.

What did he do last night? Did he go out to be a flower-plucking bandit?

One had to admit that Li Baobao’s intuition was sometimes quite accurate.

However, he didn’t go out to be a flower-plucking bandit?

Instead, he himself was the flower that got plucked.

“Che, I treated you to good food and drink for two months, and you grumble about eating some fruit from your house?”

Lei Qing rolled his eyes in annoyance, grabbed a few oranges and started eating, calling out: “Uncle Xiahou, Regiment Commander Qin, everyone eat, don’t be polite.

The Li Family has a big business; eating some of their fruit won’t bankrupt them.”

“You young people eat; haha, I’ll just have tea.”

Xiahou Huan watched the two bickering and laughed even more cunningly.

He thought to himself that his eldest nephew really had skills; if he could secure the daughter of the Li Clan, best if he got her into bed and cooked the raw rice into cooked rice.

Then that nephew would have hit the jackpot, and he, as the uncle, could bask in the glory.

Qin Wei, however, looked restless; let alone eating fruit, he couldn’t even hold his teacup steadily.

Where was the composed demeanor of the Little Spear Saint?

He hadn’t seen Fairy Leng for many years; he heard her temperament had become even more otherworldly, like a fairy.

He wondered if she still remembered him?

Being able to gaze upon Fairy Leng from close range again was simply… too blissful…

What should he say to her? Pleasantries? Or be attentive?

No, no, being too attentive might be abrupt and offend the Fairy.

Looking at Lei Qing’s sloppy appearance, sitting without proper posture, and liking to bicker with girls, Qin Wei found him more and more displeasing to the eye.

If possible, he really wanted to kick this brat out.

Lest Fairy Leng arrive later and he speak without thinking, spouting foul language that blasphemed the beauty.

The more he thought, the more restless Qin Wei became.

Not long after, Yang Jintian entered the hall with a solemn expression, leading a woman wearing a long white dress, with a temperament cold as ice, ethereal as a fairy, and a veil covering her face.

Xiahou Huan and Qin Wei hurriedly stood up and bowed: “Xiahou Huan and Qin Wei of the Iron Cavalry Regiment pay respects to Palace Master Leng.”

“No need for excessive courtesy.”

Leng Yuewu nodded faintly, then turned her attention to Li Baobao and Zuo Qianqian.

The two girls naturally paid their respects as well.

Finally, Lei Dong slowly stood up and similarly performed a salute: “Junior Lei Qing pays respects to Senior Leng.”

The words “Senior Leng” were spoken with great emphasis.

This caused Leng Yuewu’s delicate body to tremble slightly.

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