Chapter 94: Unparalleled, Follow Me

  "Guest?" Ling Wu's eyes followed Ling Hua's excitedly flushed face to his trembling legs, raising an eyebrow in surprise.

  What kind of guest is it that you're so excited about?

  Ling Wu Shuang walked slowly to the reception hall, when the outer three layers and inner three layers of the gate were surrounded by a group of four major family disciples, who were in an uproar. The crowd was whispering among themselves, their faces excitedly flushed, not much different from Ling Hua's. The atmosphere around them was also eerie.

  "What's going on?" Ling Wu Shuang looked around at the people nearby with a puzzled expression.

  Everyone saw Ling Wusuo and hurriedly made way for her.

  Ling Wushuang nodded almost imperceptibly and walked into the reception hall, where he saw a man sitting in the main chair at the far end, wearing a black robe with golden silk trim and a black stripe on his forehead.

  Ling Wushuang turned sideways to look at Ling Hua beside him, "Is this the noble guest you spoke of?"

  Ling Hua's whole body shook, this one is not expensive enough, who else is more expensive?

  Ling Wushuang helplessly pursed her red lips and slammed the large hall doors shut with a loud bang, making a huge commotion.

  Lou Junyan put down the teacup in his hand, and his slender fingers, like jade, lightly tapped on the red lacquer tea tray. He raised his eyes to look at the white-clothed girl walking towards him with slow steps, his thin red lips slightly curled up, and his dark red eyes locked onto that delicate figure without any concealment.

  "Bang Bang——"

  The gate was closed, and the four major family disciples rushed up instantly. You pushed me to squeeze at the door seam, and I looked in with a squinting eye.

  "Is this man really that great God?" Someone still couldn't believe it, getting so excited that their saliva was almost dripping out.

  Ling Hua patted his chest and said, "Of course, I saw it with my own eyes at the imperial palace banquet that time." After finishing speaking, he gestured with two fingers and poked at his eyes, "If I'm lying, I'll dig out my eyeballs and give them to you as a trample."

  Someone snickered, "I've heard that the Ling family has a supreme god behind their back, and it's really true! Haha, I finally saw him today, although it was just a glimpse from afar!"

  Upon hearing this, a disciple next to him immediately rolled his eyes and slapped the man on the head, scolding in a low voice: "Idiot, it's now our four families!"

  "Oh yeah! Haha haha haha!" The man grabbed his head and laughed wildly.

  "By the way, what's the relationship between that divine person and Musou-san?" Someone was stuck to the door like an octopus, very curious.

  Ling Hua was also half-understanding, stroking his chin and shaking his head, then nodding, "I don't know, but that man said, Miss Wú Shuāng is his."

  "Ah!" Someone immediately cried with a sad face, "What about others, don't they have a chance?"

  "Can't you shut up?" Immediately, someone kicked the person who said this in the butt, kicking him down from the door. The person then climbed up, not looking back, and snarled: "You're fighting with that man for a person, have you forgotten what happened to the royal family?"

  "Right, the Southern Palace's Qing was a high-ranking saint, yet he was swatted away by that man like a fly. Who would dare to try and take Miss Wú Shuāng? Are they tired of living?" Some people nodded in agreement.

  "Get out of the way, let me see."

  "Get out of the way, I haven't seen it yet, can't see a thing!"

  ……

  At the entrance of the hall, people were making a fuss like thieves, squeezing in through the door crack, and almost fighting.

  "What's everyone crowding here for? There's no training today!"

  A stern rebuke from behind made everyone's hearts skip a beat, and like a group of ants, they fell down layer by layer from the gate, each one standing still with their bodies straight, looking at the clan leader Ling Qingtian in front of them.

  "What are you all staring at?" Old Master Ling's whiskers twitched, he glanced at the tightly closed door of the main hall, and his eyes had a hint of anger.

  Ling Hua shook himself and stepped forward with a stiff upper lip, smiling: "Tribe leader, it's that divine being who has arrived."

  "What?" Old Master Ling's eyes lit up instantly, and he took a step forward before stopping again. He clenched his fist, cleared his throat, and bellowed at the crowd: "What are you all staring at? Hurry up and go to the training grounds!"

  "Yes!"

  After everyone responded in unison, they retreated with great regret, their eyes fixed on the gate with a reluctant gaze.

  Old Man Ling stroked his whiskers and hummed a couple of times, looked around, then suddenly darted to the gate and actually squeezed himself into the gap between the doors with a happy smile.

  Ling Moqiu, following behind Old Man Ling, raised his hand, lowered his head, covered his forehead, and instantly had a face full of black lines.

  Ling Wushuang walked to Lou Junyan's side and was about to sit down when he was suddenly pulled into his arms.

  Jian Nu and Yun Chen exchanged a glance, then stood silently side by side like two wooden stakes, their eyes fixed straight ahead.

  "What's this, you're not climbing over the wall this time?" Ling Wushuang gave Lou Junyan a glance.

  Lou Junyan hugged the woman in his arms, his thin lips slightly hooked, and his low, husky laughter was as intoxicating as a rich wine. "Wu Shuang, come with me."

  Ling Wushuang's eyebrows slightly furrowed, and she involuntarily straightened up, raising her eyes to meet Lou Xuan's dark red gaze. He was about to leave.

  Ling Wushuang pursed her lips, thinking for a moment, and replied: "Jun Yan, I still have many things to do, and besides, I don't feel at ease..."

  She can't leave at this time.

  Lou Junyan raised an eyebrow, seemingly expecting it, then chuckled hoarsely and said coldly: "Although I don't find it convenient to intervene in the affairs of this region, however, my woman cannot be wronged!"

  In the overbearing tone, a faint hint of pampering can be heard.

  Ling Wushuang was taken aback for a moment, and then his heart warmed up. This time, he came to the Ling family with great fanfare, even revealing his identity, just to tell the world that if they wanted to move against the Ling family, they had to weigh their own strength first.

  He's afraid that if he really leaves, she'll be in danger.

  Thinking of this, Ling Wushuang raised her hands and wrapped them around Lou Junyan's sturdy waist, her small face also pressed against his, her red lips subtly curled up, it was great.

  The Cloud Minister sneered beside him. Their king and queen, how could they be bullied by a small temple? If not for the agreement, he would have made his move long ago.

  Ling Wushuang's mouth was curved with a faint smile, comfortably nestled in Lou Junyan's broad embrace. Suddenly remembering something, she lifted her head and looked at him, asking: "Do you know what the Divine Origin Qi is? What exactly is it?"

  "Divine Origin's Qi?" Lou Junyan's cold eyebrows slightly raised, the dark red pupils containing a hint of smile, "When you want to break through the Divine Stage, I can give you as much as you want, even if it's easy to break through on this continent."

  Ling Wushuang's mouth twitched slightly, and he thought to himself, "Why must it be like this? It's really true that some people are just more infuriating than others."

  Lou Junyan's hand was wrapped around her slender waist, his body leaning back against the chair behind him. "However," he continued, "your current strength is not enough to benefit from absorbing the divine origin energy. Cultivation can't be rushed, don't be impatient."

  Ling Wushuang nodded, this she naturally knew.

  "In fact, the life force of Senri Sentou within your body, if you have enough strength to develop it, is fundamentally incomparable to the power of the Divine Source." Lou Junyan added indifferently, "The power of Senri Sentou that you can currently use is only one ten-thousandth of its total power."

  Ling Wushuang was shocked, how could it be so fierce? No wonder even the top powers in the realm had been eyeing it covetously.

  "Your Highness"

  Ling Wushuang's lips moved slightly, just as she was about to speak, several hoarse voices came from beside her ear.

  "Long live the king!"

  Several illusory silhouettes of old men suddenly appeared in mid-air in the hall, their bodies transparent and ethereal like spirits. Ling Wu Shuang was taken aback for a moment before reacting, realizing that these people were not their true selves, but rather projections or split incarnations, just like the white-haired qin player from that day. Yet, it was this aura alone that made one feel unfathomably deep.

  "As soon as several old men appeared and saw that their lord was holding a white-clothed girl in his arms, they were shocked into speechlessness."

  Lou Junyan's arm tightened around Ling Wusuo's waist, his entire body's aura suddenly turned cold and stern, his eyebrows furrowed, and he spat out a single word, "Speak".

  Several elderly people exchanged a glance, and then one of them respectfully replied: "Bai Fa Qinzhi brought back news from the Lord in Xingchen Continent. The people of Tianyin Valley and Wanli Luoyuan have been acting abnormally frequently over the past few days, and even dispatched a large number of envoys to the lower realm."

  Several elderly men exchanged a glance and secretly sized up the white-clad girl in Lou Junyan's arms. Could it be that he had lingered on the Star Continent for so long, all because of this woman?

  "If they were to discover your whereabouts, it would be troublesome. The White Deer King and the Valley Master of Tianyin Valley might both come after you." The old man's voice was filled with a dense killing intent.

  Lou Jun's eyebrows moved slightly, and he asked in a cold voice: "What movements are there in Fenghuang City and Panlong Ridge?"

  Another elder replied, "The people of Panlong Ridge and Fenghuang City have not made any moves. However, according to the reports, they seem to have also sent people down to the Xingchen Continent and the Endless Blood Sea. If nothing unexpected happens, they should still be searching for those few things."

  Ling Wushuang's clear eyes darkened, and among these few things in his mouth, it should be the Hongmeng Seven Treasures.

  "When will you return, sir?" The old men seemed somewhat anxious and had a hint of urging.

  Lou Junyan's dark red eyes suddenly turned cold, and several old men instantly fell silent, opening their mouths but not daring to say another word.

  Ling Wushuang felt the temperature around him drop drastically, his mouth twitched, and he really wanted to reach out and rub Lou Junyan's cold and handsome face. In the end, however, he only secretly stretched out his hand, pinched Lou Junyan's chest, and then secretly gritted his teeth - this person was made of ice, so hard.

  Lou Junyan's eyebrows furrowed, and he looked down at the person in his arms with a hint of a smile. Ling Wusuo blinked his dense, curly eyelashes twice, and gazed up at him with an innocent expression, his big eyes blinking rapidly. The mischievous look on his face made Lou Junyan burst out laughing, and his cold, handsome features softened slightly.

  This scene made several old men stare with wide eyes, their gaze secretly scanning back and forth between the two of them. Their lord, has he changed his nature?

  Lou Jun's eyes flickered slightly as he gazed at the few illusory shadows in mid-air, his voice cold and detached: "When you return, I will have my own plans."

  "Yes!" Several elderly people chimed in unison, with a hint of reverence.

  Lou Junyan's face was slightly cold, and he nodded almost imperceptibly. The sleeve of his black robe with golden threads lifted and swayed, and the several illusory shadows in front of him dispersed with the wind. In an instant, they vanished without a trace.