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"Tang Yin?" Qian Renxue's brow subtly arched as she gave Xue Ke a meaningful glance, then smiled gently: "Brother will definitely go see."
Xue Ke immediately beamed, twirling around in place, her skirt swaying: "Then Brother Qinghe can't go back on his word!" The sunlight filtered through her flying hair, casting dancing shadows on the ground.
Qian Renxue dotingly ruffled her hair: "Don't worry, when has Brother ever lied to you?"
"That's great! I'm going to tell Mother the good news!" Xue Ke, like a cheerful little bird, ran towards the palace entrance. Just as she reached the doorway, she suddenly turned around and performed a perfect curtsy to Feng Xiao. Feng Xiao nodded slightly, watching her joyful figure disappear at the end of the long corridor.
The two watched Xue Ke's cheerful retreating figure, shaking their heads and chuckling in unison. Once that graceful figure completely disappeared at the end of the long corridor, golden light swirled around Qian Renxue, and she instantly regained her original stunning beauty.
"This Tang Yin…" Qian Renxue's golden eyes narrowed slightly, "He's not simple, is he?"
Feng Xiao took a sip of clear tea, a faint smile playing on his lips: "At Tang Yuehua's Moon Pavilion, a Tang Clan member who can't openly return to the Clear Sky Sect…" He dipped his fingertip in the tea and lightly drew a hammer-shaped pattern on the table, "Who else could it be?"
"Tang San?" Qian Renxue's pupils contracted slightly, then she nodded thoughtfully.
Feng Xiao gently caressed the teacup in his hand. After setting it down, the porcelain clinked against the wooden table with a crisp sound. "Although I don't know how he changed his appearance… it can only be him."
Qian Renxue nodded slightly: "Tang Hao disappeared without a trace for two years after his death." Her gaze drifted out the window, as if penetrating the palace walls to see a certain figure, "Choosing to appear at this time is quite intriguing."
Feng Xiao's fingertips lightly traced the rim of the teacup, a deep glint flashing in his eyes: "All of Tang Hao's Spirit Bones have now become his, plus the talent of twin spirits. He must have some confidence now."
Qian Renxue nodded slightly at the words, her golden hair shimmering in the sunlight. She looked at Feng Xiao with interest: "Speaking of which, when are you planning to add spirit rings to your second Spirit?"
Feng Xiao's lips curled into a meaningful arc, his gaze fixed on the fading twilight outside the window: "When your affairs in Heaven Dou City are settled, and we embark on our journey, that will be the most suitable time."
Over the past two years, although Feng Xiao's spirit power growth seemed slow, he deliberately slowed down his cultivation speed. Following Dugu Bo's advice, he spent most of his time strengthening his foundation, repeatedly refining every bit of his spirit power, and making his zither skills even more perfect. Even so, his cultivation still steadily climbed, increasing by three levels in two years, and he is now a Spirit Saint at level seventy-four.
Such a cultivation speed would be astonishing for an ordinary Spirit Master. One must know that most Spirit Saints often struggle to break through even one level after years of arduous cultivation. But Feng Xiao's breakthroughs were as natural as flowing water—when his spirit power accumulated to perfection, the bottleneck would loosen on its own, as if all of this was the will of heaven.
Qian Renxue's lips curved slightly, a hint of mischief in her eyes: "Leave? Can you really bear to part with your two little girlfriends?"
Over the past two years, Feng Xiao's gentle and imperceptible warmth had already melted the barrier in Qian Renxue's heart. Although she would occasionally tease him, there was no longer any jealousy in her words, and she had already accepted their existence. Sometimes, when they happened to meet, she would even hide and observe from the shadows, and when Feng Xiao was with them, she would even secretly tease him through sound transmission.
Feng Xiao chuckled softly at her words, his laughter like honeyed clear wine, rich with an intoxicating sweetness. His figure shifted slightly, and with a flutter of his robes, he was close by Qian Renxue's side, his long arm wrapping around her slender waist like a swimming dragon. His fingertips lightly traced the gilded patterns on her waist sash, a restrained intimacy in his touch.
"Xue'er…" He leaned in and whispered close to her ear, his warm breath coloring her jade-like earlobe, "By then, why don't we let Sister Lingling and Sister Yan meet their future…" He deliberately paused here, his thin lips almost touching her earlobe, "…sister?"
Qian Renxue felt the warmth from his waist, her golden eyelashes fluttering slightly. She made to swat away his unruly hand: "Suddenly a very intimate sister appears, are you sure they'll accept me? If it gets messed up, I won't be responsible…" Her red lips pursed slightly, and the deliberately drawn-out trailing sound in her voice held a hint of danger, her phoenix eyes glinting slyly as she slanted a look at him.
Feng Xiao took the opportunity to rest his chin on her shoulder, his tall nose brushing against her neck. Turning his head, his thin lips brushed her cheek in a fleeting kiss, his warm breath entwining with the stray hairs around her ear: "That depends on… whether my Xue'er is willing to be… like this with them." His arm suddenly tightened, pulling her closer into his embrace, "…as gentle as you are with me." His deep voice was full of doting affection, yet subtly contained an undeniable possessiveness.
Qian Renxue's lips curved slightly, her eyes flowing with a hint of playful annoyance: "What, in your heart, am I that unapproachable?" Her slender finger lightly tapped Feng Xiao's forehead, a faint golden glow swirling around her fingertip.
Feng Xiao chuckled, his warm palm covering her finger on his forehead: "If Xue'er were truly unreasonable, I'd probably be cut in half by Xue'er's holy sword right now." He deliberately made a splitting motion, but his eyes were full of tenderness.
Qian Renxue hummed softly, her golden hair swaying gently as she tilted her head. Her gaze deepened, and her voice unconsciously lowered: "Seriously… what do you think Tang San is planning, showing up at this critical juncture?" Her fingertips unconsciously traced light lines on Feng Xiao's palm, betraying a hint of solemnity.
Feng Xiao's fingertips gently caressed, his tone full of meaning: "Tang Yuehua deliberately arranged for Tang San to perform at the Moon Pavilion's graduation ceremony; her purpose is very clear." His lips curved into a playful arc, "It allows that boy to get acquainted with the upper-class nobility of Heaven Dou, and also showcases the Clear Sky Sect's new generation's level to various forces. Although Tang Yuehua didn't explicitly say it, the surname Tang already explains the problem."
Qian Renxue's eyes flickered, her golden eyelashes casting a shadow under the candlelight: "You mean the Clear Sky Sect is going to re-emerge in the Spirit Master's world?" Her slender fingers unconsciously caressed.
Feng Xiao gently shook his head, then suddenly leaned closer to Qian Renxue's ear: "Xue'er, why don't you think from another angle?" His warm breath brushed her earlobe, "If you were the Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect, and your Sect had a peerless genius with twin spirits, when would you choose to reveal your strength?"
Qian Renxue's pupils suddenly contracted: "Wait until Tang San achieves the Titled Douluo rank… so now…"
"It is precisely the time to build momentum." Feng Xiao took over, "Using this opportunity, it's a good time to let His Holiness the Supreme Pontiff remove the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, that thorn in his side." His voice gradually grew cold, "Once the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is destroyed, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will have to choose sides. By then, no amount of money will be useful."
Qian Renxue gently turned, resting her delicate profile against Feng Xiao's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, her voice soft as a feather's brush: "Little Feng… ever since I met you, those problems that once troubled me have become simple. You'll make me increasingly dependent on you."
Feng Xiao gently stroked her soft golden hair, his fingertips twirling a few strands: "I promised to always be by your side." His voice was deep and firm, "Making you relaxed and happy is what I should do. Actually… I hope you can spend less effort on these power struggles and schemes."
Feng Xiao's long fingers gently cupped Qian Renxue's delicate chin, his gaze burning as he stared into her eyes, which sparkled like stars: "My Xue'er should be like a true angel…" He deliberately lowered his voice, with a hint of reverence, "…saving us lost mortals, warming the world with your radiance."
Qian Renxue's snow-white cheeks flushed at his words, and she glared at him playfully: "Smooth talker…" She raised her delicate fist and lightly punched Feng Xiao's chest, "If my ancestor knew you were distorting her sacred mission like this, hmph…"
Feng Xiao blinked innocently, but a mischievous smile played on his lips: "I was clearly being perfectly serious…" He suddenly leaned closer to Qian Renxue's ear, lowering his voice: "It's a certain little angel who's thinking of strange things, isn't it?" As he spoke, his warm breath deliberately brushed her sensitive earlobe.
Qian Renxue's cheeks were crimson, and she frantically broke free from Feng Xiao's embrace, her slender hand pressing against his chest: "I'm not fooling around with you anymore…" As she turned, her golden hair traced a graceful arc in the air, "I'll go tell Uncle She to send your texts back to the Hall right now."
Feng Xiao watched her flustered retreating figure, his eyes full of amusement, and suddenly raised his voice: "Remember to send my regards to His Holiness the Supreme Pontiff."
Qian Renxue's steps noticeably paused, her slender back stiffening slightly in the sunlight. She was silent for a moment, and in the end, she didn't refute, merely giving a soft "Mm" before quickening her pace and leaving.
Feng Xiao watched her figure disappear into the distance, his eyes growing increasingly gratified. A gentle breeze brushed past, blowing the stray hairs from his forehead, and also carrying away the meaningful smile from his lips.
It was noon, and Feng Xiao also returned to Heaven Dou Royal Academy. As soon as he stepped into the Heaven Dou Royal Academy's dining hall, a delicate, faint fragrance drifted towards him. He looked up and saw Ye Lingling, dressed in a simple white gown, sitting quietly at their usual table. The meal in front of her was untouched, as if she had been waiting for a long time.
"Have you been waiting long?" Feng Xiao smiled, naturally taking a seat opposite her. Sunlight filtered through the stained-glass window, casting fragmented halos on her silver hair.
Ye Lingling slowly raised her eyelids, her ice-blue eyes like a deep pool with faint ripples. Her slender fingers lightly smoothed her sleeve, then she took out a gold-embossed invitation, her fingertips pausing slightly on the gilded pattern: "This is from Lady Yuehua, she asked me to hand it to you." Her voice was clear and cold like snow, yet carried a hint of hesitation, "She specifically asked that you attend the Moon Pavilion's graduation ceremony."
As Feng Xiao took the invitation, his fingertips accidentally brushed her cool knuckles: "Coincidentally, when I returned from the Eastern Palace just now, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince also mentioned this." A faint smile played on his lips, and his thumb rubbed the intricate cloud patterns on the invitation.
A faint scent of sandalwood drifted from the paper, intertwining with Ye Lingling's unique cool fragrance in the sunlight. She gazed at Feng Xiao's fingers toying with the invitation, a hint of worry crossing her brow. She had a good friendship with Tang Yuehua, and she knew "Tang Yin's" true identity better than anyone, and understood the deeper meaning hidden behind this gilded invitation.
"Little Feng…" She hesitated, her ice-blue pupils reflecting his nonchalant profile. Sunlight filtered through the stained-glass window, casting mottled shadows on the table between them, like the subtle atmosphere at that moment.
Ye Lingling's slender fingers unconsciously twisted her sleeve, her ice-blue eyes filled with worry: "Little Feng…" Her voice was as soft as falling snowflakes, "How about… we politely decline Lady Yuehua's invitation?"
She raised her eyelids, her gaze flowing like water over Feng Xiao's face: "Although I don't know the truth about Tang Hao's death, Lady Yuehua believes it was the Spirit Hall's doing." She bit her lower lip, her voice growing even softer, "I don't want you to get involved in their grievances… If the Spirit Hall truly intends to act, they won't give you a chance to explain."
A warmth welled up in Feng Xiao's heart, and he reached out to gently cover her cool hand: "Sister Lingling…" The warmth from his fingertips made Ye Lingling tremble slightly, "Do you remember the promise I made to you and Sister Yan? When the time is right, everything will become clear." His gaze was gentle and firm, "For now… please allow me to keep it a secret."
Ye Lingling's eyes flickered, gazing at Feng Xiao's smiling brows and eyes, and suddenly, she seemed to understand something. Her lips unconsciously curved upward: "As long as you have a sense of propriety." Her tone held a hint of playful reproach, yet couldn't conceal her trust.
It was then that she belatedly realized her hand was still being held by Feng Xiao, and the burning warmth seemed to spread all the way to her cheeks. The moment she hastily pulled her hand away, even her earlobes turned crimson.
"The food will get cold…" She lowered her head to hide her flushed face, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz. Her long eyelashes cast delicate shadows in the sunlight, like her slightly flustered emotions at that moment.
Feng Xiao gazed at Ye Lingling's pink earlobes, a mischievous glint flashing in his eyes. Not only did he not let go, but he intensified his hold, slowly intertwining his long fingers with hers. The moment their fingers interlocked, he distinctly felt her fingertips tremble slightly.
"Let… let go…" Ye Lingling frantically tried to pull her hand away, but Feng Xiao deliberately tightened his grip. She glared up at him indignantly, but when her gaze met his starry eyes, which held a teasing smile, her assertiveness immediately weakened by three points, and even her voice softened: "Stop… stop messing around… Little Feng."
Feng Xiao blinked innocently, but his thumb was ambiguously circling her soft palm: "Aren't I just seriously warming Sister Lingling's hand?" His tone was so sincere it was as if he were genuinely doing something proper.
"You!" Ye Lingling was so exasperated by his twisting of facts that her eyes reddened slightly, and her ice-blue eyes shimmered with watery light: "If you keep this up, I'll tell Sister Yan…" She bit her lower lip, her voice growing softer and softer: "That you… bullied me…"
Feng Xiao, upon hearing this, leaned in even closer, and suddenly reached out to lightly pinch her hot earlobe, his thumb ambiguously rubbing the soft tip of her ear: "If Sister Yan knew…"
He lowered his voice, with a hint of seduction: "She might even blame me for not inviting her to join in?"
"Little Feng!" Ye Lingling gasped, her whole body turning red like a cooked shrimp. She frantically looked around, afraid of being seen by passing students in this embarrassing scene.
Feng Xiao knew when to stop, and finally released his hold. Ye Lingling, now free, immediately glared at him with a red face. Her shy and angry expression, far from being intimidating, made her appear exceptionally delicate and charming. She puffed out her cheeks, tidying her disheveled sleeves, unaware that this look only made one want to tease her more.