9: Goodbye, Leng Qingshuang!

Lu Yu keenly sensed that although the other party's attitude was still cold, there didn't seem to be as strong a resistance as he had expected?

He drove the Flying Boat to follow Luo Qingxue, and Lin Wanqiu whispered, "Revered Master, this Fairy sister is so beautiful, but she doesn't seem to like talking much?"

"Experts are all like that."

Lu Yu replied casually.

Passing through the mountain gate, the scene before him suddenly opened up; islands were scattered like stars, rainbow bridges spanned across, and jade buildings were hidden amidst spiritual mist and water light, with Cultivators coming and going in the air in an orderly fashion.

A rich aura of water Spiritual Qi rushed toward him, making the extreme yang Blazing Sun Spiritual Power within Lu Yu's body stir slightly, creating a subtle sensation of water and fire clashing.

Luo Qingxue led them to a quiet guest courtyard by the water.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, please rest here for the time being. The Sect's internal affairs are complicated, so it's inconvenient for me to stay long. I appreciate Senior Yun's kindness, but..."

She paused, seemingly weighing her words.

"The matter regarding Tang Wu involves many things. Since Fellow Daoist Lu has just arrived, it's better not to get involved easily."

This sounded like a polite discouragement, but Lu Yu heard a trace of imperceptible fatigue and hidden acquiescence in her flat tone?

If she truly didn't want him to interfere, she could have just flatly refused or not mentioned the matter at all.

"Fairy, rest assured, I know the weight of the matter."

Lu Yu smiled.

"Since I'm already here, I should at least understand the situation. If Fairy has time, you might as well tell me about Tang Wu. Perhaps a bystander can see something different."

Luo Qingxue glanced at him, her ice-blue eyes flickering. This Divine Son Lu didn't seem like those arrogant playboys; he spoke and acted with propriety.

She was silent for a moment before saying briefly.

"Tang Wu, the grandson of the Grand Elder, is at the Nascent Soul Perfection stage. He uses the Sect's old precedents to harass me. The Grand Elder's power within the Sect is deeply rooted, and Revered Master..."

When she mentioned Leng Qingshuang, her tone stalled almost imperceptibly.

"Revered Master has recently needed to focus on recuperating and shouldn't be distracted too much."

This statement contained a lot of information. Lu Yu heard Luo Qingxue's concern for her Revered Master's situation, as well as the leeway left in her words; she hadn't flatly refused his attempt to understand.

"So that's how it is."

Lu Yu nodded and didn't ask further.

"Fairy, please put your mind at ease. There's always a solution to everything."

Luo Qingxue nodded slightly, said no more, and turned into a streak of light to depart.

Lu Yu stood in the courtyard, looking at the pool of clear water, his thoughts turning. Luo Qingxue's attitude was quite interesting; it seemed this trip to the Region might not be all trouble.

Just after settling Lin Wanqiu, a female Disciple came to deliver a message: the Holy Lord invited Lu Yu to Tingtao Pavilion.

What was meant to come finally arrived.

Tingtao Pavilion was located at the peak of the highest mountain, appearing as if carved entirely from cold jade. Clouds billowed below, sounding like thunder.

As Lu Yu stepped into the pavilion, a cool and faint fragrance lingered around his nose.

Leng Qingshuang stood with her back to him by the window, looking out at the endless sea of clouds. Even just her back exuded the majesty of someone long in power and an indescribably complex aura.

She slowly turned around.

Their eyes met.

It was still that exquisite yet pale face. The chaotic crimson eyes from the Yin-Yang Inversion Mountain had returned to being deep, cold pools, but at this moment, there seemed to be some subtle ripples in the depths of those cold pools that Lu Yu couldn't understand.

There was no expected icy anger or deliberate distance; it was a complex calm, as if she were scrutinizing or confirming something.

"You've come."

She spoke, her voice cold and devoid of emotion.

"Junior Lu Yu greets the Holy Lord."

Lu Yu bowed with a respectful posture. He knew that when he first entered the Sect and Leng Qingshuang's Divine Sense swept over him, she already knew he was here.

Leng Qingshuang's gaze fell upon him, lingering for a moment, especially when she sensed the pure and masculine aura within him that faintly contended with the surrounding water Spiritual Qi.

His cultivation had improved quite a bit, and his Physique seemed even more extraordinary.

Meng Li had indeed found a good talent.

Thinking of Yun Mengli, the slight annoyance and embarrassment Leng Qingshuang felt due to the Secret Realm incident couldn't help but fade a little, turning into a trace of helplessness.

That friend of hers always acted so unexpectedly, setting an engagement early and now sending this boy over. Was she betting that she wouldn't be able to do anything to him?

"Did Sister Yun send you?"

She asked, her tone not showing any awkwardness with the title "Sister," but rather sounding quite natural.

"Yes."

Lu Yu heard the change in her form of address, and his heart relaxed slightly.

"My Revered Master ordered me to come and pay my respects to the Holy Lord and Fairy Luo."

Leng Qingshuang gave a soft hum and walked over to sit on the jade couch. Her posture lost some of the absolute majesty of a Holy Lord and gained a bit of an imperceptible casualness, perhaps due to the relationship with Yun Mengli.

"Sit."

She pointed to the seat beside her.

Lu Yu sat down as told, his heart pounding a little. This atmosphere didn't seem like the serious interrogation he had expected?

"Do you know about Qingxue's matter?"

Leng Qingshuang asked directly.

"I know a thing or two."

"Behind Tang Wu, there's more than just a Grand Elder."

Leng Qingshuang's tone was flat, yet she dropped a bombshell.

"It involves some outside forces. I have recently needed to deal with some old ailments, so it's temporarily inconvenient to completely fall out with them."

She didn't say it explicitly, but Lu Yu understood instantly. Outside forces?

It was likely the Demon Realm, and the old ailments probably referred to the uncleared poison injury.

"Junior understands."

Lu Yu nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke.

"If there is anything I can do to assist with the Holy Lord's well-being..."

He knew his Haoyang Power had a restraining effect on the poison injury in her body.

Leng Qingshuang raised her eyelids and looked at him deeply. Emotions surged in that gaze—shame, embarrassment, a trace of slight anger from having her secrets touched—but ultimately, it all turned into a complex helplessness.

She knew what Lu Yu was referring to.

The incident in the Secret Realm was an accident, a necessity, but the contact and relief were real.

She loathed that feeling of being out of control, yet she had to admit that the boy before her might truly be the key to solving the trouble in her body, especially since his Physique seemed to have improved again.

"There's no need for now."

She looked away, her tone returning to flat, though the tips of her ears turned slightly red, almost imperceptibly.

"Since you've come, stay in the Sect. You can handle the matter with Qingxue as you see fit, just don't make too much of a scene."

This was almost equivalent to acquiescing to Lu Yu's intervention in Luo Qingxue's affairs as her fiancé, even giving him a certain degree of freedom of action.

Lu Yu's heart settled, and he quickly agreed.

Coming out of Tingtao Pavilion, Lu Yu felt like he had fought an invisible battle; his back was slightly damp with sweat, but the result seemed quite good?

Leng Qingshuang's attitude was much gentler than he had expected. It seemed that his Revered Master's sisterly relationship and his status as the Tianyan Immortal Sect Divine Son played a key role.

Of course, there was also that inexplicable Destiny and Karma.

Returning to the guest courtyard, Lin Wanqiu was already waiting somewhat anxiously.

Lu Yu comforted her with a few words and began to plan his next move.

Tang Wu, the Demon Realm... he had to find a way to catch him by the tail.