14: Different thoughts

Following the report from a Family Disciple, the news of Feng Yuyan's arrival instantly spread throughout the entire Ling Family Residence.

Soon, Ling Buyi, Ling Zhan, and a group of Family Elders also received the news and rushed to the Family reception hall.

At the same time, Ling Feng, who was in his own courtyard, naturally also received this news. He curled his lips into a slight, cold smile and muttered in a low voice:

“So, they’ve finally arrived?”

“What a pity, you all still came too late. If it had been a few days earlier, your scheme might have actually succeeded.”

“But now, hehe…”

“Ling Xuan.”

Ling Feng casually called out, and instantly, a black figure appeared directly in front of Ling Feng, respectfully cupping his hands and saying:

“Family Head.”

“You go make the arrangements. Everything will proceed according to plan.”

“Oh, and while you’re at it, go notify the twelve specially Cultivated Disciples to quickly get ready and gather at the Family reception hall.”

“Yes, Family Head.”

After Ling Xuan responded, he turned around, and his figure instantly vanished without a trace.

Seeing this, Ling Feng couldn't help but think to himself:

“The wind is rising.”

He then got up and went outside, walking directly towards the Family reception hall… Inside the Ling Family reception hall.

Feng Yuyan was seated under the guidance of a Ling Family Disciple. Her extremely luxurious skirt showcased her perfect figure, complemented by her delicate features and a hint of Spiritual Qi from years of Cultivation, giving her a graceful, Immortal Qi-like appearance.

At the same time, sitting beside Feng Yuyan was Wang Xu, who had accompanied her down the mountain. His face was filled with impatience, disgust, and disdain.

Wang Xu couldn't help but think to himself:

“If it weren’t to help Junior Sister break off her engagement, this young master wouldn’t have come to such a shabby, dilapidated place.”

“And these Ling Family members actually dare to put on airs with this young master, taking so long to arrive and making this young master wait for so long.”

“These Ling Family members really don’t know what’s good for them.”

“In a moment, this young master will definitely show you all a thing or two.”

A moment later, a series of urgent, chaotic footsteps came from outside the reception hall.

“Niece Yuyan, your uncle is late, I’ve made you wait for too long.”

“You should have sent someone ahead to give us a heads-up when you decided to come.”

“Then I could have had that rascal Zifan go pick you up, and I would have been prepared, wouldn’t I?”

The Grand Elder, Ling Buyi, said loudly as he walked.

Behind him, Ling Zhan and several other Family Elders successively entered the reception hall.

Seeing this, Feng Yuyan quickly stood up and bowed to Ling Buyi and the others.

However, as Feng Yuyan’s gaze swept over Ling Zifan, a few flashes of light involuntarily flickered in her beautiful eyes, but they quickly returned to normal.

During the time Feng Yuyan had been Cultivating in the Sect, although the Mystic Limit Sect was not far from Qingyun Town, the two had no communication whatsoever. Now, they had long since completely regarded each other as strangers, like passersby.

But this was also quite normal.

Thinking about it carefully, the two of them now were one, a highly respected Genius Disciple in the Mystic Limit Sect, and the other, a Cultivationwaste materials (waste) in Qingyun Town under the Great Chu Dynasty, whose cultivation had regressed and who was known to be unable to Breakthrough to the Yellow Martial Realm for life.

With such a huge disparity in their identities, how could some incidents not arise?

However, Ling Zifan, who had arrived at the reception hall with the crowd, was extremely calm as his eyes swept over Feng Yuyan and the others. There was no change in his expression, as if today's events had nothing to do with him.

But what everyone didn't know was that Ling Zifan's heart was already filled with murderous intent towards the group of people before him.

“The matter happened quite suddenly, and I didn't send someone to inform Uncle in advance. Niece came uninvited, and I hope Uncle won't blame Niece.”

Feng Yuyan grew up with Ling Zifan, playing together since childhood. They often visited each other's homes, so she was naturally very familiar with everyone present.

“Niece, what are you saying? Coming to the Ling Family is like coming home, no need to be so polite.”

“Since you’ve arrived, let’s sit down and talk about whatever it is.”

As soon as everyone was seated, Ling Buyi immediately instructed the maidservant:

“Someone, serve tea.”

Soon, maidservants carrying cups of steaming Spiritual Tea arrived in the hall, placing them one by one on the tables beside everyone’s seats.

“Niece Feng, this is Spiritual Tea picked from the Lianyun Mountains. It has the effect of calming the mind and spirit, you can try some.”

“Oh, right, Niece Feng, who are these two, if I may ask?”

After Ling Buyi finished speaking, he looked at Wang Xu and the Green-robed Old Man behind him.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Uncle Ling, I forgot to introduce them.”

“This is my Senior Brother from the Mystic Limit Sect, named Wang Xu. He is a Personal Disciple of an Elder within the Mystic Limit Sect.”

“As for the one behind him, he is a Consecrated Elder dispatched by Senior Brother Wang Xu’s Family to protect him. He is a strong practitioner in the Late Stage of the Profound Martial Realm.”

Feng Yuyan involuntarily emphasized her words when mentioning “Personal Disciple” and “Late Stage of the Profound Martial Realm.”

Ling Buyi naturally understood Feng Yuyan’s little intentions and sneered inwardly, but his face showed no expression. Instead, he spoke insincerely, praising them:

“So it’s a Personal Disciple of an Elder from the Mystic Limit Sect, my apologies for the oversight.”

“No wonder he can reach the Yellow Martial Realm at such a young age; his future prospects are truly limitless.”

“This Senior is actually a Profound Martial Realm strong practitioner, please forgive any rudeness or neglect.”

However, Wang Xu and the Green-robed Old Man seemed not to have heard Ling Buyi’s words, their faces full of disdain, and they made no response whatsoever.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the room became extremely awkward…