297: Chapter 297 A Generation of Talented Individuals

"Hehe, Murong Liyue, you won't escape the palm of my hand! I was too foolish before and didn't see the situation clearly, but now I understand everything..."

Watching Xu Yingying's figure gradually fade away, a wicked smile curled onto Leng Qianming's lips as he muttered to himself.

His eyes flashed with greed and desire, as if he had already envisioned the moment Murong Liyue was conquered by him.

At the thought of Murong Liyue's enchanting and exquisite figure, he felt his blood boil, and his energy surged uncontrollably throughout his body.

"Qianming, how are things proceeding?"

Just then, the sound-transmission jade talisman at Leng Qianming's waist suddenly lit up, and a deep voice emerged from within.

"Rest assured, Ancestor. Within a month, that Murong Liyue will be under my control."

A confident and chilling smile played on Leng Qianming's lips as he spoke to the Leng Family's Saint Ancestor on the other end of the talisman.

"You have done well, Tianzi. With the Murong Family's little princess in hand, it will be much easier to deal with that old monster Murong when the time comes."

The Leng Family Ancestor's voice drifted over, revealing a hint of satisfaction.

Then, the other end of the talisman fell into silence.

Meanwhile, dressed in a red gauze dress, Xu Yingying flew out of the Leng Family encampment like a light butterfly.

Her figure was graceful, like a fairy descending to the mortal world. She danced lightly in the air, circled around, and arrived at Liyue Immortal Peak, where the Origin Stone Pavilion was located.

Standing on the peak, she overlooked the beautiful scenery, but her mind was filled with a thousand thoughts.

"That damned Ye Xuan really has such great luck with women, actually winning Murong Liyue's favor. That Murong Liyue has a fine figure and a refined, otherworldly appearance; she is indeed heart-stirring. However, she will eventually belong to my master, Leng Qianming!"

Xu Yingying thought, gritting her teeth, her eyes flashing with jealousy and unwillingness.

She took a deep breath, composed herself, and then turned to fly toward Liyue Immortal Peak.

Along the way, images of Ye Xuan and Murong Liyue together kept appearing in her mind, and the anger in her heart grew increasingly intense.

"Just you wait, Murong Liyue. Soon, you will become the master's woman. When that time comes, I want to see how spectacular Ye Xuan's expression will be! Hehe..."

A pleasurable sense of revenge appeared on Xu Yingying's face, as if she had already seen Ye Xuan's pained expression.

She accelerated, determined to complete the mission as soon as possible and let Murong Liyue fall into Leng Qianming's control.

Deep in her mind, the image of success flashed by; she was determined to pay it back a hundredfold.

In the Cangqiong Holy Land, the mist-shrouded Liyue Immortal Peak was like a dreamlike fairyland.

On this mysterious and magnificent peak, immortal halls were dotted like stars, emitting an intoxicating spiritual energy and charm.

At this moment, Xu Yingying had quietly set foot on Liyue Immortal Peak.

Her light footsteps were like a breeze falling on petals, approaching Murong Liyue's residence silently.

However, she knew well that Murong Liyue's cultivation was profound, and if she got too close, she would likely be detected.

Thus, Xu Yingying chose to stop behind a spiritual plant hundreds of meters away.

She crouched agilely, cleverly hiding in the lush spiritual vegetation, and quietly stared at Murong Liyue's boudoir.

Suddenly, a faint sound reached Xu Yingying's ears.

Her beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a trace of doubt welled up in her heart.

Following the wind, she seemed to hear some strange sounds, as if it were some kind of sorrowful whimpering.

"Ying—Ying." The sound was faint, yet it clearly pierced through the air and entered Xu Yingying's ears.

She couldn't help but be surprised: "Has Murong Liyue gone mad? For no reason at all, why is she crying?"

Xu Yingying looked bewildered, muttering to herself, feeling very confused by this inexplicable sound.

She began to ponder the reason for it, trying to solve this mystery.

Perhaps Murong Liyue had encountered some sad event?

Or perhaps she was cultivating some special technique?

Countless questions swirled in Xu Yingying's mind, but she could not determine the answer.

Curiosity drove her to want to understand the situation more deeply, but she was worried that her actions would alert Murong Liyue.

Time passed minute by minute, and Xu Yingying remained hidden behind the spiritual plant, silently observing Murong Liyue's boudoir.

That whimpering sound was sometimes clearly audible, and other times elusive, making it impossible to fathom. Xu Yingying decided to remain silent for the time being, waiting for the right opportunity to explore further.

On this mysterious and unknown Liyue Immortal Peak, Xu Yingying fell into a confusing puzzle.

She wondered how she should uncover the secrets inside the room, but for now, everything was still shrouded in mist, waiting for her to reveal it...

Xu Yingying's beautiful eyes were quietly staring at Murong Liyue's boudoir, silently calculating something in her heart.

"Hmm? How could there be a male cultivator's voice in Murong Liyue's room?"

Suddenly, Xu Yingying frowned slightly and couldn't help but listen carefully again; indeed, she heard a man's voice.

It sounded like Murong Liyue was confronting a male cultivator, and moreover, it seemed Murong Liyue had been bullied by that mysterious male cultivator until she cried.

"Bad guy, get out!"

Under Xu Yingying's sneaky peeping, she saw Murong Liyue's door slowly open.

Then, a teary-eyed Murong Liyue pushed a handsome youth dressed in white, who looked like an immortal, out the door.

"Little Fatty Murong, I'll come find you next time then."

Ye Xuan, with his white clothes fluttering, gently hugged Murong Liyue, whose figure was as graceful as a fairy, and then reached out to gently wipe the tears from her cheeks, even playfully stroking Murong Liyue's pert nose with his finger.

Afterwards, Ye Xuan turned and left. As he departed, he glanced casually in the direction where Xu Yingying was hiding.

"Pah, hateful Pretty Boy!"

Seeing Ye Xuan leave, Murong Liyue sniffled, touched her bottom, and spat lightly with a slightly blushing face.

A trace of shyness and annoyance flashed in her eyes, but more than that was a complex emotion. Then, she turned and walked into her boudoir, closing the door behind her.

However, this scene was captured entirely by Xu Yingying, who was watching from the side.

"Hmph, I didn't expect Murong Liyue to be cheating! I must tell the master about this; after all, she is the master's fiancée!"

Having seen everything, Xu Yingying couldn't help but say in shock. Various thoughts surged in her heart, and at the same time, she felt a trace of contempt for Murong Liyue.

"This Murong Liyue is really not as good as me, Xu Yingying. And she calls herself a true disciple of the Cangqiong Holy Land? Is that it... Hehe."

Finally, Xu Yingying cast a look of contempt at Murong Liyue's boudoir, then got up and returned to her own residence.