60: Chapter 60: Adding Another Trump Card, Heading to Qingyang!

Jiang Han's figure flickered through the void, and before long, he landed on Shengzhu Peak.

Up ahead, the main hall stood wide open.

Leng Qingqiu, dressed in a snow-white immortal gown, was sitting atop an ice lotus.

Sensing Jiang Han's aura, she turned her head, her gaze falling upon him.

Her beautiful eyes suddenly lit up, and a rare look of joy appeared on her face.

Jiang Han stepped into the hall and came to a stop before Leng Qingqiu.

He performed a mock salute.

"Master."

Upon hearing those two words, the joy that had just surfaced on Leng Qingqiu's face immediately vanished.

Her shapely willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed together.

She stared at Jiang Han, her red lips tightly shut, saying nothing.

Jiang Han lowered his hands, sensing that the atmosphere was a bit off.

"What's wrong, Master?" Jiang Han looked at Leng Qingqiu.

Leng Qingqiu turned her head away, her eyes landing on a nearby plant, refusing to look at Jiang Han.

"You..."

She lightly bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, her voice kept very low.

"You're still calling me Master?"

Jiang Han was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

He took a step forward, walking directly up to Leng Qingqiu.

Leng Qingqiu was sulking a bit and didn't really want Jiang Han to hug her, but he had already reached out.

His arms wrapped around her slender waist, which could be held in a single hand, and he applied a bit of pressure.

Leng Qingqiu naturally fell into Jiang Han's embrace.

Jiang Han lowered his head, resting his chin in the crook of Leng Qingqiu's neck.

The unique fragrance from her hair wafted around his nose.

"Then..."

Jiang Han leaned close to her ear and whispered in a low voice, "Qingqiu?"

Hearing this form of address, Leng Qingqiu's tense body suddenly went limp.

She buried her face in Jiang Han's chest.

Then, she gave a soft chuckle and let out a barely audible "mm-hmm."

Jiang Han tightened his arms, holding her even closer.

The two embraced for a while.

Jiang Han released his arms and led Leng Qingqiu to sit at a nearby jade table.

"I came today to tell you something."

Jiang Han picked up the jade pot on the table and poured two cups of spiritual tea.

Leng Qingqiu took the teacup and held it in her palms.

"What is it?"

Jiang Han also picked up a cup.

"I need to leave for a while to go to Qingyang Ancient City."

Leng Qingqiu's hands, holding the teacup, froze in mid-air.

She looked at Jiang Han but didn't ask what he was going there for.

At first glance, she had already seen that Jiang Han's cultivation had broken through again over the past few days.

With Jiang Han's current mid-stage Zhangjie Realm cultivation, he had almost no rivals among the younger generation.

Even experts of the older generation would have to weigh the might of the Primordial Holy Land before trying to move against him.

"When are you leaving?" Leng Qingqiu asked.

Jiang Han set down his teacup. "I'm leaving today."

Leng Qingqiu nodded.

"Go then, but be careful in everything."

She placed the teacup on the table.

"Although you have the status of the Holy Son of Taichu and ordinary people won't dare touch you..."

"There are always those in the world who lack foresight, or those with deep, scheming minds..."

"Be careful and stay vigilant."

Listening to her advice, Jiang Han took her hand and patted the back of it.

"I know."

The two chatted in the hall for a while longer.

Mostly Jiang Han talked while Leng Qingqiu listened.

When something interesting was mentioned, Leng Qingqiu would respond with a few words.

Seeing that it was getting late, Jiang Han stood up. "Qingqiu, I'll be going now."

Leng Qingqiu stood up as well, took a step forward, and grabbed Jiang Han's wrist.

Jiang Han stopped and looked back at her.

Leng Qingqiu said nothing; she raised her other jade-like hand, and a white light glowed at her fingertip.

That white light contained extremely terrifying fluctuations of power.

Even the surrounding space showed faint signs of cracking.

With a slight movement of her finger, the white light sank directly into the center of Jiang Han's forehead.

Jiang Han felt a chill at his brow, and a vast power went into dormancy deep within his Sea of Consciousness.

"This is a portion of my soul power."

Leng Qingqiu looked at Jiang Han.

"Below the Rule-Transcending Realm, no one can break it."

"If you encounter someone you cannot defeat, it will keep you safe."

Just as Jiang Han was about to speak, Leng Qingqiu took a jade plaque from her robes.

The jade plaque still carried her body heat and fragrance.

Leng Qingqiu pressed the jade plaque into Jiang Han's hand.

"Keep this jade plaque with you."

"If you encounter danger, crush it immediately."

Leng Qingqiu stared into Jiang Han's eyes, her tone extremely serious.

"No matter where you are, I will arrive at the first possible moment."

Jiang Han held the jade plaque, feeling a warmth in his heart.

He took Leng Qingqiu's hand in return and gave it a firm squeeze.

"Alright."

Jiang Han put the jade plaque into his storage ring.

"Qingqiu, wait for me to return."

He turned around, his figure transforming into a streak of light as he rushed out of the hall and headed straight for Holy Son Peak.

Leng Qingqiu stood at the hall entrance, watching the streak of light disappear into the horizon.

She stood there for a long time before turning to walk back inside.

...

Holy Son Peak.

Before the main hall.

Three graceful figures were waiting there.

Qiushui stood tall and straight.

Su Ningyu wore a wide-sleeved dress, her long hair casually swept up.

Liu Qingcheng had also specifically changed into a sky-blue dress today, standing quietly beside Su Ningyu.

A sound of breaking through the air came from the sky.

Jiang Han's figure appeared in everyone's sight.

"Your Highness."

Qiushui immediately curtsied.

Upon seeing Jiang Han, a smile immediately appeared on Su Ningyu's face.

She trotted over to Jiang Han's side and naturally took his arm.

"Senior Brother!"

She also sensed Jiang Han's cultivation aura and thought back to what Leng Qingqiu had told her about Jiang Han being in seclusion.

Initially, the more she thought about it after returning, the stranger it seemed, and she had planned to find an opportunity to ask. But seeing him now, she realized she had overthought it.

It seemed her senior brother really had been in seclusion then.

Su Ningyu looked up at Jiang Han.

"Senior Brother, why do you suddenly want to go to Qingyang Ancient City?"

Liu Qingcheng also walked over and gave Jiang Han a slight bow.

"Saint Son."

She also cast her gaze toward him.

Jiang Han pulled his arm away and gave Su Ningyu's nose a playful flick.

"It's nothing, just going there for a stroll."

This answer made Su Ningyu's brow furrow slightly; naturally, she didn't quite believe it.

If it were just for a stroll, there were far too many places in the world to go.

Why would Jiang Han go to a small city for no reason?

Jiang Han didn't offer much explanation.

They wouldn't understand or even believe him if he spoke about Xiao Chen, the Child of Destiny.

Jiang Han raised his right hand and gave a casual wave in mid-air.

Roar!

Nine high-pitched dragon roars exploded over Holy Son Peak.

The clouds churned.

Nine flood dragons pulling an extremely luxurious chariot stepped out from the void.

The nine-dragon chariot.

This was originally the exclusive carriage of the Holy Lord of Taichu.

The sheer spectacle of this team was enough to overshadow the vast majority of sect masters.

But since Leng Qingqiu was in seclusion year-round, the nine-dragon chariot was later handed over to Jiang Han.

Now, it had rightfully become Jiang Han's exclusive property.

The nine-dragon chariot landed steadily above everyone, hovering in mid-air.

Jiang Han pushed off his toes and was the first to step onto it.

He turned around and looked at the three below.

"Let's go."

Without hesitation, Su Ningyu flew up and stood to Jiang Han's left.

Liu Qingcheng followed closely behind, landing on Jiang Han's right.

Qiushui took her place behind the group.

With his hands behind his back, Jiang Han shifted his thoughts.

The nine flood dragons swam in unison, their tails lashing.

The nine-dragon chariot turned into a streak of light, shattering the void ahead.

It sped away toward Qingyang Ancient City, leaving everything behind.