22: The new chosen one, Wu Yang

As soon as Lu Yi said this, the entire private room fell into a deathly silence.

It felt as if the air had frozen at that very moment.

The siblings, Wu Mingxi and Wu Mingyue, stood frozen in place as if they had been immobilized.

Their faces still bore the remnants of their previous emotions.

But at this moment, those emotions were completely overwhelmed by a much stronger one called "shock."

Their minds were struggling to process it all.

The two of them had just come out for a casual stroll tonight and had a minor disagreement with someone.

They never expected to encounter the legendary, elusive Saint Son of Taichu!

It was all so dreamlike that they couldn't react for a moment.

Just as the atmosphere in the private room felt stifled,

a burst of noise and commotion suddenly drifted in from the hall outside, breaking the silence.

For Wu Mingyue, this sudden commotion was like rain from the heavens.

Just a moment ago, she had been ecstatic about being a "little fangirl" of the Saint.

Now, she was incredibly embarrassed by her various "unbecoming behaviors" in front of her idol and wished she could find a hole to crawl into.

Seizing this perfect opportunity, she was almost the first to spring from her seat and hurried out of the private room.

"I... I'll go see what's happening outside!"

As she spoke, she dashed out the door, leaned over the railing, and peered down at the hall below.

Wu Mingyue stood on her tiptoes and immediately spotted a familiar, delicate-looking male figure in the center of the hall below.

At this moment, the man was in a heated standoff with a man and a woman opposite him, both wearing the uniform of a Sect.

Neither side was willing to back down, and it looked like a fight was about to break out.

Around them, a crowd of onlookers had already gathered, three layers deep, packing the entire hall until it was impassable.

After seeing the man's face clearly, Wu Mingyue couldn't help but furrow her delicate brows.

Then, she muttered in a tone tinged with annoyance:

"Why is it this guy, Wu Yang, again?"

Just then, a figure silently appeared behind her.

Lu Yi had also stepped out of the private room and stood behind her.

He very naturally reached out and gently placed his hands on Wu Mingyue's petite shoulders.

Wu Mingyue was already petite, and standing on her tiptoes, the top of her head barely reached Lu Yi's chin.

When she felt those warm, strong palms on her shoulders and the approaching masculine scent of Lu Yi behind her,

her body instantly stiffened, heat rushed to her head, and her cheeks burned incredibly hot.

This... this is the Saint Son of Taichu!

And she had just said so many admiring yet rude things in front of him...

Then, Lu Yi leaned over slightly and brought his head close to her ear.

His warm breath brushed against her sensitive earlobe.

He asked in a voice that was magnetic and slightly bewitching:

"Do you know that guy below who is in a standoff with those two?"

This sudden intimate gesture made Wu Mingyue tremble uncontrollably.

Her heart raced like a panicked deer, and she was extremely shy.

She stammered in reply:

"That... that person is called Wu Yang. He is... an illegitimate son of Prince Nings Mansion, and... I suppose he can be considered a Senior Brother to my brother and me."

"Oh? A Senior Brother?"

Hearing this, Lu Yi became interested:

"Then who is your Master?"

"Of course it is the National Teacher..."

Wu Mingyue answered honestly:

"However, my brother and I are only Named Disciples... while Wu Yang is a Personal Disciple..."

Lu Yi immediately seized upon another key point in her words and continued to press:

"Then what did you mean when you said 'again' just now?"

"Ever since he... he became a Disciple of the National Teacher..."

Wu Mingyue's voice trembled, whether from nervousness or shyness:

"He... he always ends up in conflicts with others. This hasn't happened just once or twice."

After listening to Wu Mingyue's explanation, Lu Yi understood instantly.

The Martial Aunt he was looking for, the Old Ancestor's Junior Sister, must be this mysterious National Teacher of Xuanwu Kingdom.

And this guy named Wu Yang downstairs.

Born into Prince Nings Mansion; as everyone knows, Prince Ning is never peaceful.

Being an illegitimate son, he probably isn't well-regarded by his family.

Coupled with this Physique that easily attracts trouble.

Nine times out of ten, he is the new Sons of Destiny, and the precious Disciple that his Martial Aunt took in.

And also the source of that so-called "calamity" for his Martial Aunt!

Just as Lu Yi locked onto his target, his gaze also swept over the male and female Disciples who were in a standoff with Wu Yang.

The clothes they were wearing were clearly the uniforms of Inner Sect Disciples of the Primordial Holy Land.

It seems these Disciples did not disappoint him.

They had only been out for a short while and had already provoked the Sons of Destiny.

Lu Yi released his hands from Wu Mingyue's shoulders and a playful smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

Then, he leisurely straightened his robes and walked straight down the stairs toward the hall below.

He passed through the surrounding crowd, who were still whispering, and arrived unhurriedly beside the two conflicting parties.

He scanned the area with a calm gaze, finally landing on the two Disciples of his own Sect, and asked indifferently:

"What is going on? What happened here?"

The male Inner Sect Disciple of the Primordial Holy Land, who had been arguing with Wu Yang until his face was red, subconsciously turned his head upon hearing this voice.

When they saw the face of the person who had arrived, they were instantly shocked, and the arrogance and grievance on their faces were immediately replaced by awe and panic.

They immediately bowed respectfully, their voices trembling:

"Greetings... Greetings to the Saint!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the already noisy hall erupted into an even greater uproar.

The surrounding onlookers instantly erupted into a commotion and noise ten times more intense than before.

"What? The Saint?!"

"Could he be the legendary Saint Son of Taichu?!"

"I never expected the Saint Son of Taichu to be here as well. This Cultivator Exchange Conference is going to be interesting!"

"That kid is in for it now~ The Saint of his own Sect has arrived..."

Meanwhile, the delicate-looking man, Wu Yang, naturally cast his gaze upon Lu Yi, who had suddenly arrived.

The moment their eyes met,

an extremely strong sense of impending doom inexplicably rose in Wu Yang's heart.

He felt a chill shoot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

He did not know where this feeling came from, but he instinctively realized:

"The person in front of me is a dangerous guy!"

"This guy is definitely not a good person!"