Chapter 72 - With a Wife Like This, What More Could a Husband Ask For!

Chatting leisurely with Elder Xuan Yi at the Outer Attendant Pavilion, Leng Yan brought up all sorts of cultivation questions. After all, having someone to provide answers is always beneficial, and trading a low-grade treasure tool should earn some returns, right?

Just as Leng Yan was deeply engaged in his questioning, Shui Yunyao’s voice resonated in his mind, informing him that Zhong Yong had arrived.

“He’s here already, put on a convincing performance, or else I’ll take the magical treasure back,” Leng Yan said, looking at Xuan Yi.

“Go ahead and try!” Xuan Yi retorted with a glare, confident that Leng Yan couldn’t defeat him, displaying an air of sheer arrogance, but he had the backing to be so.

“Elder, Mu Qing, the Sect Master of the Wood Sect, and her husband Zhong Yong request an audience,” Shui Yunyao knocked and entered, speaking softly.

“Very well, let them in,” Xuan Yi adjusted his posture, smiling slightly.

Leng Yan shifted aside, waiting for the pair to arrive.

“Junior Mu Qing, greetings to Elder Xuan Yi.” As Mu Qing entered the inner hall, her eyes immediately fell on Zhong Chen lying on the ground with a bloodstain on his chest, a look of fury crossing her face. However, she dared not act rashly, given Elder Xuan Yi’s presence.

“Junior Zhong Yong, greetings to Elder Xuan Yi.” Zhong Yong stood robustly, a face full of beard, contrasting strikingly with his wife, a symphony of beauty and the beast.

“No need for formalities, please sit down,” Xuan Yi replied with a deep grin, waving a hand as three meditation mats moved before the trio. Shui Yunyao, Mu Qing, and Zhong Yong took their seats in turn.

“Elder, the reason my husband and I have come is to seek an explanation from you. He hurt our child and abducted him here. Does the Elder have nothing to say?” Mu Qing glared at Leng Yan with beautiful, angry eyes.

Confronted by Mu Qing and Zhong Yong’s glares, Leng Yan maintained a smile, waiting for Xuan Yi to speak.

“Leng Yan has already informed me of the full story. Your son was the one attempting robbery first, leaving no grounds for argument. Even if Leng Yan were to kill him, it would be your son’s lack of skill. Both of you are cultivating dao practitioners; such reasoning needs no further explanation. However! Zhong Yong, I’ve heard that you are interested in the Purple Gold Emperor Technique, is that so?” Xuan Yi’s expression darkened, his cultivation level imposing immense pressure on the pair.

Under Xuan Yi’s formidable presence, Mu Qing and Zhong Yong turned pale, struggling immensely to hold their ground.

“Elder, there is no such thing, it must be Leng Yan spouting nonsense,” Zhong Yong said with difficulty.

“Is that so? But these words came from your son. What do you think I should do?”

Let me tell you the truth, Leng Yan is the chosen one of the Five Elements Realm, even our sect master wouldn’t dare to touch him.

Jin Kuang has a duel scheduled with Leng Yan, so I will not interfere. But if you think of making a move, first consider whether you can defeat me!” Xuan Yi glared with eyes full of rage, his presence imposing and formidable.

Hearing this, sweat covered Mu Qing’s face, and she deeply regretted agreeing to Jin Kuang’s request. Fortunately, they had not yet made their move, otherwise, they would not be merely suppressed by his power but would have already lost their lives.

“Elder, this is all a misunderstanding, we never agreed to Jin Kuang, truly!” Zhong Yong said, trembling.

“Elder, please forgive them this time! I believe they were misled by others and now know what to do,” Leng Yan seized the moment to speak.

Xuan Yi looked at Leng Yan quizzically, then with a slight smile said, “Alright, since Leng Yan does not pursue this matter, I will let it go. From now on, think carefully before you act, as one wrong step can lead to death.”

Xuan Yi dissipated his imposing aura, and Mu Qing felt a huge relief wash over her, sweating profusely, she quickly expressed her gratitude: “Thank you, Elder, for your mercy!”

“Senior brothers, although my cultivation level is not high, I do have some means to protect my life. If anyone means me harm, as long as I survive, I will make their lives worse than death. This incident was just to let you know that I have the Elder’s backing. I am merely leveraging the Elder’s power to press you, but undoubtedly, for me right now, it is a way to protect my life.”

“I hope you both can understand that some people are better not provoked,” Leng Yan said with a smile, his tone casual.

“Junior brother, since you’ve laid it all out, I won’t say much more. I decline Jin Kuang’s invitation. Competing against a junior brother as cunning as you wouldn’t likely end well for me,” Zhong Yong said, taking a few deep breaths, his expression uneasy.

Leng Yan, being a junior in seniority, initially outwitted Zhong Yong. Now, Leng Yan was admonishing him in a senior tone, which would be difficult for anyone to swallow. However, in Xuan Yi’s presence, Zhong Yong dared not react and had to bear it silently.

“It’s best if Senior Brother understands. As for your son’s matter, I believe we can leave it at that. But if Senior Brother still seeks justice, that’s a different story!” Leng Yan gestured, and the Spirit of Desire flew back into his body. Xuan Yi’s expression shifted again upon seeing it.

With the Spirit of Desire gone, Zhong Chen slowly regained consciousness. Upon seeing his parents, his fear quickly turned into arrogance.

“Father, avenge me! He was the one who hurt me, you must kill him,” Zhong Chen cried as he crawled to Zhong Yong.

Zhong Yong was already furious, and seeing his disappointing son only fueled his anger further. He lashed out, slapping Zhong Chen hard across the face, shouting, “Fool! Shut up!”

Being in the golden core realm, even without using magical power, Zhong Yong’s slap was not something someone in the primordial qi realm could easily withstand. With a loud “smack!”, Zhong Chen was sent flying, his face swelling rapidly, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

“You hit me! Mother, Father hit me,” Zhong Chen cried, still clueless about the situation, seeking comfort from Mu Qing.

Mu Qing, seeing her son’s face, was full of compassion but couldn’t avenge him now. She gently said, “Chen’er, stop talking.”

“Why aren’t any of you helping me?” Zhong Chen cried in despair.

“Elder, we won’t disturb you any longer, farewell!” Zhong Yong’s eyes reddened as he rose, grabbing Zhong Chen to make a hasty departure.

“Leng Yan, impressive! With me backing you, you daresay anything. And, you even know the Seven Emotions and Six Desires Technique. It seems you have plenty of secrets,” Xuan Yi remarked with a smile after Zhong Yong had gone far.

“Heh, every cultivating dao practitioner has their secrets, just like you. Yours aren’t any fewer than mine!” Leng Yan replied with a smile.

“Heh, you’re right, everyone has their secrets,” Xuan Yi replied with a knowing smile.

“With everything settled, Elder, I’ll return to my cultivation. Thank you for today!” Leng Yan said with a smile as he stood up.

“Be careful. Zhong Yong doesn’t seem like someone who will just let this go,” Xuan Yi advised.

“I’m aware. If he comes, then so be it-I’ll handle it!” With that, Leng Yan left the outer attendant pavilion alongside Shui Yunyao.

“Are you really prepared to handle revenge from Zhong Yong and his wife? Should I stay by your side to ensure your safety?” Back at the master’s pavilion, Shui Yunyao expressed her concern for Leng Yan. After all, Leng Yan’s enemies were cultivators in the golden core realm, and there were two of them. She hoped to protect him.

“I understand your concern, but one must face the brink of life and death to truly grow. You can protect me for a while, but not forever. Let me confront these challenges on my own. I want the dignity of a man-to protect you, instead of being protected by you! Although I can’t defeat them now, it won’t be easy for them to kill me either. If I want to escape, their current capabilities won’t be enough to stop me!” Leng Yan gently caressed Shui Yunyao’s soft waist as he spoke tenderly.

“That’s the kind of man I, Shui Yunyao, am proud to love. Even if I can’t stay by your side to protect you, you must accept this. Inside is a protective magical technique I’ve condensed; it can save you in a crisis!” Shui Yunyao handed Leng Yan a cyan jade slip.

“With your current realm, creating a jade slip like this requires years of arduous cultivation. Please don’t do this again,” Leng Yan said as he accepted the jade slip, feeling touched by the warmth of her gesture.

“Being able to do something for you makes me happy,” Shui Yunyao responded, looking every bit the gentle woman. In this moment, she wasn’t the master of the Water Sect or a cultivator confronting the great tribulation of wind and fire.

“With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?” Leng Yan murmured before giving Shui Yunyao a gentle, fleeting kiss as a token of his love for her.