Chapter 400 - 237: Qin Mengxuan: Where Are You Trying to Go?

Southern Yuzhou.

Deep within a primeval forest spanning countless millions of li, colossal trees soared hundreds, even thousands, of meters into the air, their dense branches and leaves blotting out the sun.

Beneath the great trees, it was pitch black, a place where daylight never reached. Rotting leaves and sludge had accumulated over the ages, forming a layer of unknown thickness.

Suddenly, a mass of solemn, majestic Sandalwood Golden Buddha Light appeared in mid-air and slowly descended.

"...Alright, there’s no one else here. Can you let go now?"

Ling Changqing’s voice was laced with exasperation.

"Absolutely not! What if you run away again?"

came a soft, melodious voice tinged with petulance.

Ling Changqing studied the beauty in his arms. Her face looked no older than eleven or twelve, but her figure was graceful and bewitching, her curves sinfully alluring.

The majestic, snow-white peaks on her chest looked down on all others, exuding a strange dominance that even the complex, magnificent, and unusually wide, bright-yellow palace gown couldn’t conceal.

Her delicate hands gripped Ling Changqing tightly. The Big Red Brocade was half-wrapped around her arm, the other half wound around Ling Changqing, leaving them bound together like conjoined twins.

"I still don’t know your name."

Ling Changqing asked.

"Lu Hua Palace, Grand Palace Master Qin Mengxuan!"

The beauty’s fair face flushed as she spoke in a low voice. Her eyes, bright as stars, burned with fervor, raking over him as if she could never get enough.

’So, it’s you,’ Ling Changqing realized.

Lu Hua Palace was known as the most mysterious and powerful Hidden Sect in the Yuzhou Cultivation Realm. Its strength and foundation surpassed even the number one Noble Family, the Yu Family. It was said that the sect was filled with devastatingly beautiful Female Cultivators, without a single male creature in sight.

He never imagined he would run into the ultimate authority of this Hidden Sect today.

"There’s something I don’t understand,"

Ling Changqing asked again, "Palace Master, your Cultivation shouldn’t have surpassed the Divinity Transformation Peak level, right? How did you get here so quickly?"

The Wentian Mountain Range, where Lu Hua Palace was located, was in the eastern region of Yuzhou, an extraordinary distance from Danyang Valley. Logically, it should have been impossible for Qin Mengxuan to arrive so fast.

Even with an Ancient Spiritual Treasure and constantly using ultra-long-distance teleportation, it would be difficult to arrive in such a short time.

Qin Mengxuan said softly, "There’s nothing to hide about that. I have a Talisman left by our sect’s founding ancestor. Plus, our Sect has informants in Danyang Valley who provided your precise location, so I came directly."

’What was the Cultivation of Lu Hua Palace’s founding ancestor? Integration? Crossing the Tribulation? Or perhaps Mahayana? A Talisman personally refined by such a figure, even a disposable one, would possess unimaginable power. Crossing such a vast distance in an instant would be a simple matter for it.’

"I see. You were willing to use it, just like that."

Ling Changqing was rather speechless. A Talisman like that was a true strategic trump card in this day and age, yet she had used it without a moment’s hesitation.

Qin Mengxuan smiled. "For you, the Child of Destiny, no treasure is too precious to use."

She looked Ling Changqing up and down in her arms and said gently, "Alright, now let me see what you really look like."

Ling Changqing fell silent. The layers of disguise on his body peeled away, revealing the form of a handsome youth in purple robes, with ruby lips, pearly teeth, and a majestic, noble bearing.

As for the unimaginably vast and majestic Luck and Fortune on his body, the golden light and purple qi were so dense and brilliant that they had already condensed above his head into a jeweled canopy about an acre in size.

Above the canopy of Destiny, various phenomena appeared one after another: golden lamps and purple lotuses, the sun, moon, and stars, the magnificent sight of a Celestial Palace, the cycle of reincarnation, and more.

"It’s true... This is truly unbelievable!"

Qin Mengxuan was stunned for a moment, then immediately hugged him even tighter, all but hanging off his body.

’The legendary Child of Destiny, a favored child of the Great Dao mentioned only occasionally in the most ancient Sect scriptures and secret scrolls... To think I finally caught one today.’

"Can’t you let go? You’re the Elder Sect Leader of Lu Hua Palace, how can you act like this? Can’t you be a little more reserved?"

Ling Changqing’s arms were starting to ache from her tight grip, forcing him to speak in a low voice.

Qin Mengxuan shook her head forcefully. "I don’t want to be like this either, but you’ll run off the second I’m not paying attention. I have to be on guard."

"Then why not just imprison me? You could even plant all sorts of vicious Restrictions and curses in my Divine Soul. Lu Hua Palace shouldn’t be lacking in such methods."

Ling Changqing teased.

Qin Mengxuan shook her head. "I could do that, but if I actually did, wouldn’t I just earn the disgust of a Child of Destiny like you and thus incur the wrath of the heavens?"

She and Lu Hua Palace behind her needed the Child of Destiny, but they absolutely could not sour their relationship with him over this and become sworn enemies.

Besides, even now, it wasn’t as if Ling Changqing had no way to escape. He was only staying put for the moment because he could see she meant him no harm.

Ling Changqing was silent for a moment. "Then what do you want, Palace Master? Let me be clear, I’m not going back to Lu Hua Palace with you."

"Why not? Do you already belong to a clan or a Sect?"

Qin Mengxuan pressed, sensing a critical point.

According to the intelligence they had gathered, Ling Changqing was a Loose Cultivator and had no clear affiliation with any power to this day.

As for the Deep Sea Dragon Palace’s public claim that Ling Changqing was the Dragon Race’s Prince Consort, no power took it seriously. Even if it were true, so what? Would that stop them from trying to snatch him away?

Ling Changqing thought for a moment before saying softly, "I have my own small clan. Although its strength is nothing special, not even comparable to some of Lu Hua Palace’s vassal powers, it is still the fruit of my own hard work. I can’t just abandon it."