Chapter 420: Lei Di? How Presumptuous!

Studying combat techniques and secret manuals consumes immense mental energy.

Xu Jingming, who had stayed up all night last night, had planned to sleep well and restore his energy.

But Su Qingli's arrival shattered his plan.

Still, it was no great loss without Jiang Chu's close coordination.

In less than two hours, Su Qingli surrendered...

The second-to-last day of July, at noon.

The sun blazed like fire, and the air was thick with heat.

Passersby on the streets outside were scarce, making the scene feel desolate.

Yet inside the second-floor banquet hall of Rongcheng's most luxurious five-star hotel, Jinse Hotel, it was bustling with activity.

"Haha, Chairman Zhou, you came too."

"How could I miss Master Song's birthday banquet?"

"True enough—I came all the way back from Dungeon No. 2."

"......"

The banquet hall was extremely spacious, with tables placed everywhere.

They were laden with all kinds of food and expensive drinks.

The men in the hall wore suits, the women dressed in elegant gowns.

Each looked wealthy or powerful, and the faint auras they exuded were distinctly dangerous.

These people were representatives of various factions and guilds who had gathered here for Master Song Daoyuan's birthday banquet.

Their armies and guilds were scattered across Great Xia, rarely seen together.

Now, seizing this chance, they mingled, exchanging drinks and forging connections.

In a corner of the banquet hall, five or six young teenagers had gathered together.

They were all young members of the Song family; their parents, as hosts, were busy receiving guests, so they huddled to chat idly.

"Did you hear? Qiu Yun's boyfriend is the Lei Di who won the National University League this past spring!"

One girl, wearing glasses and seemingly still in high school, spoke with sparkling eyes.

At once, the others stared wide-eyed:

"No way? Where'd you get that info?"

"Heh, rumors had been circulating online long before this."

The girl smirked, "But the confirmation came yesterday—other noble families said Qiu Yun herself went to the airport to pick up Lei Di!"

"No way! Big news! I'm a loyal fan of Lei Di—I've got to get his autograph!"

"Count me in—I want not just an autograph, but a photo too!"

These teenagers were all still in high school.

The National University League held earlier this year had deeply impacted them.

Xu Jingming, who performed the most outstandingly in it, was likewise their idol.

Now that they heard Xu Jingming was Su Qingli's boyfriend, they were all electrified.

As they planned to approach him for autographs, an out-of-place voice rang out from the side:

"Lei Di? A college student dares to call himself that—how presumptuous!"

Huh?

The teenagers turned sharply at the sound, their expressions changing.

There sat a young man on the nearby sofa, wearing an earring in his left ear.

While everyone else wore formal suits, he was dressed only in a white casual outfit.

On his face was a faint sneer.

Beside him sat a young woman in a red gown, her beauty strikingly alluring.

The teenagers had been ready to argue.

But seeing the woman, they fell silent and bowed respectfully:

"Cousin, hello..."

The alluring woman was Song Ye, daughter of Su Qingli's uncle, age twenty-eight.

She was also the eldest among this group of younger cousins.

"Wang Shao, don't bother with these kids—they haven't even graduated high school, what do they know?"

Song Ye didn't even glance at them, only smiling lightly at the young man.

"True enough. Even if they graduate high school and enter a psychic university, it means nothing."

"Only after graduating, spending a few years in the real world, do they learn how vast the heavens are and how many greater people exist."

Wang Shao waved dismissively, but the faint aura he revealed made the teenagers' faces pale.

He was definitely a sixth-rank psychic!

And given Song Ye's attitude toward him, his background must be formidable.

"Let's go somewhere else."

The girl with glasses whispered, then led the group away.

"Who the hell is that guy? So full of himself?"

Another boy, unable to hold his tongue, muttered.

"He's the heir of Ji Yi Heavy Industry—how could he not be?" another boy recognized him.

At this, the others finally understood.

Ji Yi Heavy Industry was backed by the Wang family, a ninth-rank psychic clan.

Wang Mang, the Wang family's young master, was twenty-nine and already a sixth-rank psychic.

He was famously spoiled, beyond anyone's control.

His remarks were, therefore, unsurprising.

"Forget him. We just ignore him."

The girl with glasses shook her head, then frowned:

"But... why haven't Qiu Yun and the others arrived yet?"

As if on cue, a commotion erupted at the banquet hall entrance.

The group instinctively turned—and saw two young people entering.

The woman on the left wore a black strapless high-slit gown, her skin as pale as snow.

Her long legs, glimpsed beneath the hem, were exquisitely alluring.

Her figure was superb, but her face was breathtaking.

Though she looked young, her features carried a mature, seductive charm.

Beside her walked a tall, muscular young man in a suit.

"It's Qiu Yun! She looks stunning today!"

The girl with glasses brightened, then frowned slightly:

"But... why does Qiu Yun's aura feel different today? Almost like Aunt Zhou's?"

She dismissed the thought quickly.

For beside Su Qingli stood none other than Lei Di—Xu Jingming, whom they had just been dreaming of.

"Ah, Xiao Yun, you're here."

"Yes, Uncle Zhou, we just arrived."

"Xiao Yun, it's been years—you've grown even more beautiful."

"Thank you, Aunt Yang."

"......"

As the Song family's cherished daughter, Su Qingli was accustomed to such scenes.

Upon entering, she greeted everyone warmly and naturally.

The representatives from various guilds and factions, while greeting her,

focused far more attention on the man beside her.

Indeed...

This was Xu Jingming—the SS-rank psychic awakened, and the sole disciple of the Lei Shen Martial Arts Hall.