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 Jiang Chuxuan's arrival shattered his plan.

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

In less than two hours, Jiang Chuxuan surrendered...

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

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

Pedestrians 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, the Jinse Hotel, it was exceptionally lively.

"Haha, Chairman Zhou, you came too."

"How could I miss Elder 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 alcoholic beverages.

In the banquet hall, men wore suits and ties, while women donned elegant gowns.

Each looked affluent or noble, and the faint aura they exuded was distinctly dangerous.

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

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

Now, seizing this chance to unite, they all exchanged drinks and forged connections.

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

They were all junior members of the Song family; their parents, as hosts, were busy receiving guests, so they had to huddle together and chat.

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

One girl wearing glasses, who looked like she was 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 who spoke earlier 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 later!"

"Count me in—I want an autograph AND a photo!"

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 best among them, was likewise regarded as their idol.

Now that they heard Xu Jingming was Jiang Chuxuan's boyfriend, they were all ecstatic.

Just as they were planning to go get autographs later, an out-of-place voice rang out from the side:

"Lei Di? A college student daring to use such a title—how presumptuous!"

Huh?

The teenagers turned their heads at once, their expressions shifting.

They saw a young man seated 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 the young man sat a young woman in a red gown, her beauty strikingly alluring.

The teenagers had been ready to argue back.

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

"Cousin, hello..."

The alluring woman was Song Ye, daughter of Jiang Chuxuan's uncle, aged twenty-eight.

She was also the eldest among this group of juniors.

"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 university and surviving a few years in the real world do you realize how vast the world truly is."

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

He was definitely above Rank Six!

And judging by Song Ye's attitude toward him, his background must be extraordinarily formidable.

"Let's go somewhere else."

The girl who spoke earlier whispered, then led the group away.

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

After moving to another spot, one boy couldn't hold back his temper and muttered.

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

At this, everyone finally understood.

Behind Ji Yi Heavy Industry is the ninth-rank psychic family, the Wang family.

Wang Mang, the young master of the Wang family, is twenty-nine this year and has already reached the sixth-rank psychic level.

He is also famously a spoiled brat, and no one can control him.

For him to make such a statement is only normal.

"Forget it, we just ignore him."

The girl with glasses shook her head, puzzled:

"By the way, why haven't Qiuyun and the others arrived yet?"

As they spoke, a commotion suddenly erupted at the entrance of the banquet hall.

The group instinctively turned their gazes toward it, and soon saw two young people enter: a man and a woman.

The woman on the left wore a black evening gown with off-the-shoulder straps and a high slit, revealing skin as white as snow.

The long legs hidden beneath the hem appeared and vanished intermittently, exuding extraordinary allure.

Her figure was excellent, but her face was even more stunning.

Though she appeared young, her delicate features carried a strikingly mature seductiveness.

Beside her walked a sturdy young man in a suit, tall and imposing.

"Qiuyun is here! She looks so beautiful today!"

The girl with glasses brightened, then frowned slightly:

"But why does Qiuyun's aura feel different today? It's almost like she's similar to Zhou Yi in some ways?"

Still puzzled, she didn't dwell on it.

For beside Song Qiuyun stood none other than Lei Di—Xu Jingming, the very person they had just been talking about!

"Little Yun, you're here."

"Yes, Uncle Zhou, we just arrived."

"Little Yun, it's been years—you've become even more beautiful."

"Thank you, Aunt Yang."

"......"

As the beloved daughter of the Song family, Song Qiuyun was accustomed to such scenes.

After entering the banquet hall, she greeted these people with ease and familiarity.

These representatives, each from their own guild or faction,

while greeting Song Qiuyun, focused far more attention on the man beside her.

Indeed...

This was the SS-rank psychic awakened, and the sole disciple of Lei Ting, Xu Jingming.