Chapter 132: with translation of chapter title

Especially Han Xing Leng Yue, they felt quite moved.

Before, I had always heard Ling Zhengrong in Yaowang Valley extolling his grandson as unrivaled under heaven and earth, assuming he was exaggerating; today, seeing him, setting aside other aspects, this very bearing alone already surpasses myriad geniuses of the world!

Ling Zhengrong's mood at this moment could be described as extremely complex.

On one hand, he feels gratified that his grandson possesses such bearing; on the other hand, he is very annoyed because he (the grandson) lacks flexibility.

Especially this matter concerns his future. Once he takes Ye Qingran as his master, the Valley Master of Yaowang Valley will categorically be unable to accept him as a disciple!

"I've already spoken with the young lady of the Ye Family; what are you meddling with?!" Ling Zhengrong shouted angrily.

"Grandfather, I know everything you do is for my good, but choosing whom to take as master is my freedom, and I don't want to be the one who breaks his word and becomes fat; I still hope you will grant me that!"

"I have granted you that, then who will grant me?"

Ling Zhengrong shouted loudly, his spit flying like stars.

A booming voice resonated through the front hall, bearing a trembling authority that shook everyone's spirit.

After Ling Zhengrong finished speaking, his gaze fell on the young man before him, filled with complexity.

His heart brimmed with endless bitterness.

Grandfather is already old, with only a few years left to live, and your parents passed away early; when I am gone, the vast Ling Guo Mansion will have only you left—who will take care of you thereafter?

Grandfather wishes, before departing, to do everything he can to pave a path for you, so that after his hundred years, at least you can walk with peace of mind!

Ling Zhengrong murmured silently in his heart.

"Sister, since Crown Prince Ling has a better option, why don't you grant him that?" Ye Huanhuan and several others walked to the front hall, and Ye Huanhuan whispered to Ye Qingran.

"Exactly, Ye Qingran, you can't jeopardize Crown Prince Ling's future for personal selfishness, can you?"

"You, a mere worthless person, how can you compare with the Valley Master of Yaowang Valley? Do you have the nerve to cling to this position?"

……

Mocking voices from Mu Qingrou, Ye Sisi and others rose and fell.

"This is my matter, what does it have to do with you?!" Ling Shaoyang sharply turned his face, his keen gaze like the sharpest blade in the world, shooting at the few.

A wave of intense killing aura erupted from his body, sending a chilling shiver, as if one were in Jiu You Diyu.

The noisy few instantly fell silent as cold cicadas, daring not to breathe a single breath.

Only after Ling Shaoyang shifted his gaze did they sigh in relief.

Thump~

Ling Shaoyang suddenly dropped to his knees and bowed to Ling Zhengrong.

"Grandfather, your grandson is unfilial, but he has his own principles of conduct; please, Grandfather, grant me that!"

Dong~

The heavy sound of a forehead hitting the ground reverberated, as if striking each person's heart.

Ye Qingran's eyes flickered lightly, causing her to sit up straight.

That seemingly indifferent young man always liked to stand in a pine-and-cypress posture. At first sight, he exuded killing aura, his face expressionless, bearing a hint of world-weariness.

In Jiu Fu Lin, when he took up bow and arrow, it was as if he had become another person, radiant with spirit, his brilliance flashing like a peerless sword.

Today he possesses bearing and dazzling elegance, yet at this moment, for the righteousness he pursues, he willingly kneels and kowtows.

Even though she has met countless people, she couldn't help but be moved.

She thought, if she could have such a disciple, perhaps she, as a master, would also be fortunate.

Ling Zhengrong lowered his gaze to the Ling Shaoyang on the ground, his heart like a knife, his lips trembling slightly, tinged white.

He is his most beloved grandson!

How could he not consider his feelings? Yet everything he does is truly for his good!

Ling Shaoyang kept kowtowing, while Ling Zhengrong closed his eyes, his whole being sinking into a realm of heavenly and mortal conflict.

Ye Huanhuan and several others still watched with a spectator's attitude, whispering on the side.

"Hey, do you think Lord Ling will compromise?"

"I didn't expect Ling Shaoyang to be so stubborn, truly speechless! What good does Ye Qingran have? Is it worth him causing such a ruckus with Lord Ling?"

"I actually think Lord Ling won't compromise!" Ye Huanhuan said softly.

In her view, although Ling Shaoyang sticks to his own view, Ling Zhengrong's obstinacy is famous. She firmly believes Ling Zhengrong will not allow Ling Shaoyang to abandon the Medicine King Gu Gu Master and turn to Ye Qingran, a waste!

At this moment, Zhao Shi, having heard the news, also rushed over; seeing this scene, she immediately glared at Ye Qingran in displeasure, "Qingran, say something quickly; if it weren't for you, Lord Ling and the Young Lord wouldn't be in such a mess! Why do you maintain such an attitude of it not being your business? It's truly immature! Apologize to them now! Someone like you is unfit to be the Young Lord's master. Give it up quickly!"

The entire front hall was left with only Zhao Shi's incessantly noisy voice.

Ye Qingran, impatient, flicked a sharp glance at her, and Zhao Shi instantly fell silent.

After an unknown amount of time, Ling Zhengrong finally opened his eyes; he seemed to have aged dozens of years in an instant, letting out a heavy sigh.

Enough, enough.

Descendants have their own blessings.

Perhaps it's time for him to let go, allowing his Shaoyang to pursue his own Dao unburdened!

Ling Zhengrong moved his lips, about to speak, when a light, ethereal voice sounded.

"Ah, this veil is so hot!"

With Ye Qingran's sigh, everyone's gaze turned toward her.

"Indeed, it's quite uncomfortable. Miss Mu, aren't you uncomfortable?"

Mu Qingrou's composed expression vanished, leaving only a snarling face.

Ling Zhengrong also glanced at her, seeing her slowly raise her hand, remove the veil, revealing her full appearance.

When he saw her face clearly, Ling Zhengrong forgot his emotions, forgot his sorrow, even forgot to breathe! Those still, well-like ancient wells of eyes narrowed heavily, then instantly widened.

He stared at Ye Qingran in utter shock, extending his trembling finger, pointing at her, "You, you… Medicine…"

"Lord Ling, what's happening to you?"—a look as if you've seen a ghost?

Ye Yu asked doubtfully.

Ye Qingran lightly shook her head at him; Ling Zhengrong, being a quick-witted person, immediately realized, and he took several deep breaths before calming his excited emotions.

"Nothing, nothing at all—it's just that the Ye family's young lady looks exactly like General Yun!"

Ye Yu nodded. So that's how it is.

Ye Qingran indeed looks very much like Yun Sui Feng.

Ling Zhengrong looked away, blinked his eyes, then looked again at Ye Qingran; after repeating this several times, he finally confirmed it wasn't his old eyes playing tricks on him!

Really, the Valley Master of Yaowang Valley!

Ye Qingran is the Valley Master of Yaowang Valley?!

Good heavens!

This news is really too explosive!