Ice Master Yin Yin's First Meeting, Qing Zhu's Jealousy

Chapter 125 Ice Master Yin Yin's First Meeting, Qing Zhu's Jealousy

"Heavenly Sound Breaks?"

Qi Lei repeated it thoughtfully, his gaze falling on Lan He, his eyes full of admiration.

"That's a nice name."

He pondered for a moment, savoring the profound mystery of that single finger strike, and slowly said, "In my opinion, my nephew's exquisite secret technique has probably already touched the threshold above the divine level. Although it is still somewhat inferior to the true ultimate techniques of the Talisman Sect, it is already extraordinary, possessing the power to severely injure someone in the Life Profound Realm."

Lan He nodded slightly upon hearing this.

He was well aware that spiritual techniques were completely different from elemental martial arts. Elemental martial arts were divided into spiritual martial arts, celestial martial arts, and so on, while spiritual techniques were divided into three realms: essence, energy, and spirit.

The Heavenly Sound Soul-Suppressing Bell he cultivated was itself a top-tier divine secret technique, comparable to the pinnacle of spiritual martial arts among energy-based martial arts.

The spiritual secret techniques above the god level are comparable to true heavenly martial arts, and the number of talisman masters who can create such secret techniques is very small in the entire Eastern Xuan Region.

His previous move, Heavenly Sound Break, was derived from the Heavenly Sound Soul-Suppressing Bell and incorporated the profound mysteries of the zither music he had just comprehended, making it a step further than the original.

Although he has not yet truly reached a level comparable to the Heavenly Martial Arts, he has at least touched the threshold.

If we had to assign it a grade—

Lan He thought to himself, "Perhaps it could be called a half-step Heavenly Martial Art?"

"Senior brother~"

Suddenly, Ying Huanhuan came over, her big eyes blinking as she looked at him, her little face full of expectation.

"What?" Lanhe looked at her.

Ying Huanhuan pointed to herself, then to the zither, and said matter-of-factly, "You had an epiphany while listening to my music! Doesn't that count as a contribution?"

Lan He paused for a moment, then chuckled, "I guess so."

"Then—" Ying Huanhuan's eyes lit up, and she leaned closer, her voice carrying a hint of coquettishness, "Is there a reward?"

Ying Xiaoxiao smiled helplessly, glanced at her younger sister, and said nothing. She could naturally see through the girl's little scheme, but she was too lazy to expose her.

Looking at the expectant little face before him, Lan He pondered for a moment, then smiled and said, "How about this, I'll forge a Heaven-Rank spiritual treasure for you?"

Ying Huanhuan's eyes widened even more immediately.

Lan He continued, "Now that I have broken through to the Ninth Seal Heavenly Talisman Master level, I have more control over my spiritual power and should be able to try refining a true Heavenly Rank spiritual treasure."

He paused, then looked at Ying Huanhuan: "Tell me what style you want. Is it a longsword, a short blade, or something else? What color or pattern do you like? Tell me."

Ying Huanhuan was stunned for a while before she came to her senses, and a bright smile instantly bloomed on her little face.

"Really? Really? Senior brother, you keep your word?"

"Of course I keep my word."

"Then—" Ying Huanhuan tilted her head and thought for a moment, then suddenly leaned close to his ear and whispered a few words.

Lan He listened with a slight look of surprise, then nodded: "Okay, we'll do it your way."

Ying Huanhuan immediately smiled so hard her eyes curved into crescent moons, looking just like a little fox who had just stolen some fish.

Looking at her younger sister's appearance, Ying Xiaoxiao couldn't help but shake her head, but her eyes were filled with a hint of doting affection.

Soon after.

Inside the War King's Mansion, Lan He held Ling Qingzhu's hand and walked through the corridor toward Xin Li's residence.

"Sister Xinli watched me grow up since I was a child. After my mother left, she raised me single-handedly."

As Lan He walked, he said softly, "In this battle of Tianbei City, she was commendable for defending the city, but she also suffered a serious injury."

Ling Qingzhu nodded slightly, without saying a word, but tightened her grip on his hand.

The two arrived at Xinli's room, and Lanhe knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Xinli's voice came from inside.

Lan He pushed open the door and entered, but was slightly taken aback, as Xin Li was not the only one in the room.

Two familiar figures sat by the bed.

One was Jiang Xue, the senior disciple of Eagle Martial Arts School, dressed in a martial arts outfit, her brows and eyes revealing a touch of heroism. The other was her younger sister, Jiang Yinyin, a little girl with two pigtails, who was lying by the bed, staring at the newcomers with her big, round eyes.

"Brother Lanhe!"

Jiang Yinyin was the first to react. She jumped off the bed, ran to Lan He, hugged his leg, and looked up at him with a grin, saying, "Yinyin missed you so much!"

Lan He chuckled, bent down, and ruffled her hair. "What are you doing here, Yin Yin?"

"My sister brought me to visit Sister Xinli!"

Jiang Yinyin spoke confidently, then her gaze shifted to Ling Qingzhu behind Lan He, and her eyes widened even more. "Wow, this lady is so pretty!"

"Brother Lanhe, is this your wife?"

The room fell silent for a moment after those words.

Jiang Xue coughed lightly and glanced at her younger sister somewhat awkwardly. Xin Li leaned back on the bed, covering her mouth and chuckling softly.

Ling Qingzhu's expression remained aloof, but a faint blush crept onto the tips of her ears.

Lan He smiled and pinched Jiang Yinyin's little cheek, saying generously, "Yes, this is your sister Ling Qingzhu."

Jiang Yinyin blinked, then suddenly broke free from Lan He, ran to Ling Qingzhu, and looked up at her earnestly, saying, "Sister Qingzhu, you're so beautiful! More beautiful than anyone I've ever seen!"

Ling Qingzhu looked down at the little one, a hint of tenderness flashing in her clear, cool eyes. She leaned down slightly, reached out and gently touched Jiang Yinyin's face, and whispered, "You're beautiful too."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yinyin's eyes crinkled into a smile. Although she was no longer a naive little girl, she still couldn't hide her girlish joy when praised.

Jiang Xue shook her head helplessly, stood up and nodded to Lan He and Ling Qingzhu.

Xinli sat up straight and smiled at Lanhe: "Young Master is here."

Lan He stepped forward and carefully examined Xin Li's complexion. Seeing that it was much rosier than a few days ago, he was relieved.

"Sister Xinli, how's your injury healing?"

"Much better, she'll be fully recovered in a few more days."

Xinli smiled as the light crossed the Blue River and landed on Ling Qingzhu. A glance flashed in her eyes, and then she nodded in satisfaction. "Young Master has good taste."

Ling Qingzhu was slightly taken aback, then bowed slightly: "Greetings, Sister Xinli."

Xinli's eyes lit up, and her smile deepened.

"Miss Jiang Xue, please take Yin Yin out first. Sister Xin Li and I have something to discuss."

At this moment, Lan He turned around and looked at Jiang Xue, his tone gentle but with a hint of seriousness.

Jiang Xue was slightly taken aback, then nodded, stood up and pulled Jiang Yinyin up.

"All right."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yinyin pouted, but still nodded obediently.

Although she still looked like she was thirteen or fourteen, she was actually fifteen or sixteen. It was only because of the unique nature of being the reincarnation of the Lord of Life and Death that her appearance remained forever that age, but her mind was no longer that of the naive little girl she once was. She naturally understood that Lan He had something to discuss and wouldn't act unreasonably at this time.

Before leaving, she couldn't help but turn back to look at Lan He and whispered, "Brother Lan He, remember to come find me when you're done."

Lan He smiled and nodded.

Jiang Yinyin was satisfied and followed Jiang Xue out the door.

The door closed gently.

The room fell silent, leaving only Lan He, Ling Qingzhu, and Xin Li leaning against the bed.

Seeing Lan He's serious expression, Xin Li's smile faded slightly, and she said softly, "Young Master, what do you want to ask?"

Lan He sat down on the edge of the bed, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly said, "Sister Xinli, I want to know about my mother."

Xinli's eyes trembled slightly.

Lan He continued, "From childhood to adulthood, you've rarely mentioned her to me. I only know she came from the Demon Realm, nothing else—"

I know nothing about it.

He paused, looked up at Xinli, and said seriously, "I plan to go to the Demon Realm soon."

Upon hearing this, Xinli's expression slightly hardened.

She remained silent for a long while before letting out a soft sigh and slowly saying, "Young Master, you've grown up."

She leaned against the headboard, gazing out the window from the light, as if lost in a distant memory.

"The mistress—she comes from the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan of the Demon Realm."

As Xinli recounted her story, that long-buried past gradually resurfaced.

Like many stories, the young lady of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan, weary of the clan's complicated rules, secretly slipped away from the Demon Realm to travel. Later, she was injured in an accident, and it was then that she met the spirited young master of the War King's Mansion in the Eastern Xuan Region—a man who dared to love and hate, and was unconventional.

The two met and got to know each other, and what happened afterward was a natural progression.

The young lady acted willfully and married herself off to the Immortal Dynasty.

Lan He listened quietly, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes. He naturally knew that Xin Li hadn't elaborated on some things, but he didn't press further, simply nodding slightly: "I understand. I will make a trip to the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan in the Demon Realm sometime in the future."

He looked at Xinli and asked, "Sister Xinli, is there anything you need me to do?"

Xinli was slightly taken aback, then revealed a relieved smile.

"I was left behind by the mistress to take care of you," she said softly. "Now that the young master has grown up, he has his own path to walk and people he wants to protect—"

She glanced at Ling Qingzhu, her smile deepening.

"I should go back to my clan."

Lan He nodded slightly, showing no surprise. He had long guessed that Sister Xinli would eventually face this day.

"Then Sister Xinli will come with me."

Upon hearing this, Xinli's eyes reddened slightly, but she smiled and nodded: "Okay. Remember to take me with you before you set off, young master."

After leaving the room, I walked a distance.

Ling Qingzhu paused slightly, finally unable to hold back her words: "That Miss Xinli—she seems quite reluctant to part with you."

Lan He turned his head to look at her, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Yes, we grew up together, so naturally we have a deep bond."

Ling Qingzhu was silent for a moment, then asked, "Then why send her back to the Demon Realm? Wouldn't it be better to keep her by our side?"

"actually----"

"Actually what?"

Looking at her like this, Lan He's eyes flashed with a mischievous smile. He deliberately dragged out the last syllable, but his gaze remained fixed on her face.

Ling Qingzhu felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, and turned her face slightly away, but still gritted her teeth and finished speaking: "Actually—I don't mind."

Her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of being overheard.

Lan He was slightly taken aback, then couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" Ling Qingzhu's ears turned slightly red, but her tone remained cold. The blush had spread from her ears to her cheeks.

Lan He smiled and took her hand, gently cupping her slightly cool hand in his palm, and whispered, "I'm just laughing at you, you're overthinking it."

He paused, his smile fading, and said seriously, "Sister Xinli is reluctant to part with me, and naturally I am too. It's just that there's something in the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan that I think would be suitable for Sister Xinli, and I wanted to help her get it, which is why I agreed to take her back with me."

Upon hearing this, Ling Qingzhu lowered her eyes and remained silent.

She gently squeezed the hand he was holding, but couldn't bring herself to use force; it was more like a coquettish gesture.

Seeing her like this, Lan He couldn't help but lean closer and whisper, "What's wrong? Are you jealous?"

"----No."

Ling Qingzhu turned her face away, her tone still indifferent, but her slightly trembling eyelashes betrayed her.

Lan He didn't speak. He simply reached out and gently pinched her chin, turning her face back.

Ling Qingzhu was slightly taken aback, a hint of panic flashing in her clear, cold eyes.

The next moment, Lan He lowered his head and kissed her.

Ling Qingzhu froze completely, her fingertips curling slightly as he held her hand. She forgot to react, forgot to breathe, and felt her whole body go limp. If he hadn't been holding her, she probably wouldn't have been able to stand up.

After an unknown amount of time, Lan He slowly released her.

He looked into her eyes, which were glistening with tears, and a slight smile played on his lips: "Still saying no?"

Ling Qingzhu blushed, glared at him, and after a long while, finally managed to utter three words: "You lecherous scoundrel—"

Upon hearing this, Lan He was not annoyed at all; instead, his smile widened. He leaned closer and whispered, "So what if he's a lecher? A lecher who can snatch a fairy like you is one of a kind in the world."

Ling Qingzhu was speechless after his words, and could only continue to glare at him. But there was no trace of coldness in her eyes anymore; instead, they were filled with a mixture of shame and anger, and her eyes were glistening with tears.

Looking at her like this, Lanhe couldn't help but lower his head and gently kiss her forehead.

"Alright, I'm not teasing you anymore." He smiled and let go of her hand, but still held her fingertips. "Let's go, or someone will see us soon."

Ling Qingzhu bit her lip and turned her face away, but she didn't shake off his hand.

A few days later.

In a courtyard of the War King's Mansion.

Sunlight streamed down, making the courtyard serene and elegant. A stone table sat under the shade of a tree, neatly arranged with various refining materials, faintly glowing with spiritual light.

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Lan He sat upright at the desk, eyes closed, concentrating, trying to calm himself down.

Today he has two things to do: first, to forge a Heaven-Rank Spiritual Treasure for Ying Huanhuan; and second, to restore the two-handled longsword he obtained from the Sword Tomb to its original state.

In the courtyard, three figures took their seats.

Ying Huanhuan sat upright on the stone bench to the side, her hands supporting her chin, gazing at him expectantly with her little face full of anticipation.

Ling Qingzhu stood not far away, dressed in a green dress, her demeanor as aloof as frost. She didn't like joining in the fun, but Lan He's words, "Come and see my weapon-forging skills," kept her there. Now she was quietly watching him, her eyes gentle.

Jiang Yinyin sat on the stone steps on the other side, hugging her knees with both hands. Her big eyes darted around, curiously examining the materials on the table, and occasionally glancing at Lan He, her eyes full of wonder.

Just then, Ying Huanhuan suddenly stood up, walked up to Jiang Yinyin, and tilted her head to look her over.

"Little sister, haven't I seen you somewhere before?"

Jiang Yinyin blinked and tilted her head to look at her, a look of confusion on her face.

"I also feel like I've seen you somewhere before."

The two girls stared at each other, both looking somewhat bewildered, yet there was an inexplicable sense of closeness between them.

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