Junior Ling Yan Pays His Respects to Senior

The night fell like a giant curtain, swallowing all traces of light. The darkness was thick as ink, the sky like a still, deep sea.

Only a sliver of moonlight pierced the heavy night.

The attic in the backyard of Duke Fu's Mansion was brightly lit, but the surrounding courtyard was pitch black and silent, save for the chirping of insects.

That attic was like the only light in the darkness.

On the third-floor terrace inside the building, Ling Yan sat in the center. His eyes were sharp, and his posture exuded an aura of dominance and freedom, a stark contrast to his usual approachable demeanor.

He had prepared for the worst. Perhaps he would die here today. He wanted to use his life to buy his descendants even a sliver of a chance to live, even if it was just a thread of hope.

He lowered his head and looked at the corner of his clothes, which he was fiddling with in his left hand. He smiled faintly. The robe he wore, a Divine Weapon, was his only gain from that ruin.

The Mysterious Feather Dao Robe.

One shouldn't be too greedy!

Ling Yan sighed inwardly.

It was precisely because of this Divine Weapon that he had been tricked by the formations in that ruin. He had barely escaped with his life, and he had been severely wounded by an evil entity, its malevolent energy entering his body and corroding his meridians and soul.

Since then, he had possessed the cultivation but had become a cripple.

Yet, it was also this robe that had protected him for thirty years, preventing others from discovering his true condition. It contained the power of heaven and earth and could conceal his body, offering unparalleled defense.

No one from the Imperial Clan or other ducal mansions had discovered his real situation.

In fact, under normal circumstances, Ling Yan, having acquired a defensive Divine Weapon, would have been even stronger.

Thus, after this news spread, the prestige of his Duke Fu's Mansion had risen even higher.

Truly, karma was a cycle.

Behind Ling Yan, Flying Eagle lay flat on the ground, spread out like a starfish, his left cheek pressed against the ground. His eyes stared at the wall beside him, motionless.

He blinked occasionally, proving he was still alive.

Ever since noon, when Ling Ying had infused him with a stream of True Qi, Flying Eagle had lost feeling in his limbs and couldn't even use his True Qi.

After being held for a while, he was brought here and had been lying there from noon until midnight.

In between, Ling Yan and Ling Feng had asked him some questions, but Flying Eagle had remained silent.

Brother Eagle remained silent, simply continuing to lie there.

Go ahead and kick me, you'll just get it back.

He knew he would be fine, at least until that person arrived.

No matter what, he had his pride. In his current state, there was still room for negotiation.

If they killed him, what would that achieve? A declaration of intent through death? Then there would be nothing to discuss.

Moreover, he believed that if he died, His Highness and the Divine Marquis would avenge him, and the entire Duke Fu's Mansion would go down with him.

Talk about a massive profit!

Yes, Flying Eagle was the Iron Claw Flying Eagle of the Dragon Guard Manor.

As for whether he would be in trouble after that person arrived, he wasn't worried at all.

When the masked figure that the Divine Marquis mentioned arrived, if anyone in Duke Fu's Mansion could still kill him, Flying Eagle would kneel and call them grandpa.

With such strength, why would they be a Duke? They would be a top-tier force like the Li Family, wouldn't they? They wouldn't deign to be below the Imperial Clan.

At this moment, Flying Eagle could only stare at the wall with a helpless expression, shouting in his heart.

Sir, why haven't you arrived yet?

Duke Protector Ling Feng, whose position was slightly lower than Ling Yan's, and the steward Ling Ying sat on Ling Yan's left and right sides. Their faces were tense, their auras surging, ready for battle at any moment.

Their divine senses spread out, and anyone who dared to appear in Duke Fu's Mansion would be detected immediately. They knew that tonight might be the night that decided the fate of Duke Fu's Mansion.

Their divine senses perceived everything within Duke Fu's Mansion, and they also saw Ling Chen sitting on the roof not far away.

At this moment, Ling Chen sat on the roof of his courtyard, gazing at the attic where his great-grandfather resided. Ever since Flying Eagle had been exposed, his father and the others had been staying there. He didn't know what was happening, and with his cultivation, he couldn't help.

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He had gone to look, but his father and the others had only looked grave and unwilling to say more, telling him to go back.

He sensed that his great-grandfather and father seemed to be waiting for someone. After returning, he had stayed on the roof, watching that attic.

"What's so interesting about being here? Why not go and see them in person?"

As Ling Chen's thoughts raced, a deep voice suddenly came from behind him, startling him.

He turned around and saw a man wearing a bamboo hat and a mask standing behind him. Looking into his eyes, Ling Chen couldn't help but feel an urge to worship him.

Cold, domineering – this was Ling Chen's first impression.

Celestial Phenomenon Realm. Ling Chen had an answer in his heart. The aura of the person before him was incomparable to that of his father or Uncle Ying. He also knew that this was the person his great-grandfather and father were waiting for.

"Greetings, Senior." Ling Chen quickly stood up and bowed to Yuan Tiangang.

At the same time, his gaze flickered towards the attic. He was a little confused. Even if his father and the others couldn't detect him, why hadn't his great-grandfather made any move?

Could it be that his great-grandfather, also a Celestial Phenomenon Realm expert, was inferior to the person before him? Unable to detect him?

Still think it's unnecessary?

Yuan Tiangang didn't say much, his figure disappeared and reappeared inside the pavilion.

Ling Chen, seeing the person vanish without a trace, wasn't surprised. Knowing he had gone to find his great-grandfather, he turned and bowed towards the pavilion before sitting down.

Yuan Tiangang's figure appeared before them. The three immediately stood up. Ling Yan frowned and stared directly at Yuan Tiangang, but couldn't discern anything. Ling Feng and Ling Ying felt as if they were facing a great enemy; their divine senses hadn't detected the arrival of this person!

Yet, the person was standing right in front of them.

Their minds hadn't detected him, but their eyes saw him. The person was right there.

Yuan Tiangang ignored the three and looked towards Flying Eagle. Flying Eagle, who had been lying on the ground, floated up and drifted before Yuan Tiangang.

Feeling himself float, Flying Eagle looked up and saw Yuan Tiangang before him. Knowing this was the esteemed adult the Divine Marquis had spoken of, tears immediately welled up in his eyes.

"Flying Eagle greets you, sir."

"You've done well."

Yuan Tiangang said only this, then pointed his right index finger at Flying Eagle's forehead.

As Yuan Tiangang pointed, Flying Eagle felt his limbs return.

As Yuan Tiangang withdrew his True Qi, Flying Eagle rapidly plummeted towards the ground.

Flying Eagle's True Qi struck the ground, and he used the force to perform a backflip, landing steadily behind Yuan Tiangang.

At this moment, Flying Eagle was no longer the helpless figure lying on the ground. His face was filled with an irrepressible spirit and beaming with smiles as he looked at Ling Yan and the other two.

Yuan Tiangang looked at Ling Ying first.

"Was it you who attacked?"

Ling Ying was initially confused, then remembered it was Flying Eagle. Just as he was about to speak.

A gentle breeze swept past Yuan Tiangang and towards Ling Ying. Ling Ying's body first bent forward, but it was as if he was struck from behind, collapsing forward onto the ground and spitting a mouthful of blood.

Ling Ying lay on the ground, his chest and back aching, coughing up blood incessantly.

When the wind came, Ling Ying's chest suffered a heavy blow. The moment his body flew backward, he felt another immense force from behind, driving him forward onto the ground.

All of this happened in an instant. Ling Feng reacted and was about to make a move when a pressure descended upon him. He felt as if he were carrying a giant mountain on his back, pressed down to his knees. He wanted to get up but couldn't.

"Ah!" Ling Ying, already injured, let out a groan as the pressure descended, his face contorted in pain.

Ling Yan and Yuan Tiangang hadn't made a move. They were both incapacitated, unable to withstand his pressure.

If they had attacked, they wouldn't need to wait for death; the feast could begin immediately.

He merely revealed his aura to make that fellow understand.

Ling Yan looked at Ling Feng, then at Ling Ying. He carefully sensed the power within the heavens and earth, his face filled with disbelief.

"Did you see clearly?"

It wasn't until Yuan Tiangang's voice rang out that Ling Yan snapped back to reality. He gave a wry smile and respectfully bowed to Yuan Tiangang.

"Junior Ling Yan greets Senior. I did not expect you to visit personally. May I ask the reason for your visit?"