This Senior... Was No Ordinary Man

At this moment, Ling Jing wore a look of utter contentment. Taking advantage of his elder sister talking with the two elders from the Divine Sword Sect, he had secretly slipped out.

Yesterday had practically suffocated Ling Jing. He had thought that once they left the imperial city, he could play however he pleased, but after his sister met a Spirit Transformation senior that day, she had been afraid he would cause trouble here and refused to let him go anywhere.

Now, he had finally sneaked out.

When he arrived before Lie Chun, Ling Jing grinned and said:

"Ah, ah, get up already. Don't bother with these cumbersome formalities. You know I hate this sort of thing most."

After Lie Chun nodded slightly and rose, he still did not dare act presumptuously. Ling Jing was an Imperial Prince, the legitimate-born Imperial Prince of the Bei Lan Dynasty in Northern Province. The Bei Lan Dynasty had dozens of kingdoms under its command, each governing its own territory.

His own title of prince amounted to nothing before Ling Jing. What was more, the Blazing Dynasty was merely some remote, out-of-the-way existence within the Bei Lan Dynasty.

Ling Jing looked at Lie Chun before him and could not help grinning as he said:

"We haven't seen each other for more than ten years. Where are you headed?"

After thinking for a moment, Lie Chun answered truthfully:

"I'm preparing to pay a visit to a senior and ask him for some guidance."

A senior??

Ling Jing froze for a moment, then wore a strange expression the next second.

"Zhao Zilong of Changshan??"

Lie Chun had no idea what Ling Jing was talking about and looked utterly baffled.

"Who is that?"

Lie Chun could not possibly have remembered that senior's name incorrectly. His name was Jing Pu, but who was Zhao Zilong of Changshan?

Seeing Lie Chun's bewildered expression, Ling Jing curled his lips.

"Never mind. Let's go together. I've got nothing else to do anyway."

Seeing that Ling Jing wanted to come with him, Lie Chun suddenly hesitated. He knew exactly what kind of temperament Ling Jing had—he feared neither heaven nor earth, and as the Bei Lan Dynasty's only legitimate-born Imperial Prince, barring any unexpected events, he would become the next Emperor of the Bei Lan Dynasty in the future.

He was arrogant by nature, spoke recklessly without a second thought, and never considered anyone else's feelings. Most importantly, in Prince Ling Jing's eyes, aside from his imperial father, imperial mother, and that sister beautiful as a celestial maiden, he regarded no one else as worthy of notice.

If he brought Ling Jing along... what if this fellow angered the senior?

Seeing Lie Chun suddenly hesitate, Ling Jing raised an eyebrow.

"What, are you worried I'll cause trouble?"

"Don't worry. Once I get there, I won't say a word. I'll just stand to the side, and after you're done, you can take me around to have some fun."

Since Ling Jing had put it that way, Lie Chun could only nod. Along the way, Lie Chun told Ling Jing about everything he had seen and heard over the past two days.

Lie Chun did not believe for a second that Ling Jing would truly keep his mouth shut, but no matter what, Ling Jing absolutely could not reveal the senior's identity. Lie Chun knew that this senior was living here in seclusion and did not wish to expose his identity.

But... it seemed... the people of the Divine Sword Sect... more or less all knew about this senior already.

At this moment, Jing Pu was sitting in the courtyard, eating the little pastries he had brought back yesterday, drinking morning tea, and casually planning how he should plant crops in his yard.

Jing Pu was becoming more and more satisfied with his life. Even if he could not cultivate, he was still very content with his current life.

Perhaps the three years in Void Space had tempered him for too long, or perhaps things like his Dao Heart had reached the pinnacle, but Jing Pu's temperament was not impatient.

The hardest thing to endure during those three years had been loneliness. Now, although he could not cultivate, he had met Ling An'an, Ling Tiannan, Di Chen, and others.

Moreover, his skills were not truly worthless here. At the very least, Ling Tiannan and Di Chen greatly enjoyed his paintings. Jing Pu liked this feeling of having someone appreciate his talent.

After all, in Void Space, no matter how stunning or perfect anything Jing Pu did was, there had been no one to appreciate it and no one to share it with. It had been like walking through the night in embroidered clothes, eventually becoming dull and meaningless.

Outside Jing Pu's courtyard gate, Lie Chun was extremely nervous. He was about to meet this senior.

Meanwhile, Ling Jing curled his lips to the side, growing somewhat impatient.

Ling Jing did not know what Lie Chun was so afraid of. What was there to fear? The Blazing Dynasty was the sort of godforsaken place where birds did not even shit, and the number one sect in such a place naturally could not be all that impressive.

The Divine Sword Sect's sect master was merely at the peak of Spirit Emergence. It was nothing more than some tiny, insignificant sect.

Ling Jing did not think this so-called senior Lie Chun spoke of was particularly formidable or frightening.

Lie Chun stood at the gate and took deep breaths for half a minute, making Ling Jing anxious beyond measure. What the hell are you doing? Hurry up! Once you're done, take me out to play already!

At once, Ling Jing strode to the gate and began pounding on it with loud bangs while shouting:

"Is anyone home?!"

Ling Jing's sudden behavior scared Lie Chun half to death, and Lie Chun hurriedly moved to pull Ling Jing away.

But Ling Jing did not care in the slightest, continuing to pound the door as he said:

"It's fine, it's fine. If anything happens, I'll take responsibility. What are you afraid of?"

After two more loud bangs, the gate was suddenly pulled open from within, and Jing Pu appeared before Ling Jing and Lie Chun with a frown.

Jing Pu was damn well baffled. What the hell was this? Calling souls at the crack of dawn?!

Jing Pu's sudden appearance stunned both Lie Chun and Ling Jing. Dressed in flowing white, refined and graceful, lofty and exceptional, Jing Pu carried an unworldly ease about him that made the two feel as though they had fallen into a sea of mist.

Ling Jing, who had always been accustomed to acting arrogantly, suddenly fell silent. The aura around Jing Pu made his heart tremble slightly.

Especially now, with Jing Pu somewhat displeased and frowning at him, Ling Jing felt the same way he did whenever he had made a mistake and his imperial father beat him with a stick.

Along the way, Lie Chun had told Ling Jing quite a bit about what he had seen and heard these past days, but Ling Jing had not taken any of it to heart. After all, in a godforsaken place like this, he did not believe there could truly be any great expert.

Ling Jing had simply thought Lie Chun had never seen the world, but when he truly laid eyes on Jing Pu, he was dumbfounded. This senior... was no ordinary man.

Fortunately, Lie Chun reacted swiftly. After freezing for a moment, he promptly bowed with reverence.

"Senior, I am Lie Chun, the chief senior disciple of the Divine Sword Sect. My master is the sect master of the Divine Sword Sect."

At this point, Lie Chun glanced at Ling Jing beside him, who no longer dared say another word. Lie Chun inwardly curled his lips. It was hard to imagine that Ling Jing could have such an obedient moment too.

Lie Chun immediately added, "This one... this one is not from our Divine Sword Sect. He is an outsider named Ling Jing."

Lie Chun's meaning was simple: this person had absolutely nothing to do with the Divine Sword Sect. If the senior wished to be angry, he must not let it spill over onto the Divine Sword Sect.

Jing Pu raised his brows and looked at Ling Jing, who stood before him with his head lowered, lightly gritting his teeth as he tried hard to meet Jing Pu's gaze.

At the end of the day, Ling Jing had seen the world. Setting others aside, his own imperial father was a late-stage Tribulation Crossing cultivator, one of the foremost figures in Northern Province. Thus, Ling Jing was not afraid of Jing Pu. Of course, not being afraid did not mean he remained as rude as before; he had become much more well-behaved.

Looking at Ling Jing, Jing Pu felt that... he had seen this fellow somewhere before.

Was he one of the people riding that massive demonic beast that night?

Jing Pu was not entirely certain. Mainly because they had merely passed each other, and there had also been an incomparably beautiful young girl atop that enormous demonic beast. Jing Pu had been busy looking at that girl, and had only casually glanced at the youth beside her.

Still, that did not matter. Jing Pu did not know what the two had come here for, but since they had arrived, they should go inside and talk. There was no reason to keep people standing at the gate.

Jing Pu immediately nodded, turned, and walked toward the courtyard.

"Then come in. Have you eaten breakfast? Would you like to have some with me?"

After saying that, Jing Pu remembered. Right... these people did not eat meals. He immediately changed his words.

"Come have some tea with me instead."

As Jing Pu walked into the courtyard, Lie Chun and Ling Jing followed behind him, the two curiously examining everything in the yard.

Just as they withdrew their gazes and followed Jing Pu toward the small pavilion, they saw several hoes, pickaxes, and shovels casually laid outside the pavilion.

The moment they saw those farming tools, the two froze, then stopped where they stood as though they had seen a ghost.

This??!!

Holy shit?!!

Hoes made from Golden Pearl Iron?