Leng Family Grand Banquet · One

Seven days later, the Leng Family estate.

"Hey! Old Su, why do you barge into a lady's room without knocking!"

Na'er, who had been curled up under her covers, sensed Su Jiu's uninvited presence immediately. She scrambled to wrap herself in the quilt, glaring at him as if he were a thief. Her body tensed, quietly gathering strength as if preparing for a thunderous strike.

Hiss-ha!

Achoo!

"Heh~ Na'er, you have the nerve to say that? The sun is already hitting your backside, and you're still not awake? Don't tell me you've forgotten what day it is?"

Su Jiu looked Na'er up and down—the kind of gaze he reserved for appreciating beauties.

However, it vanished in an instant.

Plain and unremarkable. Aside from being excessively cute, there was nothing left but the black-bellied, bratty nature hidden beneath that adorable exterior. Such a Na'er failed to stir even the slightest physiological desire in Su Jiu.

Na'er instantly understood what Su Jiu's look implied, and she was not happy about it.

"Old Su, what is that look supposed to mean? You're looking down on me, aren't you!"

No sooner had Na'er finished speaking than Su Jiu tossed a small, exquisite silver child's qipao onto her head.

The fabric was a delicate, dark-patterned soft satin with a faint pearlescent sheen. The collar and edges were embroidered with a ring of pale purple dragon patterns; the dragon scales were densely woven with silver thread, while the dragon's whiskers and tail were adorned with fine purple crystal tassels. They shimmered with a soft light at the slightest movement, making the little qipao look both lively and noble.

If she tied her hair into two buns, it would be cute...

"Your Brother Su here isn't interested in little brats. Come back in ten years or so, little potato."

"Also, don't let people make a joke out of me today, my little child bride..."

He left after saying this. He was a very busy man today and didn't have much time to bicker with the Little Silver Dragon.

As for whether Na'er would actually wear the qipao, with A-Jiu—who was currently being controlled by A-Qi's sub-routines—there to help, even if Na'er was clumsy, she should be able to put it on... right?

At ten in the morning, representatives from various soul master families began arriving at the Leng Family estate to offer their congratulations.

Because Leng Yaozhu had not set any restrictions, the scale of this banquet was even greater than the recent wedding of Chen Xinjie and Long Yeyue, with a bustling, noisy atmosphere to match!

Worried about the Holy Spirit Cult launching a surprise attack and trapping them like turtles in a jar?

Brother, stop joking. The land they were standing on was Shrek City!

Excluding those three "Little Boy" special factors, Shrek Academy, the Spirit Pagoda headquarters, the Tang Sect main residence, and various super families were all entrenched here. It is no exaggeration to say that this was the safest piece of territory on the entire Douluo Planet—bar none!

Countless soul masters gathered here from all corners of the world, just to see with their own eyes and confirm with their own ears what kind of grace and bearing the newly emerged, number one person in the world possessed.

The reason was simple: it all stemmed from the rumors outside that Leng Wuduan had used his level 96 Super Douluo cultivation to defeat the previous number one in the world, the Limit Douluo and quasi-god, Yun Ming!

Who was Yun Ming?

He was the universally acknowledged number one in the entire Douluo Continent, encompassing both the Douluo Continent and the Star Dou Continent—the household name, the Heaven-Propping Douluo!

Now, when such a rumor appeared, their first impression was naturally that it was just gossip. It was difficult enough for a level 96 to fight a level 97, let alone a quasi-god at the peak of level 99!

Wasn't that just blowing hot air?

You might as well say that Yu Dashu personally destroyed the Martial Soul Hall; that would be more believable.

It wasn't until the current master of the Spirit Pagoda, Qiangu Dongfeng, very consciously appeared in person to clarify for Su Jiu, and Shrek Academy failed to offer any rebuttal, that the public finally began to believe it.

It wasn't that Qiangu Dongfeng was particularly fond of those belonging to the Spirit Pagoda, or that his resentment over Su Jiu stealing the "Phoenix" had vanished.

In his heart, his grudge against Su Jiu didn't even rank high; the ones truly leading the pack were Shrek Academy and Yun Ming!

Why not do Su Jiu a favor, and in the process, openly, fairly, and reasonably trample on the so-called face and glory of Shrek Academy and Yun Ming? Why wouldn't he?

After all, such opportunities were rare!

Today, Leng Yaozhu was dressed in a form-fitting crimson qipao, much like the woman herself.

The fabric was like congealed clouds and flowing fire, tightly outlining her exquisite and graceful figure. A golden Sky Phoenix with wings spread as if to take flight was embroidered on the robe; the phoenix feathers were so detailed and lifelike that it seemed as if it would break through the fabric and soar into the sky at any moment.

The qipao accentuated her curves, making her look even more enchanting and alluring. It was full of charm yet retained a sharp edge. One glance was enough to be struck by her sexiness, causing the hearts of countless men present to race, their gazes unable to look away.

Yet, she remained completely out of place with the secular world—cold, distant, and carrying an invisible boundary.

Even if she was full of charm, she could only be viewed from afar, not approached. She made people dare only to look up in reverence, never to profane.

"Ya Li is here! Come, come, sit over here!"

The representative sent by Shrek Academy for this grand banquet was still Ya Li.

On one hand, she had to represent the face of Shrek Academy; for a banquet of such significant and extraordinary meaning, it was usually attended by the past Sea God Pavilion Masters.

On the other hand, Yun Ming had just been defeated. He had been invincible for too long, suppressing too many peerless geniuses of his generation. Among them, there were certainly no shortage of people like Qiangu Dongfeng who had been suppressed for a long time and wanted to gloat.

As Yun Ming's virtuous wife and the Deputy Pavilion Master of the Sea God Pavilion, even if she knew this was a "Hongmen Banquet," she had to stand up bravely to share the pressure for Yun Ming.

"Yaozhu, you look beautiful today! You really look like you did when you were eighteen..."

Ya Li walked over upon hearing this, ignoring the cold sarcasm and gloating directed at Yun Ming nearby. She wore a healing smile and gave her praise without reservation.

"As Wuduan's wife, and also as the Matriarch of the Leng Family, isn't it only natural to put effort into these things?"

Leng Yaozhu covered her mouth and laughed, her brows filled with pride and happiness.

Ya Li froze for a brief moment, then sighed, the smile at the corners of her lips carrying a mix of bitterness and sincere blessing. Wasn't this exactly how she used to be?

"Congratulations, Leng Yaozhu. Your wish from back then to marry the number one person on the continent has come true. Your life is complete now, isn't it?"

Just then, Su Jiu, dressed in a form-fitting black Zhongshan suit, walked out from the main hall, holding Na'er, who had been meticulously dressed up by A-Qi to look like a porcelain doll.

"Na'er, remember to cooperate with me later, okay? I'll satisfy whatever you want to eat afterward!"

"Hee hee~ Brother Su, leave it to Na'er. You can rest easy!"

It wasn't for anything else; Na'er had promised Su Jiu beforehand. She was an honest dragon, after all—it was definitely not because of the delicious food Su Jiu mentioned!

"Eh! Yaozhu, who is that in your husband's arms?"

In truth, Ya Li had always been incredibly curious about Na'er's identity. To be honest, she also wanted to have such a cute little doll.

"My younger sister, Na'er, and also Wuduan's child bride."

"Ah???"

Leng Yaozhu's answer instantly left Ya Li stunned, the smile on her face stiffening.

Just now, she hadn't misheard, had she?

Or was it...

"Ya Li, you heard right. You know that half of my life has already passed, while Wuduan's life has only just begun. One day, when I am gone, I don't want him to be left alone in this world, and I fear even more that he... So, with Na'er by his side, I can rest easy..."

Leng Yaozhu said this because she didn't want to admit the fact that she was the third party; clearly, she was the senior one!

"Wife, what are you chatting about with His Holiness of the Holy Spirit?"

"Na'er, come to sister."

Leng Yaozhu took Na'er from Su Jiu's arms, her posture incredibly doting, as if she were treating her not like a sister, but like a daughter.

The two of them, one big and one small, one red and one silver, one phoenix and one dragon, looked incredibly pleasing to the eye.

"Husband, I'll keep my sister here with me. You go ahead and receive the guests first..."

Just then, the War God Temple, representing the pride of the Federation and led by Chen Xinjie, stepped inside. There were eighteen of them in total, giving the Leng Family plenty of face.

However, what Su Jiu found extremely baffling was, what on earth was that silk banner they were holding in their hands?