MEIWITA Chapter 710: Ming Xiu Arrives

While Lou Mu Yan was chatting with the Ancestor of the Feng Clan, the Patriarch of the Feng Clan walked in with an unparalleled, handsome man in a flamboyant red brocade robe.

He was unbridled and flamboyant, with a confident and domineering aura all over his body, coupled with that devilishly peerless face, he was the focus of attention wherever he went.

Ming Xiu and Lou Mu Yan first exchanged a tacit smile, then he respectfully saluted to the Ancestor of the Feng Clan as a junior.

“Ming Xiu greets Ancestor Feng.”

The Ancestor of the Feng Clan cast his eyes on Ming Xiu in scrutiny as soon as he arrived, and ultimately, he had to admit that this man had unlimited potential. His appearance and temperament were impeccable, and he was simply perfect to the extreme. He indeed matched Lou Mu Yan.

“No need, sit.”

Ming Xiu walked to the seat between the two and sat down, his eyes falling on the go board they had just finished playing.

“Stinky brat, can you play go?” The Ancestor of the Feng Clan had an approachable attitude towards Ming Xiu.

Ming Xiu replied with a smile: “I know a thing or two.”

“Come play a match with this old man.”

“Yes.”

So Lou Mu Yan consciously got up and let Ming Xiu play go with the Ancestor of the Feng Clan.

The two of them went back and forth, and played for more than four hours before finally finishing the game, and ultimately, Ming Xiu won.

“Filled with murderous intentions lurking everywhere, and patience and thoughtfulness—as expected of the son of that cunning Emperor Ming.” The Ancestor of the Feng Clan wasn’t angered that Ming Xiu won, but was instead in a good mood.

He was a thousand years older than Emperor Ming. Although Emperor Ming’s cultivation base was comparable to his, and might even be above his strength, but he was still a junior in his eyes.

Not a junior in terms of cultivation realm, but purely a comparison of age.

“Ancestor overpraises.” Ming Xiu smiled.

“Why are you here this time? My Yan girl hasn’t married you yet.” The Ancestor of the Feng Clan meant that this hadn’t become his in-law family yet.

Ming Xiu’s expression remained unchanged, with a smile on his face the entire time.

He took out a box made of ice crystal essence and placed it on the table, saying: “Emperor Father once said that he would give the Ling’yuan Fruit he obtained to Yan’er, so today I’m mainly here to give the fruit.”

If he said that he came here mainly to see Lou Mu Yan, he’d definitely be harassed by the Feng Clan, although that was indeed his true purpose.

If Emperor Ming heard his precious son say this, he’d definitely not know whether to laugh or cry. It was obvious that this stinky brat missed his wife, so he shamelessly and relentlessly extorted all his Ling’yuan Fruit to give to his wife—and he was unabashed enough to use him as an excuse again.

The Ancestor of the Feng Clan had also heard that Lou Mu Yan was a grade 8 spiritual wine master, and his eyes lit up when he saw the Ling’yuan Fruit.

“Girl, I still have some level 8 spiritual fruits for brewing wine, I’ll give them to you as well.” The Ancestor of the Feng Clan took out more than a dozen boxes made of ice crystal essence and placed them on the table.

Lou Mu Yan wasn’t polite either. She opened them one by one before him, and her dark eyes grew brighter and brighter the more she looked.

“Thank you ancestor, you two talk first, I’ll go brew some jugs of spiritual wine.” Lou Mu Yan also liked alchemy and brewing wine. Seeing so many level 8 spiritual fruits, she couldn’t resist feeling a little itchy.

Moreover, there weren’t many days left until she reported to the Mercenary Union. She also wanted to use this free time to brew more spiritual wine and refine some pills to give to Ancestor, her uncle, and the others as a meeting gift.

Since coming to the Feng Clan, she had already received a lot of presents, so she wanted to give something back.

“Haha, this little girl.” The Ancestor of the Feng Clan said with a smile: “Go, don’t forget this old man’s share when it’s brewed.”

At their age, there was basically no one who didn’t like to drink spiritual wine.

“By the way, brew some extra, so that this old man can use it to entertain a few old friends during the two-day recognition banquet so that they’ll be envious.” Lou Mu Yan was his junior, so he naturally wouldn’t be polite.

Thinking of the jealous, envious, and hateful gazes of those old things, he felt a sense of smugness and joy.

Lou Mu Yan said with a smile: “Don’t worry, I’ll definitely let Ancestor drink to your fill.”

Sometimes, when people grew older, they would occasionally show some childish temper. The so-called ‘old children’ were just like the Ancestor of the Feng Clan and his close friends.

Lou Mu Yan hurriedly carried the spiritual fruit to brew spiritual wine away, and the Ancestor of the Feng Clan chatted with Ming Xiu.

“How’s your Emperor Father right now?”

Ming Xiu replied with a smile: “Emperor Father is very good. He asks me to say hello to Ancestor this time, and this is a gift he prepared for Ancestor.”

Then, Ming Xiu took out a blue-patterned jade bottle and handed it to the Ancestor of the Feng Clan.

The Ancestor of the Feng Clan opened the bottle cap, and a refreshing fragrance with strong spiritual energy overflowed. He immediately closed the cap and said with a smile: “Your Emperor Father is very thoughtful.”

He didn’t think that Emperor Ming would even bring out the Ten-Thousand Year Spiritual Milk divine rank spiritual item in order for Ming Xiu to gain his approval—it truly lived up to the reputation Emperor Ming had of pampering his son like a treasure.

“I’ve heard what her mother said about you and Yan girl. The most important thing for you at the moment is to work hard to improve your cultivation and strength.”

The Ancestor of the Feng Clan paused, then said with a sigh: “The Foreign Battlefield is about to open, you young geniuses should go out and hone your skills.”

The smile in Ming Xiu’s eyes subsided, as deep as the sea. He was silent for a moment before he promised: “I will ensure that Yan’er returns safely with me at the time.”

The smile on the Feng Clan’s Ancestor’s face grew deeper and deeper, and he admired Ming Xiu’s intelligence, “This old man believes that you will do what you say.”

Their Feng Clan couldn’t lose a peerless genus like Lou Mu Yan, but the rules had been established for over hundreds of thousands of years, and no clan nor force on the continent could evade or counteract them.

“I definitely will.” As Emperor Ming’s most beloved son, Ming Xiu naturally knew of many secrets about the Continent.

“This old man was also fortunate to have participated in the opening of the last Foreign Battlefield. By chance, I was also able to comprehend the laws to breakthrough to Celestial Unification Realm.”

The Ancestor of the Feng Can paused, then continued: “That place is a place where geniuses of countless races fell. It’s also the place where countless geniuses rose. Since it’s unavoidable, then fight for it.”

The outcome of the Foreign Battlefield completely determined the many secrets and the future of Guang’ling Realm. In the face of righteousness, no clan was allowed to hide anything, so all the outstanding genius pupils would be selected and sent to the battlefield. Even he and Emperor Ming, powerhouses who stood at the peak of the Continent, were powerless to interfere and change it.

There was no other way. It couldn’t he helped, Lou Mu Yan and the others just happened to meet the opening time this year.

“Ancestor, don’t worry, Yan’er and I both like excitement, and it might not be a bad thing to be selected and teleported to the Foreign Battlefield.” Ming Xiu said with a confident smile.

“You’re sure optimistic. You young people are filled with vigour. But that’s good, only with such aggressiveness can you go higher and farther.” The Ancestor of the Feng Clan felt that Ming Xiu was more pleasing to the eye the more he looked. He just liked this kind of junior with vigour.

The two stopped talking about this topic. After all, the specific opening time hadn’t yet been determined, so it was useless for them to talk more about it.

So they chatted casually about anything and everything.

Not long after, Lou Mu Yan also brought over the brewed spiritual wine.

The Ancestor of the Feng Clan said ‘good’ thrice after just one sip.

“Alright now, you two little fellows must be bored accompanying this old man, you can leave first.” The Ancestor of the Feng Clan held the several pots of spiritual wine and started to chase them away.

Lou Mu Yan and Ming Xiu looked at each other with a smile and stood up, “Yes.”

So the two left hand in hand and went to Lou Mu Yan’s cultivation residence.