Chapter 43: Qingling Sect

The next day.

Ning Shengsheng was woken up early in the morning by Songgao.

“Princess, His Majesty says we depart in two hours.”

“Okay~”

She yawned, still extremely sleepy, and let Songgao and Zaoni help her wash and dress.

After changing, she ate steamed buns.

Songgao was very detailed; she also sent the daily breakfast to Xue Chen, knowing the princess valued the hostage prince.

Ning Shengsheng finished eating and went out.

Xue Chen was already waiting in the courtyard.

The young man’s black hair was tied in a ponytail, with a ribbon that faded from white to green hanging loosely over his shoulder. He was wrapped in a green robe that accentuated his lean and straight figure.

This outfit was very youthful and energetic.

It was very different from before.

“Good morning, Xue Wuyin!” She bounced over to him, tilting her head back to greet him.

“Good morning, Your Highness.”

Xue Chen looked down at her, the corners of his mouth gradually curving up.

Zaoni whispered into Songgao’s ear, “The Princess and Hostage Prince Xue are such a good match. Both are so good-looking.”

“Shh, we must not discuss our masters.”

Songgao said this, then cleared her throat and leaned closer to Zaoni. “Actually, I think so too.”

“Hehe…”

The two of them didn’t know why, but seeing the princess and the hostage prince standing together made them incredibly happy.

Upon arriving at the Cold Jade Hall.

Ning Xuan saw Xue Chen and his face turned black again.

Xue Chen ignored it, leaned a bit closer to Ning Shengsheng, and smiled gently and elegantly, “This humble subject greets Your Majesty.”

“An’an, why did you bring him again?”

Ning Xuan narrowed his eyes dangerously, wishing he could pry open his sister’s little head to see how much of it was occupied by this Xue Chen.

“Older Brother, I just want Xue Chen to come along~” Ning Shengsheng hugged Ning Xuan’s arm and acted spoiled.

The Emperor of Great Ning ate this up.

neither of them noticed Xue Chen behind them. The corners of his mouth still held a faint smile, but his pupils were terrifyingly black.

His gaze landed on Ning Xuan’s arm.

He turned away, his smile filled with profound meaning.

Just as the three were setting off.

Nangong Jinghong hurried over and pulled Ning Shengsheng aside.

She gave her a letter.

“I must trouble Your Highness to deliver this letter to Hua Qingxue of Broken Cloud Peak.”

“Hua Qingxue?” Ning Shengsheng remembered this name. “Will such a formidable person see me?”

“If you mention the name ‘Jinghong’, he will see you.”

“I know, got it!”

Ning Shengsheng waved her hand and boarded the flying ship.

That’s right!

She had been transmigrated for so long, but this was her first time riding a flying ship.

In Ning Xuan’s words, spirit stones were a scarce resource, so usually, a carriage was fine. But now that they were representing Great Ning to go to the Qingling Sect, they naturally had to have some prestige.

It was worth throwing in a few thousand spirit stones.

“An’an, how is this flying ship I forged?”

Ning Shengsheng took a tour and praised, “I can see it. You wished you could put every treasure on display here.”

East Sea pearls, South Sea red coral.

Everywhere the eye could see, gems glittered.

She asked seriously, “Older Brother, do you want to blind the eyes of the Qingling Sect disciples?”

“Tsk, how can you say that, little girl? I am the Emperor of Great Ning. Wearing gold and silver and filling the room with brilliance is perfectly normal.”

Ning Shengsheng scanned him up and down.

“Indeed, full of brilliance.”

“Older Brother, did you move the East Sea onto your head? Wearing so many pearls and gems.”

“Ning! An!”

Ning Xuan was so angry smoke nearly came out of his seven orifices. He grabbed Ning Shengsheng’s ear and gritted his teeth, “You used to draw ghost talismans all over your face every day, did I say anything?”

“I was wrong, Older Brother, I was really wrong.”

“Your taste is top-notch.”

The brother and sister bickered noisily.

The palace maids and eunuchs stood behind them, snickering.

Shuangxi sighed in his heart. It was better outside; in the palace, everyone became unlike themselves.

Xue Chen also had to admit.

No matter what kind of emperor Ning Xuan was, he truly valued family affection.

Much better than Xue Heng.

…

The Qingling Sect was not far from Qionglin Garden to begin with.

And the flying ship was fast.

In less than half a day, Ning Shengsheng and her party arrived at the Qingling Sect.

Two rows of disciples stood before the mountain gate.

The leader was Ling Hegui.

The female disciples wore blue and white sect uniforms, while the male disciples wore black and white.

Their skirts were light and airy, full of immortal energy.

It really felt like cultivating immortality.

She finally had a tangible sense of transmigrating into a xuanhuan novel. Before, her travels were all by carriage. Subduing the bone demon had only brought fear.

Unlike now.

She wasn’t on a plane, but just standing on a ship, flying so fast!

It would be so cool to see someone flying on a sword with her own eyes one day!

She looked down at her own opulent attire, feeling like a mortal who had accidentally intruded into a fairyland.

“Your Majesty, Master has been waiting in Guangyi Hall for a long time.”

Ling Hegui cupped his hands in greeting.

Ning Xuan raised his left hand slightly. “Trouble Hegui to lead the way.”

Presumably, the rules of the Qingling Sect were very strict.

Along the way.

Ning Shengsheng saw disciples practicing swords, refining medicine, and drawing talismans.

All of them looked straight ahead without distraction.

She thought to herself, If there was an earthquake, would this group of people finish a set of sword techniques before running?

She shook her head.

Throwing away her miscellaneous thoughts.

Xue Chen walked beside her. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed her expression. He didn’t know what she was thinking, smiling one moment and shaking her head the next.

He was watching Ning Shengsheng.

The female disciples practicing swords on both sides were watching him.

The Qingling Sect had many sword cultivators who wore the sect’s black and white robes all year round. They rarely saw a young man like a green bamboo, not to mention one so excessively beautiful.

Ning Shengsheng thought they were practicing swords.

In reality, they had already exploded with chatter, using spiritual transmission to discuss among themselves. Some talked about Xue Chen’s beauty, some discussed Ning Xuan’s imposing aura, and some asked about Ning Shengsheng.

They heard she was the most favored princess of Great Ning.

Some were envious.

At the same age, they were bitterly cultivating, while Ning Shengsheng had everything just by relying on her brother.

Once the Great Ning group entered Guangyi Hall.

The Qingling Sect disciples stopped, gathered together, and chattered noisily.

Ling Hegui came out from inside, his tone severe: “Can’t even pretend for a day? Forgot what the Sect Leader said?”

“We were wrong.”

A group of people. One second they were wrong, the next second they crowded over, asking all at once.

“Senior Brother Ling, who is the young man in the green shirt? Is he also from Great Ning?”

“Senior Brother, the Sect Leader always says there are bad people down the mountain, but we saw them from afar and they looked so beautiful.”

“They don’t look bad!”

“Exactly, when can we go down the mountain to cultivate too?”

Ling Hegui’s ears were buzzing.

He pulled out the Po Wang Sword (Demon-Slaying Sword) on his back.

He slashed out a sword aura.

“What kind of behavior is this! Guests arrive and you show your true colors?”

Seeing the Eldest Senior Brother truly angry.

The crowd dispersed, keeping straight faces as they continued to practice swords.

However—

Their hearts had long flown away.

Ling Hegui shook his head helplessly and went to find his Second Junior Sister.

…

Inside Guangyi Hall.

A man with a head full of silver hair sat at the head seat.

Although his hair was white, his face looked like a young man’s.

He looked a bit like Ling Hegui.

This must be the Sect Leader of Qingling Sect, Ling Hegui’s father, Ling Jue Shangren.

“Ning Xuan little friend, long time no see!”

Ling Jue Shangren spoke.

Ning Xuan cupped his hands. “Sect Leader Ling, I hear that your noble sect’s young disciples are full of talent. It is all due to the Sect Leader’s guidance.”

“Where, where.”

Two sentences of praise made Ling Jue Shangren come down personally to welcome them.

Her brother’s social attributes were maxed out outside!

“This is… An’an?”

Ling Jue Shangren turned around, looking at her kindly.

Ning Xuan gave a signal with his eyes. She bowed and curtsied: “Ning An greets Ling Jue Shangren. I often hear Older Brother mention that Qingling Sect disciples are disciplined in word and deed. Seeing it today, it is indeed so!”

“Those little brats are lazy and slack all day long. Probably afraid you’d laugh at them, so they were a bit more diligent today.”

Ling Jue Shangren’s expression changed slightly.

Outsiders said that the younger generation of Great Ning couldn’t keep up, but looking at these two before him.

Their speech and actions were like a spring breeze.

It seemed rumors could not be trusted.

While speaking.

Ling Jue Shangren turned his gaze to Xue Chen and asked, “I wonder who this little friend is?”