Chapter 8

Really became stupid.

Seeing Nie Chenyuan silently mouth out "fighting for you" on the screen, Qingyun's lips turned upwards.

Nie Chenyuan did not know that he was currently being despised. At the end of each battle, he still rushed to Qingyun to "give in contributions". Unfortunately, the ranking competition was almost over, with only one left. After Nie Chenyuan wins, he can get the qualification to challenge Lin Yuhao, the winner of last term's conference.

He leaned back on the chair and sighed profusely.

Nie Chenyuan was purposely acting this way. His love for Qingyun was overflowing, filling his chest. He wanted to declare his ownership of Qingyun to the world. As for what other people think about their feelings, it was totally out of Nie Chenyuan's consideration.

Nie Songping sat on the chair, feeling anxious. He was afraid that Nie Chenyuan would do something that might shock the world next. However, the private room he is currently in was already chaotic. The heads of several families with girls suddenly stood up. Even Wang Miaoyun's grandfather wasn't left out.

"Old Wang! I knew you were not a good thing. Your granddaughter had already been with that Lin boy, and even dragged Xiao Nie into it!" The head of the Gu family had the most violent temper. He pointed to Wang Miaoyun's grandfather and scolded him.

"Motherfucker, fuck you!¹ Do you even know how to talk, you old bastard! Why are you doubting my Miaoyun? I think you planned this first. Isn't your granddaughter in the Nie family's room?!" Wang head said this, but he secretly regretted it. If he had known of Nie Chenyuan's strength… 

"Use your brain and think about it. If it were my granddaughter, would I ask now?" Gu head looked at Wang Miaoyun's grandfather as if he were not faking. He turned around to scold another.

He pointed to the man that had just opened his mouth and he immediately raised his eyelids to retort, "Don't you pretend and say that you don't have a granddaughter."

Lin head immediately took back his fingers, glancing at the old god Nie Songping from the corner of his eye.

Nie Songping knew that no one here was a fool, quarreling over something so easily at this age. This is clearly an act to make him reveal something.

These old guys usually don't show many feelings towards the younger generation, but it's strange that they showed so much enthusiasm for Nie Chenyuan.

After watching these games, let alone their own curiosity, all the people on the floor, in the private rooms and in the seats below stared at the Nie family's private room, only regretting that they didn't have a pair of X-ray eyes.

Even Zhang Jingguo and Lin Yuhao were curious at this moment. What kind of person could make such an impression on Nie Chenyuan?

After all, Nie Chenyuan is only twenty-five years old. He is at the ninth level of Last Heaven and his strength is no worse than Lin Yuhao's. How can they not pay attention to him?

But Nie Songping did not dare to discuss Qingyun with them like he was his granddaughter-in-law. He couldn't even sit still right now, for fear that Qingyun would wring Nie Chenyuan's neck in anger.

To be honest, if Nie Songping himself was being discussed by the people at this time, he would've long beaten this idiot, Nie Chenyuan, to death.

Nie Songping's face was taut, and he coughed uncontrollably at last. When everyone thought that he was finally going to open his mouth, he walked out of the door quietly on crutches.

***

Qingyun looked at Nie Songping who suddenly opened the door and came in. He silently moved his eyes to the screen and stayed silent.

It wasn't only Nie Songping who was embarrassed to see him, but Qingyun as well. He and Nie Chenyuan had already rolled in bed. Now seeing Nie Chenyuan's grandfather's respectful attitude, his mood is also subtle.

Nie Songping's smile made his old face wrinkled into a chrysanthemum. He said to Nie Chenyuan, "Chenyuan is still young and not very sensible. Please forgive me, Mr. Qing, I will definitely repair him properly when we get back."

He blushed as he spoke, Young? Young my ass! Already twenty-five-six², he's older than Qingyun by around four to five years. At this point, it's up to his young age to hope Qingyun would forgive him.

"It doesn't matter."

Qingyun immediately learned that Nie Songping was apologizing for something. He had an excellent hearing, and the whispers in the compartments around him had been heard clearly for a long time now.

Put down the teacup, Qingyun walked to the transparent wall and raised his hand to pull the curtain that covered his sight.

"If they want to see it, then show them clearly."

The moment Qingyun opened the curtain, the people on the seats below were quiet for a second, stretching their necks to look at the Nie family's private room.

At the same time, the circular arrangement of compartments above also, one by one, "Hua Hua Hua" opened their curtains, standing in front of the wall and looking at Qingyun's compartment.

The person in charge of the meeting also opened his eyes at the moment and set up a camera to shoot at the Nie family's private room.

How about the precious gold? Where is the precious gold?

As they stretched their necks and widened their eyes, they only saw Qingyun, this man, standing by the wall, and there was only one disciple in the compartment. Looking inside, they also saw Nie Songping's old face.

Was it because their fervent discussions were too enthusiastic that the woman in the room left?

But Nie Chenyuan's face was full of happiness, dispelling their doubts. Nie Chenyuan, the only inheritor of the Nie family, a powerful and talented man who has reached the ninth level of Last Heaven before 30, likes a man?!?!

There was an uproar! Then someone pointed out the identity of Qingyun, who is the only son of Qing Haolin who was defeated by Lin Yuhao three years ago and was also exposed to the scandal of extortion.

If one thinks about it deeply, they would immediately believe that they have discovered the truth.

There is no doubt that Nie Chenyuan wants to compete with Lin Yuhao. So what does this mean? Qingyun is selling his body to avenge his father!

People looked at Nie Chenyuan with a little sympathy. It seems that Nie Chenyuan is sincere. Qingyun's motive is not pure.

They are not mentally ill. Naturally, they did not dare to talk bad about the Nie Chenyuan on stage, but they all shook their heads at Qingyun, one after another.

The family heads staying in the private room above were also stunned. Zhang Jingguo shook his head with a smile, feeling schadenfreude while speaking with a gloating tone, "It's not easy for Old Nie. His grandson's meridians are now well. Just after getting rid of this worry, his grandson led a man home. He's even a man with ulterior motives. It's no wonder that he couldn't even breathe before."

Wang Miaoyun's grandfather smiled and laughed lightly, the other family heads were quiet, their hearts beating fast.

How can the heir of the Nie family be with a man? Seeing that Nie Songping was clearly going to "catch adultery in the act", this boy named Qingyyun was too scheming and unexpectedly exposed his identity while taking the limelight.

"Qingyun? It's Qingyun?!" Lin Yuhao eyes also widened in surprise, he didn't expect that Qingyyun could really actually entrance Nie Chenyuan.

There was a strange excitement in his heart. The huge pressure that had existed since Nie Chenyuan came on the stage had finally been released. Lin Yuhao smiled grimly, picked up his cell phone and made a phone call. "Mom, did you know that I saw Qingyun, he even sold his body to avenge me…"

Mother Lin lived up to expectations and rushed to the scene before Nie Chenyuan's last fight.

She didn't do anything, she just stood in front of a video camera, staring at Qingyun in the private room with her eyes wide open and crying, saying, "Qingyun, mother is very disappointed in you."

Tears ran down as she said, cried until the pear blossom bathed in rain³, and thumped her chest and stamped her feet in great sorrow, as if she had both heartache and guilt from Qingyun's behavior.

Lin Yuhao arrived at the right time, embraced Mother Lin while comforting and walking upwards, looking like a filial son, blaming Qingyun.

Seeing another show of affection between mother and child from the corner of his eye, Qingyun hooked up his lips in irony. Since he dared to stand up, he was not afraid of others' criticisms, and Lin Yuhao's and Mother Lin's reactions had nothing to do with him.

At this time, Nie Chenyuan's last fight began, causing people to shift their attention.

His face sank like water, slowly walked onto the stage, glanced around the venue, and looked at the complexion of everyone's faces around him. At this moment, he was ecstatic because of Qingyun's response to him but he cruel thoughts appeared in his mind due to people's vilification of Qingyun.

Looking up at Qingyun's clear and sly eyes, Nie Chenyuan suddenly smiled.

"Don't tell me that you are genuinely interested, right?" The opponent who just came on the stage interrupted the two's eye contact.

Nie Chenyuan's opponent this time, Zhang Kuang, was the champion of the Conference before last year's who had challenged and been defeated by Lin Yuhao at the last Guwu Conference. He was also the first brother Lin Yuhao genuinely conquer.

Zhang Kuang was adopted by Zhang JingGuo at an early age, and it was through his (ZJG's) Guwu Association that he won the five-time championship. He had been stuck at the peak of the eighth floor of Last Heaven for ten years, but Lin Yuhao at that time was only at the seventh floor of Last Heaven and fought him hard to defeat him. Since then, Zhang Kuang has admired Lin Yuhao greatly.

"Although I know that you have reached the ninth floor of Last Heaven, you are still definitely not as good as Yuhao. He is a man who can fight beyond the ranks." Even though his cultivation was not as good as Nie Chenyuan, Zhang Kuang still scorned him.

Nie Chenyuan was unhappy at the moment and didn't want to talk nonsense to him so he turned his head to signal to the referee that the fight had begun.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Kuang mentioned Qingyun. "How is playing with him? Looking at his fair-skinned and tender meat, I don't know what it feels like in bed?"

He gave an ambiguous smile as he spoke while rubbing his fingers.

The sound for the start of the game had just rung out when, at the same time, there was the voice of someone screaming.

"What happened?" The crowd watching the game was baffled.

Someone with sharp eyes had screamed immediately. "A-Arm… whose arm?"

Gradually, everyone also saw that a twisted broken arm was lying on the platform, as if it was just freshly torn off from the shoulder of a human body, the skin and flesh was ripped apart in a mess, and the blood was sprayed onto the ground.