Leng Ning’s Worries

Leng Ning's Worries...

Qin Wentian was taken aback when Leng Ning agreed to Fan Le's request. It seemed that beneath her cold exterior, she possessed a warm heart. Otherwise, she wouldn't have readily allowed strangers to stay at her home, especially considering they had only known each other for a day.

"Hehe, Miss Leng Ning, you should be mindful of your social status. It wouldn't reflect well on you if my uncle found out about this," a mocking voice interrupted their conversation. It was Yan Kong.

Leng Ning's demeanor grew icy as she responded with a sharp, "Leave."

"Hmph, Leng Ning, you ought to show more respect to me," Yan Kong retorted with a cold snort before departing. His entourage chuckled as they followed him. One of them added, "This Leng Clan girl is truly a stunning beauty. Yan Kong, you're quite lucky. Bailu Yi even praised your proficiency, suggesting you might have a chance with her."

Yan Kong's arrogance swelled, and he left with the air of a peacock displaying its plumage.

"We should go as well," Leng Ning said in a low voice. During their journey, she remained cold and distant, as if burdened by worries. Even Fan Le's attempts at humor fell flat. Qin Wentian sensed that she might have encountered some recent trouble.

The Leng Clan held significant sway in the region, far surpassing the Mo Clan in Chu. In fact, any clan with roots in the Moon Continent dwarfed the clans in Chu.

They followed Leng Ning into the Leng Residence, where two figures, a young man and woman, approached them.

"Come," Leng Ning seemed to want to avoid them, but before she could do so, the woman called out, laughing, "Leng Ning, why are you running away as soon as you see me?"

"Leng Lin, do you have a reason to be here?" Leng Ning's brow furrowed.

"I heard you went to the White Deer Institute to study the Dao of Divine Inscriptions. Why are you working so hard? Why not just marry into a prominent family? Your status would rise," Leng Lin's tone was odd.

"Let's go," Leng Ning whispered to Qin Wentian and the others standing behind her. She had no desire to continue this conversation with Leng Lin.

"Hehe, Leng Ning, you should be mindful of your reputation. How bold of you to bring a few men home. Are you trying to follow in my footsteps and find a dependable partner?" Leng Lin leaned on the arm of the man beside her, eyeing Leng Ning's group with a sly smile.

Leng Ning chose not to respond and kept walking. Qin Wentian walked beside her, noticing her frustration. He couldn't help but ask, "Is your clan trying to arrange a marriage for you, but you're not willing?"

Leng Ning shot him an icy glare in response, causing him to raise his hands in surrender. "Alright, forget I asked."

It was clear this topic was sensitive for Leng Ning.

As the young Miss of the Leng Clan, Leng Ning had her own separate courtyard with many empty rooms. She pointed to different rooms and said, "Qin Wentian, you stay here. The big guy can stay there, and the fatty can stay all the way over there."

Fan Le grumbled, "Why is my room so far away?"

Leng Ning coldly replied, "I don't trust you," leaving Fan Le looking disappointed.

Suddenly, an angry voice broke through the air. Footsteps approached as a middle-aged man appeared. He looked at Qin Wentian and the others and asked in a stern tone, "Who are these people?"

"They are my friends from the White Deer Institute," Leng Ning replied coldly.

"You mean you invited this group to study Divine Inscriptions with you? This is a joke. Do you think you can solve the problem by bringing these people? Are you deliberately trying to provoke the Yan Clan?" The middle-aged man shouted in anger. "Tell them to leave."

"I don't need you to meddle in my affairs," Leng Ning retorted.

"I'm your father," the middle-aged man yelled.

"Oh, so you remember you're my father?" Leng Ning's eyes flashed with cold determination.

"Are you trying to push me to the brink? Can't you be more sensible? Everything I've done is for your own good. That person is a third-ranked Divine Inscriptions Grandmaster," the middle-aged man retorted coldly.

"SHUT UP!" Leng Ning screamed.

The middle-aged man moved as if to strike Leng Ning, but she held his gaze with icy determination.

"You better think twice," Leng Ning warned. Eventually, the middle-aged man turned and stormed away.

Qin Wentian and the others were left standing in bewilderment. This situation was far more complex than they had anticipated, and as outsiders, they wisely chose to stay silent.

After the incident, they retreated to their respective rooms. Inside his room, Qin Wentian sat cross-legged, his focus on the Yuanfu in his body. All three of his Yuanfu resembled pools filled with Astral Energy, with a substantial amount of Divine Energy mixed in. Qin Wentian's proficiency in Divine Inscriptions was thanks to his constant conversion of Astral Energy into Divine Energy.

Qin Wentian had reached a point where he could inscribe second-ranked Divine Inscriptions almost instantaneously.

"The Yuanfu Realm is a tough one to advance in, especially for me, having to fill up all three of my Yuanfu," Qin Wentian mused, feeling a bit frustrated. Although his previous cultivation had advanced rapidly, reaching the second level of Yuanfu had proven to be a slow process. However, the total amount of Astral Energy his Yuanfu contained far exceeded that of others.

Suddenly, his door swung open, and Little Rascal scampered in, emitting a series of inquisitive sounds.

Qin Wentian watched Little Rascal with curiosity as it motioned for him to follow. He followed the snowy puppy, puzzled by its strange behavior. But Little Rascal led him straight to Leng Ning's room.

"Do you want me to go in?" Qin Wentian asked, to which Little Rascal nodded vigorously.

Baffled but trusting the little pup's instincts, Qin Wentian entered Leng Ning's room. He found her in the living area, silently shedding tears. Her sudden tears left him startled. Why was she crying?

Noticing Qin Wentian's presence, Leng Ning quickly wiped away her tears and asked in a cold tone, "What are you doing here?"

Qin Wentian could only offer a wry smile. He sat down beside her and asked softly, "Is something wrong? Why are you crying?"

Leng Ning gazed at Qin Wentian, struck by how clear and attractive his eyes were. Despite his penchant for boasting, she couldn't deny that he was rather good-looking.

"That man earlier was my father," Leng Ning explained. "He and the Clan are pressuring me into marriage, and the groom-to-be is none other than Yan Kong's uncle. Although he's around 70 to 80 years old, cultivators at that stage usually appear middle-aged. But his uncle is different, he looks incredibly old, like a grotesque relic."

"And you know what's even more shocking? This man has had several wives, and all of them went insane. Yes, insane—driven to madness by that old monster. Yet, my father wants me to marry him."

As she spoke, Leng Ning's tears began to flow once more. Her eyes reddened, and she continued, "And the most ridiculous part is that they claim it's for my own good. They want this marriage because that old monster is a third-ranked Divine Inscriptionist. They're willing to sacrifice me to gain his help, pushing me into the arms of a devil."

Qin Wentian was stunned by Leng Ning's revelation. Were all major clans this heartless? Would they trade their daughter's life for some benefits? It was utterly outrageous.

Qingcheng, despite being born into the Mo Clan, was cherished by her father. Qin Wentian's own father, Qin Chuan, had a close bond with Qin Yao.

"Isn't there any other solution?" Qin Wentian asked in a hushed voice.

"There is, but it involves finding someone with even greater talent," Leng Ning replied. "That girl from earlier, Leng Lin, is my cousin. Initially, she was supposed to be the bride, but she found someone else— the person you saw standing next to her earlier. He's a third-level Yuanfu cultivator and a peak second-ranked Divine Inscriptionist. Leng Lin informed the clan of her substitute, and they agreed. Hahaha, it's absurd."

In this moment, Leng Ning appeared incredibly vulnerable. A thought crossed her mind: wasn't Qin Wentian also a Divine Inscriptionist?

However, her excitement quickly gave way to disappointment. Why had she even thought of him? Though he was good-looking, he had a penchant for boasting.

"A peak second-ranked Divine Inscriptionist, huh? It seems your clan's criteria aren't that strict after all," Qin Wentian chuckled.

Hearing Qin Wentian boast again, Leng Ning was at a loss for words. "Wait, are you saying that you're also a peak second-ranked Divine Inscriptionist? If you're willing, I'd rather marry you."

Qin Wentian's face was filled with disbelief. This matter was far too complicated, and there was no way he'd marry Leng Ning.

"Never mind, I don't know what I'm saying," Leng Ning sighed, shaking her head. She looked at Qin Wentian and added, "But you are quite adorable. You chose the simplest inscriptions during the exam, yet you boast with such a straight face. I can't tell when you're being serious."

Leng Ning's smile finally surfaced, accentuating her already stunning beauty. Qin Wentian couldn't help but sigh internally.

"You know, you look really beautiful when you smile. Why be so cold on the outside? Just let things take their course, and maybe a solution will arise in due time," Qin Wentian offered some words of encouragement.

"I'll try," Leng Ning said with a sense of relief after unburdening herself.

"Actually, I'm a third-ranked Divine Inscriptionist," Qin Wentian added cautiously, uncertain if this information could be of any help to Leng Ning.

Leng Ning paused for a moment before breaking into a grin. "Yeah, I know, and your girlfriend is Mo Qingcheng, right? You came to the Moon Continent to find her, didn't you?"

Qin Wentian nodded seriously.

Leng Ning couldn't help but give in. "Alright, alright, thanks for being a good listener. It's time for you to leave. After all, this is my room."

Qin Wentian chuckled wryly. Was he really that untrustworthy? Regardless, they still had to stay here for some time, so he would do his best to help this troubled young woman. As for marrying Leng Ning, that idea had never crossed his mind.

After Qin Wentian left, Leng Ning shook her head and muttered to herself, "Silly guy, if you really are a third-ranked Divine Inscriptionist, I wouldn't mind being your concubine, let alone marrying you."

Qin Wentian's senses were razor-sharp. Hearing Leng Ning's words, his legs almost gave way beneath him. The bewildered expression on his face multiplied as he hastily retreated. After learning her true thoughts, would he ever dare to reveal himself as a third-ranked Divine Inscriptionist in the future?