Liu Ying Bingchan invited Ling Changqing to sit by the fire. A Female Cultivator brought over several kinds of Spirit Fruit Snacks, as well as so Spirit Wine Nectar for him to sample.
Before long, the aroma of roasting at drifted through the camp.
"...Excuse , Lady. You don't seem to be an ordinary Foundation Establishnt Cultivator. Did you perhaps seal your cultivation to get in?"
By the fire, Ling Changqing ate a few Spirit Fruits, his gaze turning to the beautiful and elegant woman in a palace gown beside him.
She answered frankly, "You could say I'm one of young miss Bingchan's people. My true cultivation is Late stage Golden Core. I sealed my cultivation and snuck in this ti for the sole purpose of protecting her."
This beautiful woman in a bright-yellow palace gown was nad Liu Ying ng Luan. She had been assigned to Liu Ying Bingchan by her mother, serving as head guard and personal steward, a true confidante in every sense.
As an Immortal Seed specially grood by the clan's leadership, as long as Liu Ying Bingchan didn't perish along the way, she was destined to beco a core mber of the Liu Ying Clan's decision-making council in the future—and possibly even the Patriarch.
"Part of the future Liuying Family Patriarch's retinue, are you? It seems you're also a genius with the potential to reach the Nascent Soul Realm," Ling Changqing said with a smile.
Liu Ying ng Luan's Yu Yan flushed red as she replied with a beaming smile, "I wouldn't dare presu to beco a Nascent Soul True Monarch. I'm rely the young miss's dowry maid."
Ling Changqing smiled but said nothing. 'How could I not understand this beautiful woman's subtle, indirect hint?'
'A test of this level is supposed to make slip up? That's a bit...'
"Fellow Daoist Ling, you must not be far from the threshold of a Third Rank Alchemist, are you?" Liu Ying Bingchan asked softly from the side.
Ling Changqing glanced at her. "Shouldn't you already have all the information you need on ?"
Liu Ying ng Luan chuckled. "That's true, but it's more credible hearing it from you personally. After all, the clan's leadership will certainly be putting all their resources into nurturing you in the future."
To the Liu Ying Clan, the most important resource Ling Changqing possessed was his Luck and Fortune. His actual cultivation talent was, relatively speaking, not as important.
This was only relatively speaking, of course. In reality, it was still indispensable.
After a mont of silence, Ling Changqing said softly, "I am the Prince Consort of the Deep Sea Dragon Race. If you want to join the Liu Ying Clan, are you prepared for an all-out war with the Dragon Race?"
He knew that his departure wouldn't just be a matter of the Dragon Race losing a Prince Consort; it was a major event that could affect the entire strategic future of the Dragon Race.
Of course, the sa held true for the Liu Ying Clan. If they could really get Ling Changqing to join them, the clan was certain to enter a golden age, its destiny flourishing and its power growing by leaps and bounds.
The leadership on either side would never back down. Since reasoning was useless, the only solution was to settle things on the battlefield.
Liu Ying Bingchan's expression grew solemn. "Regarding this matter," she said in a low voice, "I can tell you with absolute certainty that our leadership has already anticipated this."
"For the sake of the Liuying Family, this is a war that must be fought, no matter the cost!"
"But it's not worth it,"
Ling Changqing said helplessly, "The legendary Child of Destiny might not be as important as you all believe. Besides, it's debatable whether I'm even a real one!"
Ling Changqing had heard so of the legends about the Child of Destiny himself. He didn't know when it started, but sohow, he had been saddled with the title.
But it was clear that things weren't that simple.
It wasn't as if soone could be considered a Child of Destiny just for having a bit more luck than the average person.
Ling Changqing didn't overestimate his own importance. 'Even if there really is sothing special about , that's a matter for the future, isn't it?'
"No, you are!" Liu Ying ng Luan said with a solemn expression, her tone resolute.
"The clan's Secret Vault has records on this matter. You will be able to see them in the future. You must never underestimate your own value!"
"..."
Ling Changqing shook his head, not bothering to argue further. 'The people in charge of these major powers are no fools. They wouldn't make a losing deal.'
Seeing that the at roasting on the spit was nearly done, Liu Ying Bingchan took action herself. She took down two plump Spirit Beasts, expertly carved them with a small knife, arranged the slices on a silver platter, and brought it to Ling Changqing to taste.
The tender, juicy, Spiritual Qi-rich pieces of at, dipped in a specially prepared salt seasoning, tasted absolutely incredible.
"Fellow Daoist Ling, why don't you try this Spirit Wine? This is the Floral Collection, ticulously crafted by our family's own wine makers!"
Liu Ying ng Luan handed him an exquisite White Jade Wine Pot, her beautiful eyes shimring with flirtatious charm.
The Floral Collection was one of the Liu Ying Clan's most famous Top Grade Spirit Wine Nectars, on par with the Drunken Dragon Brew of the Deep Sea Dragon Race.
It was rarely sold to outsiders and only appeared occasionally at high-end auctions.
High Rank Cultivators with a fondness for fine vintages were always willing to pay a steep price for a taste, whenever the opportunity arose.
"Thank you, Lady!"
Ling Changqing accepted the wine pot and poured himself a full cup.
But Liu Ying ng Luan looked at him and said with a serious expression:
"Don't call 'Lady' anymore. I'm a few years your senior, so why not just call 'sister' from now on? And that goes for Bingchan, too!"
"Alright. Thank you, sister."
Ling Changqing nodded. 'The attitudes of these two are still relatively subtle and indirect,' he thought. 'They are Human Race Female Cultivators, after all. Not like Luo Qingxuan, who just ca right out and told to call her 'wife'.'
Hearing him, Liu Ying ng Luan's Yu Yan flushed crimson like a sunset cloud, her beautiful eyes overflowing with unconcealable delight.
'Yes,' she thought. 'If I can one day manage to win this man over in bed and get him to call the young miss his wife, then it would only be natural for to serve him as well...'
'But I can't rush things. I have to take it slow.'
As Liu Ying ng Luan secretly mulled this over, her gaze toward Ling Changqing held a veiled, feverish heat.
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