Ancient Godly Monarch
chapter-233

AGM 233 - Leng Ning’s Worries

Qin Wentian didn’t expect that Leng Ning would actually agree to Fan Le’s request. It seemed that this young woman may look cold and unfeeling on the outside, however it belied an innocent heart. If not, she wouldn’t have agreed so easily to strangers staying over at her residence. After all, she had only been acquainted with them for a day...

“Hehe, Beauty Leng Ning, you have to take note of your status. It wouldn’t look good for you if this matter was known to my uncle.” A mocking voice drifted over, as Yan Kong appeared.

Leng Ning’s countenance turned cold, and appeared extremely unpleasant before she spat out a single word, “Scram.”

“Hmph, Leng Ning, you better be more polite to me,” Yan Kong snorted coldly as he flicked his sleeves and left. His followers trailing behind him snickered as they passed, “This lass from the Leng Clan can be considered a supreme beauty. Yan Kong, you are really fortunate indeed. Earlier, Bailu Yi praised that your attainments had already reached the large-success stage of the second level. Just maybe… you might have a chance with her.”

Upon hearing these words, the arrogance on Yan Kong’s face intensified, and he left, as proud as a peacock.

“Let’s leave as well,” Leng Ning intoned in a low voice. They didn’t know whether it was because of Yan Kong’s words but during the journey, Leng Ning’s face remained extremely cold, as though her heart was full of worry. Even Fan Le’s jokes were disregarded, causing Qin Wentian to speculate that she may have recently met with some form of trouble.

The Leng Clan could be considered a large clan within this region. At the very least, it was much larger compared to the Mo Clan in Chu. In fact, almost any clan that could have their roots traced back to the Moon Continent was already something that the clans in Chu couldn’t be compared to.

They followed Leng Ning and entered the Leng Residence, after which two silhouettes, a young male and female, walked over to meet them.

“Walk there.” Leng Ning appeared as if she wanted to avoid them. But before she could do so, the female already called out to her, laughing, “Leng Ning, why are you running away right after seeing me?”

“Leng Lin, is there something you need?” Leng Ning frowned.

“I heard that you went to the White Deer Institute to cultivate your attainment in the Dao of Divine Inscriptions? Why are you working so hard? Wouldn’t it be the same if you just married someone of high standing? By then, your status would rise even higher.” The tone of Leng Lin’s words was somewhat bizarre.

“Let’s leave,” Leng Ning whispered to Qin Wentian and the others, who stood behind her. She didn’t wish to interact with Leng Lin any further.

“Hehe Leng Ning, you better take care of your image. How are you so brazen that you’re even bringing a few guys home? Or are you trying to be like me, finding someone dependable?” Leng Lin leaned upon the arms of the young man beside her as she spoke. The young man quietly contemplated Leng Ning’s group with a slight smile on his face.

Leng Ning didn’t bother to reply as she continued walking forward. Qin Wentian walked to her side, and seeing how angry she looked, he couldn’t help but ask, “Your Clan arranged a marriage for you, but you are unwilling?”

Upon hearing his question, Leng Ning shot an icy glance at Qin Wentian, causing him to shrug his shoulders as he commented, “Never mind, pretend I didn’t say anything.”It seemed like this matter was a taboo topic to Leng Ning.

As the young Miss of the Leng Clan, Leng Ning had her own separate courtyard, with plenty of empty rooms. She pointed to one and said, “Qin Wentian you stay here, as for that big guy, he can stay there. That fatty can stay right there, all the way over to the side.”

“Why is my room all the way over there?” Fan Le grumbled.

“I don’t trust you,” Leng Ning coldly replied, as Fan Le’s countenance immediately became crestfallen.

“Ridiculous, what do you think you’re doing?” Suddenly, a voice filled with anger echoed through the air. As the sounds of footsteps rang out, a middle-aged man quickly appeared. He swept a gaze at Qin Wentian and the rest before he asked in a frosty voice, “Who are these people?”

“They are my friends who I met over at the White Deer Institute.” Leng Ning’s countenance was as cold as ever.

“You mean this group of people are studying Divine Inscriptions with you? What a joke, do you think that by finding a few other guys you’ll be able to solve the issue? You intentionally wanted to anger the Yan Clan?” The middle-aged man shouted in a rage, “Tell them to get lost.”

“You don’t need to concern yourself with my matters,” Leng Ning bluntly rebutted.

“I’m your Father,” the middle-aged man raged.

“Hahaha, so you’re aware that you are my father?” Cold intent glimmered in Leng Ning’s eyes.

“Are you trying to anger me to the point of death? Why can’t you be more sensible, everything I’ve done is all for your own good. That person is a third-ranked Divine Inscriptions Grandmaster.” The middle-aged man coldly snorted.

“SHUT UP!” Leng Ning screamed.

“You…” The middle-aged man moved to lift his hands, as if preparing for a slap. Yet Leng Ning merely looked at him, with hints of ice in her gaze.

“Hmph, you better know what’s good for you.” In the end, the middle-aged man turned and walked away.

Qin Wentian and the others stood there, dumbfounded. This matter was more complicated than they had expected, and as outsiders, it was better for them to keep their mouths shut.

After the incident, each of them retreated to their own rooms to rest. Within his room, Qin Wentian sat cross-legged as he viewed the Yuanfu in his body. All three of his Yuanfu were like pools filled with Astral Energy, with great amounts of Divine Energy mixed within. Qin Wentian’s strength with Divine Inscriptions was so great because he actively used them to unceasingly convert his Astral Energy into Divine Energy.

For Qin Wentian, he had already reached the level where he could easily inscribe second-ranked Divine Inscriptions almost instantaneously.

“The Yuanfu Realm is truly hard to level up. Especially for me, I need to fill up all three of my Yuanfu.” Qin Wentian was extremely depressed. Previously, his cultivation had developed at an insane speed, but after stepping into Yuanfu, he was still only at the second level, even after so much time had passed. Despite this, the total amount of Astral Energy his Yuanfu had were many times greater compared to others.The door opened, and Little Rascal nudged his way in as a series of ‘yiyiyaya’ sounds appeared in his mind.

After which, Qin Wentian saw Little Rascal turning as though it wanted him to follow after.

Qin Wentian felt its actions were a little strange, yet he still followed the snowy puppy outside. But who would have thought that Little Rascal would actually lead him towards Leng Ning’s room?

“You want me to enter?” Qin Wentian asked. Little Rascal nodded its adorable head in response.

Qin Wentian bitterly laughed, he didn’t know what Little Rascal intended. The door to Leng Ning’s room was open. Upon walking in, Qin Wentian saw Leng Ning sitting in the living room, silently sobbing. The sight of this left Qin Wentian stunned; why was she crying all of a sudden?

When she noticed the arrival of Qin Wentian, she hurriedly wiped her tears away as she asked coldly, “What are you doing here?”

Qin Wentian could only smile bitterly. He walked towards Leng Ning and sat down beside her, asking in a low voice, “Is there something wrong? Why are you crying?”

Leng Ning stared at Qin Wentian, and seeing how clear his eyes were, she couldn’t help but think that this fellow was really good looking. The only bad point about him was his love of boasting.

“That man earlier was my Father. He and the Clan wanted to force me into marriage, and the other party is none other than Yan Kong’s uncle. Although Yan Kong’s uncle is about 70 – 80 years old, that’s not the issue. A cultivator would normally look middle-aged at that stage in their life. However, his uncle is different. He looks extremely old, more like a freak.”

“And do you know what? This fellow has already had several wives, but all of them ended up insane. Yeah, insane… they were all tortured into insanity by that old freak. My father actually wants me to marry such a man.”

After explaining, Leng Ning started to cry again. Her eyes reddened, “What’s even more ludicrous was that they said it was all for my own good. Didn’t they want the marriage simply because that old freak is a third-ranked Divine Inscriptionist? Isn’t it so that he could help them? Thus, they chose to sacrifice me, pushing me into the arms of a devil.”

Qin Wentian was flabbergasted as he heard Leng Ning’s words. Were all large clans this cruel? Because of some benefits, they could even trade away their daughter’s life. This was too outrageous.

Qingcheng was born in the Mo Clan, but her father doted on her. His own father, Qin Chuan, also had an extremely close relationship with Qin Yao.

“Are there no other solutions?” Qin Wentian asked in a low voice.

“There is, and that’s to find someone with an even more amazing talent. That Leng Lin from earlier, she’s my cousin. Initially she was the one chosen for the marriage, but she managed to find someone else – that person you saw standing beside her earlier. He’s a cultivator at the third level of Yuanfu, and is also a peak second-ranked Divine Inscriptionist. After which, Leng Lin told the clan I should go in her stead and they all agreed. Hahaha, how ridiculous.”Within that moment, Leng Ning was exceptionally fragile. Looking at Qin Wentian, a thought suddenly flashed past her mind: wasn’t this fellow also a Divine Inscriptionist?

However soon after, her excited countenance faded into gloominess again. Why would she suddenly think of him? Although he was good-looking, he was only good at bragging.

“Second-ranked Divine Inscriptionist. It seems like the criteria set by your Clan is not that strict after all.” Qin Wentian laughed.

Hearing Qin Wentian boasting again, Leng Ning was speechless, “Wait, you mean you are also a peak second-ranked Divine Inscriptionist? If you are willing to, I would rather marry you.”

“Er…” Black lines appeared on Qin Wentian’s face. This… this matter was too troublesome, there was no way he would marry Leng Ning.

“Forget it, I don’t know why I’m speaking like this.” Leng Ning shook her head as she stared at Qin Wentian. “However, you are really quite adorable, the inscriptions you chose to inscribe during the examination are the simplest kind, yet you speak such big words with a straight face. I can’t tell when you are being serious.”

After speaking, Leng Ning finally smiled. The radiance of her smile caused the splendour of her beauty to deepen. Qin Wentian couldn’t help but sigh in his heart.

“Actually you’re really very beautiful when you smile, why do you need to look so cold on the outside? Just let nature take its course, and maybe there will be a solution to resolve this when the time comes,” Qin Wentian persuaded.

“I’ll try...” Leng Ning felt much better after sharing the burden in her heart.

“Actually, I’m a third-ranked Divine Inscriptionist,” Qin Wentian added, he didn’t know whether this information would be able to help Leng Ning or not.

Leng Ning froze for a moment before grinning, “Yeah I know, and your girlfriend is Mo Qingcheng right? The reason why you came to the Moon Continent was to look for her, right?”

“Yeah.” Qin Wentian nodded seriously.

Leng Ning totally gave in. “Fine, fine, thank you for being a good listener. It’s time for you to leave. After all, this is my room.”

“Er…” Qin Wentian bitterly laughed. Was he so unworthy of trust? Anyway, they would still need to stay here for a period of time, he would try his best to see if he could help this poor young woman. As for marrying Leng Ning, the thought had never crossed his mind.

After Qin Wentian’s departure, Leng Ning shook her head and mumbled, “Silly fellow, if you really are a third-ranked Divine Inscriptionist, even if I had to be your concubine, I wouldn’t mind.”

Qin Wentian’s senses were extremely sharp. Upon hearing Leng Ning’s words, his legs suddenly grew soft as he almost fell down. The black lines on his face multiplied as he quickly walked away. After knowing her thoughts on the subject, would he still dare reveal himself as a third-ranked Divine Inscriptionist in the future?