Volume Two: First Signs of Brilliance Chapter 65: Return to the City

Qionghai City, named for its proximity to the Qionghai Sea. Qionghai City lies thousands of kilometers from Binhai, and upon learning he had arrived here—spending several days soaking in the Qionghai waters—he found himself inexplicably delighted. In the past, he had longed to visit Qionghai City, but lacked the means. Especially during winter, Qionghai maintained a temperature around ten degrees, a stark contrast to Beihai’s icy climate. Here, winter’s bleakness was absent; only the crispness of autumn lingered. A gentle breeze swept by, leaving both their clothes thoroughly soaked, and they shivered involuntarily.

People all around stared at the pair. Though Qionghai’s temperature wasn’t particularly low, being drenched from head to toe was certainly a novelty.

Hongyun Hotel.

“Waiter, the presidential suite.”

“One suite?”

Qin Yang rolled his eyes at this question. What kind of madness was this—of course, just one suite. The young lady beside him didn’t even have an ID; how was she supposed to check in?

“Yes, one suite,” he nodded emphatically, his tone serious. “And bring the best food and drinks to the room, along with fine wine and good cigarettes.” He took the room card and headed upstairs. “Oh, charge everything to the account. We’ll settle up in three days.”

Leng Qianyou buried her head to avoid being seen by others, only raising it once inside the elevator.

“My lady, you can come down now. How long do you expect me to carry you? A lifetime?”

Hearing this, Leng Qianyou blushed and slid off his back, a little embarrassed.

Now she was hardly one of the Four Martial Masters—more like a lamb awaiting slaughter.

Entering the room, he began to undress.

Suddenly, a long sword appeared in Leng Qianyou’s hand, making his hair stand on end.

“My lady, what are you doing? I’ve been soaking in seawater for days. I just want a shower. If you’re bored, go amuse yourself.”

He had no time to bother with her; all he wanted was a bath, a meal, and a good sleep.

“Hmph.”

Leng Qianyou snorted, using her inner energy to steam her clothes dry, then settled in to watch soap operas.

When he emerged from his bath, he saw Leng Qianyou giggling at the television, shaking his head in resignation. Why did girls all like these melodramatic shows? Was there really any appeal?

Faced with a table full of dishes, he didn’t hold back. He tore off a chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth, his other hand busy pouring a glass of red wine, thoroughly enjoying the feast.

Leng Qianyou watched Qin Yang eat with gusto, feeling deeply aggrieved. Damn it, regardless, she was a girl. He didn’t even invite her to eat—clearly, he didn’t care about her at all.

Such a beautiful girl, and he made no effort to win her favor. She seriously doubted whether Qin Yang was even a man.

Qin Yang had no idea what she was thinking. If he knew she’d painted him in such a light, he would definitely have retorted.

The room fell silent; only the sound of the television and the crunch of clenched fists remained.

“Hey, aren’t you going to eat? Aren’t you hungry?”

Leng Qianyou was overjoyed by Qin Yang’s question—finally, she could eat. But seeing the table, with only soup left and no dishes, she almost cried.

“I’m not hungry!”

“Oh, you’re not hungry? Fine, I was going to order another round. If you’re not hungry, forget it.”

“You... I could kill you right now.”

“This is the mortal world, not the martial world. Here, murder is a crime. If you get locked up for seventy or eighty years, you’ll come out an old hag.”

The presidential suite had many rooms; he casually chose one and locked himself inside.

Immersed in cultivation, he lost all sense of time.

Leng Qianyou glared at the closed door, her face icy.

Once again, someone knocked at the door. Seeing a table laden with dishes, her eyes curved like crescent moons.

“Hehe, come in, come in.”

Qin Yang was deep in the state of enlightenment. The Enlightenment Tree had given him a vague grasp of the Five Elements, and atop the sea, his understanding of Thunder continued to deepen, along with a budding sense of Hurricane.

If he mastered all these, his comprehension of Dao would reach a terrifying level.

The Dao of Slaughter, the Dao of Thunder, the Five Elements, and the Dao of Hurricane—if he understood them all, he would possess a total of eight Daos, rivaling the very greatest.

Time flew by; days slipped away unnoticed. They spent every day in the room, never stepping outside.

These three days were exceedingly fulfilling. Both were cultivators, with little concept of time.

Leng Qianyou had never had a chance to watch television before, but now, finally, she seized the opportunity, watching every soap opera she could find, sitting in the same spot for three entire days.

After three days, he completed his cultivation. In his storage ring were six Blood Infant Fruits, which he needed to refine into pills as soon as possible—for his own benefit.

Seeing Leng Qianyou, he felt a headache coming on. The girl clearly had no intention of leaving; no matter how he looked at it, she seemed to be clinging to him.

Come on, lady, why haven’t you left? We’re already ashore.

Frustrated, he donned a suit—a purchase made by the hotel staff, fitting perfectly.

Black suit, gleaming leather shoes, fair skin, a handsome face—at a glance, he could have been mistaken for a celebrity.

These days, Leng Qianyou hadn’t been idle either. She learned to shop online, wielding a super platinum card with hundreds of billions in funds.

Under the astonished gaze of the employees, they left the hotel. A cool breeze blew, refreshing their spirits.

“So, Leng Qianyou, are you heading back, or what?”

“I’m returning to Bincheng. What about you?”

“I’m going to Bincheng as well.”

“You’re going to Bincheng? Do you have relatives there?” she asked in surprise.

“No.”

“Then why are you going?”

“Because you’re going. Unless you give me a few Enlightenment Fruits, I’ll leave right now. What do you say?”

“No way.” He refused firmly, staring at Leng Qianyou, surprised she was still after his Enlightenment Fruits. At that, his mood soured.

How did this turn into a trap? He had saved her, and now she was trying to snatch his treasures. The thought filled him with annoyance.

Now, since Leng Qianyou clearly wasn’t willing to leave, he couldn’t simply abandon her. After all, her destructive power was formidable; if she caused trouble, it could be disastrous.

They bought tickets and prepared to travel to Bincheng by train.

Leng Qianyou, curious as a child, peppered him with questions along the way, full of wonder.

Was this really the Ice Beauty, Leng Qianyou?

She seemed more like a blazing flame, burning ever brighter.