Chapter 109: Young Master Falling Snow
"Powerful, at least at the Mysterious Martial Realm."
The crowd felt as if their bodies were about to be frozen solid. Especially the arrogant young girl closest to Meng Qing—a layer of ice crystals slowly spread across her body. Just by relying on this cold aura, she could freeze people. This level of strength was too terrifying.
The Mysterious Martial Realm, placed anywhere in the Snow Moon Kingdom, counted as a strong realm, enough to become an elder of a major sect, or even its sect master.
And this woman, with her light veil covering her face, her entire body exuding a cold and holy aura—how old was she? No one had even noticed her before. Her eyes were so beautiful.
Qing Xin's heart trembled. She hadn't seen Lin Feng change, but her own eyes had finally shifted, revealing a trace of shock. The moment she first saw Meng Qing, she sensed her extraordinariness. Some people, without even seeing their true face, could infer how beautiful they were. And Meng Qing was clearly that type—just that aura alone was intoxicating.
But even more terrifying was her strength, so shocking that with one step, the entire tavern seemed about to be frozen.
At this moment, Lin Feng stood behind Meng Qing. The freezing, cold aura did not fall upon him, but he could feel how shocking her single step was.
A strange expression appeared in Lin Feng's eyes. This woman, so beautiful that words couldn't describe her—her strength was also freakish to this extent?
"I should have thought of it earlier. Someone living deep in Black Wind Ridge couldn't possibly lack formidable strength." A smile tugged at Lin Feng's lips. Having such a freakish woman by his side, it seemed the days ahead would be much easier.
But relying on a woman for protection—how did that feel so strange to Lin Feng?
"Yu'er." The middle-aged man shouted, stepped forward, and embraced the arrogant girl. Then he flickered back, distancing himself from Meng Qing.
This woman was too terrifying.
"Aren't you going to scram?"
Meng Qing said coldly, causing the middle-aged man's pupils to contract. His face turned extremely ugly.
"Let's go." Waving his hand, the middle-aged man flickered and shattered the window, leaving directly. The others immediately followed closely behind.
"You, scram too." Meng Qing's gaze then fell on Qing Xin and the two people beside her. Her voice remained cold, without a trace of emotion.
"This is my tavern." Qing Xin's face stiffened as she retorted.
"Your tavern? And yet you showed us no respect. Since that's the case, I don't care whose tavern it is."
Meng Qing stepped forward. Her delicate jade hand traced a line in the air, and instantly, a cold light flickered into existence. A destructive aura spread out. Without any sound, the entire upper half of the tavern became a vacuum in an instant—crushed, annihilated. Light shone directly in.
With a wave of her hand, Meng Qing had destroyed the entire tavern, without even making much noise. This kind of strength left Lin Feng gaping in shock.
This woman... was she too powerful?
Outside the tavern, on the main road of the outer imperial city, the crowd saw a dazzling beam of cold light shoot into the sky. A desolate, annihilating aura spread, and they watched as the upper half of Qing Xin Tavern was directly destroyed. Everyone stopped in their tracks, their hearts trembling.
"What happened? Qing Xin Tavern... someone destroyed it directly?"
"Such audacity! Someone dares to destroy Qing Xin Tavern?"
The crowd was shocked. They flickered toward Qing Xin Tavern. Only Duan Lie and his group narrowed their eyes, cold sweat breaking out on their backs. Such a powerful and domineering woman—it seemed revenge was hopeless.
However, the person sitting on the third floor of the tavern was not someone to be trifled with.
At this moment, above the annihilated tavern, a figure drifted down, landing on the second floor.
This person was dressed in black, with a stern expression, around twenty years old. He looked at Lin Feng and the others with a hint of coldness in his gaze.
"According to Duan Feng, Crown Prince Duan Wudao is extremely domineering—those who follow him prosper, those who oppose him perish. This person is stern, but lacks that aura, so he probably isn't the Crown Prince. As for the Second Prince, he is gentle in nature and wins people's hearts, so he should carry a refined, scholarly air. This person probably isn't him either. So who is he?" Lin Feng speculated inwardly. He had thought the one spouting arrogant words would be one of those two, but it seemed otherwise. Perhaps he was another member of the imperial family.
"Mysterious Martial Realm." The black-clothed man murmured, his gaze sharp. "Your strength is considerable. But the Mysterious Martial Realm, outside the imperial city, does not have the right to act with impunity."
Hearing the black-clothed man's threatening words, a strange expression appeared between Meng Qing's brows. The chill around her intensified again. "Still not scramming?"
As her words fell, Meng Qing raised her hand once more.
"Let's go." Seeing this, the black-clothed man tensed up and, carrying Qing Xin, drifted away through the air.
"So much useless talk." Meng Qing lowered her hand, muttering softly. The black-clothed man in the air heard her words, his face tightening, his anger unable to find an outlet.
Lin Feng smiled. This woman didn't like to talk much; she just acted directly. The black-clothed man, in a disadvantaged position, still tried to threaten and intimidate with words—he was only asking for humiliation. The scene of his escape was laughable.
Turning around, Meng Qing saw Lin Feng and the other two staring at her with strange expressions. A flicker of unease passed through her eyes.
"Sister Meng Qing, your strength... so strong!" Duan Feng smiled bitterly. He had thought Lin Feng was already monstrous, but he never expected Meng Qing to be even more so. He had no idea how they cultivated.
Jing Yun's beautiful eyes were also wide open, and then a trace of self-consciousness flickered deep within them. Her beauty couldn't compare to Meng Qing's, and her strength was also far beyond her reach.
"Are you human, or a demon?" Lin Feng muttered. This woman left him speechless.
Good thing he hadn't made any big moves when they shared a ride that day, or he would have been thoroughly thrashed.
"Nie Xiaoqian." Meng Qing was silent for a moment, then said with a strange expression, before walking to the table and sitting down.
"…………"
Lin Feng was speechless.
"Brother Lin Feng, who is Nie Xiaoqian?"
Duan Feng asked, puzzled.
"Fairy sister."
Lin Feng muttered, leaving Duan Feng completely confused.
Sitting beside Meng Qing, Lin Feng asked in a low voice, "Your strength is so great. Why didn't you tell me?"
"You never asked."
Meng Qing replied, making Lin Feng roll his eyes... frustrating.
"Then, what level are you at now?" Lin Feng asked.
Meng Qing looked at Lin Feng, her eyes flickering. "I won't tell you."
"…………"
"But protecting you should be enough." Meng Qing added, making Lin Feng's eyes light up. Having a beautiful woman as a personal bodyguard didn't seem too bad.
"However, from now on, you need to tell me five stories from your hometown every day."
Meng Qing continued, making Lin Feng's eyes narrow. Five every day...
Duan Feng and Jing Yun listened blankly to their conversation, full of questions. Nie Xiaoqian? Fairy sister? Stories from Lin Feng's hometown?
Especially Jing Yun at this moment, seeing how familiar Lin Feng and Meng Qing had become, their words incomprehensible to her, she felt a slight sourness in her heart.
"Perhaps only a woman like Meng Qing is worthy of Lin Feng."
A smile appeared on Jing Yun's face, and her mood became calmer. In her eyes, Lin Feng was too outstanding.
The other people in the tavern gradually left. Lin Feng and his group were quite composed, only leaving after they had eaten and drunk their fill, descending from the already destroyed Qing Xin Tavern.
At this moment, the crowd was continuously moving toward the inner city gate. The time for the imperial city gates to open was approaching.
Lin Feng drove the carriage, also heading toward the imperial city gate. Before long, they arrived at the foot of the gate, looking up at the magnificent bronze city gate.
"This gate is ancient, but compared to the door in the ancient hall of Cloud Sea Sect, it's still far inferior," Lin Feng thought to himself.
At this moment, the crowd formed a long line, waiting on the bridge before the gate.
"Look over there! Someone is flying through the air! So impressive!"
At this moment, exclamations rang out. The crowd raised their eyes and saw a shadow in the sky whistling past, soaring above their heads, carefree and unrestrained.
Lin Feng also looked up. He saw a pair of huge black wings spread out, flapping as they moved. A fierce, domineering wind howled through the space.
"Great Roc! It's Young Master Dapeng!"
Lin Feng's eyes narrowed. He saw Young Master Dapeng glance down at the crowd below, then flap his wings. His speed increased, and he flew directly over the city gate into the imperial city, with no one stopping him.
"Young Master Dapeng is truly extraordinary. He treats the imperial city gate as if it were nothing, entering from the air."
The crowd was secretly shocked, full of longing. In a world where strength reigned supreme, those with great power were respected wherever they went. Even the imperial city gate could be flown over without anyone stopping you. That was your strength.
Anyone with such formidable strength could do the same—fly over the imperial city from above, without waiting in line.
"Brother Dapeng, wait for me a moment."
At this moment, a voice came from the distant sky. Above the crowd's heads, snowflakes began to fall, and a chill invaded, a magnificent sight.
The figure was dressed in snow-white clothes, treading on snow as he strolled through the void, incredibly elegant. In a few steps, he entered the imperial city.
"Young Master Falling Snow!" The crowd's eyes narrowed. Young Master Falling Snow had also arrived. Of the Eight Young Masters, six were unique to the imperial city, while the Hao Yue Sect and Ice and Snow Mountain Villa each had one—Young Master Dapeng and Young Master Falling Snow. Their arrival meant that all Eight Young Masters would soon gather in the imperial city.