Chapter Fifty-two Divine Spirit

  In the middle of Kyoto, in the cold imperial palace, Leng Xiao Tian quietly stood in front of the window of the study, looking out at the moonlight outside with a cold gaze.

  "Fubo, is that kid really as amazing as you said?" Leng Xiao Tian asked calmly, but his tone revealed a hint of anticipation.

  "Yes, sir. The young master is currently recovering on his own." Fu Bo's face also showed a hint of confusion, because he still couldn't understand how this was possible with Leng Xiao Yao's injuries. Despite being severely injured, he could recover on his own, and at least in the Maya continent, Fu Bo had never heard of such an unusual technique.

  "The Royal Troop has arrived at the border!"

  "Yes, sir."

  Leng Xiao turned his head back, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes as he coldly smiled: "Your Majesty still can't hold it in, it seems I really shouldn't have accepted the Emperor's command."

  "Old Master."

  "Very well, since Your Majesty has made up his mind to kill me, I will resign from this position tomorrow and spend the rest of my days at home in peace." Cold Xi Tian's tone was filled with the sound of a hero's decline.

  A faint knock at the door sounded, startling Cold Cry and Fu Bo in the study.

  "Come in."

  The door of the study was pushed open from outside, and a handsome and elegant young man walked in. Only a scar on his left cheek ruined the whole beauty, but upon closer inspection, this scar added a lot of masculinity to him.

  Leng Xiao Tian saw the approaching figure and his originally stern expression changed into a smile, saying: "Xiao Yao, your injuries have not fully healed yet, how did you end up coming here?"

  Xiao Yao has seen Grandfather and Fu Bo. Xiao Yao bowed to Leng Xiao Tian and Fu Bo, saying: "Please tell Grandfather that the injuries on my body are no longer serious."

  "That's good, what are your plans next?" Cold Xi Tian asked with a flash of wisdom in his eyes.

  Leng Xiao Yao naturally understood the meaning behind her grandfather's words and smiled lightly, saying: "A great hiding in the city, a small hiding in the countryside, it depends on what Grandfather wants to hide."

  "The greatest hiding is in the city, and the lesser hiding is in the wilderness." Leng Xiao Tian repeated this sentence to himself, a moment later, his eyes flashed with excitement, and he looked at his grandson with joy: "Good one, great hiding in the city, little hiding in the wilderness. Good kid, sometimes I really wonder if you're my grandson who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun."

  "Alas!" Leng Xiao Yao's heart tightened, and he couldn't help but admire the old marshal in front of him who had once led thousands of troops. His eyes were indeed sharp as a venomous snake.

  Leng Xiao Tian hadn't waited for Leng Xiao Yao to react before immediately asking, "Xiao Yao, who is that superior being behind you?"

  "High person?" Leng Xiao was stunned for a moment, and then immediately understood. His performance on the battlefield was indeed too outstanding. It seemed that everything he did on the battlefield was under his grandfather's watchful eye. He was worried about not being able to find an excuse, but fortunately, his grandfather had helped him find one.

  "Please forgive me, Grandfather. My master doesn't allow his disciples to reveal his name, or else I wouldn't have had to hide it from you for so many years." Leng Xianyou said, following the thoughts in Leng Xiao Tian's heart.

  Leng Xiao Tian heard his grandson say this, and a look of sudden realization appeared on his face. This is right! Generally, high-ranking people have strange temperaments. If they don't have strange temperaments, then they're not high-ranking people.

  "Little master, was that sword move you made on the battlefield also taught by your master?" Fu Bo suddenly asked.

  "En." Leng Xiao Yao nodded, since he had already lied, he might as well go all the way and attribute all his skills to that non-existent master.

  "It seems that young master has found a famous teacher." A relieved smile appeared on Fu Bo's face.

  "Xiaoyao, when are you planning to enter Tianlong Academy?"

  Leng Xiao Yao heard his grandfather's question and thought for a moment before saying: "Grandfather, I think I'll go to the academy next year."

  "Next year?" Leng Xiao's face showed a look of puzzlement, and it wasn't just him, even Fu Bo's face also showed a look of puzzlement.

  "This year, my master still has many things to teach me, so he told me to go to the academy later." Lan Xiang simply pushed all the responsibility onto his non-existent master.

  Leng Xiao Tian heard his grandson's words and immediately came to his senses, a smile on his face: "Since it was your master who said so, you can go to the academy later! In fact, there's nothing good to learn at the academy anyway. Why don't you just follow your master and learn some real combat skills?"

  "En." Leng Xiao Yao nodded slightly.

  Fu Bo saw that Leng Xiao Yao's eyes were always glancing at him, as if he had something to say but was hesitant, so he took the initiative to ask: "Young master, do you have something to ask me?"

  "En" calmly nodded and said: "Fu Bo, I'd like to ask, what's the current situation with the Manton Squad? Are my friends...?"

  "Haha!" Old Man Fu saw that Leng Xiao Yao was originally asking about these things, so he smiled and said: "Young Master, are you thinking of asking about the situation with those companions who were with you?"

  "Alright."

  "Don't worry, young master! After you fainted, the Royal Army of our country has arrived at Tiger Valley. If this old slave's guess is correct, the Tiger Gate should have been retaken by the Royal Army by now. The Beastman army is probably in retreat, and Shi Hu that kid should be arranging for the aftermath of Tiger Gate. I think your companions should be fine."

  Leng Xiao Yao heard what Fu Bo said and his worried heart finally put down, he slightly bowed and said: "Thank you, Fu Bo, for lending a helping hand."

  Fu Bo saw Leng Xiao Yao bowing to him and hastily waved his hand, saying: "Young master, you mustn't do this, it's too much for an old slave like me."

  "Fubo, what's wrong with that." Leng Xiangtian glared at Fubo discontentedly, but the smile on his face betrayed his inner delight at this moment. The Leng family had finally produced a talented and virtuous person.

  "Homeowner..." Mr. Fu's face revealed a bitter smile as he gazed at the cold sky.

  "Carefree, I plan to resign from office tomorrow morning, what do you think?" asked Leng Xiao Tian suddenly.

  Leng Xiao Yao heard his grandfather's question, first stunned, then thought for a moment before revealing a meaningful smile: "This is also good, Grandfather has been at war for many years, it's time to rest."

  Leng Xiao Tian heard his grandson say this and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes: "Oh! Is this the truth?"

  "Grandpa has already made up his mind, why ask me again?" asked Leng Xiao Yao with a smile.

  Leng Xiao's face revealed a smile, and he pointed at Leng Xiao Yao as he said to Fu Bo: "Fu Bo, look at this kid, now he's even starting to raise my army, haha!"

  Fu Bo saw the master of his house with a hearty smile, and he secretly sighed in his heart. How many years had it been? It seemed that since his young master left home, this was the first time he had seen the master smile like this.

  "My grandson dare not."

  "Alright, you little scamp! You've really had me fooled all these years!" Ling Xiao Tian said with a smile on his face.

  "Haha!" Leng Xiao Yao could only laugh along, what else could he say? He couldn't possibly tell the old man in front of him that he was a transmigrator, and that his original grandson had long since kicked the bucket.

  "Alright, Xiao Yao, I believe you know what to do next. Just be at ease, as long as you don't make a hole in the sky, Grandfather will support you." Leng Xiao Tian waved his hand with confidence.

  Leng Xiao Yao's face revealed a smile as he said, "You're still the same old Sun, what's wrong with that?"

  "Former grandson, former grandson." Leng Xi Tian repeated his grandson's words, a smile appearing on his face: "Good, not disappointing as a descendant of the Leng family, you can continue being your own Leng Xiao Yao."

  "Yes, Grandfather."

  Leng Xiao's heart was filled with joy, and upon seeing Leng Xiao's face slightly pale, he waved his hand and said: "Xiao, you are not fully recovered from your injuries, go down and rest! From now on, the Western Wing will be yours."

  "Yes, Grandfather. I'll take my leave now." Leng Xiao Yao nodded and then bowed to both Leng Xiao Tian and Fu Bo, before exiting the study.

  Leng Xiao Tian gazed at the back of his grandson disappearing from view, before speaking softly: "Fu Bo, do you believe what that kid said?"

  "What is a family master?" Fu Bo asked with a tentative expression on his face.

  Leng Xiao Tian heard Fu Bo's words and a smile appeared on his face. He pointed at Fu Bo and said, "Well done, Fu Bo! Now even you are starting to play dumb with me! Tell me your opinion!"

  "I believe Young Master has this master, and Young Master's master is at least a divine-level expert, or maybe even higher."

  "What's wrong?"

  Fu Bo sank into thought for a moment, and in his mind's eye appeared the shocking sword strike that Leng Xian had unleashed on the battlefield. He gritted his teeth and said, "If things don't go well, Young Master's master might be a divine being."

  "Divine spirit?" Leng Xue's face revealed a shocked expression, an incredulous look exclaimed: "Fu Bo, are you telling the truth?"

  "Master, I really can't think of anyone who could teach the young master such astonishing martial skills if it wasn't for a divine being. At least in my humble opinion, there is no one on the Maya continent who possesses such divine techniques." Fu Bo said with a confident expression.

  "Divine spirit." Leng Xue Tian was also shocked by these few words from Fu Bo, and after a moment of contemplation, he raised his head to gaze at Fu Bo: "Fu Bo, this news must not be leaked out. Arrange the West Wing for Xiao Yao's exclusive use from now on. Don't bother with how he cultivates; whatever he needs, as long as the Leng family has it, supply him fully."

  "Yes, master."

  "Go down! I'll be quiet by myself." Leng Xiao Yao waved his hand, signaling Fu Bo to retreat.

  "Yes, master." Fu Bo nodded and slightly bowed his head as he backed out of the study. In fact, Fu Bo could understand why his master was acting this way. It wasn't strange that Leng Xuetian was like this; when he had first made the guess in his heart, he had been shocked by it too. As he continued to secretly observe Leng Xueyang, the more he observed, the more certain he became of his own thoughts. Only today did he dare to say with certainty that Leng Xueyang's master was definitely a divine being.

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