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Chapter 591 Moon Soul Fairy
Chapter 591: Chapter 591 Moon Soul Fairy
At these words, the crowd on Yingyue Building exchanged glances, filled with excitement, urgency, and a touch of bewilderment.
Upon hearing this, Yan Qihuan skimmed over everyone and asked, "Everyone, no problems, right?"
The crowd naturally agreed without hesitation, whether it was Huanteng Mountain Villa, Cross Saber Sect, or Gongyang Ying, each was worth kneeling for—and facing Gongyang Ying, even kneeling on both knees was never an issue.
Thus, following Yan Qihuan’s command, everyone excitedly rose and left Yingyue Building.
"Miss, let’s hurry down too," someone said.
Sikong Jing and Ning Jingjing were seated near the window at the innermost part of the tavern, so they remained seated while the young man holding the East Plain Thousand Tyrant List gently beckoned to Ning Jingjing.
Clearly, Ning Jingjing was the only one he wished to speak to.
At that moment, Sikong Jing said, "Brother, could you lend me the East Plain Thousand Tyrant List to take a look?"
The young man gave Sikong Jing a brief look and casually replied, "Alright, just remember to give it back to me after you go downstairs."
After speaking, the young man passed the list to Sikong Jing and hurried downstairs.
Sikong Jing, upon receiving the list, did not immediately survey it. Instead, he emitted a faint aura, and at that instant, creatures like Little Demonic Rats in Wuwang City began to stir...
With Gongyang Ying’s impending arrival, would Mo Ci wait by her side to meet him?
This was what Sikong Jing needed to ascertain.
As soon as Little Demonic Rats detected even the slightest trace of the Supreme Forget Love Technique, Sikong Jing would be the first to know.
Only then did Sikong Jing look at the list and found Gongyang Ying at the 31st position.
Sikong Jing’s pupils contracted slightly. In previous issues of the East Plain Thousand Tyrant List, Gongyang Ying had been ranked 37th, and now had climbed a full six positions to the 31st spot.
Looking further down, Wang Ge of Wangyou Sect appeared at the 32nd position.
His pupils shrank again as Gongyang Ying’s ranking was now closely trailing his sister’s. Last month, his sister Sikong Ling had challenged Gongyang Ying and lost narrowly, being placed at the 42nd position.
Now, the difference between them was merely one rank.
Taking a deep breath, Sikong Jing quickly flipped through the rest of the list and heaved a long sigh of relief when he did not find his own name among the top hundred...
It seemed his attempt to obliterate the Yellow Jade Tablet in Hua Lidian last time had been successful.
His staged battle with Ji Tingyue, ranked 311th of Xingluo General Academy, had also been a success.
However, Sikong Jing was soon stunned again when he quickly spotted his name after the hundredth rank, shockingly at the 132nd position—far too prominent.
That is to say, his staged fight with Ji Tingyue had failed.
In the Peng Family of Long Night Imperial City, even after the Yellow Jade Stone was again etched, the Overlord Commerce’s research and deliberations identified the loophole in his intentional weakness, resulting in an extremely high ranking.
"It’s not too bad, as long as I’m not in the top hundred, it’s less likely that Ling’er will see it," Sikong Jing murmured to himself.
But he was still worried because the higher his rank, the more likely people would discuss it. What if Ling’er heard about it?
"Wangyou Sect, you must handle this properly."
"Ling’er, you too must absorb more of the Absolute Night Wolf King’s tears, and firmly protect your Daoist Heart."
Sikong Jing felt a sense of urgency, but there was nothing he could do about Overlord Commerce’s ranking decisions at the moment. All he could do was pray that Wangyou Sect would keep Ling’er from seeing or hearing about it...
He could only hope that even if Ling’er heard, she had the Absolute Night Wolf King’s tears to steadfastly guard her Daoist Heart from breaking.
"Boss, Gongyang Ying has arrived."
Suddenly, Sikong Jing heard the voice of Ning Jingjing beside his ear.
Taking a deep breath, Sikong Jing pulled himself out of his thoughts and looked out the window only to see a carriage moving methodically towards them from the direction of Wuwang City Gate.
The horses pulling the carriage were completely white with a single horn on their foreheads; they were the rare demon beasts of the Daoist Martial Realm... Unihorn Thousand-step Horses.
Driving the carriage was a middle-aged woman dressed in a silver long gown. Her face cold, she exuded a strong aura.
The carriage itself gave off an air of mystical nobility.
Soon, the Unihorn Thousand-step Horse drew the carriage up to the Yingyue Building and came to a stop.
At the same time, Yan Benxing approached with excitement, deeply clasping his fist and saying, "Cross Saber Sect’s Yan Benxing, delighted to welcome Miss Gongyang, the Moon Soul Fairy. Yingyue Building of Huanteng Mountain Villa is honored by your presence."
No sooner had the words fallen than everyone in front of Yingyue Building, Yan Qihuan leading, dropped to one knee, proclaiming loudly, "Welcome, Moon Soul Fairy."
All of a sudden, except for the disciples of the Cross Saber Sect, everyone kneeled.
This also highlighted the might of the Cross Saber Sect and its leader, Yan Benxing, showcasing his majestic temperament even more splendidly, like a treasured saber unsheathed!
Yan Benxing felt rather good about himself, his face flushed with joy.
At that moment, the curtain of the carriage was lightly lifted by the middle-aged woman driving it, revealing a figure in an orange gown.
Gongyang Ying appeared!
But her face was covered with a red veil, only revealing her eyes and smooth skin above them; yet even so, one could sense her extraordinary temperament and peerless beauty.
Opposite the carriage, Yan Benxing, unable to see Gongyang Ying’s face, showed a slight hint of disappointment.
But he quickly stepped forward and smiled, saying, "Moon Soul Fairy..."
Before he could finish, Gongyang Ying suddenly interrupted, "Hero Yan, ’Moon Soul Fairy’ is a title given to me by others. I, Gongyang Ying, do not deserve the title of ’Immortal.’ You may simply call me by my name."
Her voice was very pleasant, giving a feeling like a breeze in spring.
Yan Benxing’s spirit was slightly stirred, and with fervent eyes, he said, "No, in my heart, Miss Gongyang is indeed an ’Immortal.’"
With that, he stared intently at Gongyang Ying, hoping to see a glint of happiness in her eyes.
However, Gongyang Ying’s gaze remained utterly unchanged—not a trace of dissatisfaction or joy, just indifference, as she said, "As you wish."
She had experienced similar conversations many times before.
Every time, she had to correct them not to call her the ’Moon Soul Fairy,’ yet each time the men had the same response.
Gongyang Ying couldn’t be bothered to refute it any longer.
Then she looked towards the people kneeling on one knee, with a slight frown, and said, "Hero Yan, those who know me should be aware that I do not enjoy such grandeur and do not deserve such a grand gesture."
Clearly, she didn’t like the sight of everyone around her kneeling and paying respects.
But Yan Benxing confidently said, "The Moon Soul Fairy surely deserves it. Your grandfather, Gongyang Ren, is the State Preceptor of the War Soul Dynasty and a renowned healer of the East Plain Northern Land, having made unparalleled contributions to the Dynasty..."
"That’s my grandfather, not me," Gongyang Ying interjected firmly.
Yan Benxing was momentarily stunned by the rebuff but quickly assumed an expression of sudden realization.
"The Moon Soul Fairy is being too modest," he said.
"I believe the ’Immortal’ rightfully deserves the title, and moreover, at my command, everyone paid the grand gesture, which reflects the influence held by those among the top three hundred of the East Plain Thousand Tyrant List."
With that, Yan Benxing lifted his head and puffed out his chest, exuding arrogance.
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