Chapter 41: Not Needed!

  Ling Feiyang understood that killing him was as easy as turning over his palm for the old man in front of him, but he knew this person wouldn't kill him. If they wanted to kill him, did they need to wait until now?

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, the old man released his hand and flashed forward again.

  "You want to protect her?" The old man's tone was inquiring.

  "Yes!" Ling Feiyang answered firmly without any hesitation.

  "But now you don't have that kind of power." The old man sneered, "I can take your life with just one finger."

  This statement is not an exaggeration at all. Ling Feiyang had just witnessed the old man's skills earlier. It was really just a finger that knocked down that swordsman.

  His eyebrows were tightly locked, but his eyes shone with an even more determined gaze: "I will grow up, I will become stronger!"

  "Heh heh..." The old man chuckled, "Young one, three days from now at this time, wait for me here. Don't tell her."

  Ling Feiyang was taken aback, and by the time he came to his senses, the old man had already floated far away and soon disappeared into the night. The old man didn't explicitly say not to tell anyone, but Ling Feiyang knew that he meant Mingyue.

  Ling Feiyang slowly returned to the city, but his mind was still thinking about the problem. The swordsman who climbed onto the roof was clearly after Mingyue, but who was he? And this powerful old man had no malice towards Mingyue, he was protecting her. Then who was he?

  Back home, everything was as usual. Ling Feiyang went to bed with a lot on his mind. The next day, he got up and went to Zhuge Mingyue's place for breakfast, then they headed to the academy together. The academy had already gotten used to seeing Ling Feiyang and Zhuge Mingyue come and go together. No one would bother them, nor did anyone dare to. As expected, Zhuge Mingyue didn't know about what happened last night.

  Ling Feiyang finally endured until three days later, and after midnight, he early on carried his sword to the place where he had agreed with the old man to wait.

  Sitting on the ground, Ling Feiyang gazed out at the night sky. Before long, a figure appeared in the distance, rapidly approaching. In what seemed like just the blink of an eye, the person was standing right before him. This time, Ling Feiyang finally got a clear look at the person's appearance. The person in front of him had a completely ordinary face and wore ordinary clothes; if he blended into a crowd, it would probably be impossible to pick him out. And yet, this unremarkable old man standing in the crowd was actually an incredibly powerful expert. His back seemed to be carrying something.

  "Master!" Ling Feiyang stood up and stared steadily at the old man in front of him.

  "It's still early." The old man stood with his hands behind his back, smiling faintly, but in that smile, there was a hint of an overbearing aura that seemed to look down on the world.

  "Master, can you tell me who that person was? Who instructed him to harm Mingyue?" This is what Ling Feiyang is most concerned about.

  "Who do you think would be against her?" The old man asked back instead of answering.

  "If there's anyone who would be harmed by her, the biggest suspect right now is someone from the Zhuge family who doesn't want to see her rise."

  "A child can be taught." The old man's tone was somewhat approving. "You know that, so you should pay more attention in the future."

  "Yes." Ling Feiyang subconsciously responded immediately.

  "But your current strength is really too weak." The old man shook his head and looked at Ling Feiyang, "Let me see your sword."

  Ling Feiyang unsheathed his sword and handed it to the old man. The old man took it, examined it carefully, and with a light tap on the blade, the sword suddenly broke into two pieces.

  Ling Feiyang's face changed suddenly, and before he could say anything, the old man spoke up first.

  "Don't be angry, I know that a treasured sword is a swordsman's life. But it also depends on whether this treasured sword has the qualifications." The old man threw the treasured sword in his hand to the ground, "This treasured sword, although it looks good, is still an ordinary product." The old man took down what was on his back and stripped off the black cloth layer by layer, revealing a treasured sword that looked unremarkable. The scabbard had turned grayish white.

  "Take it." The old man drew out the sword in his hand and tossed it to Ling Feiyang.

  Ling Feiyang took the treasured sword, and his hand sank. In his heart, he secretly thought, what a heavy sword. He measured the length of the sword, but couldn't see anything unusual about it. The sword looked extremely ordinary from the outside, without any unusual features.

  "Send someone." The old man's brief order.

  Ling Feiyang grasped the sword, focusing his energy. The treasure sword emitted a white glow at this moment, which was not unusual, as most swordsman's energy glows were similar. However, what was strange was that the sword in his hand suddenly became light as if it were weightless, and slowly transformed. An ancient pattern emerged on the sword body, making it slightly transparent. The patterns seemed to be alive, flowing within the sword body. Ling Feiyang couldn't help but reach out to touch the sword body, but the old man suddenly stretched out his hand and gently patted his fingers towards the sword blade. The sword blade instantly cut through Ling Feiyang's fingers, and fresh blood gushed out, staining the sword. And in the next moment, Ling Feiyang stared in shock as the sword absorbed all of his blood, and the entire sword body gradually turned from its original transparency to red.

  In the night, Ling Fei Yang's sword in his hand gradually turned blood red, emitting a strange and breathtaking beauty.

  "You really acknowledge your master." The old man's tone was somewhat surprised and also somewhat satisfied.

  "What does it mean?" Ling Feiyang looked at the old man in confusion.

  "This sword is called Pokill. I didn't expect you could make him acknowledge a master, not bad." The old man nodded in satisfaction.

  Ling Feiyang shuddered. Po Ji! Does the person in front of him know what this sword is? Po Ji! This is a fierce sword, a powerful fierce sword! Legend has it that this sword seems to have its own consciousness. No one can control it, and it always makes those who try to use it die mysteriously. Later, it was said to be sealed in some place to prevent it from harming people again. This legend dates back hundreds of years. How did the old man in front of him get this sword?

  "Can't you recognize your master?" Ling Feiyang swallowed his saliva and asked with a lingering fear.

  "You'll die anyway." The old man replied matter-of-factly.

  Ling Feiyang's mouth twitched and he swallowed hard.

  "You have average qualifications, coming here every night at this time, with time and effort, you can still become a great talent." The old man said calmly. In fact, he was secretly praising Ling Feiyang's qualifications as being exceptionally good, having such a person guarding her was a very good thing. However, his face didn't show it, and his mouth was still teasing Ling Feiyang.

  "Yes." Ling Feiyang put away his sword and bowed to the old man, "Master!"

  "Alright, see you this time tomorrow night." The old man calmly accepted Ling Feiyang's bow and threw out this sentence before turning around and floating away.

  Ling Feiyang took a look at the old man's back, then touched the broken sword on his back, raised his head to gaze at the sky, and was speechless. He turned around and left.

  The old man floated far away, only then did he turn his head to look in the direction of Qing Feng City. With this kid guarding it, one can feel a lot more at ease.

  Zhuge Mingyue was now sleeping soundly, completely unaware of what had happened to Ling Feiyang.

  A few days later, Zhuge Mingyue stared blankly at the horse-drawn carriage by the door. The family crest on the carriage was that of the Zhuge family. A man in his forties with an extraordinary air about him stepped down from the carriage and smiled warmly as he saw Zhuge Mingyue: "Miss Mingyue, I am the steward of the Zhuge household, sent by the master to deliver some items to you." He then bowed to Zhuge Mingyue.

  At the behest of the master of the house? Zhuge Mingyue raised an eyebrow, looking at the four fully armed guards standing beside the carriage, and with one glance, she knew they were well-trained and skilled in combat.

  "These four guards were sent by Master of the House to protect you." The butler's smile was faultless, his attitude neither servile nor arrogant.

  "Not needed! Go back!" Zhuge Mingyue coldly refused, "I have my own guardian." The Zhuge family, which had always ignored her, suddenly became so enthusiastic. She didn't understand what it meant? It seemed that in the eyes of her own Zhuge family master, she was also a valuable person. However, Zhuge Mingyue felt a kind of disgust deep down towards this enthusiasm in front of her.

  "Miss Mingyue, the master of the house is actually very concerned about you and worried about your safety, so he sent them to protect you." The butler explained patiently with a good temper.

  "I said I don't need it, can't you hear?" Zhuge Mingyue had no good attitude towards the people of the Zhuge family.

  "Please don't make things difficult for me, Miss Mingyue. I'm just following orders," the steward requested, "They won't disturb your life."

  Zhuge Mingyue slammed the door shut without a word, ignoring the steward and his guards. She went next door to knock on it and called for Ling Feiyang to go to the academy with her. Ling Feiyang merely gave everyone a meaningful glance before leaving with Zhuge Mingyue.

  The housekeeper silently watched the backs of Zhuge Mingyue and Ling Feiyang, thinking to himself that the news was true. Zhuge Mingyue and Ling Feiyang of the Ling family had a complicated relationship. This is going to be a bit troublesome. It's also unknown how the master will handle this matter.

  After sending the letter by carrier pigeon, the steward took his men and returned to the capital.

  The Zhuge family in the capital city, in the study.

  A handsome man stood by the window, looking thirty-seven or eight years old, wearing a suit and tie, slightly frowning as he gazed out of the window.

  He is the master of the Zhuge family and the father of Zhuge Mingyue.

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