Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 459 Lin Zhengxiu's Identity

On the other side, Canglige was sitting casually on a half-collapsed piece of wall debris, with one leg bent and his elbow resting on his knee, his posture a bit lazy and ruffian.

She looked at the scene in front of her where the dust had settled and the spots of light were rising, smacked her lips, and her face was full of disappointment: "Tsk, princesses in the palace are such trouble. I just slipped out after being 'released from prison', and the show is over? I don't feel any sense of participation at all. It's so boring!" She was obviously still brooding over this.

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhaoming immediately puffed out his chest like a rooster and said with a boastful tone: "That's terrible! Unlike me, I helped a lot! I ran around and was exhausted!" He tried to show off his contribution, even though his scholar's robe was covered in dust and wrinkled.

Cang Lige looked him up and down, sneered rudely, and retorted sarcastically: "Help? Look at your dirty face and ragged clothes. Did you sneak into the Beggars' Sect as a spy? Although you have done a lot of work, but you have not played a decisive role...I don't think it has much?"

Yan Zhaoming instantly got furious: "What beggar?! You don't even recognize a scholar's robe? You're so ignorant! This is called going deep into the people!" He pointed at the rags on his body, trying to emphasize his identity.

"Haha, scholar?" Canglige raised her eyebrows, and the sarcasm in her eyes became stronger. "A guy like you who even uses idioms upside down, if you really take an exam, I'm afraid you will be the runner-up! You are destined to be at the bottom!" She specifically picked on Yan Zhaoming's shortcomings.

Seeing that the two were about to start a tit-for-tat fight again, Fu Xiangxing sighed helplessly.

He was still wearing the inconspicuous eunuch's attire, and it was obvious that he had escaped from the palace and came here directly.

He skillfully walked between the two of them, extending his arm to symbolically create some distance between them. His tone was filled with a familiar tiredness: "Alright, alright, you two, the overall situation has been decided. Let's stop arguing over these trivial matters. Let's calm down for a while and rest."

Obviously, he is already familiar with the role of "peacemaker" in the team.

The other geniuses who were standing or sitting around, some were watching the excitement with their arms folded, with great interest and smiles on their faces; some were shaking their heads slightly, showing helpless expressions; and some were simply staring at the light spots in the sky as if it had nothing to do with them.

For a moment, the ruins that had survived the disaster were filled with a lively atmosphere because of this little quarrel.

This noise actually diluted the previous heaviness.

Amidst this slightly noisy background noise, Lin Zhengxiu, who had been standing silently beside the broken wall, couldn't help but have a slight reddening of his eyes.

He took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, took a step forward, and walked straight to Lu Wensheng, who was surrounded by people in the center of the light column.

Without any extra words, he solemnly clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to Lu Wensheng, bending his waist very low, his posture full of silent gratitude and solemnity.

Lu Wensheng looked at the figure in front of him who was bowing deeply. His gaze fell on the other person's eyes, which were slightly red due to the other person's efforts to suppress emotions, and his lips, which were tightly pursed. He instantly understood.

He didn't need the other person to speak, the thousands of words contained in that deep bow were clearly conveyed to him.

On the other side, Xie Qingwu stood alone beside a broken pillar a little further away, his eyes blank, as if he was in a trance, out of tune with his surroundings.

His face, which always had a hint of ignorance and indifference, now showed no emotion, as if his soul had drifted to an unknown distance, leaving only a body.

However, the moment Lin Zhengxiu's figure stepped into his perception range, those eyes that always carried a bit of ignorance and alienation suddenly focused, like a giant beast sleeping in the abyss suddenly opening its eyes.

Xie Qingwu's originally dazed and out-of-focus eyes seemed to be suddenly pulled back by an invisible thread, and the depths of his pupils suddenly contracted.

An invisible, cold and extremely oppressive aura, like a sleeping beast awakened, spread silently with him as the center - it was not a deliberately released spiritual power impact, but an absolute suppression of the superior over the inferior that came from the source of blood.

The gaze was as sharp as a knife, accurately fixed on Lin Zhengxiu. It was no longer ignorant, but carried a kind of condescending and stern majesty as if examining the invasion of territory.

Lin Zhengxiu was caught off guard, as if he was hit in the chest by an invisible hammer. The blood instantly drained from his face and turned as pale as paper.

A fear from deep within his bones gripped him. His body reacted before his consciousness did. He staggered and took two steps back uncontrollably.

He subconsciously lowered his eyes, not daring to meet that gaze. His lips moved slightly a few times, and finally he could only squeeze out a very low, trembling voice with obvious awe:

"Clan... clan leader."

"Clan leader?!"

Tang He, who was closest, was the first to react. He whipped his head around, his eyes wide open, staring at Lin Zhengxiu in disbelief. Then, he looked at Xie Qingwu, whose aura suddenly became unfathomable, and subconsciously exclaimed! This information was too shocking—Lin Zhengxiu... was actually a member of Xie Qingwu's clan?

As soon as he exclaimed, Lu Wensheng's gaze swept over him as if it were real.

The look was calm, yet it carried an unquestionable sense of comfort and restraint.

Tang He was stunned by this gaze, and the rest of the words were instantly stuck in his throat. He swallowed them back, but his mouth was still slightly open, and his face was full of great astonishment and confusion.

So that's how it is... No wonder the demonic energy on Lin Zhengxiu is so faint, almost undetectable. It turns out he is from the Phantom Demon Clan who are good at hiding and transforming.

Lu Wensheng understood it in his heart, but he was not too surprised by this identity - all the clues had already been connected in his mind.

Facing Lin Zhengxiu's awed whisper, Xie Qingwu only let out a very light, yet icy cold snort from his nose.

He raised his chin slightly, his eyes still fixed on Lin Zhengxiu. His tone was indifferent, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry. "Heh... I didn't know that one of my clansmen had such 'capabilities'."

Lin Zhengxiu secretly helped Lin Zhuxuan and even passed a lot of key information to Lu Wensheng's side. From the perspective of the demon clan, this was undoubtedly an act of betrayal.

Xie Qingwu's words were obviously not praise, but questioning and scrutiny.

but……

Lu Wensheng glanced at Xie Qingwu calmly, a hint of subtle amusement flickering through his eyes. This "righteous" clan leader questioning the traitor, wasn't he also a complete "leaker" when it came to leaking key information? It was just the pot calling the kettle black, so how could he have the nerve to do that?

Xie Qingwu obviously noticed Lu Wensheng's gaze and felt a little uneasy.

He tried hard to maintain the majestic posture of the Demon Lord, but subconsciously turned his face away quickly, and a faint blush seemed to appear suspiciously on the tip of his ears: he was of noble status, how could he be compared with the demons under his command!

The clan leader's cold gaze that had been looming over him finally disappeared, and Lin Zhengxiu's extremely tense heartstrings suddenly relaxed. He was then shocked to realize that his back was completely soaked with cold sweat.

The thin clothes stuck to the cold skin, bringing waves of chill.

In the face of Xie Qingwu's blood pressure, he felt like a fish on a chopping board waiting to be slaughtered. He couldn't even think of struggling. All he felt was the instinctive fear and submission that penetrated deep into his bones.

It is an irresistible hierarchical oppression that is imprinted deep in the soul.