bdsm-fiction 39. Purple Light and Visitors
39. Purple Light and Visitors
Seeing Ling Yongsheng nod, indicating that he was aware of the matter, Ling Bingtian relaxed. Regardless, what could he possibly accomplish with his current peak level 19 soul power? To eliminate the threat, he could only rely on the elders of the Ling family at this stage.
However, as he turned to continue walking forward, a fleeting purple light in his peripheral vision immediately caught Ling Bingtian's attention.
Ling Bingtian turned his head and saw a "familiar face".
A purple bamboo pillar of light, seven sections long, stood beside a dark green pillar of light, floating above a gatekeeper in an extreme ice army.
This gatekeeper was none other than the same gatekeeper who had crossed paths with Ling Bingtian and Ling Yongsheng four days ago when they left the city.
He remains steadfast in his post, meticulously carrying out his duties.
Unlike the other guards around him, who stood up straight and raised their voices when greeting merchants, he didn't stand like the others. They all seemed to be trying to attract the attention of the three of them.
"Interesting, quite special." Ling Bingtian thought to himself, memorizing the man's face. He planned to bring him out of the Extreme Ice Army's city guard camp in a couple of days. He had absolutely no reason to miss out on a talent like a seven-section purple bamboo pillar.
Thinking this, the three of them passed through the North Gate and returned to the Ice City. After entering the city, Ling Yongming seemed to have lost his focus for a while, and his steps became slower.
However, since he had not returned for over a hundred years, the layout of the city had changed somewhat. Therefore, Ling Yongming chose to lag behind a few steps and let Ling Yongsheng walk in front, while he followed behind Ling Yongsheng and let Ling Yongsheng lead the way.
The closer Ling Bingtian got to the location of the Duke's mansion in his memory, the more complex emotions he could see on Ling Yongming's face.
It was an expression that mixed longing, fear, desire, and panic.
This was the first time Ling Bingtian had realized that a person's face could express so many different meanings. It seemed that Ling Yongming still felt somewhat awkward about returning to the Ling family.
After all, from the moment he began his guardianship journey deep within the secret cave, he had already prepared himself to die there. He never imagined that in his lifetime he would have the opportunity to leave that deep, thorny cave a hundred miles away and return home.
In this light, it's not surprising that Ling Yongming would have such a complex expression on his face.
At their pace, it wouldn't take the three of them long to walk from the North Gate to the Ling family's gate.
Before long, the magnificent gates of the Duke's mansion came into view.
The moment Ling Yongming saw the gates of the Duke's mansion, memories of the past seemed to flood his mind.
As children, we run freely and carefree; as teenagers, we grow step by step and fight with fervent passion; as young adults, we strive with high spirits and great ambition.
Later, he took his brother's place and went to that sacred place.
The past flashed through the old man's mind like a fleeting glimpse of a scene, and a glistening tear uncontrollably welled up in the corner of his eye, reflecting the sunlight and shimmering brightly.
Only then did Ling Yongming truly feel that he had indeed set foot on the land of his hometown.
Before arriving here from the cave, Ling Yongming still had a sense of unreality in his heart, a natural worry that comes with experiencing a major upheaval.
But once you get here, that sense of unreality truly disappears.
Seeing Ling Yongming standing still, Ling Yongsheng and Ling Bingtian didn't want to disturb him at this time. After he had quietly vented his emotions, Ling Yongsheng put his arm around his shoulder and gestured for him to continue walking forward.
At this moment, the two guards standing in front of the Duke's mansion were overjoyed when they saw Ling Yongsheng and Ling Bingtian.
For the past two days, the mistress has been constantly nagging about why the eldest son hasn't returned yet, wondering if something has happened. Everyone in the household is tired of hearing it.
Now that the old master and the eldest son have returned, the mistress will probably stop nagging about it all the time.
"only?"
Seeing Ling Yongsheng and Ling Bingtian following behind a middle-aged man with white hair, the two gatekeepers were somewhat puzzled.
Who is this person? How could the old patriarch and the eldest son both be following behind him!
However, that wasn't their concern. Seeing the three slowly approaching the gate, the two immediately shouted, "Welcome home, Old Master and Young Master!"
To ensure that the people inside the mansion could hear them, the two deliberately used some soul power to amplify the volume.
The powerful sound waves emanating from the two immediately spread throughout the entire Ling family compound, starting from the main gate.
The entire Ling family, who were busy with their work, paused for a moment, but quickly resumed their tasks, as most of them knew that this had nothing to do with them.
Only in the guest room where the Ling family entertained their guests did the expressions of the people sitting there change noticeably, especially the beautiful woman sitting in the second-highest seat, whose face revealed obvious joy.
Clearly, she was Ling Bingtian's mother, Ling Jun. Beside Ling Jun sat Ling An, the current head of the Ling family. Upon hearing the guard's message, his previously formal smile became more genuine.
At this moment, in this large living room, there are two groups of people sitting on the left and right sides respectively. One side is a group of two people, one adult and one child; the other side is a group of two adults.
The pair consisted of an older man and a younger man, one dressed in white and exuding a gentle aura.
Although he is well-maintained, the wrinkles that are faintly visible on his face suggest that he is not young.
Since entering the guest room, the old man in white had maintained a constant smile and exuded no special aura. He appeared to be a very gentle and ordinary old man.
Compared to him, the girl sitting neatly beside him looked much more special.
The girl was dressed in a red outfit, with a slender and well-proportioned figure. Her fiery red hair was tied into a single ponytail and flowed smoothly down her back. She looked to be about eleven or twelve years old.
Although they are only around eleven or twelve years old, girls are always more mature than boys.
The girl was already over 1.6 meters tall, and the flower of youth was beginning to bloom. The most eye-catching feature of her body was her slightly exaggerated breasts. Although limited by her age, one could already see their future towering, firm, and imminent appearance.
His body, honed through years of training, exuded a healthy and strong aura. His waist was very slender, widening only at the hips, and his long, shapely legs were perfectly straight.
Looking at her, you can feel a strong sense of youthfulness emanating from her.
What's most peculiar is her pair of pale pink eyes. When you look into them, a captivating feeling easily arises in your heart, making you think all sorts of things.
Fortunately, whether the girl knew the reason or it was her personality, her eyes were cold, and this coldness slightly suppressed that captivating gaze.
The two people sitting opposite them both looked like ordinary middle-aged men, but coincidentally, their hair was the same fiery red as the girl's.
Judging from the faint aura emanating from the white-robed old man and the two red-haired middle-aged men, all three possessed extraordinary cultivation levels.