eurekapd Chapter 228 Nie Mingjue
Chapter 228 Nie Mingjue
At 9:00 AM, Qingheng-jun, having completed all preparations, stood tall and elegant in front of the Lan Clan's spacious training ground, accompanied by Lan Qiren, Lan Huan, Lan Zhan, and a dozen or so Lan Clan elders. A refined and graceful smile played on his lips as he calmly waited for the other clan leaders of the cultivation world to arrive with several or even a dozen boys and girls, aged between fourteen or fifteen and seventeen or eighteen, who had rushed over after receiving the message the day before. Their arrival was filled with anticipation, anxiety, and doubt.
The first thing that caught the eyes of Qinghengjun and the others was a dazzling red robe, as bright as the blazing sun. It was Wen Ruohan leading the way, walking with a heavy, imposing aura. Two steps behind him were five young men with faces that were either handsome, refined, or cold, and their auras were restrained like ordinary people. Behind them were dozens of outstanding young members of the Wen family who had rushed over as soon as they received the message.
Wen Ruohan, having just left behind a group of followers, casually stopped to Qinghengjun's left, pointed at the Wen Clan disciples standing upright on the training ground like rows of proud little poplars, and turned his head as if about to say something.
"Haha, Brother Wenjing, I'm not late, am I?" A rough and hearty voice came from afar. "Come, come! You've been in seclusion for many years, and you still haven't seen the promising talents that have emerged from the Unclean World in recent years! Come and see for yourself, I guarantee you, every single one of them is a fine young man of the Nie family!"
Before he could finish speaking, Wen Ruohan raised an eyebrow and followed the sound with a probing gaze. He wanted to see what kind of person this clueless scoundrel Nie had brought that was worth such a loud shout.
Qinghengjun and the others quietly shifted their gaze to the scene before them, where they saw the tall and imposing Nie Changfeng striding forward with a broad smile, one hand gripping his sword.
Walking alongside him was a boy with a still-childish face who looked no more than eleven or twelve years old, yet he had already grown exceptionally tall, strong, and heroic. He wore a blue family robe with a beast-head pattern, a direct descendant of the Nie family. Judging from his face and temperament, which were about 80% similar to Nie Changfeng's, it was clear that he was Nie Changfeng's eldest son—Nie Mingjue!
Following closely behind were the dozen or so outstanding young disciples of the Nie family who had gathered for this event.
Qinghengjun's gaze swept over the group of men, large and small, all bearing imposing and rugged, dressed in the Nie family robes, with a calm yet somewhat friendly look. He smiled and said, "Brother Nie, you're too kind! These young men are full of vigor and have clear eyes. Judging from their posture and gait, they are agile and powerful, showing a solid foundation. They are all rare talents! Brother Nie, you manage your family well! Congratulations!"
The next moment, his gaze shifted and landed on Nie Mingjue, who was walking alongside Nie Changfeng with an expressionless face. The smile in his dark eyes became even more genuine. "This must be Brother Nie's eldest son. He has the bearing of a dragon and the grace of a phoenix, extraordinary talent, and a handsome figure. He will surely surpass his father and shine brightly in the world!"
"Oh, Brother Wen Jing, you flatter me!" As he spoke, Nie Changfeng had already arranged for the disciples following behind him to stand neatly and upright next to the Wen Clan's formation. A proud blush rose on his bronze face. Then, while grinning, he spoke somewhat humbly in a literary manner, and with his feet moving steadily, he led the cold-faced Nie Mingjue to the right side of Qinghengjun.
"Come on, Mingjue, meet your Uncle Lan!" Nie Changfeng grabbed Nie Mingjue by the shoulder and handed him over to Qinghengjun.
Nie Mingjue ignored his father's strong hand on his shoulder and gave a crisp and respectful bow: "This humble one is Nie Mingjue of the Qinghe Nie Clan. I greet Lord Qingheng, Mr. Lan, Sect Leader Wen, Young Master Lan, and Second Young Master Lan."
Qingheng-jun and Lan Qiren nodded slightly in return, while Lan Huan and Lan Zhan returned the greeting in unison. Wen Ruohan simply raised his chin proudly to indicate that he had returned the greeting. He glanced at Nie Mingjue, who was only eleven or twelve years old, yet he remained neither humble nor arrogant, and acted with propriety and composure even when facing him and other elders of high cultivation and great power, such as Qingheng-jun.
Out of the corner of her eye, she also caught a glimpse of Lan Huan and Lan Zhan standing next to Lan Qiren. Although they were young, they were already naturally elegant and had the potential to be stunningly beautiful and extraordinary when they grew up. She couldn't help but think of her own two sons who were too embarrassing to show off, so she kept them hidden away in Qishan Nightless City and didn't dare to bring them out to embarrass herself. A bittersweet feeling of envy and longing welled up in her heart.
Wen Ruohan was proud throughout his life, always surpassing his peers. His radiant brilliance overshadowed countless people, and he looked down on the world with no one in awe. However, he was ashamed to talk about his offspring!
Feeling a surge of bitterness, Wen Ruohan frowned and coldly said, "Lan Wenjing, the sun is almost high in the sky. Aren't you going to get down to business?"
Qinghengjun paused, then smiled elegantly: "Sect Leader Wen, please don't be in a hurry. The other clan heads have not yet arrived, so I, Lan, cannot act on my own!"
Wen Ruohan: "!"