Lord of the World - C98

Leng Jun was not unfamiliar with cutting wood. He had cut wood in the mountains with his father when he was young. Although time had passed, his memories were very clear. With Leng Jun’s help, the axman quickly cut down the two bundles of firewood he needed. But Leng Jun had become addicted to it and chopped out two bundles.

The axman said again and again that he had cut them too many, but Leng Jun actually laughed and said that he would use them as revenge for him. In the end, the axman could not resist him, and could only let him enjoy watching.

On the way down the mountain, Zhu Qingyun suddenly said to Leng Jun: “Brother Jun, my uncle’s home is in Heavenly Sword City. You can just send me to Heavenly Sword City, my uncle will naturally send someone to send me back to the Divine Martial City.”

After Leng Jun heard this, he could not help but feel pain in his heart. Just a moment ago, because of the memories of his childhood, his good mood instantly vanished into nothingness, as Leng Jun wailed in his heart: “What does she mean by this, does she not want to be together with me anymore?”

These thoughts made Leng Jun’s heart feel as if it was being slashed by a knife, as though a sharp sword was piercing his heart, and blood was flowing out. Leng Jun’s heart was filled with grief, but on the surface, he still had to work hard to maintain his shock. He didn’t want Zhu Qingyun to see his reluctance, because he knew that it would be even more dangerous for Zhu Qingyun to follow him. Zhu Qingyun’s father was an important figure in the God Clan, so her uncle’s position would naturally not be low as well. Now that she sent Zhu Qingyun to his uncle’s place, his uncle would definitely dispatch some heavy soldiers to escort her back to the Divine Martial City. Naturally, it would be much safer than following him around.

Although Leng Jun pretended to be very calm, how could he hide it from the clever Zhu Qingyun? In the days that Zhu Qingyun and Leng Jun had been together, the two of them had already reached an understanding. She could clearly feel Leng Jun’s emotions, but she had to do this.

It was just that she wanted to stay with Leng Jun a little longer, so she wanted Leng Jun to wait a little longer, even if it would be just a little longer.

Ever since Zhu Qingyun saw that Leng Jun was willing to abandon his sword and bow his head to him, she had already had this kind of thought. She knew that she could no longer burden Leng Jun, because he would really risk his life for her. Leng Jun was the most important man in her life, how could she be willing to let this person get hurt for his?

Therefore, no matter how painful it was, even if she knew that this would hurt Leng Jun’s heart, she still had to do this. In truth, Zhu Qingyun had already made up her mind long ago. No matter where she went, she would always say that she had relatives there. And it was true.

Although the cities under the heavens were governed by the thirty-six sects, every city had a Minister of Finance, and every city, without exception, had a Minister of Finance assigned to them by God Clan. Since they were both of the same God Clan, then they were naturally Zhu Qingyun’s relatives. It was just that Zhu Qingyun did not expect them to come to Heavenly Sword City, and the Minister of Finance of the city just so happened to be her own uncle.

Zhu Qingyun was a little regretful that she had spoken of it too early. Along the way, Leng Jun did not say a word, and stayed silent the entire time. Zhu Qingyun did not know what to say either, as long as she was the same as Leng Jun, she would silently follow behind him.

They arrived at Heavenly Sword City very quickly. Leng Jun carried the two bundles of firewood back to his house, asked where her uncle Zhu Qingyun’s home was, and then went to his uncle’s house with him.

Zhu Qingyun’s uncle’s home was in the south of Heavenly Sword City. It was a large mansion, and it seemed to be the Fu Jia’s house. This was not surprising. A family like Zhu Yunjun could be considered a great aristocrat even in Divine Martial City. In other places, they would naturally be above others.

Originally, Leng Jun did not want to see Uncle Zhu Qingyun. The moment he sent Zhu Qingyun to the entrance, he wanted to leave. In the end, he still could not bear to refuse. Together with Zhu Qingyun, they walked up the stairs and knocked on the door of the Heavenly Sword City’s Chancellor’s Palace.

Leng Jun stepped forward and patted on the bronze bracelet on the tall, red wooden door a few times. Not long after, the corner door opened a crack with a creak sound. A man who looked like a servant stuck his head out from the crevice and sized Leng Jun up before asking bluntly: “Who are you looking for?”

Leng Jun could not bear to see this kind of noble family being so high and mighty. This was the reason why he did not want to enter the Palace. But for Zhu Qingyun, he had no choice but to suppress her temper and explain her origins to the family member, and even reported Zhu Qingyun’s name.

The servant opened the corner of the door, walked out, and carefully examined Zhu Qingyun from head to toe before saying: “Please wait here for a moment, I’ll go in and notify them.”

Upon hearing that Zhu Qingyun was their master’s niece, the servant’s tone and attitude became much more amiable. As he closed the corner door, he heard the sound of hurried footsteps, and it was clear that he had run away to report to his family.

Not long after, the sounds of messy footsteps came from the middle of the courtyard, and immediately after, the red wooden door in front of Leng Jun was opened from the left and right.

It seemed like Zhu Qingyun’s identity had been confirmed, with a dozen servants standing on either side of two rows, a few servant girls anxiously went forward to support Zhu Qingyun, and Leng Jun was welcomed by the servant who had previously reported him to the main hall.

The servant brought Leng Jun to a chair in the hall and invited him to sit. Then, he instructed the other servants to bring two plates of fruits and pastries.

With that, the servant left, leaving Leng Jun alone in the large hall.

The furnishings in the living room were gorgeous and elegant, yet it did not lose any elegance. It showed that the owner’s wealth and taste were better than the other. For some reason, hiding in the large and spacious hall alone, Leng Jun felt extremely unnatural.

Leng Jun felt that he was just a fool, or an animal trapped in a cage for others to see. It was because the servants and maids outside the hall were all curious about what was going on inside. This made Leng Jun feel as if he was sitting on pins and needles, as though countless ants were crawling all over his body. However, he couldn’t move, because he was afraid that his master would see it, and he was being impolite.

His heart was like a raging river, never calming down for even a moment. He did not know how he should face Zhu Qingyun’s family, nor did he know what her uncle would think of him. Would they treat him as a guest of honor as if he were their savior, or would they treat him as a greedy person who only wanted to find bounty? But no matter what, they would not treat him as the future son-in-law of the Bamboo Family, because he was just a poor man after all.

Leng Jun did not like this feeling, the feeling of being looked down from above.