Chapter 52: I, Gentle and Refined, Am Eager to Receive Your Warmth

Deathly silence descended upon the Lin Family estate.

Even the Lin clansmen stood frozen, their mouths agape.

The event had unfolded too quickly. One moment, the winged creature was shouting threats; the next, he was nothing but a fine mist of blood.

Outside the gates, the cultivators were paralyzed with terror.

The winged creature’s old servant turned ashen. He was trembling violently. The palm strike had been so fast, so absolute, that he hadn’t even registered it until his young master was dead.

And even if he had seen it, he couldn’t have stopped it.

That pressure… it carried the faint aura of the Conferred King Realm!

He was merely a Half-Step Conferred Lord. How could he resist such power?

“Young Master…” His face twisted in grief, but he dared not scream. He turned pleading eyes toward Ye Liuli.

Ye Liuli’s face was pale. She was shaken.

She had spent her life cultivating in the seclusion of the Immemorial Sacred Mountains. She had never witnessed such casual, brutal slaughter. A living being, erased in the blink of an eye.

However, she was no ordinary girl. She took a deep breath, forcing her expression back into a mask of ice.

She still had Aunt Xue.

“Let’s go in,” Ye Liuli commanded, stepping through the gates. The other creatures from the Sacred Mountains followed, their earlier arrogance replaced by nervous silence.

They were frightened. The Young Lord’s dominance far exceeded their expectations. He didn’t argue; he simply killed.

Hidden within the void, Aunt Xue frowned deeply.

She had wanted to intervene. After all, the winged boy was on their side. But the moment she thought about moving, a terrifying aura had locked onto her.

His strength is not inferior to mine!

That must be the Lin Ancestor… the legendary ‘Old Servant.’

Aunt Xue was shocked.

At her peak, she was a Heavenly God. In the Upper Realm, she was a powerhouse who could make True Gods bow. For this Lin Ancestor to match her meant his true cultivation was at least at the Heavenly God Realm—perhaps even the God King Realm.

A sense of unease settled over her.

An old servant suspected to be a God King?

This situation is far more complex than the Young Miss realizes.

Furthermore, the palm strike that killed the winged creature… Aunt Xue recognized the fluctuations. It felt like a supreme technique from a specific Immortal Orthodoxy in the Upper Realm.

“A young man with such strength is undoubtedly a Young Supreme.”

“His surname is Gu… There aren’t many ‘Gu’ families in the Upper Realm. Could it be… that clan?”

The realization hit her like a bucket of ice water.

The “Gu” surname was rare. And the clan she was thinking of possessed a heritage that rivaled even the Immemorial Immortal Clan backing her Young Miss.

A new thought bloomed in her mind, replacing her wariness with excitement.

If he really is from that clan… this isn’t a disaster. It’s an opportunity.

Ye Chen is nothing. A worthless ant.

Although Miss Liuli is the Patriarch’s favorite daughter, she isn’t the only one. If she could connect with this Young Lord…

Aunt Xue’s eyes lit up. She made a decision.

She stepped out of the void, revealing herself behind Ye Liuli.

“Aunt Xue?” Ye Liuli was surprised. Her guardian rarely showed herself voluntarily.

“Miss,” Aunt Xue whispered, her tone urgent but respectful. “In my opinion… this matter might be a misunderstanding.”

Ye Liuli froze.

What?

Deep in the void, Elder Ming raised an eyebrow.

What is going on? This woman just conveyed goodwill toward me?

If she had tried to attack, he would have struck her down with thunderous force. But instead, she had signaled peace. He was confused, but as long as the Young Master was safe, he wouldn’t interfere.

…

Outside the estate, the spectators were buzzing with shock.

“The Immemorial Sacred Mountains… they actually backed down?”

“That Young Lord is too domineering! He slapped a creature from the Sacred Mountains to death, and they just walked inside quietly!”

“His strength must far surpass the Conferred Lord Realm. It’s unimaginable… He looks so young, yet he’s so terrifying.”

“The Young Lord is truly unfathomable.”

The cultivators’ awe for Gu Changge deepened into reverence.

To the Central State, the Sacred Mountains were forbidden zones, places where gods resided. Countless sects had been wiped out for offending them.

But clearly, the Young Lord’s background was even more terrifying.

…

Inside the Palace.

Gu Changge sat at the head seat, dressed in dark robes, with Su Qingge attending to him.

He retracted his hand, a playful expression on his face. The conversation outside hadn’t escaped his perception.

Ye Chen’s cousin?

Ancient bloodline, fostered in the Lower Realm, deep emotional bond…

Ah, the sweet scent of a dog-blood trope.

He had suspected this might happen, but having it confirmed was delightful. The trashy authors from his past life hadn’t lied to him.

“Young Master, do you plan to kill them?” Su Qingge asked, puzzled by his amusement.

“No,” Gu Changge smiled, standing up and clasping his hands behind his back. “How could I, a gentle and refined scholar, casually kill people? That would be wasteful.”

“They are so eager to deliver warmth to me… I am actually quite moved.”

He walked out of the hall just as the Lin Family Patriarch led Ye Liuli and her entourage into the courtyard.

Their eyes met instantly.

Ye Liuli recognized him immediately. Although she had never seen him, that aura of lofty, effortless supremacy was unmistakable.

Behind her, Aunt Xue’s eyes lit up with approval.

This is exactly what a Young Supreme from the Upper Realm should look like.