452 - Rebirth of a Star: Another Day, Another Drama

Chapter 452: How Long Will You Keep Hugging? The familiar voice made Jiang Lingyun's body tremble, his eyes instantly reddening. His thin lips parted as he whispered two words, "Linglong!" Everyone stopped in unison and turned toward the direction the voice had come from. Three figures stood in mid-air: a woman flanked by two men. One exuded a dignified and commanding presence without needing to show anger, while the other appeared somewhat carefree and unreliable at first glance. "You are Ye Linglong!" the lead cultivator from the Celestial Pavilion exclaimed, disbelief etched across his face. Hadn't she been transported to the Immortal Realm via the Path to Heaven? How could she be here? Could the ancestor have been mistaken? "Senior Sister!!" "Linglong!" The faces of the people from the Liuli Sword Sect were full of excitement, and even Huang Bufan and Shen Jinghong had smiles on their faces. However, it wasn't the time for reunions, so Ye Linglong just smiled lightly as a greeting. The priority was dealing with the people before them. Gazing at the devastated Liuli Sword Sect, Ye Linglong's face darkened. This sect once held her hard work, and now it lay in ruins. "Did you come out from the secret realm?" the Celestial Pavilion's cultivator of the Tribulation Stage asked cautiously. He was horrified to realize he couldn't discern the cultivation levels of the trio before him. They felt like a vast ocean, while he was just a grain of sand by the shore. He retreated, wanting to leave and report to the ancestor. Ye Linglong was too dangerous now. Unfortunately, Ye Linglong wasn't about to let him leave. As he turned to flee, Ye Linglong moved, Qianjun appearing in her hand, with just one sword strike. Just one strike. There was no elaborate swordsmanship, no dazzling light. But with this light swing, the three Tribulation Stage cultivators, who had been about to escape, shuddered, eyes widening with unspoken words on their lips. With three thuds, the cultivators fell. A thin bloodline appeared on their necks; their heads separated from their bodies, and even their souls were obliterated. A deathly silence hung as the remaining devil sect disciples, along with the demons and other disciples, were left in shock. One sword. Just one sword. What kind of power was this? Three old ancestors at the Tribulation Stage gone, without even the chance to resist. "Xiao Hei, leave no one behind!" Ye Linglong's cold voice commanded. In the next moment, Xiao Hei leapt from Bai Limei's arms, rapidly expanding in size. Its Immortal Emperor aura unfurled instantly. Even without further action, its mere presence claimed the lives of numerous demons and devil sect members. With Xiao Hei present, none could escape. Having easily dealt with the foes, Ye Linglong descended, a subtle smile playing on her lips. Ye Tianming came up, following closely behind Jiang Lingyun, whose eyes could fixate only on Ye Linglong. "Linglong, you... you're back." Ye Tianming was so excited his hands trembled, as if he could hardly believe it. Ye Linglong nodded with a smile, "Master, I'm back. I'm sorry for making you wait." Tears slid down the corners of Ye Tianming's eyes as he nodded repeatedly, "As long as you're back safe, it's all that matters." While master and disciple were catching up, Bai Limei's gaze fell on Jiang Lingyun. Although he didn't know this young man, for some reason, Bai Limei instinctively seemed to not like him—a typical father-in-law's disdain for his son-in-law. Bai Limei's blatant stare didn't go unnoticed by Jiang Lingyun or the others. Huang Bufan wore an expression of schadenfreude. Was Jiang Lingyun facing a love rival? Maybe two, counting the seemingly carefree one, who wasn't bad-looking either. Though Huang Bufan knew his chances were gone, he couldn't help but enjoy watching Jiang Lingyun's predicament. Hongye noticed Bai Limei's look as well. She leaned over and whispered to her elder brother, "Bro, is something up? Could those two be pretty boys Senior Sister brought back from the Immortal Realm? They sure don't look worse than you." Jiang Lingyun cast a glance at Hongye but didn't speak. He then turned his gaze to Ye Linglong, eyes full of tenderness. Seeing her brother's demeanor, Hongye got anxious, "Bro, show some concern! Senior Sister is exceptional; many must admire her. You're not even formally engaged yet. Even those who had a partnership ceremony can have a broken contract." The spirit dragon on Hongye's shoulder seemed to delight in the drama, "Exactly, exactly. Gahaha, those two aren't bad, especially the one with deep, unfathomable cultivation!" Jiang Lingyun looked at Bai Limei confidently, "Linglong doesn't like that type." Hongye: "???" Bai Limei, who overheard everything with his profound cultivation: "!!!!" What do you mean my daughter doesn't like my type? Does she prefer yours? After a few words with his disciple, Ye Tianming noticed Jiang Lingyun looking keenly at Ye Linglong and said, "Linglong, Jiang Lingyun has worked hard to protect the Liuli Sword Sect all these years. I often found him staring at your portrait alone." Ye Tianming was quite satisfied with Jiang Lingyun as a disciple and possible son-in-law. Handsome, resilient, steadfast, and above all, completely devoted to his disciple. Ye Linglong acknowledged this with a nod, turning her gaze to Jiang Lingyun as she walked over. Jiang Lingyun gazed at Ye Linglong with eyes growing redder, as if on the brink of tears. Ye Linglong studied Jiang Lingyun closely, her gaze tracing his features. Not having seen him for years, his aura felt more mature, his features more refined, yet still with that harmless appearance—the reddened eyes provoking an urge to tease him. "I'm back," Ye Linglong said, slowly opening her arms. Jiang Lingyun's eyes reddened further as he embraced her tightly, squeezing as if to meld her into his being, "I've missed you so." Ye Linglong hugged him back, softly replying, "I've missed you too." In their embrace, it felt as if the world had narrowed down to just the two of them, ignoring everything else around. No one knew how long they stayed like that. Suddenly, a voice grated with irritation erupted, seemingly from clenched teeth, "You brat, have you hugged enough? How long do you plan on holding her?!"