"Going to White Deer Academy doesn't have much meaning anymore. You all no longer need it. Staying here to continue would be good too—help develop the Luo family. When the time is right, we can go back," Xiaoyao said.

When they heard Xiaoyao say this, both Nangong sisters' eyes lit up, while the Young Miss and Guxing didn't react much—not because they didn't understand what Xiaoyao meant, but because they weren't particularly concerned about it.

"Go back? Go back where?" Lingling immediately asked after hearing Xiaoyao's words, looking very nervous.

"Go back to Divine Martial Continent to take a look. They have some matters to handle. I don't have anything particular, except for one small thing, but I quite like it over there—there are fewer experts there..." Xiaoyao said with a smile.

Xiaoyao didn't have any particular concerns, but both Nangong sisters cared quite a bit. If there was an opportunity, they would definitely want to return—they still had parents and relatives over there. The Young Miss was the same, but she was rather heartless.

As for Guxing, the only person she cared about was Xiaoyao. Whether here or there made no difference to her—as long as Xiaoyao was by her side.

"At least you have some conscience, knowing to consider us. I thought you wouldn't go back with us," Nangong Suxin said with a smile. She had originally planned to return home after breaking through to God Level, regardless of whether Xiaoyao and the others would go together.

When she wanted to come back then, without Xiaoyao's blood, she could find people from the Demon Cult. Finding Dongfang Wuqing shouldn't be a problem—just getting some blood would work.

Actually, she hoped Xiaoyao and the others would go together, and not just Xiaoyao—the Young Miss was included too...

"Why wouldn't I? I haven't had enough fun over there yet. Besides having more abundant heaven and earth elemental energy, this place doesn't have anything particularly good..." Xiaoyao said.

"Big brother!!" Lingling was somewhat angry. What did he mean there was nothing particularly good?

"Uh, Lingling, big brother has decided to take you along," Xiaoyao immediately said.

"That's more like it. Aren't you taking Yinping?" Lingling asked. She was only a cousin—the real sister was Yinping.

"We'll talk about that later. She might even hate me in the future," Xiaoyao said with a smile.

"?? Yinping could never hate you. She doesn't know how much she likes you. After learning you were her real brother, she was so happy, and also very sad..." Lingling said. At that time, the sadness was greater because Xiaoyao was considered dead then.

"Some things are hard to say. You're still young—you don't need to understand! It looks like the ceremony is over. Let's go home," Xiaoyao pointed below. The entire ceremony had concluded by now—what they'd just witnessed was the final segment.

"Yes, let's return home. You'll like your Prince Xiaoyao's Mansion. I contributed to this..." the Young Miss said with a smile.

"Please, what did you contribute? Standing there and watching counts as a contribution?" Nangong Suxin said somewhat disdainfully, dismissing the Young Miss's claim to credit and revealing the real contributor. "This was all arranged single-handedly by Third Sister!"

"Didn't I cheer Susu on? Isn't that a contribution?" the Young Miss puffed out her chest, looking completely righteous and feeling no shame about these words.

Her behavior drew laughter from those around her—Nangong Suxin's contemptuous laugh, Third Miss Nangong's helpless laugh, and Lingling's suppressed giggles...

"Well, that counts too!" Xiaoyao said with a smile. "I hereby decree that the woodshed of Prince Xiaoyao's Mansion belongs to you from now on..."

"Get lost!" the Young Miss immediately tried to kick Xiaoyao, but he easily dodged.

"Speaking seriously, what's this about Prince Xiaoyao's Mansion?" Xiaoyao asked. Although he understood the mansion must be due to his ennoblement, he still wanted to know the specifics.

"It's your prince's mansion. I helped you select a location, then renovated it and built some new things..." Third Miss Nangong said, then briefly explained. Of course, she couldn't go into detail—there were quite a few matters involved. Rather than explaining everything, it would be better to let Xiaoyao see for himself.

"Sounds quite good..." Xiaoyao nodded, preparing to descend from the city wall. Suddenly he turned to look at Zhuque Leiting, who was just standing there with no intention of following Xiaoyao.

This was natural—without Xiaoyao's invitation, how could she presume to follow? She and Xiaoyao weren't very familiar.

"Miss Zhuque, if you don't mind, how about visiting my mansion as a guest? There are some things I'd like to ask you about," Xiaoyao said with a smile, very politely and sincerely.

What was Xiaoyao doing? Had he taken a fancy to her?

Xiaoyao's proactive invitation puzzled the Young Miss and her companions. Xiaoyao wasn't the hospitable type—he would never invite people over unless absolutely necessary.

So the minds of the Young Miss and her companions were filled with doubt, and they looked at Xiaoyao with somewhat suggestive expressions.

"Don't think crooked thoughts—I have legitimate business," Xiaoyao said irritably. Seeing their expressions, he knew what they were thinking. He understood these girls too well, though he hadn't expected Third Miss Nangong to think the same way.

"Yes, yes, legitimate business. Marriage and having children are indeed legitimate business," Nangong Suxin said with an "I understand" expression, making Xiaoyao roll his eyes and ignore her.

"..." Zhuque Leiting didn't speak. She knew she had been indirectly teased, but she had no temper about it because the girls before her were too formidable—she lacked the ability to retort. Besides, it wasn't direct; they were teasing Xiaoyao. If she said anything, it would seem like she was defending Xiaoyao.

Sigh, what qualification did she have to defend him in front of these girls...

Before meeting Guxing, Zhuque Leiting had felt that among her peers, even if her strength wasn't the greatest, the gap wouldn't be too large. But Guxing's appearance had completely deflated her confidence.

She had just entered Saint Level recently. Entering Saint Level at this age was something to be proud of, but these people were already at Late Saint Level with signs of breakthrough, and they were several years younger than her. What could she think about this?

She could only say these girls were somewhat abnormal—not comparable to normal people...

She was also secretly imagining what expression Xuanwu Lingxiao would have if she knew this situation. That expression would definitely be spectacular.

But why should she let Xuanwu Lingxiao know?

Zhuque Leiting couldn't figure this out immediately. She just felt Xiaoyao's relationship with Xuanwu Lingxiao was slightly deeper than with herself, so she habitually thought she should tell Xuanwu Lingxiao about Xiaoyao's affairs.

But in fact, whether she told her or not wasn't very important, because Xuanwu Lingxiao might not have any more interactions with Xiaoyao. She might even have more contact than Xuanwu Lingxiao, because the relationship between the Luo family and Xuanwu family wasn't as close as with the Zhuque family.

Moreover, when Xuanwu Lingxiao learned that Xiaoyao might be dead, although she was somewhat sad, she didn't feel she had lost anything. Her feelings for Xiaoyao weren't deep to that extent. After this incident, their relationship became even more distant. Unless something happened in the future to create new connections, it seemed impossible.

"Don't say such things. I'm fine with it, but she's a girl," Xiaoyao said irritably.

"She's so much older than me—she won't mind..." the Young Miss said directly.

"..." Zhuque Leiting felt somewhat attacked. Could she retort this? It seemed she couldn't—this was stating a fact.

"Miss Zhuque, I'm sorry. Our Young Miss has some mental issues and speaks nonsense," Xiaoyao said, pulling the Young Miss along with a smile.

"Who are you saying has mental issues!!" the Young Miss glared at Xiaoyao.

"You. What normal person would talk like that? So rude! Miss Zhuque may be a few years older than you, but she has grace and noble charm. Not like you—you wouldn't look like a prince even wearing a dragon robe," Xiaoyao directly replied.

"Of course not—I'm a woman. Wearing a dragon robe, I'd look like a queen," the Young Miss responded.

"..."

Xiaoyao felt that arguing with the Young Miss about this was too stupid. He should just drag her along and say nothing more.

"Xiaoyao..."

Just then, Third Master and his group arrived. Looking at Xiaoyao, they seemed very excited, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say. They never would have imagined that Xiaoyao would suddenly appear without any prior warning.

"Hello, Third Master."

"Call me Third Uncle. I never thought you were actually Yuntian's child. Speaking of resemblance, you don't look like me but rather like your great-grandfather," Third Master said with a smile.

After learning Xiaoyao was Luo Yuntian's child, everyone had thought of this. When the old master saw Xiaoyao's portrait, he thought someone was painting his younger self.

"I wouldn't know about that—I've never met him. Is he still around?"

"Hale and hearty. Moreover, your great-grandfather's strength has reached a terrifying level. Your father is currently cultivating under his guidance," Third Master replied.

Although the Luo family had recently shown some of their capabilities, this was still just a portion. The Luo family's foundations ran deep. If they really fought seriously, even opponents at the level of the Xuanwu family would be severely hurt.

However, this level of conflict shouldn't occur. Most God Level experts were cultivating—the higher one reached, the more one felt inadequate. This was everyone's sentiment.

Additionally, God Level experts taking action would inevitably cause chaos and might even harm their own people. So under normal circumstances, no one would deploy God Level experts for confrontation, except for individual duels.

At the same time, God Level experts were very proud. Under normal circumstances, they wouldn't attack non-God Level people, as that would feel like insulting themselves.

Of course, this wasn't universal—just the general situation.

(End of Chapter)