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Chapter 420

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PS: The eleventh alliance has been born. Alliance leader, baby, protect me!

"Cousin, who's being immature?!" Leng Feng was furious, "Cousin, I'm not a kid anymore!"

Lu Yurong ignored him and said to Chu Li, "Why don't we go in again?"

Chu Li laughed, "Which door is not?"

Lu Yurong glared at Leng Feng, "The Princess is in the backyard, let's go see her."

Chu Li nodded, "The Royal Highness is not in the residence?"

Lu Yurong shook her head, "The Royal Highness is from the Ministry of War."

Chu Li understood immediately.

The Holy Church of Light's matter must have messed up the Ministry of War. If a traitor got in, the Ministry of War would be in trouble.

Lu Yurong and Leng Ying brought him inside, ignoring Leng Feng.

Leng Feng's handsome face was dark, he was angry but he did not want to leave just like that.

He saw that Lu Yurong was treating Chu Li differently, he was jealous and angry. He wanted to know what they were talking about but he did not want to see them being so close. He struggled and tormented between wanting to know and not wanting to know.

This pain completely turned into hatred towards Chu Li, he wanted to kill him now and then.

Along the way, a few maids and scribes passed by, curtseying or fist saluting. Lu Yurong acted like she was in her own home, she only nodded slightly, passed through four courtyards and arrived at the backyard.

The backyard was spacious with six flower beds, one of which had a martial arts field and a small lake with a waterside pavilion.

Consort Lu was surrounded by a few maids, sitting in a pavilion and admiring the koi in the lake.

"Aunt, Chu Li is here," Lu Yurong and the other two came to the pavilion.

Chu Li fist saluted, "Greetings, Consort."

Consort Lu was dressed in gorgeous clothes and makeup, she was beautiful and elegant. She raised her hand and smiled, "Head Chief Chu, you don't have to be so courteous, thank you."

Chu Li said, "You're too kind, Consort. It's nothing."

Consort Lu smiled, "The kitchen maids in my residence make good pastries, sit down and try some."

"Yes, thank you, Consort." Chu Li did not bother with pleasantries and sat down.

Lu Yurong sat next to him, her faint fragrance wafted into his nose.

Leng Ying sat on the other side and looked at him curiously and indignantly, wanting to hear what he was going to do.

His cousin sister would rather scold her eldest brother and accompany Chu Li. It was obvious that she had high hopes for him, but he did not know if he would be able to live up to her expectations.

"Where is Head Chief Chu from?" Consort Lu chatted with Chu Li as if she was an ordinary married woman, friendly and easygoing.

Chu Li chatted casually with her.

The two of them talked about local customs and Wulin affairs, which Leng Ying listened with great interest.

At noon, Princess Lu set up a banquet in the main hall of the front residence.

Chu Li was alone, but the banquet in the Imperial Residence was extremely grand.

There was only one consort in the Imperial Residence of King Jing, so Consort Lu was free to do whatever she wanted.

Almost all the guards and maids in the mansion were mobilized. Delicacies were served one after another like flowing water. In the end, before a dish could be tasted, it was already taken away and another dish was served.

Chu Li ate heartily. His stomach was like a bottomless pit.

After he cultivated the Heavenly Demonic Power, his appetite was different from ordinary people. Once he let loose, he could eat as much as ten people.

The food piled up together was enough to fill up his stomach three or four times, but he could eat it all. Leng Ying's eyes widened as she watched.

Consort Lu ate very little. She only took a few mouthfuls of food and left first, letting Lu Yurong, Leng Ying, and Leng Feng accompany Chu Li to continue eating.

"Your appetite is really shocking!" Lu Yurong sat opposite Chu Li and shook her head, "You can eat so much!"

"Useless!" Leng Feng scoffed.

Chu Li smiled, "I cultivated the torso tuning technique, so my physical strength is exceptionally strong, and my appetite is also huge."

"You cultivated the torso tuning technique?" Lu Yurong frowned, "Which one?"

"The Art of White Tiger." Chu Li ate another piece of beef.

Lu Yurong thought for a while, "The Art of White Tiger … I've heard of it. It's said to be an extremely superior torso tuning technique, but superior is still a torso tuning technique. How did you reach the Innate Mastery's Boundary?"

"I cultivated it after the Innate Mastery's Boundary," Chu Li said.

Lu Yurong nodded slowly, no wonder.

"Your cultivation level is like this because you cultivated the Art of White Tiger?"

Chu Li said, "There must be some relationship."

Lu Yurong gave him a sidelong glance.

Although the Art of White Tiger was amazing, not everyone could cultivate it.

More importantly, there were very few people who walked this path now. The seniors had already proven that this path was not possible, but Chu Li still dared to do it, it could be said that he was extremely daring.

It seemed that he had cultivated the Art of White Tiger, that was why he had such speed. The same Light-body Technique, he performed it faster, so his sword was faster. His strength was stronger, so naturally his sword was faster.

She was thinking, should she try to find a torso tuning technique to cultivate?

Then she shook her head and laughed, her Empyrean Fairy Power already had the wonders of the torso tuning, there was no need to cultivate anything else.

"The Art of White Tiger?" Leng Feng scoffed, "What martial art is that? I've never heard of it, it's just a low-class martial art, right? "

Chu Li smiled.

Lu Yurong did not respond to his words, which made Leng Feng even angrier, all the more he could not leave.

Leng Ying could not bear to watch, her brother was being left out too much.

"Cousin sister, what martial art is the Art of White Tiger?"

"It is one of the best torso tuning techniques, the antique study of the White Tiger Cave hundreds of years ago."

"White Tiger Cave?"

"If that's the case, then there's no point. Forget it, you should look it up yourself."

"Cousin sister —!" Leng Ying said.

Lu Yurong smiled, "You're a girl, it's fine if you don't know this, but cousin brother, you don't know, it's not right. You fool around with those scoundrels all day long, you don't study, you're such a disappointment!"

"What study, just practice martial arts," Leng Feng said, unconvinced.

Lu Yurong waved her hand, too lazy to continue talking to him.

He was already an adult, not a child, what should he learn, what should he not learn, he knew it was not good, but he still did it. There was really nothing more to say, if he continued talking, he would be angry to death.

"Alright, since we're full, it's time to leave." Chu Li smiled.

Lu Yurong said, "That's good, I'll see you off."

"Sure," Chu Li nodded.

Lu Yurong turned her head to Leng Feng who was about to stand up, "I'll see him off myself, I'll have a word with him alone."

Leng Feng frowned, "Cousin sister, that's not good, is it?"

Lu Yurong's face darkened.

Leng Feng quickly said, "Cousin sister, this melon field, plum …"

"Shut up!" Lu Yurong said coldly.

She turned her head and smiled at Chu Li, "Let's go."

Chu Li smiled and stood up, glanced at Leng Feng, and shook his head.

Leng Feng stared at him, watching the two of them walk out of the main hall side by side. He gritted his teeth, the silver chopsticks in his hand deformed.

Leng Ying shook her head and sighed helplessly.

Her brother was really too much, he was blinded by greed, he kept doing stupid things, as his sister, she really couldn't help him.

If she was Chu Li, she would have turned against him and left.

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