Chapter Twenty-One: Control

ng thought for a moment, then picked up his pen to write another letter to Ye Qingyu, expressing his gratitude once again for her care of Jiang An'an. He briefly mentioned his progress in cultivation...Although Qingyun Pavilion is far less powerful than Lingxiao Pavilion, and in Jiang Wang's eyes, it doesn't seem very large, it's still one of the top sects in Shun'an Prefecture, incomparable to something like Xiyun Sword Sect.

For this celebration of Wei Ning's birthday, Qingyun Pavilion has put a lot of thought into it.

The burden of just picking gifts lined up into a long queue.

At the head of the team was a short-bearded old man, about sixty years old. By his side walked a young man with a somewhat sinister face. They seemed to be close, either master and apprentice or father and son.

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The rest were servants and attendants, looking extremely grand.

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That short-bearded elder naturally walked directly into the Hou residence. For their Qingyun Pavilion, a sect of this caliber, there was no need to queue outside the Hou residence like common folk.

"Huh"

The steward of the Jiao family, who had been stationed outside the Hou residence to receive and send guests, suddenly stepped aside and intercepted their path.

A short-bearded old man smiled and bowed: "Jiao, my brother, long time no see!"

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The official remained impassive: "What do you want"

The short-bearded old man's smile faltered, but he still managed to reply: "Feng Yue is here on behalf of Qingyun Pavilion to celebrate the Lord's birthday!"

The steward of the Hou's mansion, who was pushing his way out to join the long line of people outside, raised his chin and said, "So many people are here to celebrate the Marquis's birthday. They are all lining up, why aren't you"

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“Jiao, little brother.” Feng Yue smiled and, under the cover of his body, passed him a storage box. “Could it be that I have offended you in any way Please make it clear.”

The steward of the Hou Mansion took a step back, exposing the storage box to everyone's view, and said coldly: "Our Master Hou governs his household like an army. Mr. Feng, what do you mean by this"

That taciturn young man suddenly raised his head and gave him a cold stare.

Upon meeting that menacing glare, the steward of the Marquis's manor, who didn't have much cultivation, couldn't help but take a step back. He then immediately flew into a rage: "What are you looking at!"

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Feng Yue turned around and slapped him: "Bow your head! Close your eyes!"

The young man at Qingyun Pavilion was indeed closing his eyes and bowing his head.

Feng Yue only then turned back, smiling apologetically at the manager of Hou Mansion: "Young people are ignorant, please forgive us. We went to queue over there, didn't we"

The steward of the Marquis's mansion coldly said: "If you don't want to queue, you can go back. The Wei Ning Marquis's Mansion doesn't lack this kind of sentiment."

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"It has to be arranged, it has to be arranged." Feng Yue still smiled, not taking this awkwardness seriously at all: "The Wei Ning Houfu certainly wouldn't lack for... but the sincerity of Qingyun Pavilion mustn't be missed."

He waved his hand back: "Take people to line up."

The young man who had just been slapped didn't say a word. He turned and walked to the back of the line.

“My apologies for the intrusion.” Feng Yue once again bowed to the steward of the Marquis's Mansion, before respectfully stepping back.

Jiang Wang glanced a few times then turned away, acting as if it was none of his concern. This sinister young man clearly didn't have a broad mind. If he were seen as laughing at the Qingyun Pavilion, it would inevitably lead to unpleasant consequences later on.

But in my heart, I kept them both in mind.

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As for the setback he experienced at the Wuning Residence gate, Qingyun Ting had actually anticipated it.

He had previously killed Jiao Xiong in Chiyun Mountain with a single sword, and coincidentally, Jiao Xiong also shared the surname Jiao.

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Jiao Xiong, who had not yet attained spiritual power despite opening the Three Palaces, was said to be among the top fifteen young people in Yong Guo.

Of course, this ranking may not be reliable. For example, Chi Yue from Qingyun Pavilion is clearly stronger than Jiao Xiong, but there's no mention of him in any rankings.

However, the more powerful Chi Yue still needed to focus on flattering Xiong Qu. This shows that the Jiao family's power in Yongguo should not be underestimated. Jiang Wang easily found out Jiao Xiong's background; he was the grandson of Yongguo Wei Ning Hou.

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Only the Jao family, with General Jiao Wu stationed in Weining, is worthy of Qiyunting's utmost flattery.

Among Jiao Wu's many descendants, Jiao Xiong, who had knocked on the doors of the three temples at a young age, was the most promising. But he died in the mountains of Chiyun.

It is naturally understandable that the Weining Hou Mansion would be displeased with Qingyun Pavilion.

Of course, anyone outside the Jiang family could see this, and those in Qingyun Pavilion wouldn't be oblivious either. Or perhaps Feng Yue came personally just to "be humiliated," to let the Weining Hou Mansion vent their anger and thereby avoid a more painful price later on.

The long queue finally moved before dusk, and over half the people left after offering their birthday gifts, not even having a place to sit.

Jiang Wang's current status is, after all, a transcendent cultivator. Xiyun Jianzong had also been in contact with the Hou Mansion in the early years, so he was able to be invited into the mansion and given a seat—of course, only at the outermost table of the flowing banquet.

Those in charge of greeting them, were only a few stewards. The true members of the Jiao family would never appear. Even these stewards weren't very invested.

Jiang Wang casually found a less populated place to sit down. No one knew him, and he didn't need to know anyone else.

Not long after, Feng Yue and that sinister young man were led by the servants of the Hou Mansion into the outer courtyard.

Jiao Guan, the steward who had spoken with Feng Yue at the gate earlier, was now standing at the courtyard entrance, arranging matters of welcoming and seeing off guests. Jiao Fu ranked second among the stewards in Wei Ning's manor, and he could handle many affairs on behalf of the Jiao family.

Therefore, even Feng Yue of Qingyun Pavilion had to call him "Brother Jiao." He was also bold enough to be straightforward with Feng Yue.

A prominent family like Qingyun Pavilion, the top clan in Shun'an Prefecture, should be received in the main courtyard even if the Wei Ning Marquis household intended to slight them.

But at this moment, Jiao Guanshi glanced at them, and a sudden annoyance arose in his heart.

The master had already instructed that if people from the Qingyun Pavilion came, they should not be treated well. He could handle the degree himself. Earlier, at the gate of the Hou Mansion, forcing the Qingyun Pavilion to line up with those nameless little people was a kind of warning.

That should be enough, as for the rest it depends on what the master decides. But that clueless young man from Qingyun Pavilion dared to glare at him.

Could it be that you think a mere Qingyun Pavilion could shake the Wei Ning Hou Mansion They haven't even atoned for their mistakes, and they dare to harbor resentment towards the Wei Ning Hou Mansion

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“You.” Qiao Guan sighed, irritation welling up in his chest. He pointed at a spot with his hand. “Sit there!”

In the direction pointed by his finger was the table where Jiang Wang sat.

The reason there were few people there was because no one wanted to sit. It was located by the door, at the edge of the entire courtyard, and thus received the least attention. Generally speaking, it was where guests of the lowest status would sit.

Among the many options available at that moment, he chose the one that would embarrass Qingyun Pavilion the most.

The young man with a sinister face at the Qingyun Pavilion suddenly became furious and took a step forward, but was held back by Feng Yue with one hand.

In this situation, Feng Yue's face still had a smile.

"Feng Ming, sit down," he said.

The young man named Feng Ming gritted his teeth and walked over silently, sitting heavily beside Jiang Wang. The round stool creaked under his weight, making a sound heavy enough to convey his humiliation.

Feng Yue then turned his attention to the matter at hand, folding his hands and smiling. "You can do as you please, I won't bother you," he said cheerfully.

Whoever doesn't know better might think he was treated like a VIP.

Jo Guan replied with a sarcastic smile, "Sure."

"Jiao, younger brother," Feng Yue looked around, then walked forward warmly, "The Hou Mansion is of high standing, and Feng is uncouth in manners. I have some questions that I would like to ask. Would it be convenient"

Jiao Fu glanced at him, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, then turned and walked away.

Feng Yue gave Feng Ming a warning look and followed behind.

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Jiang Wang sat casually and nodded to the new neighbor, but only received Feng Ming's cold stare.

He just smiled, not minding at all.

The plan is progressing smoothly, everything is under control.ower of this move. Seeing it again now, he still felt powerless. Unless he ascended to the inner palace and removed his divine powers... but the time was not yet ripe. What Jiang Wu Xie saw in his eye...