Protect Our Clan Leader - Chapter 1634: 108: Does the Wang Family Clan Leader Have Something Wrong with His Brain?_4

Chapter 1634: Chapter 108: Does the Wang Family Clan Leader Have Something Wrong with His Brain?_4

If Wang Ningyu wins this match, her points might very well challenge the first rank on the Celestial List! However, if Jiang Yuanwu triumphs, he—who has yet to fight any matches thus far—will directly secure the third rank on the leaderboard, dropping Wang Ningyu to fourth.

Clearly, it’s because the “Double Kings of Dongqian” have garnered too much fame that someone decided to summon Jiang Yuanwu, who had been secluded in Da Zhou’s Sacred Land, specifically to curb Dongqian’s growing renown.

A duel with such heated anticipation naturally attracted countless spectators.

Even before the appointed duel time arrived, Qiu Huang Tower was already surrounded by a sea of people. Many, unable to enter the tower, still crowded outside just to soak in the intense atmosphere.

After several rounds of battles, both Wang Ningyu and Jiang Yuanwu had amassed a significant following. At this moment, banners were being raised, and placards set up outside the tower to cheer and support them.

Amidst the bustling crowd, a silver-scaled horned carriage squeezed its way outside Qiu Huang Tower, only to be told that all the premium viewing boxes were fully booked.

“Chen Taiching, aren’t you known as the ‘Little Tyrant of Muxian City,’ one of the ‘Four Playboys of the Imperial Capital’?” Chen Yixuan tugged at her younger brother and made an unreasonable demand, “No matter what methods you use, get me a prime box seat right now!”

The Little Duke Chen Taiching nearly choked in anger.

Back when he was indulging in debauchery, he had taken many reprimands from his sister. But now, for the sake of that so-called **White-Clothed Phoenix King**, she wanted him to throw away his dignity and fight others for a box seat. Was she even his elder sister?

Under ordinary circumstances, he might have acquiesced. But given the current commotion, anyone occupying the premium boxes was undoubtedly someone of significant stature—not easily provoked. Stirring trouble would likely lead to complications.

However, as they say, “An elder sister is like a mother.” As her younger brother, what choice did he have?

Left with no alternative, Chen Taiching had to leave the carriage and squeeze his way into the building, checking each box one by one to see who was inside.

Moments later, he returned with a bruised and swollen face. “Sister, I ran into Miss Jiang Liyue from Jing Duke’s Mansion, and she’s willing to share her box with you.”

“What happened to your face?” Chen Yixuan asked with concern.

“Don’t ask,” Chen Taiching muttered bitterly. “I ran into that tigress from Hui Duke’s family. She punched me just because I poked my head in.”

“Bah! Serves you right for all the trouble you’ve caused in the past, making her keep an eye on you.” Chen Yixuan rolled her eyes, stepping down from the carriage. “Move, move, Little Red, Little Green, clear the path ahead! Let’s go share Miss Jiang Liyue’s box.”

After some commotion, Chen Yixuan and Jiang Liyue finally managed to rendezvous.

Unexpectedly, Chen Yixuan discovered that one of the duel’s main participants, Little Saint Master Jiang Yuanwu, also happened to be in the same box as Jiang Liyue.

Jiang Yuanwu politely cupped his hands toward Chen Yixuan, saying, “Greetings, Miss Yixuan.”

But when it came to Chen Taiching, he merely glanced at him, the corners of his mouth curling slightly in disdain.

How could someone as talented and devoted to bettering the human race as Jiang Yuanwu—a prodigy raised from a young age in the Sacred Land—possibly compare himself to a debauched playboy like Chen Taiching?

“Greetings, Miss Liyue.”

After saying his hello, Chen Taiching found a spot to sit down. Naturally, he didn’t fancy Jiang Yuanwu and wasn’t about to cozy up to him only to be humiliated.

Chen Yixuan and Jiang Liyue belonged to the social clique of prominent young ladies in Muxian City. As for the intricacies of their relationship? Well, relationships among noble ladies were always exceedingly complicated.

The two exchanged pleasantries, holding hands affectionately, and were just about to chat when a commotion erupted outside, accompanied by a shout: “The White-Clothed Phoenix King has appeared! Wang Ningyu is here! Oh my heavens, he is so handsome and charismatic.”

The duo hurriedly rushed to the window for a peek.

From Dongqian’s VIP pavilion, a young man dressed in flowing white robes stepped down through midair.

His expression was icy as frost, and each step seemed to land on an invisible, tangible platform. The air rippled outward as if disturbed by his movements.

At the same time.

Countless pure, unblemished snowflakes descended from the sky, flitting and swirling in the breeze. They coalesced into the illusion of a soaring Ice Phoenix, accentuating Wang Ningyu’s aura.

Indeed.

“Petals flutter, cleansing earthly dust; crystal threads whisper, enchanting Qiu Huang Tower. Thousand-fold feathers of Linglong’s Ice Phoenix, is this an exiled immortal from the heavens?”

Among Wang Ningyu’s fanbase of prominent family ladies, many were rendered starry-eyed and flushed upon witnessing this scene, reciting verses in his praise.

Meanwhile.

Thɪ𝑠 𝙘hаp†𝗲r 𝚤𝗌 p◎𝖘†𝗲ḍ b𝗒 𝙆𝒾𝕥ɛ𝐧𝗼ⱴ𝓮𝕝

In a box at the topmost floor, the Duchess of Luo Jia—dressed inconspicuously and traveling incognito—watched with one eyebrow twitching.

While this young man was certainly handsome, his entrance was as flamboyant as it was pretentious. Clearly, he had been inundated with the theatrics of romance novels.

Unfortunately, those sheltered ladies from prominent families ate it all up. With such an ostentatious display, who knew how many women below were screaming for him…

Yet, beyond this almost laughable flamboyance, the Duchess of Luo Jia was far more concerned with a pressing question: “Ling Mother, didn’t you say that this rising star Wang Anyuan and Wang Ningyu both hail from Dongqian?”

“That’s correct. They’ve now earned the collective moniker **Double Kings of Dongqian**.” Ling Mother scanned the roster, nodding. “What’s more, both hail from a particular prominent family known as the **Dongqian Left Changning Wang Clan**…”

“Changning Wang Clan?” The Duchess of Luo Jia’s figure lightly trembled, a complex look flashing across her eyes.

Indeed, they were his kin. Judging by their ages, they should be his descendants.

“Hmm, this family is only Grade Five?” Ling Mother exclaimed softly, evidently surprised by the details she uncovered. “No wonder their name’s so inflated. Remarkable! Such a small Fifth Grade family has produced two outstandingly talented Great Heaven Prides at once. They’re bound to prosper.”

Fifth Grade family?

The corners of the Duchess of Luo Jia’s mouth involuntarily twitched under her veil…

From what she knew, this very family had produced one world-class prodigy, two Great Heaven Prides, and she had even met a Divine Realm powerhouse from the same clan before entering a ruin’s legacy. Dongqian really dares to call this… a Fifth Grade Family?

The Changning Wang Clan’s Clan Leader must be mad!

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