The Ugly Little Snake: My Dragon Son | Chapter 13 | The Rise of White Rainbow | Novela.app

Amidst the chaotic fray, Leng Jing stood as still as a mountain at the very rear, while Leng Qingqing, his eyes timely covered by Leng Jing’s hand, was pressed down to crouch behind him. Eventually, the killing formation reached them. A member of the demonic cult, brandishing a massive greataxe, swung it down toward Leng Jing’s head. In that fleeting instant, just as the axe was about to strike, the Ugly Little Snake finally moved. If one recalls the previous events, they would remember that the Ugly Little Snake possessed the swiftest speed in heaven and earth. When this extreme velocity was triggered in an instant, the result was that everything in the surrounding environment became "slow" relative to Leng Jing. Thus, the moment the axe fell, Leng Jing activated his super speed. A wondrous sight formed around him: in his eyes, everything in the world had come to a standstill. In other words, when the Ugly Little Snake pushed his speed to the absolute limit, time itself became stationary for him. Within this so-called "instant" of stillness, he saw the frozen axe, droplets of blood suspended in mid-air, and the motionless crowd. He could easily weave through these statuesque people until he reached the side of the Red Moon Cult Leader, Han Xinglu. At that moment, a smile was frozen on Han Xinglu’s face, and his hand gripped a strangely shaped blade that was both light and thin. Leng Jing reached out and gently took the blade from his hand. A playful whim suddenly struck him; he wanted to see the look of panic on this arrogant mortal’s face. He then fixed the strange blade right against the hair at Han Xinglu’s temple. Having finished this, Leng Jing returned to his original spot and released time from the singular space he had created. Time resumed its flow. The burly man’s axe inexplicably swung wide, while Han Xinglu found a lock of his own hair sliced off by his own blade. He could not fathom how the weapon in his hand had suddenly appeared beside his face! As Han Xinglu let out a piercing shriek of terror, the demonic cult’s formation instantly fell into disarray. At that precise moment, Leng Jing struck. The silk threads in his hand were like meteors streaking across the sky, carrying a fierce, blade-like aura as they shot straight toward Han Xinglu. Ignoring his shock, Han Xinglu raised another blade to block. Little did he know that the sharpness of the silk could cleave gold and snap iron; the blade, forged from Cold Ice Profound Iron, was split in two by the thread, which then reached Han Xinglu’s forehead. "Ah!!" Han Xinglu cried out, certain that death had arrived, and closed his eyes. Yet, all that fell were the bangs in front of his brow. "I... I lose. Who are you? Who are you?!" Han Xinglu opened his eyes and looked despondently toward the crowd, finally locking eyes with a beautiful, elegant young man in the distance. The surrounding crowd also realized the nature of their exchange. When Han Xinglu cried out "I lose," every gaze converged upon the youth who had defeated the cult leader with a single silk thread. This youth of staggering power was none other than Leng Jing. *** It was now evening. The Ugly Little Snake was attending a mortal banquet for the first time. Naturally, the happiest person was Leng Qingqing, because every cup of wine offered to Leng Jing was instead downed by him. Leng Jing had become famous in a single battle, becoming a dazzling new star in the martial world in just half a day. To celebrate the capture of the great arch-demon, the Martial Arts Alliance held a celebratory feast at the Peerless Manor, and Leng Jing was an honored guest. However, Leng Jing did not drink, so this was the first time Leng Qingqing had drunk so joyously since leaving the Blue Sea Valley. Naturally, many martial factions expressed their desire to recruit Leng Jing. He had suddenly become a "hot commodity" in the martial arts talent market. After a period of screening, Leng Jing finally made an agreement with Yuehua Villa to become a guest retainer. Yuehua Villa was one of the three major powers in the martial world; it was only logical for a master like Leng Jing to enter such a prestigious estate. Amidst the envious or jealous gazes of the crowd, Leng Jing followed the Master of Yuehua Villa, Hua Yuecai, away from the banquet—carrying his dead-drunk father on his back, of course. Hua Yuecai was only thirty years old, but his face was as beautiful as a flower. He was a renowned handsome man of the martial world, as well as a man of deep calculation. He was naturally pleased to have recruited a peerless master like Leng Jing, but he also viewed Leng Jing as a dangerous, sharp sword. If not handled carefully, the blade might turn and wound its owner. Therefore, he intended to use various means to bind him firmly. Such manipulation usually involved either threats or inducements. Since Leng Jing had only just joined his ranks, threats were out of the question; winning him over by appealing to his heart was the priority. Thus, as they walked toward the carriage, Hua Yuecai feigned casual conversation while observing Leng Jing’s expressions, secretly trying to gauge his preferences. Sure enough, during their talk, Leng Jing expressed a certain yearning for places of "willows and flowers"—the entertainment districts. It seemed that despite his cold and haughty exterior, he was still a man of worldly desires at heart. Hua Yuecai couldn't help but let out a contemptuous sneer in his mind, though this made things much easier to handle. To show his respect, Hua Yuecai had prepared a specially cushioned, comfortable carriage for Leng Jing. Leng Jing placed Leng Qingqing onto the soft cushions inside. Leng Qingqing allowed himself to be handled, sleeping like a log. Leng Jing finally breathed a sigh of relief; he had been worried that Leng Qingqing might accidentally reveal his snake tail. Now that they were alone in the carriage, Leng Jing grew bold. He reached into Leng Qingqing’s robes and began to undo his buttons one by one. "Father..." Leng Jing lightly pecked at his face, once again imagining the intimacy between mortal men and women. That time at the brothel, the ambiguous sounds of panting coming from the next room—what kind of erotic passion did they contain? And could the body before him be like that as well...? Unknowingly, Leng Jing’s thoughts began to wander, his cheeks flushed with heat. A certain impulse stirred deep within his body, leaving his heart feeling itchy and restless. "Son... what are you doing?" Leng Qingqing opened his eyes blearily, his expression intoxicated. His robes were wide open at the chest, inviting illicit thoughts. Leng Jing gazed at him calmly, finally suppressing his urges. He said, "You’re drunk. I’m helping you change your clothes so you can sleep." "Mm-hmm... good Little Jing..." Leng Qingqing chuckled foolishly, rolled over, and went back to sleep. In the end, Leng Jing did nothing. After covering Leng Qingqing with a blanket, he lay down to sleep as well. In the middle of the night, a white snake tail wrapped around his waist as usual. Yuehua Villa was situated within a secluded valley. The estate was massive, and its interior decorations were the height of opulence. There were many retainers within the villa, gathering many of the current martial world's talents—a testament to Hua Yuecai’s leadership. Upon entering the villa, Hua Yuecai gifted Leng Jing a private courtyard to reside in and sent many beautiful maidservants to attend to him, showing the utmost courtesy. Thus, Leng Jing began his life as "Young Master White Rainbow" and a villa retainer. He received a monthly stipend from the villa and lived a life of leisure. He was not one to seek trouble and had no interest in meddling in the disputes of the martial world. Since he had joined Hua Yuecai, he only followed Hua Yuecai’s orders; the rest of his time was spent idling away. However, the Ugly Little Snake’s bloody path through the martial world had only just begun. *** | Chinese | English | Notes/Explanation | | :--- | :--- | :--- | | 寒星露 | Han Xinglu | The leader of the Red Moon Cult. | | 武林公盟 | Martial Arts Alliance | A coalition of "righteous" martial arts factions. | | 白虹公子 | Young Master White Rainbow | Leng Jing's martial arts alias/title. | | 寒冰玄铁 | Cold Ice Profound Iron | A rare, high-quality metal used for forging weapons. | | 天下第一庄 | Peerless Manor | Literally "Number One Manor Under Heaven," a famous location. | | 月华山庄 | Yuehua Villa | One of the three major powers in the martial world. | | 华月彩 | Hua Yuecai | The Master of Yuehua Villa. | | 门客 | Guest Retainer | A skilled person supported by a wealthy patron in exchange for service. |