My White and Rich Beautiful CEO Wife-Chapter 547: Still Many Secrets

"Sect affairs!"

When Han Qingying was young, she had a strange encounter and was taken away by a master for over a decade before returning to the Han Family. Even now, nearing her forties, she would spend half the year at her sect and only half the year in Capital City.

That was also why the Han Family could become one of the great clans in Capital City—it was because they had the mysterious and powerful Han Qingying at the helm.

As for her cultivation level, almost no one knew. Those who had crossed hands with her had all disappeared.

And as for the name of her sect and its strength, Han Qingying had always been secretive, to the point where even the members of the Han Family were unaware.

"Oh, Aunt, then you go and attend to your things!"

Seeing her aunt speak like this, Han Bing didn't ask any more questions. Her aunt's mysterious sect had never been mentioned over the years, and it was unlikely that she would dig deeper at this time.

"Mm, I'll come over tonight!"

After speaking, Han Qingying's light footsteps carried her out of the hospital room.

She arrived outside, got into an Audi, drove to an antique-looking martial arts dojo, and finally stopped at the entrance.

As the capital city of the province, Jinling certainly had the presence of the Martial Alliance. However, it was more modestly named the Jinling Martial Arts Association.

"Hello..."

A young man at the entrance, dressed in a black robe and looking spirited, saw Han Qingying stepping out of the car. His eyes lit up, and he quickly greeted her with a fist and palm salute.

This woman was truly beautiful, with a graceful figure, skin as clear as ice and bones as pure as jade, her elegance like a quiet orchid—she was breathtakingly stunning...

The handsome young man scrambled in his mind for all the words he could think of to describe a woman. Yet he still felt something was missing, possibly the touch of a noble pride in the woman's expression that made it impossible for him to describe her accurately.

"Where is Feng Wudao?"

Han Qingying asked directly.

"Mr. Feng has been waiting. Please!"

The young man bowed slightly and led Han Qingying into the backyard.

Feng Wudao, who had not shown himself for several months, had visibly aged a lot. Sitting on a stone bench with a cup of tea in his hands, he stared blankly at the sky without drinking.

He was previously the Vice Alliance Hierarch of the Southern Martial Alliance—a position of high status, with an illustrious background. But after his battle with Qin Yu at the East Sea, he lost all his pride and dignity and was severely injured. And even now, he had not fully recovered.

It meant that, even if his physical condition were to recover, his cultivation level could no longer advance by the slightest bit.

"You are..."

Upon hearing the footsteps, Feng Wudao turned his head and saw Han Qingying standing in the snow.

"Yes, it was I who contacted you."

Han Qingying nodded and walked over, directly asking Feng Wudao, "A few months ago, were you all investigating the whereabouts of the Shen Zhao Jing?"

"...Yes!"

Feng Wudao certainly had heard of Han Qingying, but he had never seen her true face, and he didn't expect her to be such a stunningly beautiful woman.

"Whose hands is it in?"

Han Qingying asked indifferently.

"We deduced that it should be in the hands of someone named Qin Yu, but we have not been able to confirm it," Feng Wudao replied, his expression complex when he mentioned the name "Qin Yu." He had joined forces with Huang Lianying and still failed to deal with him, in fact getting trounced instead, which was a great humiliation.

"Then how much do you know about the secrets of the Shen Zhao Jing?" Han Qingying pressed on.

"Sadly very little. We only roughly know that the mantra of the Shen Zhao Jing is the clue to a treasure map. But we haven't even obtained the mantra, so we can't determine whether this secret is just hearsay or the truth," Feng Wudao said, shaking his head helplessly.

"Well then, you go back and tell Yuan Tiangang not to harbor any more thoughts of obtaining the Shen Zhao Jing. The sect will give him a Red Crystal which, upon consumption, should naturally allow him to break through to the Pill Holding stage. Additionally, this is the Runhui Pill, a sacred healing medicine that can help you recover from your injuries!"

Han Qingying, as if by magic, suddenly had a box in her hand, which she placed on the stone table.

"So, you are also... from a sect?"

Feng Wudao looked at Han Qingying with immense surprise.

He knew behind Yuan Tiangang stood a large sect providing support, effectively making Yuan Tiangang the representative of that sect in Capital City. He just hadn't expected that Han Qingying of the Han Family was also from that sect, and judging by her demeanor, she was a direct disciple with a status even higher than Yuan Tiangang's.

"That's enough, I've taken over the matter concerning the Shen Zhao Jing, you may leave now!"

Han Qingying did not want to discuss matters of the sect with Feng Wudao any further.

"Yes, I understand. Thank you for the sect's gracious gift of medicine!"

Feng Wudao respectfully used both hands to pick up the box from the stone table, tucking it into his chest before he left the backyard.

"It seems there are still many secrets about Qin Yu..."

After Feng Wudao's figure had completely disappeared, Han Qingying sat down on the stone bench and murmured to herself.

Meanwhile.

After returning from the hospital, Qin Yu entered seclusion mode, cultivating the Shen Zhao Jing by using his energy to continuously rinse his meridians.

Although it's a case of too little too late, any progress is better than none!

He hoped his cultivation would improve even a little bit, so that he would have a higher chance of surviving the fight against Ye Qianzhong.

Nearing evening.

Yan Mingyu came home from work, her expression somewhat troubled. Seeing Qin Yu meditating on the couch, she carefully changed her shoes and hung up her bag before heading to the kitchen to cook.

Unable to help with the affairs of the Martial Forest, the only thing she could do was to make a meal with her own hands and have a nice dinner with Qin Yu.

"Wife?"

Qin Yu opened his eyes.

Yan Mingyu was wearing a black professional suit, with a cashmere coat over it. However, she had already taken off the coat, since the villa was heated.

Her tall figure was accentuated by the fitted professional attire, looking mature and voluptuous.

"Um..."

Yan Mingyu bit her lip, turned around, and pulled out something resembling an invitation from her bag, saying, "They sent it to my company for you, it's the challenge from Ye Qianzhong!"

"Heh, when is it happening?"

Qin Yu asked with a smile.

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"Tomorrow morning at ten, at the Datang Villa!"

After saying this, Yan Mingyu asked with a worried face, "Is there really no other way to resolve this other than fighting?"

"I killed Ye Qianzhong's favorite disciple, and crippled his junior brother. People in the Martial Forest are concerned about their reputation – we've reached a point of no return."

After taking the challenge from Yan Mingyu's hand and glancing at it, Qin Yu quickly signed his own name on it.

"Promise me, if you can't beat him, run!"

Yan Mingyu's lips were quivering, and her eyes were shining with unshed tears.

In fact, Qin Yu did not personally know Ye Qianzhong's disciple. It was just a misunderstanding that time when she saw him with Liu Xiaoxiao, which made her angry and led her to attend Tang Xuanwu's birthday in Jinling, following Qin Yu to the city and thereby causing the conflict with Yang Kun.

In the end, offending Ye Qianzhong, that old monster, was all her fault.

"Heh, I know!"

Qin Yu reached out, placed his hand on Yan Mingyu's delicate face, wiped away the moisture from the corners of her eyes, and then said, "You haven't given our Qin Family a chubby little baby yet, I won't die so easily!"

"Qin Yu, as long as we get through this ordeal, not just one, I'll bear you two or three if you wish!"

Yan Mingyu lifted her head, her eyes reddening, filled with an unmelting tenderness.