Chapter 648 - 410: Lu Xiaoying’s Shock! Mr. Huang Seen on TV! (2)

Chapter 648: Chapter 410: Lu Xiaoying’s Shock! Mr. Huang Seen on TV! (2)

This is the true foundation of an Embracing Elixir expert— a body perfected without flaw, a spirit that renews itself without end.

"Grandpa, where are we going today?" Little Lu Yingying spun lightly to stand before Lu Xuan, her delicate smile blossoming.

"Want me to lead the way? I’ve stayed in the Capital for over three years now, I know every big street and little alley!"

There was a touch of pride in her tone, her mood clearly excellent. Those expressive eyes of hers, bright as stars, looked at Lu Xuan, full of anticipation.

Seeing Little Lu Yingying so full of joy, Gong Qing also temporarily pressed down the worries clogging her chest.

She knew very well that since she had already publicly slapped the director and the Minghuang Group producer in the face yesterday, things had come to this point; more anxiety would be useless.

Might as well learn from Yingying’s open-mindedness—since the storm is coming, why not cherish this brief moment of calm?

A moment of happiness is still a moment.

Having thought it through, Gong Qing’s face once more rippled with a gentle smile. She stepped half a pace forward and spoke softly to Lu Xuan.

"You’re right, sir. May I know where your friend lives? I’ll tell the driver to plan the route in advance, so we don’t have to scramble on the way."

Lu Xuan rose unhurriedly from the soft sofa, hands clasped behind his back, a faint, cloudlike smile on his face.

"Cyan Spring Mountain."

His tone was as casual as if he were talking about his own backyard, yet it made Little Lu Yingying and Gong Qing freeze at the same time.

"The people from there have been waiting outside the villa district for an hour already."

Lu Xuan’s gaze swept over their astonished faces, and he gently added, "I saw you were still packing in the room, so I didn’t rush to disturb you."

Those short three sentences made Gong Qing and Little Lu Yingying both suck in a breath of cold air.

Setting aside what kind of weight it takes to send people to wait an hour in advance at the gate—

Just those three words, "Cyan Spring Mountain," were enough to whip up a tempest in the hearts of those in the know.

That is the well-known forbidden zone, the true core of Dragon Country!

The phone in Gong Qing’s hand almost slipped. She finally realized that the "old friend" Lu Xuan spoke of was probably someone they couldn’t even begin to imagine.

Gong Qing’s voice unconsciously lowered, carrying a cautious incredulity: "Sir, are you sure... your friend is at ’Cyan Spring Mountain’?"

She almost suspected that Lu Xuan, at his age, had misheard the place name, and couldn’t help but explain.

"That’s a heavily guarded restricted area, with elite guards stationed there year-round. Without special permission, let alone entering, even getting close is as hard as reaching the heavens..."

Lu Xuan did not explain much. "Whether I heard the name wrong, I don’t know. But my old friend has already sent people to pick us up."

"Are you both ready?"

The pink sedan slowly drove out of the villa district, gliding steadily along the quiet tree-lined road.

Only when it passed through the imposing gate did it slowly stop at the side outside.

Little Lu Yingying and Gong Qing were the first to push open the doors and get out. When they saw the scene before them clearly, both of their breaths stalled.

Lu Xuan was the last to get out, calm as ever. The pink sedan, its mission complete, quietly turned around and drove back into the villa district.

Gong Qing could be considered well experienced, yet when she saw the convoy waiting silently beside the gate, her pupils still involuntarily shrank a little, a wave of bewilderment and shock surging up from her heart.

There, three pitch-black modified sedans were parked side by side. The lines of their bodies were hard and heavy, like three silent steel beasts.

They were parked in perfect formation. What was most astonishing—none of them bore any license plates.

The windows were extremely dark one-way glass; except for the slightly clearer driver’s window in front, all the others were ink-black, completely cutting off any prying gaze from outside.

According to Dragon Country’s current vehicle management regulations, such modifications, and driving unregistered, unlicensed cars on the road was simply inconceivable.

It was just short of writing the word "illegal" directly on the car body.

The only explanation was that the very existence of these vehicles represented some sort of authority that transcended ordinary rules.

They moved above the rules.

Beside each car stood two men in dark suits, backs straight.

Their expressions were stern, their eyes sharp as eagles, exuding a blooded, battlefield-honed aura.

Before long, the man in the black suit leading them stepped forward, offering Lu Xuan a standard respectful salute, his voice steady and powerful.

"Mr. Lu, we’ve been ordered from above to receive you. The route has been cleared. Please follow us to Cyan Spring Mountain."

Gong Qing sat alone in the back seat of the last car in the convoy.

The interior was spacious and hushed, and when the engine started there was almost no sound.

Her fingertips tightened slightly, and deep inside her, shock and unease tangled together.

Well then... this setup is actually for real?

Realizing that the people they might be meeting on this trip far exceeded her imagination, Gong Qing immediately took a compact mirror out of her delicate little handbag.

Using the gentle lighting inside the car, she carefully examined her makeup—whether the foundation was even, whether her eyeliner had smudged, whether her lip color was appropriate.

Every detail, Gong Qing checked again and again, afraid of any lapse in etiquette.

Only when the reflection in the mirror was flawless, presenting an image both mature and capable, yet full of proper respect, did she finally let out a long breath and put the mirror back into her bag.

At this moment, leaning against the high-quality leather seat, Gong Qing’s mind raced through all the information she had on the Lu Family.

She could practically recite Little Lu Yingying’s background.

Her father, Lu Yulong, a core member of Yifeng Province’s Ancient Martial Arts Association, the head of the Ten Thousand Valleys Returning Flow Fist gym, a National Martial Arts Master in his own domain.

Her eldest uncle, Lu Yuliang, once one of the high-ranking leaders of Yingnan City, retired a few years ago.

Her third uncle, Lu Yuhong, helms Huafu Group, worth tens of billions, firmly lodged in the top ten on Yifeng Province’s rich list.

This family background was dazzling on the local level, more than enough to let Little Lu Yingying roam the entertainment industry without worry.

But—

Such a background, set against the hidden dragons and crouching tigers of the Capital, was simply not enough to be noteworthy, let alone to be linked to that taboo place!

"Cyan Spring Mountain..."

Gong Qing mouthed the three words soundlessly, her chest feeling tight.

This meant that behind the Lu Family there was still a deeper, unfathomable heritage, far beyond what any public information suggested.

Meanwhile, Little Lu Yingying felt somewhat uncertain. She abandoned Gong Qing without hesitation and followed Lu Xuan into the back seat of the middle car.

Once the vehicle was riding smoothly, she couldn’t help leaning closer to Lu Xuan, asking in a small voice.

"Grandpa, the person we’re going to see this time, is it that Mr. Huang you always mentioned before...?"

Lu Xuan nodded slightly, a kind and tranquil smile on his face. "Mm, it’s him."

Seeing Little Lu Yingying’s somewhat tense face, he gently added, "Haven’t you already seen him on TV before?"

"Huh!" Little Lu Yingying jolted hard, as if struck by lightning, her whole body freezing. She stared blankly at Lu Xuan’s smiling profile.

A long-buried shard of memory suddenly surfaced—

It was probably one evening when she was ten years old. Her grandpa had been sitting with her in front of the TV in the villa. The screen was broadcasting a state banquet welcoming foreign guests.

Her grandpa had smiled then, his broad palm gently stroking her head, his tone as casual as if introducing a friend next door.

"Little Yingying, look, that’s the old friend Grandpa keeps telling you about."

And at the center of the TV screen was an elder chatting and laughing with the foreign guests...

In the absolute center position!!!

Little Lu Yingying felt her mind buzz and go completely blank, her small mouth slightly open, unable to close for a long time.

She had always thought that was just a joke Grandpa made to amuse her!

Not long after the three black cars set off, a security escort convoy that had been waiting ahead appeared.

With precise formation, they cleared the road in front.

Every intersection showed a constant green light, and the roads along the way were quietly placed under traffic control. The convoy sped forward, heading toward the very core of the Capital.

Once the vehicles entered within the Second Ring Road, the atmosphere suddenly shifted.

After passing several unobtrusive yet heavily guarded checkpoints, a tranquil area surrounded by high walls and greenery appeared before them.

Within lay a range of rolling hills, the concrete roads clean as if washed, ancient trees towering on both sides.

Guards in plain clothes and masks could be seen everywhere, their eyes sharp, their steps steady.

The convoy wound its way up the mountain road, eventually disappearing into the depths of the verdant shade.