Starting as the young master of a medicine shop, he practiced swordsmanship for twenty years.

Chapter 407 The shock of agent Sister Qing, Lu Xiaoying picks up the plane!

The capital of the Dragon Kingdom, in its northern suburbs.

A massive aviation hub, covering more than a million square meters, lies like a sleeping steel behemoth on the vast plains.

Viewed from 10,000 meters above the ground, its overall shape is not a traditional square pattern, but a huge, futuristic disc-shaped structure.

The streamlined, silver-white dome reflects a cold light in the sunlight.

Countless running tracks and taxiways radiate outwards from its center, like a complex network of electrical circuits.

Occasionally, planes take off and land like silver shuttles, appearing like small aircraft patrolling around the mothership against the backdrop of this behemoth.

This magnificent creation surpasses conventional imagination and is unlike anything found on earth.

Instead, it resembles some kind of alien spaceship that accidentally landed on Earth, carrying a silent and awe-inspiring science fiction quality.

Outside the airport's exclusive first-class lounge, the area is quiet and private compared to the hustle and bustle of the regular waiting area.

Two young women, dressed modestly yet undeniably charming, stood there, their eyes frequently glancing towards the entrance of the passage, clearly waiting for someone.

One of the girls was wearing a loose-fitting cartoon-patterned T-shirt paired with light blue denim shorts.

Most striking were her long, bare legs, with their sculpted lines, smooth skin, and a whiteness as fine as the finest mutton fat jade.

Wearing pink sneakers and pure white socks, she exudes youthful energy and playfulness.

Despite wearing a mask and black sunglasses that obscured most of her face, her lively temperament and alluring figure still attracted the discreet gazes of passing travelers.

The other woman beside her had a completely different style. She wore a well-tailored champagne-colored trendy dress that perfectly accentuated her figure.

She wore a pair of limited-edition white sneakers, and a diamond bracelet that was casually revealed on her wrist shimmered under the light.

The woman carried two exquisite handbags that were clearly expensive, and she exuded composure and confidence.

She was like a star who was always ready to step onto the red carpet, drawing everyone's attention to her as if she were the true protagonist of the place.

The two stood there quietly, not exchanging a word, yet they formed a unique scene.

This prompted passersby to speculate about who these two outstanding women were, wondering who they were that warranted such patient waiting for them.

The slightly stagnant air outside the passage was broken by the girl in the cartoon T-shirt.

She turned her head slightly, leaned closer to the fashionable woman called "Sister Qing," lowered her voice, and whispered something in a coquettish and eager tone.

"Sister Qing, did you tell the company to ask for leave?"
My filming schedule tomorrow... I really, really don't have time to go!

Before Qingjie could respond, the girl in the T-shirt became serious and emphasized, "I'm not joking this time! My grandfather has finally come to the capital, and I'm going to accompany him no matter what."

I've planned everything. I'll take him to eat the most authentic Peking duck, and we'll also have a good stroll around the Old Palace!

When she got excited, she almost jumped up and down on the spot.

Although the mask and sunglasses completely concealed the girl's expression.

But her light and cheerful tone, and the slight swaying of her body due to excitement, revealed her inner ecstasy.

"Yay! I'm so happy just thinking about Grandpa coming...!"

That unreserved, pure, childlike joy made her seem even more real and adorable.

The manager, known as Sister Qing, was clearly used to the T-shirt girl's impulsive and unpredictable nature.

She sighed helplessly, lowered her voice, and gave a professional and serious reminder.

“My little darling, Sister Xiaoying, do you think I didn’t say anything?”

But as you know, last time President Zhao personally emphasized in a meeting that this new drama must be produced quickly and released within two months.

Sister Qing paused, then raised her voice, revealing the seriousness of the matter: "This is no ordinary project; it's Minghuang Group's first film and television investment!"
"Countless eyes in the industry are watching; from top to bottom, who dares to be the slightest bit negligent?"

Seeing that Xiaoying was still swaying her body nonchalantly, she had to voice her most realistic concern: "My dear Xiaoying, this is no joke."

In the unlikely event that... I mean in the unlikely event that we really anger Minghuang, not only will the company be in deep trouble, but we'll also be in serious trouble.
The leading lady you worked so hard to get probably needs to be replaced immediately!

However, these earnest words carried a warning tone.

At this moment, Xiaoying, who was completely immersed in the joy of seeing her grandfather, had no chance to affect her high spirits, which were almost overflowing with happiness.

The old man who had doted on her since she was a child, who would tell her ancient stories and patiently correct every tiny mistake in her boxing technique.

He was the man she respected and admired most in her life.

This respect transcends blood ties, becoming almost a kind of faith.

Not only herself, but also her father, Lu Yulong, who was already a renowned martial arts master.

When mentioning her grandfather, her eyes reveal an undisguised, soul-deep reverence and awe.

The identity of this energetic girl in her cartoon T-shirt is already quite obvious—

She is the third-generation direct descendant of the Lu family, Lu Yulong's biological daughter, and the direct granddaughter of Lu Xuan in this body!

A passenger plane that took off from Yingnan City in the far south, after several hours of flight, finally arrived smoothly over the capital and began to descend slowly.

The first-class cabin is quiet and comfortable.

Lu Xuan sat alone in a corner, his posture upright like a pine tree, his aura harmonious and restrained, which was out of place with the luxurious environment inside the cabin.

The folding table in front of him was clean and tidy. Throughout the entire voyage, he not only did not eat, but he also did not ask for a glass of water.

This is not the result of deliberate hard work, but rather a natural state that comes with being a Grandmaster at the Core Formation Realm.

Those who enter this realm have begun to undergo a transformation in their life form, surpassing the physiological limits of ordinary humans.

The true essence of martial arts within the body shines in the void, and the inner strength is ever-flowing, like the sun and moon revolving, constantly nourishing and tempering the internal organs, limbs, and bones.

For Lu Xuan, food from outside sources was no longer a necessity.

With his own perfectly circulating energy, he could maintain his physical body in peak condition for a month, without hunger or thirst, and with perfect spirit and energy.

Lu Xuan closed his eyes slightly, as if resting his mind, or as if sensing the aura of the vast city beneath his feet.

Behind the curtain connecting first class and economy class, several attractive flight attendants were quietly observing Lu Xuan, who was sitting alone, exchanging questioning glances in low voices.

Their seemingly casual conversation was actually heard clearly by Lu Xuan, who was more than ten meters away, as if they were whispering right next to him.

"That old gentleman is really strange. He didn't eat anything or even drink any water for such a long time... Xiaoli, do you think we should report this to the flight attendant?" A voice asked with some concern.

"I guess...it's not necessary?" The flight attendant, called Xiaoli, hesitated. "Perhaps the old gentleman is just getting old and doesn't have a good appetite, or maybe he simply doesn't want to eat?"

"Hmm, that's fine. We'll keep an eye on him then. But this old gentleman has a very special air about him."

"Although all services were refused, it wasn't offensive at all," the previous voice added.

"Alright, you two stop worrying about this." A more composed and capable voice intervened, ending the brief discussion.

"The plane has landed safely. The old gentleman seems to be in good condition and is very calm. Don't just stand there, quickly prepare to guide the passengers off the plane."

As the poised flight attendant departed, the whispers behind the curtain quietly subsided.

Lu Xuan remained seated, seemingly oblivious to the subtle ripples in the outside world caused by him, as if everything was as it should be.

Then, Lu Xuan slowly picked up the simple-looking smartphone in front of him, swiped his finger lightly, and dialed a number he had saved in advance.

Outside the first-class aisle, Lu Xiaoying, who was slightly pouting because of Sister Qing's warning, suddenly felt a familiar vibration coming from her jeans pocket. As if injected with vitality, she instantly perked up and quickly pulled out her phone.

Upon seeing the flashing nickname on the screen, the last trace of displeasure on Lu Xiaoying's face vanished instantly, replaced by uncontrollable elation.

The moment the call connected, a strong, powerful, and loving voice came through clearly.

"Hey, Xiaoying, Grandpa's here."

Such a simple sentence made Lu Xiaoying feel as if she had heard the most beautiful music in the world.

She no longer cared about her celebrity image or the stares of passersby, and immediately jumped up on the spot with joy, letting out a short and cheerful exclamation.

"it is good!"

This jump drew the attention of several passengers nearby, but Lu Xiaoying didn't care. She eagerly shouted into the microphone, "Grandpa! We're waiting for you at the entrance! Please come out!"

That jubilant figure, that undisguised dependence and joy, made the agent, Sister Qing, who originally wanted to give a few more words of advice, only able to shake her head helplessly.

Before long, that unique figure appeared at the end of the covered bridge.

Lu Xuan was still wearing that meticulous black Zhongshan suit, the fabric crisp and without any fashionable elements, only the simplicity and solemnity that had been refined over the years.

In this modern, brightly lit, spacious covered bridge.

He stood out starkly against the backdrop of smooth metal panels and electronic screens displaying flight information, creating a strong sense of temporal and spatial dislocation.

Lu Xuan remained composed, each step precise as if measured, exuding a calm and authoritative aura.

That was not an aura deliberately created, but rather the natural majesty that emanated from someone who had long held a high position and controlled power.

This made him look less like a passenger who had just finished a journey and more like an ancient being who had stepped out of a historical painting and was not to be profaned.

Some first-class passengers passing by unconsciously slowed down, their eyes fixed on Lu Xuan with curiosity and a sense of inquiry.

Several flight attendants and crew members on duty couldn't help but take a few more glances, their eyes flashing with amazement and doubt.

This old gentleman's demeanor was so unique, so unique, that it was almost unreal.

He walked among the bustling crowd, yet seemed to exist independently of everyone else, forming his own world.

Lu Xuan's gaze had already pierced through the bustling crowd and landed precisely on his granddaughter, who was eagerly waiting outside the passage.

He didn't even need to search deliberately; the subtle connection between his bloodlines and his perception far beyond that of ordinary people had already given him the exact location of Lu Xiaoying.

"grandfather!"

Lu Xiaoying's gaze finally caught that familiar and reassuring figure that was getting closer and closer.

She could no longer contain herself. Like a joyful little bird, she let out a soft cry and ran up eagerly.

Completely ignoring the reminders from her manager, Sister Qing, who was trying to maintain her image.

Seeing Lu Xiaoying arrive excitedly, a gentle smile slowly appeared on Lu Xuan's usually calm face.

Lu Xiaoying excitedly rushed forward, but unlike when she was a child, she didn't recklessly charge at him.

She tried her best to suppress her inner elation, and her movements became exceptionally gentle as she stretched out her hands.

She carefully took Lu Xuan's right arm, as if she were holding a rare treasure.

"Grandpa, must you have had a tiring flight?"

Lu Xiaoying's voice was full of concern as she took Lu Xuan's arm and carefully reminded him, "Xiaoying will help you; the ground is slippery, please walk slowly..."

She looked up at her grandfather's face, which was etched with the lines of time, yet still radiant with energy.

Suddenly, I realized clearly that the grandfather in front of me, who was like a pillar of strength in my heart, was actually over ninety years old.

This realization filled Lu Xiaoying with excitement, which instantly transformed into tender care.

She wanted to get close to him, but she was also afraid that any slightly bigger movement of hers might disturb or even hurt her elderly grandfather.

Lu Xiaoying carefully supported Lu Xuan's arm, chattering away like a happy little bird.

But soon, as if she had suddenly noticed something, she paused slightly and exclaimed in confusion, "Eh?"

“That’s not right, Grandpa,” she turned her head, her clear eyes filled with confusion and a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Did you come to the capital alone? Sister Wen, Brother Ming, Brother Qing, Brother Hai... why didn't they come with you?"

Lu Xiaoying counted the names of her cousins ​​on her fingers, becoming increasingly angry as she spoke.

Thinking of her grandfather's advanced age, and how her brothers, sisters, and especially her father, Lu Yulong, could be so "negligent," she couldn't help but feel furious.

Even with a mask on, one can imagine Lu Xiaoying's face puffed up with anger.

"How awful! And Dad is really something too!" she couldn't help but complain.

"Grandpa, you're so old, how can they be so carefree as to let you travel so far alone? It really makes me furious!"

In a previous phone call between Lu Xiaoying and her father, Lu Yulong, Lu Yulong simply used the excuse of "coming to see an old friend."

Meanwhile, Sister Qing, who had been standing to the side, was in turmoil from the moment Lu Xuan appeared.

It was a feeling that was hard to describe.

She has worked in this industry for many years and has seen many real high-ranking people.

The wealthy and powerful are either dignified or noble.

But the old man in the black Zhongshan suit gave her a completely different feeling.

It was not a power that was deliberately displayed, but a natural and inherent majesty that originated from the essence of life.

As if he were the embodiment of order and power, standing there, he inspired awe in people from the bottom of their hearts.

"Such a majestic aura..." Sister Qing exclaimed silently in her heart.

She had long known that Lu Xiaoying came from an extraordinary family and was a true "rich, beautiful, and successful woman."

But it wasn't until she saw Lu Xuan in person that she suddenly realized that her previous imagination was still too limited and superficial.

This kind of aura, which seems to be able to suppress the world, could never exist in an ordinary wealthy old man.

The Lu family's foundation is probably unfathomable.

Gathering all her thoughts, Sister Qing immediately stepped forward, adopting an extremely humble posture.

She, who is usually at ease and adept at social interaction in all kinds of situations, suddenly felt inexplicably restrained, and even her speech was unconsciously tinged with a certain respect.

"Mr. Lu, hello. I am Xiaoying's agent and also the person in charge of her life. You can call me Xiaoqing."

As she spoke, she even unconsciously bent down slightly, giving a formal greeting to show her heartfelt respect.

Lu Xuan looked at her calmly, a faint smile on his face. He was neither arrogant because of her respect nor contemptuous because of her status.

He reached out and gently shook her hand, his demeanor composed and gentle.

"Thanks for your hard work."

(End of this chapter)