Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 162 Capable in both formal and informal settings?
Qin Xiaonan had no interest in interrogating Night Owl.

He stared indifferently at the owl curled up on the ground, his body still convulsing uncontrollably. Although Qing Ning's golden needles had been withdrawn, the lingering pain still caused his muscles to spasm, and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

Qing Ning smiled slightly, and the golden sand at her fingertips slowly dissipated: "That's about enough. If we continue, he might go completely insane."

Qin Xiaonan nodded and turned her gaze to Leng Qing: "Sister Leng Qing, then this person is in your hands."

Leng Qing said, "Xiao Nan, you've been a great help. This person should know something about the Black Vatican."

The Tribunal has been investigating the Black Vatican for many years, and this man is probably the most valuable one they have captured alive so far. Perhaps there is a chance to find Cardinal Salon's whereabouts.

The owl made a "hoarse" sound in its throat, as if it wanted to say something, but in the end it just lowered its head helplessly.

Looking at the helpless Night Owl on the ground, Leng Qing felt a pang of emotion.

Yesterday he was being chased by him, but today the situation has completely reversed.

However, all the members of her team were killed.

But there's no time for sadness now.

Leng Qing said, "I need to take this person back to the Inquisition first. If it gets too late, the Black Vatican will become aware of it."

Qin Xiaonan nodded slightly. "I'll see you off."

Before he finished speaking, a rainbow of light burst forth behind him.

The magnificent, seven-colored peacock king spread its shimmering feathers, and with a clear, melodious cry, its enormous wings fluttered gently, causing the surrounding vegetation to bow low.

The group leaped onto the Peacock King's broad back.

Then, a seven-colored streak of light pierced the night sky, and the Peacock King, carrying everyone, instantly transformed into a ray of light on the horizon, heading towards Hangzhou.

When the Seven-Colored Peacock King landed on the outskirts of Hangzhou, it was almost dawn.

Leng Qing, carrying the unconscious Night Owl, leaped off the peacock's back and instructed Lingling, "Take Xiaonan to my place to rest first."

Lingling nodded and turned to Qin Xiaonan: "Come with me."

Leng Qing's residence is located on the top floor of an ordinary apartment building in Xihu District.

Pushing open the door, you are greeted by a simple yet sophisticated atmosphere—off-white walls, dark brown solid wood furniture, and in addition to the necessary sofa and coffee table, there is only a bookshelf filled with professional books in the living room.

"This is Sister Leng Qing's home," Qin Xiaonan said, looking around.

Lingling, familiar with the place, took slippers from the shoe cabinet and then pointed to the second bedroom, "You'll stay in this room. The bathroom is at the end of the hallway."

Qin Xiaonan pushed open the door to the second bedroom and found that the guest room was also spotless.

The single bed was covered with plain-colored sheets, and a simple table lamp sat on the bedside table.

Outside the window, the morning light is gradually painting the surface of West Lake red.

When Qin Xiaonan rubbed her sleepy eyes and pushed open the door, Leng Qing had already returned.

She was sitting on the sofa chatting with Qing Ning. She was no longer wearing her signature court uniform, but a loose beige knit sweater and light gray loungewear. Her long, smooth hair was casually tucked behind her ears, and she exuded a rare gentle aura.

"Awake?" Leng Qing looked up at him.

Soft light filtered through the gauze curtains, casting dappled patterns on her profile, softening even her usually sharp gaze. "You were sleeping so soundly, so I didn't wake you."

Qin Xiaonan then realized that it was already dusk, and she had slept for almost a whole day.

Leng Qing got up and walked towards the kitchen, the hem of her loose knitted sweater swaying gently with her steps. "The food is keeping warm in the kitchen."

The usually stern judge now showed a touch of human warmth.

"What are you standing there for?" Leng Qing said without turning her head. "Go wait at the dining table, it'll be ready soon." Less than fifteen minutes later, the glass door to the kitchen was gently pushed open.

Leng Qing came out carrying a tray with two dishes and a soup on it.

Qin Xiaonan picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of pork rib, and put it in her mouth.

The perfectly balanced sweet and sour sauce and the crispy exterior and tender interior made his eyes widen in surprise. "Sister Leng Qing, I never knew you were such a good cook! You're truly a woman who can grace a formal occasion and work in the kitchen!"

Hearing Qin Xiaonan's praise, Leng Qing said, "You're quite good at talking."

Just then, Leng Qing's phone suddenly rang urgently.

She glanced at the caller ID, frowned slightly, and quickly answered the call.

"Okay, I understand." After a brief reply, Leng Qing put down her chopsticks and stood up. "Xiao Nan, you eat first. There's an emergency at the trial." Her tone returned to its usual efficiency as she turned and quickly walked towards the bedroom.

Less than two minutes later, the bedroom door opened again.

Leng Qing, who was just wearing her home clothes, has now changed into her signature court uniform, the long trench coat making her figure look exceptionally tall and straight.

She straightened her cuffs as she walked briskly toward the entrance, pausing only briefly at the doorway: "Tell Lingling not to wait for me tonight."

After a while, Lingling and Lanxi returned together.

The two talked about something, and Lingling's face unusually showed a hint of dejection.

Upon seeing this, Qin Xiaonan asked, "Lingling, what's wrong?" Her gaze swept back and forth between the two of them.

"Is Lan Xi's cultivation level above the advanced level?"

Qin Xiaonan then understood.

Indeed, Lingling witnessed Lan Xi's strength during the rescue of Leng Qing and must have had some guesses about it.

Lingling is mature and experienced, and she has been hunting demons with her father, the Cold Hunter King, since she was a child. She is already a master hunter at a young age.

However, given her father's disappearance and her sister's life-or-death crisis, Lingling still harbors some aspirations for magical cultivation.

Seeing that Lan Xi could reach the level of a super-level mage at such a young age, she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Without Qin Xiaonan's permission, Lan Xi naturally wouldn't reveal her identity.

Qin Xiaonan didn't continue the topic. He got up to clear the dishes and naturally changed the subject: "Your sister just received an urgent notice from the court, asking me to tell you not to wait for her tonight."

"I've rested enough, it's time for me to get going."

"Where are you going?" Lingling looked up.

"Ancient capital."

Now that the Sandworm Lord has been taken away by Salang, and Salang's next target is the Ancient Capital, the Sandworm Lord's presence may be found there.

He knew all too well the terror of the Sandworm Monarch—this demon's parasitic ability was extremely frightening, and once it spread among the population, its destructive power to ordinary people was immense, capable of causing the entire city to fall in just a few days.

The Scaled Demon Mother, who was also a parasitic demon, was far inferior to the Sandworm Monarch.

However, its ability to parasitize students' bodies makes the demon-hunting team hesitant and timid.

If a large number of sandworms are allowed to run rampant in the city, the damage they cause will be incalculable; we must find them as soon as possible.

Qin Xiaonan then took Qing Ning and Lan Xi to the ancient capital, while Ling Ling remained in Hangzhou.

(End of this chapter)