Chapter 95 Wearing White Clothes, You Are Ling Wu Shuang Ah!

  Lou Jun Yan's sleeve fluttered lightly as he held out a delicate hand, its joints distinct, cradling something that glimmered like jade. He raised it before Ling Wu Shuang's eyes and chuckled softly, "Take this thing with you. Absorbing it will be greatly beneficial to your cultivation."

  "What is it?" Ling Wu Xiang took it with some curiosity, holding it in his hand and examining it from left to right.

  The starry stone, the size of a palm, crystal clear and translucent, just like a glass ball in a semi-transparent state, is very beautiful. When held in hand, it feels warm and soft, with a texture similar to that of a cooked egg after peeling off its skin.

  Lou Junyan smiled softly and said, "This place really can't find anything good, this one is still okay, just use it"

  "What is it, anyway?" Ling Wusuo rolled her eyes and curled up the corner of her mouth. There's nothing good in this area, so what are these people doing running around here all day?

  "It is a Saint Energy Stone"

  "What's this 'Sacred Energy Stone'?" Ling Wu Xiang had never heard of it before.

  "Uh-huh," Lou Junyan nodded, "Actually, it's just a type of energy stone. Energy stones are all condensed from the essence of heaven and earth spiritual power. Your current strength, absorbing divine source stones, doesn't have much benefit, but this source stone contains sacred source gas, which can make your strength rapidly increase."

  "Energy Stone......" Ling Wu's eyes lit up, absorbing this thing is equivalent to absorbing a ready-made Sacred Tier power, it's indeed a good thing!

  Lou Jun Yan's thin lips lightly rose, and he added in a light tone, "This energy stone is very warm and can be slowly absorbed. It's something that saints love."

  "Chirp——"

  A red shadow flashed by, and Ling Wusuo's palm holding the energy stone clenched quickly.

  "Chirp, chirp" Xiao Jiu's paws grasped Ling Wu's fist, and it just fell in mid-air. His fluffy tail swished back and forth, swinging like a big-tailed wolf. From the fox-like sharp mouth, a string of unknown silver-white droplets dripped out.

  "Xiao Jiu..." Ling Wu's eyes gleamed with a fierce light, as if he could still hear her grinding her teeth. "If you swallow it, I'll dissect you."

  She almost got into this little thing's belly, fortunately she reacted quickly.

  "Squeak——"

  Xiao Jiu suddenly let out a mournful cry, his fluffy big tail was lifted by two jointed fingers, and with a swift motion, he was flung out, drawing a beautiful parabola in the air, landing with a thud, his four short legs splayed out like a rag, slamming onto the carpet not far away.

  "Chirp, chirp", Xiao Jiu bounced up like a rubber ball, her shiny eyes gazing pitifully at Lou Junyan.

  Lou Jun's eyebrows rose, and his dark red eyes met those round, shiny eyes. Xiao Jiu let out a small cry, and its fluffy tail suddenly stood up straight. It lowered its head in embarrassment, but then seemed to feel hurt and swung its two red pom-poms on its head, proudly strutting away with its four short legs. However, it kept looking back three times, pitifully staring at Ling Wu Shuang's energy stone.

  Didn't dare to jump in front of Lou Junyan, Xiao Jiu could only bare his teeth at the two people beside him, his belly rising and falling as he let out a series of loud whooshing sounds.

  Standing behind Lord Huoyan, Yun Chen saw this and his elegant face sympathetically twitched. Poor Jiuwei, the sword slave stood with a black long sword in his arms, respectfully standing still, his expressionless zombie-like face also trembled slightly.

  Looking at Xiao Wu's timid and fearful appearance, Ling Wu Xiang couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head, casually tossing the energy stone into the Qingyun Ring.

  Lou Junyan coldly withdrew his gaze, looking at the woman in his arms, his tone not allowing any discussion, "Wu Shuang, I'll give you time to handle everything here, but it can't be too long."

  Ling Wushuang raised his head and met Lou Junyan's deep, dark eyes. He nodded firmly and spat out a single word, "Good".

  Although being pampered feels good, this is not what she wants. What she wants is to have a day when she can stand side by side with him, conquer the world together, and protect everything and everyone she loves with her own hands.

  She believes that this day will not be too long!

  "Very good." Lou Junyan was very satisfied with her answer, his thin red lips curled up in a elegant arc, his palm pressed against Ling Wusuo's small head, his brow lit up, a silver-gray purple light quickly entered Ling Wusuo's brow sea of consciousness.

  A water-drop-like mark appeared on Ling's forehead, which was as clean and smooth as jade. A silver-purple light flashed and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

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  "What's wrong?" Ling Wu Shuang raised his hand and rubbed his brow with the palm of his hand, but he couldn't feel anything unusual.

  "You are Ben Jun's woman, of course, you have to leave a mark." Lou Jun Yan's robust arm hooked the woman in his arms, his thin lips slightly raised, directly and domineeringly declaring.

  "Infantile" Ling Wu's index finger rubbed against his forehead, the corner of his mouth twitching silently, this overbearing man.

  "Isn't it?" Lou Junyan uttered four words in a light and gentle tone, yet extremely menacing, his dark red eyes fixed intently on the petite woman in his arms, as if she would be swallowed whole with just one wrong word.

  "Is is" Ling Wu Shuang was speechless, repeatedly nodding in agreement.

  Lou Jun's eyebrows slightly raised, his large palm slid down from behind her head, and the tip of his finger with a thin callus glided over the corner of her cherry-red lips, only then did he nod in satisfaction.

  "It's really an ancestor" Ling Wu Shuang muttered almost inaudibly, focusing her mind to probe carefully, feeling that there seemed to be a mysterious power sealed in the sea of consciousness, but now she couldn't touch it no matter what, definitely not as simple as he said.

  Outside the hall, Old Man Ling was almost stuck to the gate, straining his ears to listen to the movements inside. His old face was smiling very brightly. Ling Moqiu stood behind him, constantly looking around nervously, her elegant face slightly flushed with fear that someone might come over at this moment.

  Good heavens, can't he just acknowledge it? He's his own father!

  "Alas, if only I had known, I wouldn't have fixed this door so well, not a single gap... Alas, can't see..." Old Master Ling stroked his white beard with one hand, while making an effort to steal a glance, muttering to himself.

  "Has it quieted down? It was still a bit noisy just now." Old Man Ling's ears stuck closer again, could it be over? He hadn't heard anything yet!

  Bang!

  The hall door was suddenly pulled open by someone, and Old Man Ling stuck to the big gate. In a moment of carelessness, he almost tumbled in with a roll.

  Ling Wushuang stared at the old man in front of him, his face full of anger.

  "Cough, cough--" Old Master Ling didn't expect to be caught red-handed. He straightened up, clenched his fist and cleared his throat twice, then said seriously: "I just arrived, I was wondering why the living room door is closed." Then he chuckled and interrupted himself: "Old master, I haven't seen anything, nothing at all."

  Although that's what he said, Lao Yezi looked at his precious granddaughter with an awkward gaze, the old face smiled so brightly that both eyes narrowed into a slit.

  Ling Wushuang's mouth twitched slightly, originally there was nothing much to see anyway.

  "Right, who's that person?" Old Man Ling looked back at her.

  Ling Wushuang stepped aside and opened his hands, "Gone"

  "She's gone!?" Ling Tian's old eyes stared, looking at his granddaughter's lazy back, his heart felt like a cat scratch, how could she just leave without doing anything? He was thinking of getting her to...

  "Ah, it's true that the emperor is not in a hurry, but the eunuch is anxious to death!" Old Man Ling slapped his thigh in anger, but then came to his senses and hastily spat, he wasn't a eunuch after all.

  Ling Qing Tian hummed angrily and turned to leave, muttering to himself with his back turned.

  Ling Moqiu shook his head helplessly and followed, thinking to himself, can't this old man who doesn't know how to respect others just calm down for once?

  The four major families' matters were all arranged and settled, after handling a general outline, Ling Wushuang found a quiet place to prepare for a closed-door meditation, using his full strength to absorb the power of the energy stone given by Lou Junyan.

  In half a year, it will be the Holy City Conference, wanting to take the initiative, the most important thing is to improve one's own strength.

  East of the suburbs, this small world, mountains and rivers are colorful, black birds fly high, fragrant grass is lush and open, sweet springs flow out, surrounded by dense spiritual energy, and many precious heavenly treasures grow here, it's really a good place for cultivation, maybe every corner has someone in quiet retreat.

  Suddenly, several loud noises broke the silence of this place.

  "Beat him, beat him to death, a useless thing, still wants to snatch our spiritual medicine"

  "It's just that walking with him makes me lose face, yet he still dares to resist Young Master"

  "Beat him to death, this waste, still a monster that can't cultivate, living is useless, just picking up a broken grass, giving it to me for nothing, he actually treats it as a treasure, ignorant country bumpkin"

  ……

  A precipice, as if cut off by a dagger, with lush green grass and flowers at the bottom, forming a patch of green grass lake, surrounded by quietness, misty and hazy.

  A group of people were making a ruckus, and it seemed that they should be a family of Xian practitioners out on an excursion. There were over ten people surrounding one frail figure in the middle, laughing and joking as they punched and kicked him.

  "Stop it, all of you stop!" A middle-aged man next to him, being held back by several people, looked on helplessly at the little boy in the middle, who had been beaten until his nose was blue and his face was swollen.

  A middle-aged man with a worried and pale face shouted hoarsely: "We are the Ling family, if you don't stop now, the people of the four major families will not let you off"

  He's just a waste of space, watching Xiaoyun get beaten up and being unable to do anything about it. This group of people is really outrageous.

  "Are you people from the Ling family?" Several people heard this and burst out laughing, pointing at the person on the ground and then at the middle-aged man. "You dare to say that? You two are just trash, how can you claim to be from the Ling family? It's laughable! Moreover, if the Ling family had useless people like you, it would be a great shame!"

  "Good grief, now everyone wants to climb up to the Ling family, are you guys trying to get ahead or go crazy?"

  "I'm telling the truth!" The middle-aged man's face turned bright red, being blocked by a few words and feeling very embarrassed, they were indeed people from the Ling family!

  The Unparalleled Miss ordered a grand recruitment of disciples from all over the world, so he thought of bringing Lingyun to Kyoto in the east. He wanted to give it a try, and besides, they were originally from the Ling family, although they were only distant relatives of a side branch, but they must have had a chance, yet on the way, they encountered such a group of people.

  "Come at me, beat these two shameless ones to death. They want to intimidate people, but they don't even consider who their opponent is. I'm a big brother who's not afraid of anything."

  "No, no" Seeing that they still didn't stop, the middle-aged man trembled his lips, spoke in a humble tone, and knelt down to beg: "Please, please, if you want to hit someone, hit me instead. Lingyun is just a child, you can't do this to him."

  "Uncle, don't ask them!"

  A tender voice, seemingly weak, yet exceptionally firm.

  "Hah, still a bit of backbone, watch me not beat you to death!" Immediately, someone sneered and shouted while waving their hand around: "All together, come at me with all your might, beat me to death, make this little bastard beg for mercy!"

  In the middle of a group of people, there was a frail little boy with his mouth torn open at the corners. However, no one showed any sympathy for him and instead punched and kicked him with their hands and feet in anger.

  "You dare to disobey me, do you obey or not?"

  "You little bastard, if you don't obey I'll beat you to death!"

  The little boy pinched a red medicinal herb in his hand, his lips were bitten and bleeding, silently enduring without shouting in pain. On his tender face was stubbornness and unyielding.

  "Hand over the herbs in your hand, and I'll spare your life today!" One of them raised his foot and kicked the little boy's shoulder hard, sending him tumbling to the ground. "A useless thing like you dares to fight with us for the spiritual medicine? You really don't know how to live."

  "I'd like to see just how thick your skin is." Someone rolled up their sleeves and sneered, "You still dare to put on airs in front of us? If we don't beat you into submission, you won't know the height of heaven and the thickness of earth."

  "Stop, please stop!" The middle-aged man, Ling Yi, who was being held down firmly on one side, had red eyes and was almost in tears. He shouted out in a sorrowful tone: "Xiao Yun, give them that grass, it's not necessarily useful anyway."

  If this continues, someone will lose their life. Xiaoyun had only inadvertently picked a Blood Snake Grass, but didn't think that it would provoke this group of people.

  "No!" Lingyun roared out this word like a furious little beast, stubbornly saying in a low voice: "This is what I picked up, it's mine, I need it like this"

  Blood Snake Grass can cut tendons and wash marrow, he must still be able to cultivate again, he must be able to.

  "Little Cloud" Ling Yi was pinned down by two people, getting anxious and red in the face, struggling with all her might, "You bunch of bandits, I'm going to fight you!"

  One of them sneered, "It's your honor that our young master has taken a liking to your stuff. You have two choices: either you hand it over obediently or we'll beat you to death and take it ourselves."

  "Haha, okay, you choose one then!" A group of people gathered around, playing with the uncle and nephew in front of them like a cat teasing a mouse, occasionally bursting into loud laughter.

  The little boy gritted his teeth, clenching the Blood Snake Grass in his hand, his fragile joints faintly showing a bloody color. His tender voice still carried unyielding determination and a hint of resentment, "I will definitely become stronger in the future, as strong as Miss Wudang! You all remember this!"

  "Haha" The young boy's words, firm and determined, immediately caused the crowd to erupt in laughter. "Did I hear that right? This waste actually said he wants to catch up with Ling Wusuo?"

  "It's laughable, almost costing me my life, yet still daydreaming"

  Ling Yi smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Xiao Yun, give them the things."

  Xiao Yun was born with a shocking talent, but for some reason, his mysterious power disappeared overnight, and his meridians were blocked until now he couldn't cultivate. Now, it's just an unyielding faith that supports him.

  "Give this kid some color to see" The leader, a young man in his twenties, waved his hand at the people standing behind him and smiled: "It's not easy to find someone interesting, don't kill him, leave him for me to play with later."

  "I'm useless, I'm really useless" Ling Yi was pressed down by the two of them and almost collapsed to the ground, but kept begging for mercy, "Please spare me, if you want to hit someone, hit me instead."

  He's also a useless uncle, watching helplessly as Xiao Yun is bullied, without any solution. After cultivating for a lifetime, he's only a low-ranking Xuan, not even able to defeat one of them!

  "Spare Little Cloud" Ling Yi's heart was desperate, and he weakly muttered: "We are indeed people of the Ling family"

  Miss Wúshuāng is a noble alchemist, she must have a way to cure Little Cloud. Just as they were about to arrive at the Ling family in Kyoto, who would have thought that they would encounter such a situation? They probably won't make it out alive today.

  "How dare you!" Someone in the crowd immediately became enraged and shouted, "Even if you are people of the Ling family, such trash is useless to keep. I'll take it upon myself to represent the Ling family and settle this today!"

  "No, you can't!" Ling Yi struggled frantically but was powerless. He finally realized that in the eyes of these people, it was just a joke to play with them, and even if Ling Yun knelt down and handed over the Blood Snake Grass, they would not let him go.

  "You stinky little brat, this is what you get for asking for it! Nobody dares to argue with me!"

  A young man named Zhang Yi, the eldest son of a small family in Dongjing City, went out to practice with some of his younger brothers. On their way, they happened to meet two uncles and nephews, but unfortunately, they saw Ling Yun holding a precious Blood Snake Grass, and after asking for it in vain, they fought fiercely under the gaze of envy.

  "It" was ordered by a group of people, and they swarmed up instantly.

  "You ignorant country bumpkin, let me show you my power"

  "You're asking for it"

  A man with a sly smile on his face waved his iron-clad hand and swung it at the little boy who was already covered in bruises!

  Bang!

  "Bang Bang——"

  "Bang bang bang——"

  Lingyun gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, preparing to silently endure the impending pain. A few muffled sounds came from beside her ear, but strangely, there was no pain on her body.

  Next to Ling Yi, who had been closing his eyes in despair and couldn't bear to watch anymore, quickly opened them upon hearing the commotion. His eyes, filled with a deep sense of sadness, looked around in confusion, "What's going on?"

  He saw a group of people wailing in despair, his eyes widened in surprise, and he opened his mouth in confusion.

  "Boom!"

  Suddenly, a white shadow mixed with flames appeared out of thin air from the precipitous cliff shrouded in clouds and mist on one side, crashing down before everyone's eyes. Amidst the flying grass and dust, the silhouette of a woman emerged.

  The woman's face was cold and beautiful, with a white dress and a plain face. Everyone looked at her for a long time, and they were all stunned, unable to come back to their senses for a long time.

  "Does it hurt?" The cold voice didn't reveal any emotion.

  Lingyun's slender shoulders shook slightly, and his dark eyes slowly opened to reveal a pair of white boots in front of him.

  "What kind of person are you?!" Zhang Yi's abdomen was hit by something and he flew out several meters, falling to the ground. He stared at the white-clothed woman who appeared out of thin air and shouted loudly, "Don't you want to live?! You dare to interfere with our Zhang family's affairs!"

  Ling Yi's mouth was wide open, and he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him. Had this little girl really saved them?

  A woman in white clothes had her hands clasped around her chest, directly ignoring the shouting of the person beside her ear. Her eyes were slightly condensed, and she stared at the small boy who was curled up into a ball with a faint smile that wasn't quite a smile, and asked lightly: "Does it hurt?"

  The little boy pursed his pale lips, not knowing why, but he, who had always been unwilling to admit defeat, heard these two faint words and had a misty haze in his eyes, yet he held back and didn't let it fall.

  Finally, he hung his head low and silently nodded in pain.

  "Very well." The woman in white raised her elegant eyebrows and said coldly, "It hurts, and remember this kind of pain!"

  Lingyun grasped the Blood Snake Grass in her hand, her slender shoulders slightly hunched, and her pale face lifted, listening to the white-clothed woman's words with a somewhat puzzled expression.

  "You stinky girl, are you tired of living? How dare you ambush me!" Zhang Yi got up from the ground and let out a loud roar, yet someone still dared to ignore him and not respond to his words.

  "Sir, don't go past." Among the crowd, there was an elderly man who was calm and composed, with a sharp gaze. He immediately reached out to stop Zhang Yi from rushing forward, "This person is not simple."

  He carefully sized up the person in front of him, this little girl was absolutely a hidden mastermind!

  Zhang Yi pushed the person away with a look of urgency and dissatisfaction, saying: "Hua Shu, what are you afraid of? We have two Tianxuan masters among us, can't we even handle a little girl like her?"

  After finishing speaking, Zhang Yi pushed aside the old man who was blocking his way and waved his hand at the dozen or so people who were crawling on the ground. Looking at the woman's beautiful back, he shouted: "Take them all back for me!"

  "Yes!" The crowd scrambled up in twos and threes, responded with a "yes", and rushed towards the woman in white.

  Ling Yi glared at the group of people pouncing on the white-clad woman's back, opened his mouth to speak, but just then, the white-clad woman's slender fingers lifted, and a golden chain clattered loudly, "Go!"

  The golden thread flashed rapidly in the sunlight, and then a dozen or so people were bound together like dumplings, resembling sandbags, which she swung out with a wave of her hand, landing fiercely on the grass, almost smashing a big hole in it.

  "Ah yo——"

  More than ten people wailed in succession, fell to the ground with mud all over their mouths, and were suppressed by a strong momentum that made them almost breathless.

  "Who are you?" Looking at the dozen or so people who were casually knocked flying, Zhang Yi imperceptibly retreated a few steps.

  The two people beside Ling Yi suddenly disappeared, and he, who had gained his freedom, didn't care about anything else. He immediately pounced on the little boy on the ground, with an extremely anxious look in his eyes. "Ling Yun, are you okay? My poor child, have you been hurt anywhere?"

  "Lingyun?" The woman in white raised an eyebrow, her brow furrowed in puzzlement. "Are you people from the Ling family?"

  Ling Yi heard this and hugged Ling Yun's shoulder like a protective cow, but he was somewhat hesitant. Where did he have the face to say that he was a member of the Ling family now?

  "That's right, I'm a young master of the Ling family!" But Ling Yun was the first to speak up, a boy of around ten years old with a tender face, yet his voice carried an unyielding pride and arrogance.

  "Oh?" The woman in white raised an eyebrow and smiled, seemingly interested. She looked him up and down with a hint of amusement, her smile faint as she said, "Your meridians are sealed, you can't cultivate."

  Lingyun seemed to have touched his sore spot, and the little boy's pale face suddenly flushed red, but in an instant, a glimmer of hope flashed across his eyes.

  Lingyun clenched the Blood Snake Grass in her hand and said firmly, "No, I can still cultivate. In the future, I will become a Saint-level expert like Miss Wuduan!"

  His young and tender face was full of determination, and when he spoke of him, it was filled with infinite admiration and yearning.

  "Ling Wu Xiang?" The woman in white heard this and actually burst out laughing, whispering mockingly: "This isn't wrong, wasn't she a waste of space before too?"

  "Don't you dare speak of Miss Musou like that!" The young boy's eyes widened in anger as he interrupted the white-robed woman.

  He clenched his fists, looking like he was about to pounce on the woman in white, and growled: "Miss Wudang is a peerless genius, my idol! I won't let you talk about her like that, or else I'll hit you!"

  Even if this person saved him, he would never allow her to insult Miss Musou!

  "She... me?" Listening to the little boy in front of her say that he wants to hit her, the woman in white was completely stunned, pointing at herself with her hand, and then she lowered her head and rubbed her nose awkwardly, "What's going on here"

  She just casually mentioned her past situation...

  This white-clad woman was precisely Ling Wu Xiang. At this secluded valley mountain cliff, there existed a natural stone cave. Spiritual energy was dense and the atmosphere was quiet without any disturbance, making it very suitable for closed-door cultivation.

  "Don't talk nonsense" Ling Yi stroked the little boy's head with a pampered expression, scolding him before looking at Ling Wu Xiang with some helplessness and hurriedly opening his mouth to apologize: "Miss, today is really thanks to you, my nephew doesn't understand things, and his temper is even more stubborn, please forgive him, don't blame him"

  Ling Wushuang coughed dryly and casually spoke a sentence of self-criticism, yet it was remembered by others as a grudge. What kind of thing is this?

  Ling Yi seemed to sigh, and then continued on his own: "We are the collateral descendants of the Ling family. In fact, this nephew of mine has a pretty good talent, but I don't know why he suddenly lost all his spiritual power overnight. The four major families issued an order, summoning the Ling family's children back home. We just came with a try-it-out attitude."

  Ling Yi's face was gloomy and pale. Who would notice two useless trash like them? In their situation, they probably wouldn't even be able to see Miss Wú Shuāng even if they went to the Eastern Shore.

  He didn't know that they had been thinking of him all along and he was standing right in front of them.

  "It was like this" Ling Wu Xuan nodded almost imperceptibly in a place that was hard to see.

  Ling family disciples are all over Donglin, only the direct descendants and closer disciples have the qualifications to stay in Kyoto. However, there are also many collateral branches and outer room disciples of the Ling family outside, and among them, there are no lack of people with exceptional talents, which she has overlooked.

  "Where else do you want to go!?" A loud shout made Zhang Yi's legs suddenly weaken, and he completely lost control of himself, falling heavily to the ground.

  Being frightened by such a seemingly weak little girl, Zhang Yi's body trembled with rage. Normally pampered and arrogant, he was instantly enraged and tried to cover up his inner fear by loudly shouting: "Do you know who I am? I'm the young master of the Zhang family in the east city! Dare to interfere with my affairs and wait for our Zhang family's revenge!"

  "East City Zhang Family?" Ling Wu Xiang muttered a sentence in a low voice, which was also a relatively powerful force.

  "Haha, what's wrong, scared now?!" Zhang Yi thought the person in front of her seemed hesitant, thinking she was intimidated, and suddenly gained confidence, loudly shouting, "Who are you? If you have the guts, report your name!"

  "Ling Wushuang" cherry-like red lips curled up slightly, faintly emphasizing three words.

  "Ling...Ling Wusuo?" Zhang Yi heard this and was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly held his stomach and laughed wildly, "Hahahaha, I'm dying from laughter! You think that just by wearing white clothes you're Ling Wusuo?!"

  Want to scare him? Better go back and drink a few more years of milk.

  "Is it very funny?" Ling Wu Shuang raised an eyebrow, how did she become like this? Today's strange things are really not few.

  Ling Yi's face changed slightly, hesitating and uncertain, looking at the white-clothed woman in front of him with a somewhat bewildered gaze.

  "Peerless Miss?" Ling Yun looked up with a tender face, his hands and feet not knowing where to put them, his eyes flashing, looking somewhat constrained and uneasy.

  Zhang Yi burst out laughing and said, "If you want to deceive people, you should come up with a decent excuse. Do you really think I'm easy to fool?" He pointed at Ling Yi and Ling Yun, saying sarcastically, "These two claim to be disciples of the Ling family, and then another one comes along and directly claims to be Ling Wusuo. It's ridiculous! If you're Ling Wusuo, then I'm Ling Qingtian!"

  Upon hearing this, Ling Wu's clear eyes narrowed slightly, her red lips curled into a sly and mysterious arc, as she slowly said: "I'll let you have your way, Ling Qingtian..."

  "What, what?" Zhang Yi's face stiffened as he looked at the stunningly beautiful woman in front of him who was smiling harmlessly. Suddenly, his back felt a chill and a bad premonition surged up in his heart, "You—ah!"

  A word you, just said out loud, accompanied by a mournful cry like a ghost wailing, Zhang Yi instantly disappeared on the spot, looking up and seeing that in the distant sky, as if there was a meteor streaking across, the mournful cry echoed throughout the universe.

  "Prince!" The group of people behind Zhang Yi were shocked and broke out in a cold sweat, they who had been tied up like dumplings, couldn't help but continuously back away.

  The flower uncle who just stopped Zhang Yi from speaking was even more pale, as a member of the Tianxuan sect, he felt that the person in front of him was unfathomable. While being bewildered, he secretly sized up the person in front of him, a 16 or 17-year-old girl, wearing white clothes, with a ponytail, delicate features, and an innocent face...

  "You, you are, you really are......" A thunderbolt suddenly exploded in Hua Shu's mind, and he couldn't help but retreat repeatedly. Could it be that she was actually Ling Wushuang!?

  Ling Wushuang didn't say much, glanced at a certain person who was walking away towards Ling Tian, and smiled lightly as she withdrew her foot. She lowered her eyebrows to look at the little boy squatting on the grass, and smiled casually: "Let me take a look at what's in your hand."

  "I...I" Lingyun suddenly had a shock, and then, her eyes stared at the person in front of her, but her expression seemed somewhat numb, tightly grasping the Blood Snake Grass in her hand, tense to the point where her finger bones were slightly pale, somewhat at a loss.

  Ling Wushuang blinked in confusion, had he scared the little friend?...

  "Xiao Yun, what are you still dazing about!" Ling Yi's face was bright red as he reached out to pull the stunned little boy, his hands shaking with excitement.

  "Ah, oh oh!" Lingyun's eyes sparkled like stars as he reacted, his hands grasping the Blood Snake Grass, excitedly holding it up in front of Ling Wusuo.

  Ling Wushuang's mouth twitched slightly, and he took the grass from the little boy's hand. It was indeed a precious Blood Snake Grass, which had an extraordinary effect on washing the classics and tempering the marrow. However, if someone below the Holy Rank were to swallow it directly, there would only be one outcome: death.

  Ling Wushuang smiled, raised her hand and pinched off the Blood Snake Grass. The bright red sap burst out instantly, and then she flicked her finger, a string of sparks flashed out, shooting towards the red sap in mid-air. The distance was just right, like a dan furnace, gently wrapping around the bursting red sap. With a few hissing sounds, Ling Wushuang casually added several unknown things, in an orderly manner.

  A moment later, a stream of mysterious energy flowed in, and Ling Wu Shuang raised her hand to grab the crimson flames. As she opened her palm, the sparks scattered and disappeared, revealing a perfectly round, crimson pill that had appeared in the center of her pale palm, shining beautifully like jade or agate.

  "This...” Ling Yi saw the scene in front of him, shocked to the point where he couldn't speak, a medicinal herb, in the blink of an eye, had actually transformed into a precious elixir. Had his eyes deceived him?

  "Take it, this thing will be useful to you." Ling Wu Xiang pinched the bright red pill between his two fingers and handed it to the little boy in front of him. After thinking for a moment, he flipped his hand and took out another white pill, also handing it to him. "This one is Tian Xin Dan, eating it will quickly heal your injury."

  The little boy stared blankly at the bright red dan medicine in front of him, his mouth half open in surprise, and even a bit comical.

  "Xiao Yun!"

  Until Ling Yi reminded him in a low voice, he suddenly came back to his senses and looked at the bright red pill. The tender voice was filled with some hesitation, "This... is this the Lianyan Xuanming Dan?"

  Looking at the little boy's radiant face, Ling Wu Xiang smiled and said, "This is even better than Lie Yan Dan, don't worry about taking it, there won't be any side effects."

  The young boy in front of him was only about ten years old, but Ling Wu had seen at a glance that before his meridians were blocked, he had already reached the realm of High Grade Xuan, and couldn't help but sigh, indeed a material to be cultivated.

  To know that some of the most talented people in Beijing, at the age of ten, had only just broken through to the Earth Realm, even if it's the Ling family now, I'm afraid there aren't many people who can compare to his talent.

  "Great, great!" Watching the little boy take over the medicine, Ling Yi was overjoyed and tearful.

  "I can cultivate now……" Lingyun muttered to himself, holding the still warm medicinal pill in his hand. Suddenly, he lifted his head and stared intently at the person in front of him, his fists clenched so tightly that they turned white. His tender voice still contained a hint of disbelief, "You...you're really Miss Wú Shuāng?"

  "After arriving in the capital, go directly to the Ling family to find me." Ling Wushuang coughed dryly with some helplessness, leaving behind these words before disappearing from sight.

  "Uncle, uncle, it's really Miss Wuduan!" Lingyun was so excited that he almost jumped up, and the pain on his body was directly ignored. The two medicinal pills in his hand were also about to be crushed out of shape.

  "Yes, yes" Ling Yi's eyes were filled with tears of joy. They were truly too lucky, never expecting to meet Miss Wudang here and also obtain the precious elixir, Xiao Yun could now cultivate as well, it was really great.

  "Uh..." Suddenly, the little boy's face stiffened, and with a mournful expression, he looked up at his uncle in front of him, scratching the back of his head, and said in a low voice: "I think I just said I wanted to hit her..."

  Ling Yi was taken aback for a moment, looking at the slightly distorted face of his little nephew, and suddenly burst out laughing, this is really ridiculous.

  A group of people lying on the ground, even more pale-faced, these two people are indeed Ling family disciples. The person just now was really Ling Wushuang! Uncle Hua's intestines were regretful, he looked up at the blue sky and wondered how they could be so unlucky.

  They had just bullied the uncle and nephew, one by one, until they were battered and bruised, lying limp on the ground. They couldn't even shout, let alone speak, and the group watched as the two of them left, seeing them off like they were sending off their ancestors.

  Ling Wushuang returned home to find Old Master Ling sitting in the study, sipping tea with Ling Moqiu and discussing recent events concerning the four major families.

  "It's been almost two months since Wu Shuang closed the door, how come there is no movement at all?" Ling Moqiu crossed his legs and mentioned it unintentionally.

  "Yes, last time it disappeared for a month and came back to break through the Holy Stage directly. This time... Eh, old man, where's my tea!" Ling Jian Tian said while picking up the cup of tea on the table to drink, but in an instant, both the cup and the tea had vanished.

  Ling Moqiu was taken aback, "Dad, you drink it yourself."

  Old Master Ling's beard stood on end, "I've even swallowed a cup!?"

  After finishing speaking, Ling Moqiu and Old Man Ling quickly exchanged a glance, and someone actually made a move under their noses!

  "Ah, good tea" with a slightly lazy tone.

  Old Ling stared at his suddenly appearing precious granddaughter, his eyes bulging, "You little rabbit!"

  "Peerless?" Ling Moqiu looked towards the person who appeared beside him, and it was this little girl, startling them.

  Ling Wushuang chuckled twice and put down the empty teacup.

  "Another breakthrough!" Lord Ling's calm and collected eyes scanned his precious granddaughter, he was now a 2nd rank Saint, but somehow, You'er was able to quietly take something from under his nose without making a sound, her strength must be even higher than his!

  Ling Moqiu was also suddenly excited and mentally prepared himself in secret.

  Being stared at by two people like a monster, Ling Wushuang coughed and interrupted to ask: "Has anything big happened recently?"

  Ling Tian thought for a moment, then replied: "The disciples of the four major families, in order to get familiar with each other, some have formed mixed teams. There are only some minor frictions, but no big problems. The Royal Family and the Holy Temple are also unusually quiet."

  Ling Moqiu continued, his expression somewhat excited, "Because you issued the Four Great Families' edict, widely inviting friends from all over the world, during this period of time, many talented individuals have joined the ranks of the Four Great Families. Now, the strength of the Four Great Families has expanded by more than twice compared to two months ago."

  At this rate of development, he could foresee that within a few years, the influence of the four major families would absolutely not be inferior to the Holy Temple!

  Ling Tian smiled and looked at his little granddaughter, of course, there was a rumor behind the Ling family that they had a powerful god-level expert, which also had some influence.

  Who would have thought that Ling Wushuang, after listening, rubbed her delicate fingers against her exquisite chin and smiled slyly: "This is far from enough!"

  Ling Moqiu and Ling Qiantian exchanged a glance, somewhat understanding yet not quite.

  Digression

  I just saw the "asking for update" ticket, oh my god, 12,000! Alright, although I didn't get any votes, tomorrow is still 12,000, to make up for the girls who voted, finally shouting out, asking for a monthly ticket~