Chapter 71: Ben Jun's Woman, Even Heaven and Earth Wouldn't Kneel!

  Nan Gong Qing, the previous emperor of Dong Lin country, had passed away more than a decade ago. At that time, he was already a 6th rank middle stage saint. Now, he has reappeared, safe and sound, with an even more majestic aura, likely having advanced to high stage saint. How could this not shock everyone?

  The country of Donglin still has such a living ancestor!

  However, Old Man Ling let out a cold snort. Even facing the powerful Nan Gong Qing, his face sank, it was Nan Gong Ye, not worthy of his precious granddaughter!

  "Hahaha" Nangong Qing walked slowly to the side of the crowd, with his hands behind his back and a smile that made his belly slightly protrude forward. His voice was hoarse, characteristic of an old man, "Envoys from all parties, arriving at my humble abode in the east, I must come out to welcome you."

  Everyone listened and suddenly felt a thrill in their hearts, and they all smiled and lowered their heads. How could this be borne?

  Ling Wushuang raised an eyebrow and smiled lightly, saying in a low voice: "Is it worth getting excited to the point of jumping out of one's grave?"

  Ling Wushuang's voice was very small, only a few people around him could hear it, but they were also suddenly frightened out of a cold sweat. Ji Yunyang even had a twitch at the corner of his mouth. This guy Ling Wushuang was too ruthless, if Nan Gongqing heard about it, he would probably be so angry that he would turn over in his grave.

  As soon as Nan Gong Qi walked in, the surrounding area was filled with flattering voices, drowning out Ling Wu Shuang's barely audible words, which naturally didn't reach his ears.

  "Your humble servant pays respects to the Supreme Emperor, may you live for ten thousand years, may you live for ten million years."

  "We await your audience with the Holy One"

  The people around, in twos and threes, successively bowed down and paid their respects.

  The eastern officials of the court, knocking and worshiping the Supreme Emperor, the envoys of various countries knocking and worshiping, are a recognition and admiration of the power of the Shang Dynasty's celebration of the upper sage.

  Among those present, apart from Nan Gong Qi bowing his head in courtesy, there were a few people standing upright and motionless.

  Li Tianyi and Ling Qitian, both being in the realm of saints, naturally don't need to pay respects to him. Ji Yunyang is a disciple of the Holy Temple, and although Nan Gongqing's strength is formidable, he still can't compete with the Holy Temple.

  However, there were no people kneeling down to pay their respects. Ling Moqiu and Ling Wushuang stood out from the crowd for a moment, immediately attracting everyone's puzzled gaze.

  Nan Gong Qing also noticed this, took a slow step forward, his breathing slightly heavier, standing in front of the crowd, his aged face sank down, but it was hard to see how much anger he had, "You two, why didn't you kneel when you saw me? Basic etiquette, is this how the Ling family educates their younger generation?"

  Nangong Qing's words were veiled with hidden meaning, and everyone could hear his dissatisfaction with the Ling family.

  At the same time, Nangong Qing brought a doting gaze, raised his hand and waved the sleeve of his gray robe, letting Nangong Yan get up. "Such a girl, has some skills, but doesn't understand etiquette, how can she be an imperial daughter-in-law?"

  Nor did he know what Yan Er liked about her, she was the imperial granddaughter-in-law of Nan Gong Qing, how could she be so unaware of her weight.

  "Kneel?" Ling Moqiu snorted with laughter, his entire demeanor majestic, a shallow green aura emerging from him.

  "What!?" After seeing the shallow green aura all over Ling Moqiu's body, he was suddenly shocked and stunned on the spot. This is the power of the Holy Rank! Ling Moqiu has actually broken through to the Holy Rank, but hasn't he already become a useless body that can no longer cultivate?

  Ling Moqiu heard Nan Gongqing belittle Ling Wushuang's words, and couldn't help but sneer, "Then you should also have the ability to make me kneel"

  Although they are of the same sacred rank, Nan Gong Qing, who is of a higher rank, still doesn't have the qualifications to make Ling Moqiu kneel down and kowtow.

  "The Ling family actually had two people who both reached the rank of Sealed Saint." The people from the other three families instantly fell into a state of panic.

  Ling Tian alone, they can still bluff a bit, but now, even Ling Moqiu has reached the Holy Stage, and there is also a variable Ling Wushuang who may change at any time. She is the most terrifying!

  "What great joy! I didn't expect the Ling family to have consecutively produced a Holy Stage strongman, this is my good fortune indeed!" Nan Gong Qi laughed loudly, but his eyes dimmed slightly, the Ling family's resurgence was a bit too quick!

  It's not just the other three major families, each party has their own thoughts in secret.

  Ling Wushuang smiled lightly, her feeling was indeed correct, Fourth Uncle had been in seclusion for half a month and had already broken through to the Holy Stage.

  "You——" Nan Gong Qing's forehead was furrowed with deep wrinkles, his face burning with anger, unable to move Ling Mo Qiu. In his rage, he directed almost all of his anger at Ling Wu Shuang, saying heavily: "Then why don't you kneel!"

  He didn't believe it, this little girl could actually reach the Holy Stage!

  "How can the Holy One not bear your one kneel!" Nangong Qing's proud head raised, if it weren't for her being Tianye Yun's apprentice, he would not tolerate such an ignorant and arrogant little girl marrying into the royal family.

  "Me?" Ling Wu Xiang looked around, then at Nan Gong Qing, his scallion-like fingers pointing inexplicably at the tip of his own nose, with an innocent face, "Why should I kneel?"

  The dignity of the master and elder was questioned, Nan Gong Qing suddenly became angry. Even with a good temper, seeing Ling Wu Shuang's inexplicable appearance would make one angry to the point of illness.

  Jiang Guifei and Nan Gongxue were waiting on the sidelines to watch the show. The Ling family had two saints, but what did that matter? Their ancestor was a high-ranking saint who couldn't tolerate disrespect from others. If he offended him, Ling Wusuo would definitely die!

  "You made me kneel, but you may not be able to take it. In the past, someone also asked me to kneel, but in the end, I made them lie down."

  “Hmph——” Knowing it was inappropriate, Ji Yunyang still couldn't help but laugh out loud, clenching her fists and coughing violently a few times to cover up her smile. She then composed herself, lifted her head with a straight face, but the corners of her lips still curved upwards slightly.

  At the entrance of Canaan Academy, Nan Gong Xue and Jiang Gui Fei were about to kneel down and kowtow, but in the end, they both ended up lying down.

  One was beaten to death and another was suffocated to death.

  "Ling Wushuang..." Nangong Xue's mouth corner was almost bitten through, and Jiang Guifei was even more so. Her beautifully dressed face was twisted in a fierce expression, but she was restrained by her dignity and didn't dare to make a sound. She could only grit her teeth and swallow them into her belly, silently cursing in her heart.

  It seems that someone around also remembered this matter, and from time to time, a faint snicker was heard. However, the person in front of him was a high-ranking saint, Ling Wu Shuang, this little ancestor, who was simply teasing a tiger's whiskers, his courage was a bit too big.

  As soon as Ling Wushuang's words fell, Nangong Qing's face was like a piece of green iron roasted by fierce flames, extremely ugly, his forehead throbbed with rage, and he roared: "Presumptuous little brat, ignorant of the heights of heaven and the thickness of earth"

  Nan Gong Qing was already in a high position, and with his overwhelming strength, he wouldn't allow anyone to be disrespectful to him, let alone being looked down upon by someone younger.

  Nangong Ye saw the situation was unfavorable, a hint of panic flashed in his eyes, "Ancestor"

  Ling Qingtian and Ling Moqiu's faces sank, "Nangong Qing, don't be too arrogant"

  The Nan Gong family is arrogant and likes to bully others, but the Ling family is not easy to bully either. For Wu Shuang, they don't mind fighting openly.

  "Shut up, all of you!" Nan Gong Qing, in a fit of rage, couldn't even bear to listen to his beloved grandson's words. He took a step forward, and the floorboards beneath his feet shattered into a spider web pattern. "Ling Wu Xiong," he coldly shouted, "I order you to kneel, dare you not to kneel!"

  "Hmph, I've said it before, but that also depends on whether you can withstand my one kneel." Ling Wusuo's clear eyes condensed for an instant, and the wrist in her sleeve turned over almost imperceptibly. No one saw that between her slender white fingers, she was pinching several black stone-like objects.

  A dark green aura burst forth, and the oppressive atmosphere surrounding Nan Gong Qing made it hard for people to breathe. They secretly lamented, "I say, young ancestor, just admit defeat, what's the big deal?"

  "This saint orders you to kneel, and you must kneel!" Nangong Qing took a step forward, his entire aura suddenly rising, overwhelming the surroundings.

  "Ha!" Ling Wu Xiang chuckled lightly and nonchalantly, pinching something in his hand, and flipped it over with a flick of his wrist.

  Just as she was about to make a move, a male voice suddenly appeared in the dark of night, "My woman, even heaven and earth do not kneel, you, a mere King of Donglin, are also worthy?"

  The man's voice was fierce and arrogant, with a low, husky tone that was mesmerizing, like a tidal wave coming from all directions, filling the entire venue in an instant!

  "What's the big deal about the Eastern Border King?" The crowd was shocked and amazed, who exactly is this person, a king of an upper-stage saint, yet he didn't even put him in his eyes.

  Ling Wushuang's mouth twitched almost imperceptibly - this guy always showed up at the most opportune moment.

  "Who!" Nangong Qing's heart was shocked and he quickly looked around, his eyes even showing some fear.

  He could feel that this person's strength was far beyond his own.

  In the dim light, a silver moon hangs high, with gentle ripples on the water. In the distant dark sky, a tall and slender figure in black robes appears, walking on air, with long hair dancing wildly in the wind, like smoke flying, like fire but not fire, exuding an aura of dominance that commands the heavens, this is truly the one who reigns supreme!

  One second ago, he was still standing in mid-air, and the next second, he appeared on the black stone floor in front of the temple gate!

  "Mystical energy transforms into wings, soaring through the air, a pinnacle of divinity, it's a pinnacle of divinity!" The crowd was petrified on the spot, some people staring at the fleeting figure, even trembling with excitement.

  Heavenly Blue Mystic Power, it's actually a legendary existence, the pinnacle of divine beings!

  Lou Junyan wore a black robe with golden silk qilin patterns, and with one step on the ground, he shrunk his body to the size of an inch. After several light and gentle steps, in almost the blink of an eye, he appeared beside Ling Wusuo. His long and powerful arm stretched out horizontally, strongly embracing her into his bosom.

  Ling Wushuang moved slightly, seemingly still hearing the man's faint hum of discontent. She couldn't help but pout and her face darkened slightly. This man, can't he distinguish between situations?

  "Silk..." Ji Yun's eyes almost popped out of her head.

  It was indeed the man from Luorixin Forest, the peak god, oh my god, he actually saw a living one! Living... Ah, Ji Yunyang was so excited that his breathing became disordered and his mind hadn't turned around yet.

  Ji Yun's eyes widened in shock, staring at Lou Jun Yan as he forcefully pulled Ling Wu Shuang into his arms. She opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was "this... this...", it seemed like Wu Shuang was quite familiar with this man.

  "Who are you?" Nangong Qing's whole body was stiff, and he opened his mouth, but it took him half a day to squeeze out one sentence.

  Ling Tian was also not much better, his eyes wide as a cow's, staring fixedly at his precious granddaughter. Suddenly, out of the blue, who is this person? When did Wú Suì become someone else's, how could he not know!

  Then, two black figures fell behind Lou Junyan, Yun Chen glanced at Nan Gongqing with his eyes raised and nose up, as if looking at an ant, Jian Nu carried a black long sword on his back, expressionless.

  "My heavens, this man's subordinate is actually a High-Ranking Saint!" The people around were shocked to the point of almost fainting.

  This man's subordinate is actually stronger than Nangong Qing.

  They never heard of such an existence before.

  "What are you doing here?" Ling Wu's porcelain white face leaned in towards Lou Jun Yan's ear, whispering out this sentence.

  Ling Mo's autumn leaves were about to fall, and Ling Wu Shuang was nearby. When he heard her say this sentence with a hint of resentment, his muscles suddenly twitched. How could Wu Shuang speak so carelessly? The person beside him was a peak god!

  If this man is unhappy...

  Lou Junyan's eyebrows slightly raised, his thin lips stained with a bloodthirsty color, dazzling and captivating, he lowered his head to look at Ling Wushuang, and actually laughed out in a low voice, with a faint pampering, overflowing from his words.

  Ling Moqiu and Ling Qingtian stared at each other, this man surprisingly didn't get angry.

  Lou Jun's low, husky laughter spread out, and the women present felt their hearts almost jumping out of their chests. They didn't dare to look him straight in the eye. Nan Gong Xue's eyes were dazed, she knelt on the ground, her head tilted to one side, and suddenly passed out drunk.

  Lou Junyan wrapped his arms around Ling Wusuo, hooked his lips and smiled a few times, his dark eyes suddenly chilled, turned to look at Nan Gongqing, his whole body's aura, instantly sharp, like the vast and profound mountains and seas.

  "Whoosh——"

  Nan Gong Qing couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the powerful pressure, and he suddenly knelt to the ground, his face pale as a sheet, almost matching the color of his white hair.

  Everyone suddenly felt a chill run down their spine, as if they had fallen into an icy cave.

  Nan Gong Qing, who had just been intimidated by Ling Wu Xiu's majestic aura, was actually unable to withstand even a single thread of this man's pressure. Like a child, he was suppressed to the point where he couldn't get up from his knees. The difference between his divine stage power and that of a saint stage was simply like heaven and earth.

  "Ancestor..." - Nangong Ye's eyes turned bright red, his gaze fixed on the hand that Lou Junyan had tied around Ling Wusuo's waist. "Ling Wusuo".

  Nan Gong Ye suddenly sprang up from the ground, but was pounced on by Jiang Guifei, who held him tightly and shook her head fiercely at him, saying "No, this man is not to be trifled with!"

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