Chapter 74: Witch Iron Sleeve Arrow (Second Update) Text/Rainy Xiaoxiang

  Ling Moqiu's face was extremely rich in expression, and he was made somewhat tearful by Ling Wusong. He glared at her fiercely, having just thought to comfort her and let her take it slow, but unexpectedly, this little girl had suddenly jumped onto the holy stage, which was a bit too frightening.

  "Alright, alright." No one was happier than Old Man Ling, but as he spoke, his tone gradually sank down, and the last syllable was almost inaudible.

  Ling Tian gazed at Ling Wu Shuang, his eyes filled with a deep sense of vicissitude, and suddenly became somewhat dazed. Tears welled up in the old man's eyes.

  Sensing Lao Ye's emotional changes, Ling Wu's eyes slightly dimmed, her red lips lightly pursed, and she sat quietly beside him.

  Ling Moqiu let out a barely audible sigh, then smiled and interrupted, "Wu Shuang, in a month's time, it's the family's ranking tournament. You breaking through to the Sacred Stage at this time is both good and not good."

  At that time, Third Brother also broke through to the Sacred Stage by coincidence before the family ranking competition.

  Among the younger generation, as a Saint-level expert and Third Brother, he was an existence at the very top, and had laid down an indispensable foundation for the Ling family to take over the position of the number one great immortal clan. However, it was also because of this that he became the target of everyone's attacks.

  The old man's emotions fluctuated so much, probably thinking of his third brother who ended up with no bones left.

  Her hand in Ling Mo's sleeve was clenched into a fist, with blue veins bulging out, and she gritted her teeth in silence. It was all his fault that he was useless. If it weren't for saving him and Big Brother, Third Brother would not have been ambushed by those people and still be missing!

  "Family ranking match?" Ling Wu's eyes lit up, and he also smiled. The old man and Fourth Uncle were discussing something in a low voice, probably about this matter too.

  Ling Moqiu nodded, "The ranking tournament of the four major families in the East, held every twelve years, and this year is another round."

  Musō breaking through to the Sacred Rank at this time would likely cause panic among the other three major families, and as a tall tree attracts wind, it's inevitable that he'll be targeted by those with ill intentions. However, even if it costs him his life, he will absolutely not allow Musō to have any further mishaps.

  After a while, Old Man Ling composed his emotions and continued: "Wu Shuang, for now, don't mention your breakthrough to the Saint stage to outsiders."

  Ling Wushuang nodded in agreement, but just now Lei Sheng had run away. This matter would probably not be able to be hidden for much longer.

  "Ah-ha!" Ling Wu Xiang suddenly remembered something, flipped her hand and swung it, the wide sleeves fluttering open, two black crossbows appearing in her hands, which she held up and placed before the two of them.

  The design is extremely delicate, yet different from the thousand machine crossbow she has used before, more exquisite, about four or five inches long, all black lacquer, in a curved shape, under the dim lamp shadow, a layer of cold air floats out, at first glance, it must be an extraordinary product.

  "What is this?" Ling Moqiu had seen Ling Wusuo use the Thousand Machine Crossbow at a night banquet in the imperial palace, its power shocking the entire hall. Naturally, he wouldn't underestimate the similar thing that Ling Wusuo took out.

  Her red lips curled slightly as she said, "She's called Wu Tie Xiu Jian, forged from the finest iron and Wu stone."

  The Wu Stone refined iron is far superior to the materials used to make the Thousand Machine Crossbow, and the Wu Iron Sleeve Arrow is much more powerful than the Thousand Machine Crossbow in terms of lethality and destructive force!

  Unfortunately, she only found one piece of material suitable for making a sorcerous sleeve arrow in the treasure trove she had gathered from Li Tianyi.

  "Witch Iron Sleeve Arrow......" Old Man Ling took one and held it in his hand, examining it left and right for a few moments before asking uncertainly: "How is this used?"

  Ling Wushuang smiled calmly, raised her hand to take the Wu Tie sleeve arrow, and pressed it onto her arm. With a series of crisp metallic sounds, the seemingly ordinary black color perfectly adhered to her slender arm, looking like a glossy black cuff.

  "Witch iron sleeve arrow, the arrow passes without a sound. Inside there are twelve arrow feathers. Sliding this hidden button can make the inside arrow feathers pop out and shoot. Multiple feathers can be fired in succession, or a single one can be fired separately."

  Ling Lao Ye Zi and Ling Mo Qiu exchanged a glance, what a wonderful design!

  Ling Wusuo's next sentence left the two of them stunned on the spot, "Even if this thing falls into the hands of an ordinary person, breaking through the defense of a middle-tier Saint is nothing."

  This is a modification of the ordinary sleeve arrow, made from a softer material, Wu Shi Jing Tie, with increased power compared to the Thousand Machine Crossbow.

  "What?" Ling Moqiu's body stiffened for a moment, then quickly raised his hand and took another pair from Ling Wushuang's hand, holding it in his own.

  "It's simply unbelievable" that something so small can have such great power, it really makes one feel like it's inconceivable. However, others may say he won't believe it, but Musō says that what he says is definitely not false!

  "Good treasure!" Old Man Ling's eyes almost emitted red light, this little rabbit's hands held good things that kept coming out one after another.

  A burst of metallic clashing and screeching, Ling Wu Xiang took it off, then handed two pieces separately to Old Man Ling and Ling Mo Qiu, saying somewhat regretfully: "However, the materials were limited, so I could only make one set each for Grandfather and Fourth Uncle."

  Even the master craftsmen's guild couldn't find another piece of Wu Shi refined iron suitable for forging it.

  However, even if the Craftsmen's Guild existed, Yi Xiong would have seen Ling Wushuang go and be afraid to dig a deep pit to bury her, otherwise, at some point, she would be fooled by her.

  Ling Wushuang smiled faintly, Fourth Uncle had reached the Saint stage not long ago, and Grandfather was now only a second-grade Saint, but with these things, even when facing a mid-grade Saint, he could safely escape.

  "Invincible, isn't this thing even more powerful than what you used to break the Moonlight Guardian?" Old Man Ling chuckled and stroked the object in his hand, his eyes suddenly sparkling as if he had just remembered something. He looked up and asked: "By the way, Invincible, that mysterious person who appeared at the imperial palace banquet, you..."

  His eyes were fixed intently on his precious granddaughter, his mouth almost splitting into a smile, how could he have forgotten something so important.

  Ling Wushuang was stared at by the old man's meaningful gaze, feeling uncomfortable all over, clearing his throat, picking up the tea cup beside him, taking a sip, and after a while, he muttered somewhat complainingly: "I've been treated cruelly by him lately"

  "So soon!" The old man's beard twitched as he exclaimed in surprise: "They haven't even gotten married yet!"

  "Pffft——" Ling Wusuo spat out the tea she had just drunk, only then realizing how ambiguous her words were. But this old man was also too...

  Old Ling patted his thigh and said with a smile: "But it's also good this way"

  Ling Mo Autumn coughed softly, looking at Ling Wu's face with a black line, and nudged Old Man Ling with his elbow, saying: "It's no wonder that Wu can make such great progress under the guidance of a peak god."

  This old man who doesn't know his place has gone too far.

  Upon hearing this, Old Man Ling also immediately realized his misunderstanding and rubbed his beard with some embarrassment, chuckling twice before interrupting: "You must be tired, Wu Shuang; hurry back to rest and recover. I see your breathing is a bit unstable."

  Ling Wushuang's mouth twitched slightly, because she had just blown away a group of people squatting in the corner.

  "Old master, a visitor from the Craftsmen's Guild has arrived." At this time, a report came from the attendant outside the study.

  "What about the Guild of Master Artisans?" Old Man Ling asked in puzzlement, "What are they doing at the Ling residence?"

  The people of the Craftsmen's Guild have never been in contact with any forces before, so why did they suddenly come to the Ling family.

  "This old servant didn't know, they also brought several large boxes of things. The person who came said it was Master Yi's order to send them specifically to the Ling family, and they had to hand them over to Miss Wusuo personally." The people outside seemed to know very little about it.

  "Did Yì Xióng personally entrust this to you?" Líng Old Master was taken aback, looking at Líng Wú Shuāng with some doubt. That old freak Yì Xióng, who didn't care about worldly things, when did Wú Shuāng become friends with him?

  Ling Wushuang patted her skirt with her hand and stood up, smiling as she walked outside, "Let's take a look".

  It was all of Qianji's crossbows, and they were finished. Last time she went, she only casually took one with her.

  It was already late at night, with trees swaying around and a faint moonlight.

  On the training grounds of the Ling family, over a thousand disciples stood in formation, their faces flushed with excitement, as if infused with chicken blood. Every pair of eyes was fixed intently on the high platform above, where ten black wooden chests were arranged, each containing ten neatly arranged Thousand Machine Crossbows.

  Even some people swallowed their saliva, at the royal night feast, Miss Wú used this thing to break the Town Treasure, Tiānluò Yùzhū's moonlight guardian. Now, in front of them, there were actually over a hundred!

  What is this concept? What does it represent again? Without thinking, it's clear that some of them will definitely get it.

  Eyes blazing red, hot blood boiling!

  Ling Moqiu couldn't help but shake his head in amazement, this little girl was too capable of stirring up trouble. Fortunately, he had a good tolerance for it, otherwise, she would have scared him into making mistakes long ago.

  He thought that one thousand-strong mechanical bow would be intimidating enough, but unexpectedly, this little girl quietly brought back a hundred of them. What's even more terrifying is that it's said she didn't spend a single penny! Yi Xiong's eccentric temper actually agreed to it as well. How did Wú Shuāng manage to do it? He truly admired her!

  "There are a hundred thousand crossbows here." Ling Wu's simple sentence made the people below burn with excitement, their eyes wide with anticipation as they stretched their necks and nearly popped out their eyeballs.

  Yes, they also know that there are only a hundred planes. Everyone's heart is like a cat scratching, but here there are at least a thousand people, how can we divide them up?

  Ling Wushuang walked slowly on the high platform, every step seeming to tread on the anxious hearts of the Ling family disciples below.

  Ling Wu's expression was cold and arrogant, with a hint of lazy evil aura, he said slowly: "I've said it a long time ago, every position is taken by the capable one, of course, there are some things that can only be obtained by the capable one."

  The people below suddenly understood: The capable ones get it!

  Ling Wushuang smiled lightly and said, "From today on, one month later, the top 100 people among you in terms of strength will each receive a...". He paused slightly before continuing, "In addition to that, as long as you reach the Tianxuan stage, you can also go to the Ling family's treasure vault to receive a..."

  This is just the beginning of 100 aircraft.

  Ling Wushuang's words instantly stirred the hot blood in everyone's hearts, surging out a momentum of determination and passion to become stronger. They must become stronger, even if it doesn't happen this time, they will strive to reach Tianxuan as soon as possible!

  "Here, I have another thing to announce." Everyone concentrated, almost perking up their ears, not wanting to miss any of Ling Wu's words.

  Ling Wushuang smiled and walked to the edge of the high platform, saying: "Apart from this, anyone among you who has reached the third rank of low-grade Xuan, sixth rank of mid-grade Xuan, ninth rank of high-grade Xuan, or third rank of low-grade Tianxuan, can go to the Dan Hall to receive a pill that assists in breaking through."

  This sentence instantly threw everyone's already excited emotions to another **point**.

  Everyone looked at each other, their eyes trembling with excitement. Miss Wú's meaning was that there would be no distinction between main and side branches, only competition based on strength, and as long as they reached a breakthrough point, they could obtain corresponding grade elixirs!

  "Even... if you reach the 9th rank of Tian Xuan, you can receive the Po Yuan Dan."

  If we say that Ling Wushuang's previous sentence was like a fierce fire, igniting the passion in people's hearts, then his next sentence was like a bomb, heavily thrown into people's hearts.

  "Po Yuan Dan! It's actually Po Yuan Dan!"

  Everyone was unable to calm down, that is the Sacred Tier Dan medicine, the world's merchant associations, a single Broken Yuan Dan, was auctioned off for a sky-high price of one million two gold, today, yet someone told them, as long as your strength reaches it, naturally you will have it, how can they not be excited?

  "The Sacred Stair is not unattainable, others can break through, you can too!" Ling Wu Shuang's arm swept out, his voice as sharp as a war drum beating, "So now, just tell me, can you pursue this goal, strive for it, and break through?"

  "Agreed!" they shouted in unison, their voices shaking heaven and earth.

  They had the chance to break through the holy ranks, which was something they never dared to think about before. But now, someone told them that this wasn't an unattainable goal. This person was their idol, the target they would pursue for their entire lives. How could they not believe?

  On the school grounds, thousands of Ling family disciples had their hearts racing wildly, almost as if they could hear a loud and powerful pounding sound. Every inch of hot blood was churning and boiling over.

  "Very good." Ling Wu Xiong nodded in satisfaction. With competition and encouragement going hand in hand, the best results can be achieved.

  Ling Lao Ye stood aside, stroking his beard, staring at Ling Wu's back, his eyes involuntarily deepened.

  The Ling family now has over a dozen young people who have reached the Tian Xuan stage, hundreds of high-ranking Di Xuan, and almost all of them have surpassed Di Xuan.

  To this day, Old Man Ling still can't believe it. A group of mediocre people, in such a short period of time, actually became a batch of elites. This is simply a miracle.

  It's also time for the Ling family's strength to be revealed.

  Digression

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