Chapter 82: Family Ranking Tournament (1)

  Mr. Ling led everyone back to the Ling's house, and Ling Wushuang had already drunk several pots of tea, playing with the ceramic cup in his hand, almost falling asleep.

  "Grandfather, Fourth Uncle, you're back!" Seeing Ling Jing Tian and Ling Mo Qiu stride into the great hall, Ling Wu Xiang put down his tea cup and stood up with a smile.

  "Unmatched?" Ling Moqiu was taken aback, then a delighted smile floated up, and he quickly took several steps towards her, sizing her up before saying in a slightly subdued tone, "As long as you're fine."

  The people of the Holy Temple are really too arrogant and actually dare to send someone to assassinate.

  The Jiang family of today can no longer pose any threat to the Ling family, but if they were to collude with the Sacred Hall, the situation would be unfavorable. Fortunately, this time, Wú Shuāng was able to escape unscathed.

  Ling Wushuang's heart was warm and fuzzy inside, she smiled and said, "Fourth Uncle, don't worry, I'll be fine."

  Ling Lao Yezi glared at his granddaughter with a fierce gaze, then seemed to suddenly remember something. His eyes narrowed slightly as he stroked his beard, lost in thought as he stared at her, "Wu Shuang, that godly being who was with you just now... what happened?"

  Ling Wu Shuang coughed lightly, and before Old Man Ling could finish speaking, he rubbed his nose awkwardly and continued, "You've already discovered all this."

  "Y-y-you..." The old man's remaining half sentence was completely stuck in his throat, and he stuttered as he stretched out his hand to point at his granddaughter.

  It's just as he had imagined!

  Mr. Ling understood his granddaughter best, and under the circumstances at that time, others feared the pressure of 'Lou Junyan', so Mr. didn't need to worry, naturally also observed very little, after several measurements, feeling very strange, the more he looked, the more familiar it felt, the more he looked, the more it didn't feel right.

  At the thought of it, he could think of such a damaging move, except for his beloved granddaughter, there might not be a second person to choose from. But such an unexpected thing, Lao Yezi only thought about it, now that it has been confirmed, he is still so shocked that he can't speak for a long time.

  "It's just as you think." Ling Wu Xuan twitched his lips.

  She knew that the old man had already been suspicious, and in fact, she hadn't planned to hide it either. So when the old man didn't ask, he actually asked, and she simply admitted it.

  "Peerless, that divine being, is you!?" Ling Moqiu opened his eyes wide, and after a few circles of eye movement between the two, he finally reacted, suddenly shocked to the point where his mouth was agape. "You've reached the Divine Realm?!"

  Musou is actually a sacred rank, how can it release such a terrifying pressure?

  "Of course not" Ling Wu Xiang hooked a smile on her lips, but that didn't mean she couldn't release the pressure of being a god.

  As they spoke, Ling Wusuo raised his hand and wiped it away. The power of Qianli Qianteng in his body rotated rapidly, and a mighty life force quickly spread out.

  "This" made Old Man Ling's body stiffen, his old eyes suddenly widening in shock.

  The absolute suppression of momentum can only occur when one is a rank higher, and now that he's at the Sacred Rank, isn't the aura released by Musou no less than that of the Divine Rank?

  The oppressive aura released by Xuan Shi comes from the refinement and enhancement of his own Xuan Qi, which in turn originates from the spiritual energy surrounding him. The life force of Qian Li Qian Teng is the source of the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. With Ling Wu Shuang's current strength, temporarily releasing the oppressive aura by overdrawing the original power of Qian Li Qian Teng is almost on par with that of a Divine Rank!

  "Peerless, how did you do it?" Ling Moqiu opened his mouth, somewhat stunned, and after a while, he suddenly shook his head and muttered: "This can be done, but that, the mysterious energy transforming into wings, what's going on with that?"

  Even if Shi Yatou can use a secret method to fake it, temporarily increasing his aura, the Xuanqi Wing Transformation is a divine ability that can only be performed when one reaches the Divine Realm. How can this be explained?

  Ling Wushuang smiled slowly and raised her hand to flick a string of sparks from the tip of her fingers.

  Ling Lao Yezi and Ling Moqiu suddenly felt that the air around them had become a few degrees hotter, as they heard Ling Wusuo say in a low voice: "What I used was not wings transformed from Xuan Qi, but rather the Chaotic Fire Wings. The Chaotic Fire is also Xiao Jiu's innate fire."

  "Chaos Flame Wing......" Ling Moqiu shook his head in disbelief, then nodded, and really didn't know what expression to use, could only laugh and cry at the same time: "You little girl, how many more tricks do you have up your sleeve?"

  This girl always gives him new frights when he's just about to accept her terrifying degree.

  "Cough cough" Ling Wu Shuang rubbed his nose and smiled awkwardly.

  "Xiaojiu's innate flame?" Ling Qingtian suddenly let out a surprised cry, stunned for a moment, stroking his beard as he pondered. Wasn't the one Wuyi was talking about that little fox spirit who only knew how to eat all day?

  "Chirp, chirp——"

  No sooner said than done, before Ling Tian's words had fallen, a small ball of fiery red flesh squeezed in from the door gap with great difficulty and trotted towards Ling Wushuang, followed by a little monkey and a small snake behind its buttocks.

  "Peerless Miss" Behind them, a few people followed, covered in grease and smoke, as if they had just come out of the kitchen. The expressions on their faces were all somewhat distorted, and with a mournful face, they said: "The things you just ordered to be prepared, turned around, and were taken away by them..."

  They know the true nature of that little gibbon and small snake, how dare they intercept? They watched with their eyes wide open as the newly made thing disappeared again, this is the tenth time.

  "Little Nine" Ling Wu's mouth twitched violently, this little thing can't be seen all day, not wandering in the kitchen, but dozing off in some corner, and even her food was stolen.

  The little thing "啾啾" saw its master and immediately rolled over with joy.

  The little monkey who squeezed in through the door behind Xiao Jiu still had a large piece of white and tender food in its mouth, which looked very delicious.

  "Hiss!" Before anyone knew it, Xiaojīu turned her head and slapped a paw on the little monkey's head. Moreover, she even let out two fierce hisses.

  The little monkey's eyes showed a hint of grievance, then pitifully placed the thing it was holding in its mouth in front of the small red shadow that fit in the palm of its hand, stretched out its arm and rubbed the top of its head covered with silver-gray fur.

  Ling Wushuang's mouth twitched, this little nine, didn't expect to bully his younger brother like this, it turned out that every time he brought these two into the kitchen, it was just for himself to move things...

  Although such things happen every day, the several servants who followed later saw this scene of bullying and couldn't help but laugh. What they didn't understand was that these two were clearly Sacred Domain Mystic Beasts, so why did they always get bullied by this little thing?

  "This......" Ling Moqiu blinked in surprise.

  He didn't see it wrong, did he? Those two high-ranking Sacred Realm Xuan beasts had been seen by him before, but they actually let this little guy bully them.

  "It's okay, no need to prepare anymore." She wasn't very hungry either.

  Ling Wushuang smiled and let the few cooks who had chased after him retreat, glaring fiercely at Xiaojiu for a while. The little thing seemed to acknowledge its guilt, its fluffy big tail wagging as it vanished into thin air.

  Ling Lao Ye Zi withdrew his curious gaze, hummed displeasedly, and sat down on a nearby armchair with a flick of his sleeve. He pretended to be angry, saying: "You've got me worried for nothing."

  Although the old man's face was very ugly, the hanging heart had put down half of it. Even if Wudang couldn't beat her, she could still escape with her life, and no one could catch up to her, not even the people from Sheng Tang, who could only gaze at her in dismay.

  Ling Wushuang smiled and grabbed the old man's arm, chuckling and making a few jokes.

  Ling Mo autumn collected his shocked emotions, tense nerves for a few days, thoroughly relaxed and sat down beside him, took a sip of tea before raising his head to look at Ling Wu Xuan, "What do you think about the family ranking tournament?"

  In fact, Ling Moqiu had already gained some confidence in his heart. According to the current situation of the Ling family, if they were to compete fairly with the other three major families and take first place, it would be a piece of cake.

  "How confident are you?" Ling Moqiu asked casually, Wu Shuang knew the current strength of the Ling family's children better than anyone else, but what he was worried about was that the Jiang family would collude with the Holy Temple and secretly set up obstacles, which would be a bit difficult to deal with.

  Ling Wushuang swung her hand and sat down, lightly laughing, "Fully confident"

  Ling Lao Ye Zi gazed at his granddaughter's seemingly smiling yet not quite smiling expression, and his old face turned slightly dark. This little rabbit, indeed had ulterior motives.

  The other three big families still thought that the Ling family was in the same situation as a few months ago, and fortunately, they had not exposed the true strength of the Ling family at this time. Otherwise, under such conditions, the other three families would absolutely not agree.

  Ling Qing Tian couldn't help but shake his head, this little rabbit, he could come up with such a despicable trick, digging a hole and letting them jump down, all the way, still smiling.

  "You're so clever" Ling Moqiu chuckled, with Wú Shuāng this little girl who's full of evil intentions by his side, she can actually be honest for once and not plot against the Jiāng family, those people should be praying to the gods.

  Ling Wushuang stood up, shook her skirt and said, "I'll go give some orders and take a look at how much progress they've made during this time. Ling Hua and Ling Yan led the team to practice in the Forest of Sunset, they should be back too."

  Twenty days ago, in order to let the Ling family disciples gain better experience, several small teams were dispatched under the leadership of a few Tianxuan masters from various families to practice in the Sunset Forest.

  It is only in such a perilous place that they can be forced out of their greatest potential.

  "Good." Old Master Ling nodded, and Ling Moqiu also responded with a "yes".

  The ranking competition among the four major families, what is most valued is the competition among the younger generation, and the points also occupy the largest part. This can be seen from the importance that the Xuan Shi family attaches to the cultivation of their later generations.

  Where do the top families come from? Aren't they all emerging from the exceptionally talented disciples, who aren't they from the lowest level, step by step promotion, as long as they grasp the cultivation of their descendants well, the family can be better continued.

  To a certain extent, the situation of the younger generation can also roughly reflect the overall strength of the entire family, which is also the basis for the importance attached to the younger generation in the family ranking competition.

  Ling Wushuang sent several thousand newly refined elixirs to the Dan Hall, mainly supplementing a batch of healing and breakthrough auxiliary elixirs. For the current Ling family disciples, such basic elixirs were the most important.

  A group of disciples heading towards the Forest of Sunset had yet to return, so Ling Wu Xiang could only head back to his room first.

  As soon as the door closed, Ling Wushuang didn't even turn on the light and went straight to bed, covering her head with a blanket. She had been busy enough during this period of time.

  "Who!" Ling Wu Xuan had not yet fully lain down when she suddenly bounced up, and in the next instant, was caught again, falling onto the man's broad and slightly cool chest. A familiar breath filled every pore of hers, and Ling Wu Xuan also let out a sigh of relief.

  "Lou Jun Yan!" Ling Wu's face turned slightly dark, and he spat out the words with gritted teeth.

  He ran onto her bed in the middle of the night without making a sound, was he trying to scare her to death?!

  In the air, there came a low, husky and enchanting laughter, as rich and moving as fine wine.

  Ling Wushuang's face showed a hint of anger, and with a sudden movement, she stretched out her hand to push something. Then, with a wave of her hand, a string of tiny flames flew into the nearby hollow flower lantern. With a burst of flames, the entire room was suddenly brightened up.

  Lou Junyan's slender body lay sideways on the bed covered with pure white silk, his hand with distinct joints rested on the knee of one bent leg, and his dark red eyes seemed to smile but not quite as he stared at Ling Wushuang. His handsome face with sharp angles released a captivating and enchanting beauty under the dim light.

  Ling Wushuang glared at the man with a bad temper and sat cross-legged beside him, "How did you end up here?"

  Lou Jun's robust body lay across the bed, occupying almost half of it, and Ling Wusuo's delicate and petite frame was nearly squeezed out.

  "Why can't you come?" Lou Junyan lightly laughed and asked back, the fiery red hair at the end of his ink-black locks spread out on the pure white water-jade bed, like a bewitching peony in full bloom.

  Ling Wushuang couldn't do anything about him, so she irritably pushed him a bit, and after a long time, she managed to squeeze out some space. She lay down beside him, pouting and said: "Fine, you can stay there, I'm exhausted, I need to rest."

  Ling Wushuang carried Lou Junyan on his back, and at the same time, he exerted himself to arch his back a few times, finding a comfortable position to cover his head and fall asleep. He looked like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of being scalded by boiling water, causing Lou Junyan to burst out laughing instantly. His low, husky laughter filled the entire room.

  "Don't laugh" Ling Wu Xuan warned lazily with her eyes closed, she was really sleepy.

  Lou Junyan stretched out his arm and hooked it around Ling Wusuo's waist, pulling him back into his embrace.

  Ling Wushuang opened her eyes, then closed them again weakly, and simply turned over, pressing her face against Lou Jun's warm chest. Her slender arms stretched out, wrapping around his sturdy waist, and finally, she comfortably snuggled into him.

  Lou Junyan's long, cold eyebrows slightly raised, the vermilion lips curled up in a doting smile, and his large palm stroked her cool hair. Was this little guy treating him as a pillow?

  Ling Wushuang murmured drowsily and hugged him, feeling quite comfortable.

  On the second day, early in the morning, when Ling Wushuang got out of bed feeling refreshed and invigorated, Lou Junyan had already disappeared.

  Half a month later, the four major family ranking match kicked off.

  Family ranking competition, as usual, still adopts the segmented loop scoring system. First, it is divided into three age groups: under 20 years old, 20-40 years old, and 40-60 years old. The under 20 group has both individual and team competitions, while the other two age groups only have individual competitions.

  The allocation of this age group can move up, but not down, that is to say, for example, if you are thirty years old, then you can challenge the third age group, but cannot participate in the first age group.

  There is also one rule, which is that as a family head, you are not allowed to participate in the competition!

  Younger generation, that is, the age group under 20 years old, occupies more than half of the points. The first place in the individual competition gets ten points, and then decreases successively. The tenth place gets one point. Each family can send ten disciples to participate.

  The family that wins the team competition gets 10 points, second place gets 8 points, and so on, with the last place getting 4 points. However, the top ten winners of individual competitions cannot participate in the team competition!

  Twenty to forty, adopting the ordinary promotion and relegation system, first place gets five points, second place gets four points, third place gets three points, fourth place gets two points, fifth place gets one point. The third age group is the same as this.

  The vast royal arena, capable of holding hundreds of thousands of people, had three red square arenas placed in the center, each over three zhang long and wide. The surrounding areas were encircled with flags bearing the emblems of the four major families, fluttering and waving vigorously under the scorching sun.

  Right in front, five chairs were lined up in a row, with the four major family heads sitting on them. The middle position was Wang Nan Gong Qi's position, who sat upright and expressionless, unable to discern his emotions. This was also the only time that Wang Shang personally attended the family ranking competition.

  There are many different opinions about the royal family.

  Some people say that Dong Lin Wang wants to prevent the four major families from merging into one, after all, the four separate families pose a certain threat to the royal family, so how can Nan Gong Qi allow the birth of an even greater threat.

  However, some people say that Donglin Wang wants to win over the last winner, the Xuan Shi family, which poses a threat to his throne, but if handled properly, it will be a helpful force in supporting the imperial power.

  In short, everyone has their own thoughts and ideas. Those who go to the royal arena include those who want to watch the excitement, people from other major powers, and even people from other countries who want to take advantage of this opportunity to test the waters.

  "Bang——"

  A war drum beats, resounding through heaven and earth, everyone's heart tightly follows with a sudden jump.

  Nan Gong Qi looked around at the dense crowd, smiled and stood up, saying: "Being able to personally host this four-family ranking competition, I feel extremely honored. Let's have a friendly exchange, just for fun, and absolutely no one is allowed to hurt anyone else's life."

  Nangong Qi simply stated the key points and smiled: "I declare that the ranking competition of the four major families is now underway!"

  "Bang——"

  Another drumbeat sounded, followed by another voice, "The ranking competition of the eastern family is indeed lively. Ben Sheng hasn't arrived late, I wonder if he has missed anything."

  Bursts of laughter, accompanied by the lingering echoes of drumbeats, reverberated in the air for a long time, seeming somewhat eerie.

  Ling Wushuang furrowed his brow, raised his eyes and exchanged a glance with Lao Yezi. The people in the Holy Hall!

  The head of the Jiang family, despite exerting great effort to restrain himself, couldn't help but feel an uncontrollable surge of joy in his heart. His face twisted slightly, but he managed not to reveal a smile, looking extremely serious instead.

  The crowd parted, and dozens of pure white horned horses led the way. A sixteen-man sedan chair fell down, and the Poison Saint's figure flew out, throwing his head back in a loud laugh. Behind him, there was another golden lion-drawn sedan chair with a pink curtain, where the woman's delicate body was faintly visible through the wind-blown beaded curtains.

  "Person of the Holy Temple"

  The people around couldn't help but sigh in admiration at the sight of such a grand procession, and indeed, it was worthy of being called a holy temple, for even its outings were so majestic.

  "Welcome the Holy Maiden"

  Dozens of people in the temple shouted in unison.

  Ling Wushuang was taken aback, the Holy Maiden? The Holy Maiden of the Holy Temple, Shuixian'er, wasn't she killed by her? Just as he thought this, he noticed a fierce and sinister gaze falling on her body.

  Ling Wushuang's gaze swept across, and the Poison Saint he saw had a smile all over his face, laughing loudly, unable to see any displeasure, taking steps towards the high platform.

  The curtain of water was lifted by a pair of delicate hands, and the figure of a woman emerged, stepping on the back of a sedan chair bearer, walking down with a gentle swaying motion, like a willow tree swaying in the wind. Her beautiful eyes sparkled, and her smile was enchanting.

  "Isn't it Narcissus?" Ling Wu Xuan suddenly realized that it was actually a swap with the Holy Maiden, and the speed was quite fast.

  Ling Wushuang thought for a moment, in the Holy Temple, there are probably not a few people who want to see Shuixian'er dead. She only killed one person, not an entire position. If one dies, they can just find someone else to fill the spot, and the temple won't be any worse off without this one person.

  However, the saint was beheaded in front of several elders, and this shame could not be washed away. But people around did not know about this matter, thinking that the saint had just changed her appearance, and still worshipped the temple infinitely.

  Shengnu Bai Qian followed behind Du Sheng, lightly raising her head and walking directly onto the high platform. With a smile, Du Sheng stepped on the dozens of steps leading to the high platform, gazing at Dong Lin Wang: "I wonder if the Holy Hall will have the good fortune to witness the splendor of the four major families of Dong Lin."

  Dong Lin was taken aback by Wang's favor and hastily stood up, saying, "The Sage's arrival is a blessing for Dong Lin, please..."

  Then, Nangong Qi raised his hand and beckoned, indicating for people to take their seats.

  A loud thud, and the same large chair that Nangong Qi was sitting on was placed beside him at an angle, close to the position of the Ling family head. In this situation, it should be equal to Nangong Qi's seat.

  "Hahaha" Poison Saint raised his head and let out a few loud, hearty laughs, "Good"

  The positions of the four major families were also carefully considered. Nan Gong Qi, as the East Lin King, sat in the middle, but no one refuted him. With the right being revered, Ling's family, as the first among the four major families, naturally sat on Nan Gong Qi's right-hand side. On the left-hand side was the second major family, Jiang's family.

  Just then, Duosheng and Shengnu arrived, two large chairs were about to be placed in front of the Ling family, Old Man Ling's face looked a bit unsightly.

  If they really let them in, the Ling family would be suppressed by the Holy Temple, and the second position on the right side would fall behind the Jiang family.

  "Miss Wú Shuāng, please move back a bit." The old man carrying the large chair gestured for Líng Wú Shuāng, who was sitting behind Líng Jìng Tiān, to retreat and make some space. Only then could the two large chairs be squeezed in.

  Ling Wushuang suddenly smiled, her hands clasped to her chest, and leaned back, propping herself against the back of the chair, staring at the two officials in front of her with a curved brow and eyes.

  The two men carrying the big chair shuddered all over, and suddenly thought of what they had said. What was this little ancestor laughing at? Hadn't they said anything wrong?

  The Poison Sage stood on the high platform, seeing his position, and for a long time he couldn't calm down, his face suddenly sank.

  Shengnu Bai Qian still had a faint smile, her seemingly weak body standing beside the Poison Saint, not showing any disrespect. She secretly glanced at Ling Wushuang, and there was no emotion in her beautiful eyes.

  "Ling Wushuang, what do you mean by this? Is this the hospitality of your four families?" The Poison Saint couldn't hold back and erupted on the spot.

  Ling Wushuang chuckled softly, her petite figure nestled in the large chair. "This is where the four major families sit. If you're a guest, please look over there - the seat of honor awaits your esteemed presence."

  After finishing speaking, Ling Wushuang's scallion-like slender white fingers pointed to the side where some VIPs were seated, with a smiling face.

  Four major families ranking match, many forces also came to watch, and arranged for a fixed position, the order is chaotic, and the subsequent game will be even more chaotic?

  But Ling Wu's words made everyone's heart skip a beat, and facing the Poison Saint, she said this with an unchanged expression.

  The poisonous holy one's forehead bulged with anger, and being called "you old" by Ling Wu Xiang made him even more furious.

  He, the Poison Sage, has personally come to this grand hall. If he were to sit in the main seat, it would be giving face to him and the four major families of Donglin. But if he were to sit in that ordinary guest seat, he would still be forced away by Ling Wu Shuang, where would his face go then!

  "If you're not a guest," Ling Wu Xuan sneered, and the next sentence made Du Sheng's face turn iron-blue: "Then please tell me, which family does the Poison Saint represent?"

  This remark immediately attracted the attention of everyone, and they secretly thought: Could it be that this Holy Temple really intends to support one of the four major families? However, if they were to collude with external forces and get caught, their qualification for the tournament would be cancelled.

  At Ling Wu's intentional or unintentional words, the master of the Jiang family suddenly turned pale.

  Did she find out? No way!

  "You, Ling Wushuang!" The Poison Saint violently swung his sleeve, exerting great effort to suppress the rage in his heart. His chest heaved fiercely as his venomous gaze swept around, yet he had some reservations and didn't dare make a move against her directly, so much so that he was almost choking on his own blood.

  Ling Wushuang scratched his ear nonchalantly and said calmly: "I don't know what instructions you have, I'll listen carefully with a humble heart."

  A burst of stifled snickering sounds came from around, and it was really unbearable, they couldn't help but laugh out loud. This Ling Wusuo is simply going to infuriate people to death!

  "Poison Saint, please calm down." Nangong Qi saw that things were not going well and hastily stepped forward to intervene, "Please sit over here."

  As he spoke, Nangong Qi raised his hand to signal for two large chairs to be placed between him and the Jiang family. The two eunuchs carrying the chairs were overjoyed and quickly retreated, keeping a safe distance from Ling Wusuo.

  Nan Gong Qi's face was very unsightly, Ling Wu Shuang refused to budge from her position, and more importantly, what she said was reasonable, so the two sides were at an impasse, and he could only compromise.

  Du Sheng's face twisted slightly, and he suddenly swung his sleeve, letting out a cold hum as he walked towards the large chair.

  Ling Wu's eyebrows rose slightly, and Nan Gong Qi, this Eastern King, was indeed not easy to deal with.

  However, looking at the current seating arrangement, Nan Gong Qi is sitting in the middle, with Ling's family on his right and the Poison Saint and Holy Maiden on his left. In the Starry Sky Continent, where the right side is considered more honorable, anyone with discerning eyes can tell that it is clearly the Ling family who is suppressing the Sheng Tang's momentum.

  The Poison Sage had already sat down, but his face was exceptionally ugly.

  Ling Lao Ye Zi's furrowed brow finally relaxed. The Ling family can be humble and courteous to anyone, but when it comes to the Holy Temple, they will never bow their heads!

  By the way

  Uh, time's up and I haven't finished writing yet, so I'll just send some over for now. Today's promised 10,000-word update will definitely be more than that, haha! There will be a second update later around 9 pm.