Chapter Eighty-four: Go Down Myself, Or Should I Send You?

  Because of the arrival of the people from the Holy Temple, this little episode appeared and was soon forgotten by everyone. However, the Poison Saint sitting next to the Jiang family still had a gloomy face, with a belly full of anger, occasionally glancing in the direction of the Ling family, wishing to get rid of them as soon as possible.

  At some unknown time, a faint cracking sound was heard, and the armrest of the large chair under the Poison Saint's body was completely destroyed.

  Ling Wushuang sat lazily with a faint smile on his lips, looking like he had nothing to do, leisurely watching the scenery.

  In the first round of competition, the four major families of Ling, Jiang, Ji, and Yun each sent out ten disciples under the age of twenty to determine the quota and conduct a round-robin tournament to select the top ten places, which would earn points respectively.

  The Yun family's procession emerged, and a murmur of surprise rippled through the surrounding crowd.

  The Yun family's lineup consisted of one Tian Xuan and nine Di Xuans, among whom two were high-ranking Di Xuans. No one had expected that a Yun family disciple would break through to the Tian Xuan level before the age of twenty.

  To know, at twenty years old, being able to break through the High Heavenly Realm is already considered a genius, let alone breaking through the Heavenly Realm.

  Later, the team brought out by the Ji family was not disappointing at all. Among the ten people, although there were no top-notch experts like Tian Xuan, almost all of them had reached the high-ranking Earth Xuan realm, with only one being mid-ranking Earth Xuan.

  The genius young master of the Ji family, Ji Yunyang, was a high-ranking Tianxuan, but unfortunately, he had just turned twenty. However, unexpectedly, his whereabouts were still unknown until now.

  Ling Wushuang's eyes glanced around casually, where did that little guy Jiyun Yang run off to?

  The master of the Ji family looked a bit ugly, but because the competition was not decided by one person, the two sides had more wins in their respective matches. After thinking about it, the master of the Ji family finally put his heart at ease.

  Jiang Yang saw the formation of both families and let out a big sigh of relief.

  Ling's family situation is well understood, but now looking at the disciples sent by Ji Yun's two families, Jiang's family is not afraid, and to be on the safe side, he still has a last resort. This round of singles must belong to Jiang's family!

  Jiang Yang's face turned serious, with an air of authority as the head of the household, he raised his hand and gave a wave.

  Under the stage, the crowd parted, and Jiang's team walked out. The ten of them held their heads high and puffed out their chests, releasing an aura that suppressed the other two families!

  Everyone focused their attention and was shocked to find that among the ten people, there were actually three Tianxuan, and the rest, except for one who was mid-tier, were all high-tier Dizhen!

  The two masters of the Ji and Yun families were both shocked, thinking they had left a backhand, but unexpectedly, the Jiang family's strength had already reached this point, which was not truly exposed before.

  Jiang Yang heard the exclamations around him and couldn't help but feel secretly pleased, his eyes darting subtly in the direction of the Ling family, seeing that Ling Wusuo seemed to have made no move, feeling strange at the same time, he also let out a sigh of relief.

  Ling family had at most one little maid named Tian Xuan. She also had a Moon Wolf King. That day, outside the imperial palace night banquet, he saw her.

  However, even so, he doesn't have to be afraid. Moreover, if Ling Wushuang didn't participate, the Jiang family would definitely take the top four spots and win with ease, making it a sure thing.

  At this time, everyone's eyes were focused on the direction of the Ling family team.

  I don't know what lineup the first great Xuan family can come up with. In recent years, there have been rumors that the Ling family is declining with each generation, and the younger generation is just a group of spoiled sons who only know how to eat, drink, and gamble. The rise of Ling Wushuang has slightly alleviated such rumors, but now they are floating back into people's minds again.

  Moreover, what's even stranger is that Ling Wusuo seems to have no intention of participating in the competition either.

  Jiang Yang's eyes had developed a hint of provocation by the end.

  On the high platform, Ling Wusuo raised one hand and clenched his fist fiercely. The surrounding crowd parted, and ten young men from the Ling family walked out in a steady pace. Their faces were calm and determined, with no extra expression, and a shallow yellow aura emanated from them.

  "My goodness, am I seeing things?!"

  "Five Heavenly Xuan, Two High-Ranked Earth Xuan!"

  Among the crowd, screams echoed one after another, who can tell them whether this is true or not?

  Even more, someone exaggeratedly rubbed their eyes, the Ling family's lineup, out of ten people, five were actually Tianxuan, and the others were all high-ranking Dixian. Weren't the Ling family's descendants supposed to have declined? Where did these people in front of them suddenly pop out from!?

  "No, how is this possible!" The master of the Jiang family's eyes suddenly widened and he jumped up from his chair, in his haste, he blurted out: "This must not be someone from the Ling family"

  Ling's family situation over the years, he understood it better than anyone else. These people must not be Ling's children, they must be outsiders invited by Ling Tian!

  "Jiang Yang, think thrice before speaking!" Old Man Ling's face suddenly darkened, and he let out a loud roar, causing Jiang Yang to be momentarily stunned. He was only prevented from falling to the ground by a surge of internal energy from the Toxic Saint beside him.

  Ling Wushuang leaned back in his large chair, a mocking curve rising on his red lips.

  She thought the master of the Jiang family was a wise and calm person, but unexpectedly, with the secret support of the Holy Temple, he became so 'daring to speak and act'.

  The people around cast sideways glances, and many of them showed some contemptuous expressions.

  "This is actually a Ling family disciple, that's Ling Ce, who used to often go with me to the casino, I really didn't expect, after not seeing him for several months, he has reached First-Rank Tian Xuan." Some people present pointed out those they recognized.

  "That's Ling Chuan, this little girl is so fierce, last time she almost knocked out my front teeth"

  "Isn't that Wu Yi? An outsider disciple... I was still strolling with him a few months ago..."

  The people around, you one eye and I one sentence, said that the host of the Jiang family has some shamelessness, holding back a belly full of anger and sitting back in his seat, with resentment in his heart. Even if the Ling family has five Tianxuan, what about it? The three Tianxuan of the Jiang family, as long as they can take the top three, they can also win!

  He was just unwilling to accept that the abandoned Ling family could actually produce a lineup that surpassed the Jiang family on the surface, five Tianxuan, damn it, how could there be five Tianxuan!

  The two masters of the Ji and Yun families exchanged a glance, each with their own thoughts. They had actually underestimated the Ling family.

  Ling Moqiu couldn't help but shake his head and smile, Wú Shuāng's decision was indeed correct. This lineup would make Jiang Yang so angry that if he were to bring out ten Tian Xuans, it would scare the Jiang family into a frenzy, fearing they wouldn't be able to tolerate the outcome of the Family Ranking Tournament, and something unexpected would happen.

  Suddenly, Ling Wu's eyebrows furrowed as she sensed that something was off about the Jiang family's group. There was one person who looked particularly suspicious, with a stone-like expression and an air of eeriness that made her feel uncomfortable.

  Ling Lao Ye Zi looked at Ling Wu Shuang with a puzzled expression as he walked out from his side and slowly approached the four teams on the stage.

  "Miss Lingwu?" The ten Ling family disciples showed even more respect to the approaching Lingwu than they would to their master.

  Ling Wushuang nodded slightly, casting a vague glance at one of the Jiang family members, then turned to point at a Ling family disciple and smiled: "You step aside, I'll take your place."

  That person was taken aback for a moment, although he was puzzled, he respectfully replied "yes" and retreated.

  Ling Moqiu was puzzled, "Wu Shuang, what are you doing?"

  She wasn't going to participate in the team competition after all, so why did she suddenly change her mind? If Wuyue participated, she would definitely win first place in the individual competition. But if that happened, then she wouldn't be able to participate in the subsequent team competition.

  Ling Lao Ye shook his head, "Let's take a look first, Wu Shuang has her own ideas."

  Seeing this situation, Jiang Yang's face stiffened for a moment, and then he gritted his teeth. Even if Ling Wu had participated in person, he was only a ninth-grade Tianxuan after all. The first place must be the Jiang family! Du Sheng's eyes gleamed with a few more points, and a sly smile spread across the corner of his mouth.

  Ling Wushuang stood at the forefront of the Ling family's lineup, her hands clasped together in front of her chest. She gazed calmly towards the Jiang family, her eyes settling on a pale and thin young man.

  He stood at the end of the Jiang family's team, looking very unassuming, with a dark aura all over his body, only at the first rank level. However, his face was expressionless, and his entire face looked like a piece of motionless wood, looking extremely strange. His gaze at Ling Wushuang also didn't take him seriously.

  "I declare, the contest officially begins!" The judge was also an elderly man.

  The first round of competition will be a direct knockout match, with opponents determined by drawing lots, and each facing off against different families.

  Ling Wushuang casually pulled out a Yunjia No. 3 and smiled, thinking it was fine to finish the match early and rest sooner.

  "Bang——"

  A loud drumbeat sounded, and the people around saw that it was actually Ling Wushuang who slowly stepped onto the stage from one side of the arena. The shouting voices instantly surged out, wave after wave, one wave covering another.

  Ling family's evil little star of doom, nowadays Donglin, can be said that no one does not know, no one is not familiar.

  On the other hand, the one who walked onto the stage with a nervous look on his face was a young man from the Yun family. He looked so miserable, how could he be so unlucky? He had actually drawn Ling Wushuang! He thought he still had a chance to squeeze into the top ten, but unexpectedly, as soon as he came up, he encountered this jinx!

  That Yun family disciple was holding a large knife in his hand, with a look of decline on his face, looking extremely comical. Although he was a high-ranking cultivator, the surrounding area still echoed with whispers and snickers. Wasn't this like an egg hitting a rock?

  Ling Wushuang's hands were clasped together, her exquisite and beautiful face was full of harmless smiles, she spoke softly: "Was it I who personally invited you to come down, or did you come down by yourself?"

  That Yun family disciple, seeing Ling Wusong's smiling face, was so frightened that his legs went soft. Without thinking twice, he silently chose the latter option, shouldering his burden and carrying the large knife in his hand, crying with a sad face as he walked down from the stage.

  Knowing he can't win, Ling doesn't want to be brutally beaten by Wu Song.

  "Cut---"

  Everyone burst out laughing, knowing that as soon as Ling Wushuang took the stage, there would be a good show to watch. However, no one expected it to be this exciting, with him winning directly with his sharp tongue.

  However, Yun Jia Xiaozi's choice was relatively wise. To say nothing of his Earth Xuan level, even an ordinary Tian Xuan expert would not be able to withstand a slap from Ling Wusuo, that little ancestor.

  Ling Wushuang raised an eyebrow and smiled, turned around, and walked down from the stage at a steady pace.

  The first round is over.

  The referee, stunned by this dramatic scene, stood frozen at the edge of the stage until Ling Wushuang walked down, then slowly came to his senses and raised the sign in his hand, declaring: "First round, Ling Wushuang wins, advances"

  The master of the Yun family's face twisted in a mixture of anger and frustration, and he let out a low hum of discontent, but didn't say anything else.

  The next trial, due to the certain rules of drawing lots, rarely has a Tianxuan versus Tianxuan match, so the outcome is also relatively quick, and the twenty rounds of trials ended in less than two hours.

  Among the twenty people who advanced, three were from the Yun family, four from the Ji family, six from the Jiang family, and seven from the Ling family. Next was the competition for the top ten to get points!