116: Becoming a father in the early morning

"Peak Master, please calm your anger. This Disciple hasn't finished speaking yet."

Seeing Ouyang Yunmeng's displeased expression, Yang Lingchen hurriedly spoke, his expression carrying a hint of urgency, fearing that Ouyang Yunmeng was truly enraged.

"What else do you want to say?"

Ouyang Yunmeng looked at Yang Lingchen huffily. Her exquisite face was now flushed with a layer of red due to her anger, like peach blossoms blooming in spring.

"This Disciple's meaning isn't that I'm afraid of him, but rather that I'm afraid if I beat him to death, you won't be able to protect me."

Yang Lingchen scratched his head with a cheeky look on his face.

A hint of craftiness flickered in his eyes, as if this were just an inconsequential joke.

"Pfft."

Ouyang Yunmeng couldn't help but chuckle, quickly covering her vermillion lips as she laughed, "I really can't say for sure if I can protect you. Why don't you ask Peak Master Wang? If you beat his Disciple to death, will he hold you accountable?"

Ouyang Yunmeng's laughter was crisp and pleasant, like the ringing of silver bells, instantly easing much of the originally tense atmosphere.

"Oh! Then this Disciple should ask him first. In case I beat his Disciple to death and he flies into a rage again, what would I do?"

After Yang Lingchen finished speaking, he looked at Wang Xukun and said, "Peak Master Wang, my cultivation level has increased greatly recently, and I'm not very clear on my own strength. If I accidentally beat your esteemed Disciple to death, please don't hold me responsible!"

Yang Lingchen's tone seemed sincere, but the slightly provocative expression on his face revealed his true thoughts.

After speaking, Yang Lingchen added another sentence, "Of course, if you're afraid I'll beat your esteemed Disciple to death, then we don't have to compete."

"You're looking for death."

Luo Hao looked at Yang Lingchen with uncontrollable rage. He had long heard of Yang Lingchen and knew that Yang Lingchen had killed his Revered Master's only son, but he didn't expect Yang Lingchen to be so arrogant.

At this moment, Luo Hao's eyes were wide open, as if fire was about to burst from them. His fists were tightly clenched, as if he would rush forward to compete with Yang Lingchen at any moment.

At this time, Ouyang Qingcang stood up with a gloomy face and scolded, "Everyone, settle down. Now that the Four Sect Grand Competition is imminent, what kind of behavior is this internal fighting?"

Ouyang Qingcang's voice echoed throughout the Sect Master Hall like a great bell, filled with majesty and irresistible power.

"The Sect Master's lesson is correct."

Yang Lingchen said with a serious face. He immediately tucked away his cynical appearance and showed the proper respect.

"Alright, I will personally lead the team for this Four Sect Grand Competition. During this period, I hope you can support each other, unite against outsiders, and strive for a good result in this Grand Competition."

Ouyang Qingcang said loudly, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, his eyes filled with expectation and encouragement.

"Yes, Sect Master."

Everyone responded in unison. Their voices were orderly and loud, showing absolute obedience to the Sect Master's command.

"Now, depart with me."

After Ouyang Qingcang finished speaking, he took the lead and walked out of the Sect Master Hall. His steps were firm and powerful, each step seemingly carrying an invisible pressure.

Under Ouyang Qingcang's leadership, the group from the Immortal Sword Sect boarded a massive mysterious boat.

Yang Lingchen and Ouyang Yunmeng found a corner and sat down.

"Yang Lingchen, this is some important information regarding this Four Sect Grand Competition. Take a good look; it will be of great benefit to your upcoming battles."

Ouyang Yunmeng tossed a small booklet to Yang Lingchen.

Her expression was serious and solemn, her eyes reflecting her concern for Yang Lingchen.

"Thank you, Peak Master."

Taking the small booklet Ouyang Yunmeng handed over, Yang Lingchen began to read it seriously.

The Four Great Sects of the Southern Desolation are: the Immortal Sword Sect, the Tiantian Sect, the Heavenly Yin Sect, and the Medicine King Valley.

At the same time, the rankings of this Four Sect Grand Competition are also related to the distribution of interests among the major Sects.

To Yang Lingchen's surprise, the organizer of the Four Sect Grand Competition had always been the Phoenix Divine Dynasty.

As the most powerful force in the Southern Desolation, the Phoenix Divine Dynasty held absolute authority in the Southern Desolation.

Under the control of the Phoenix Divine Dynasty, the balance of power between the Four Great Sects had seen almost no life-and-death battles for thousands of years.

This showed how terrifying the strength and control of the Phoenix Divine Dynasty were in the land of the Southern Desolation.

The reason why the Phoenix Divine Dynasty wanted to hold the Four Sect Grand Competition was actually to control the rise of the Four Great Sects.

Over the years, countless young Geniuses from the Four Great Sects had died in the Four Sect Grand Competition. Even if a few Geniuses managed to reach the end, they would eventually join the Phoenix Divine Dynasty.

And almost none of the Geniuses who dared to oppose the Phoenix Divine Dynasty met a good end.

Rumor has it that the Imperial Lord of the Phoenix Divine Dynasty, Huangfu Haotian, is an existence at the ninth layer Peak of the Emperor Realm.

Over the years, under Huangfu Haotian's governance, the power of the Phoenix Divine Dynasty has reached its historical Peak.

Putting away the booklet, Yang Lingchen began to close his eyes and rest.

It had been nine months since he left the Heavenly Origin Palace, and at this moment, he missed Dongfang Yunbing and Nangong Yan very much.

In his mind, bits and pieces of his time with Dongfang Yunbing and Nangong Yan constantly surfaced.

Dongfang Yunbing's gentleness and strength, and Nangong Yan's liveliness and kindness, all made him feel incredibly warm and nostalgic.

Of course, it would be difficult for him to return in a short time, and there were also many things waiting for him to do here.

Besides searching for Xiao Qingyun, who had fallen off a cliff to save him, Yang Lingchen also had to find his mother, whom he had never met, and bring her back to see his father.

Thinking of Xiao Qingyun, a wave of guilt and worry surged in Yang Lingchen's heart.

He didn't know if she was alive or dead, or if she was suffering in some corner. As for the mother he had never met, his heart was full of curiosity and expectation, wondering what kind of person she was and why she had left them.

There was also Chen Xueqi, who had disappeared because of him; this matter had always been hidden in the depths of his heart.

Chen Xueqi's disappearance made him feel incredibly self-reproachful. He secretly vowed to find her and ensure her safety.

Of course, Yang Lingchen also had a very distant goal, which was to travel to the Tianfeng World to find his first loves, Feng Xueqing and Ling Yanyun.

However, this goal was still very far away for him at present; for the time being, he didn't even dare to think about it.

...Northern Profound Region, Heavenly Origin Palace.

Today's Heavenly Origin Palace is already the undisputed number one power in the Northern Profound Region.

Among the majestic palace complexes, every palace was magnificent, showcasing the majesty and prosperity of the Heavenly Origin Palace.

Under Dongfang Yunbing's suppression, the Northern Profound Empire also gradually fell apart.

Today's Dongfang Yunbing's cultivation level has already reached the Spirit Sea Realm. Under her leadership, the Heavenly Origin Palace has become the absolute overlord of the Northern Profound Region, and she has also become the undisputed Empress of the Northern Profound Region.

This day, outside the Green Cloud Pavilion.

At this time, Yang Daolin was pacing back and forth, as anxious as an ant on a hot griddle. His face was full of anxiety and expectation, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

"Wah... wah... wah... wah..."

Just then, the cries of two infants sounded throughout the entire Green Cloud Pavilion one after another.

"Hahaha... They're born, they're born! Fantastic, I'm finally going to be a grandfather." Yang Daolin was so happy he was almost dancing for joy. His laughter was full of joy and excitement, and his eyes sparkled with the light of happiness.

At this moment, Aunt Wang, who had assisted with the delivery, walked out.

Yang Daolin hurriedly went to meet her and asked urgently, "How are Bing'er and Yan'er? Is it a boy or a girl?"

Yang Daolin's voice trembled slightly due to tension, and his hands tightly gripped Aunt Wang's arms.

"Congratulations, Patriarch Yang. The Palace Master gave birth to a boy, and Young Miss Yan gave birth to a daughter. Both mothers and children are safe."

Aunt Wang laughed. Her face was also brimming with a joyful smile, happy for the new lives arriving in the Yang Family.

"Hahaha... Good, good, good! Chener has good fortune—a son and a daughter, both a boy and a girl. I just don't know where that scoundrel has died off to; he didn't even come back when the children were born."

Yang Daolin laughed. Although he was scolding, Yang Daolin was still very worried about his son.

He looked at the sky and silently prayed in his heart that Yang Lingchen could be safe and return soon... In the blink of an eye, seven days passed.

During these seven days, Yang Lingchen had not been idle, but was secretly running the Vast Heaven Art, constantly absorbing the Spiritual Qi from the haotian jade space for his Cultivate.

The Vast Heaven Art circulated within his body like a surging river, continuously transforming the Spiritual Qi into his own strength. Within his Meridians, Profound Energy flowed, constantly strengthening his body and cultivation level.

This day, after seven days of continuous flight by the mysterious boat, the group from the Immortal Sword Sect finally arrived at the Imperial Capital of the Phoenix Divine Dynasty.

Phoenix City, the Imperial Capital of the Phoenix Divine Dynasty and the largest city in the Southern Desolation, possesses a long history of tens of thousands of years.

Sitting on the mysterious boat and looking from afar, this was an incredibly massive city; at a glance, one could hardly see its boundaries.

The city walls towered into the clouds, as if connected to the horizon. The flags on the city walls fluttered in the wind, showcasing the majesty and glory of this city.

Seeing this scene, Yang Lingchen felt incredibly shocked. He couldn't help but ask himself: Is this really just a city?

The mysterious boat stopped ten kilometers away from Phoenix City.

As the Imperial Capital of the Phoenix Divine Dynasty and also the largest city in the Southern Desolation, the entire area of Phoenix City had been designated as a no-fly zone.

Any mysterious boat that dared to fly over Phoenix City would be regarded as provoking the Phoenix Divine Dynasty, and the consequences would be very serious.

Therefore, no Sect or force dared to fly within the Phoenix City area.

Under the leadership of Ouyang Qingcang, the group from the Immortal Sword Sect arrived at the gates of Phoenix City.

The city walls of Phoenix City were built from hard Black Profound Stones, appearing magnificent and grand. On both sides of the massive and heavy city gates stood rows of City Guards.

The Black Profound Stones emitted a cold light, giving off a feeling of being indestructible.

What shocked Yang Lingchen was that the strength of these City Guards was actually all at the first layer of the Spirit Sea Realm or above.

Every one of them stood tall with serious expressions and sharp gazes, exuding a powerful aura.

Ordinary people entering Phoenix City needed to pay Spirit Stones. After all, once inside Phoenix City, personal safety would be guaranteed. Therefore, the property prices within Phoenix City could almost be described as sky-high.

As a participating Sect in the Four Sect Grand Competition, the group from the Immortal Sword Sect did not need to pay the entrance Spirit Stones.

Entering the city, what met the eye were buildings full of classical charm, bustling streets, warmly shouting vendors, and densely packed pedestrians.

Those buildings had upturned eaves and painted rafters, and were exquisite and beautiful. The dazzling array of goods on the streets was breathtaking, and the shouts of the vendors rose and fell, full of the atmosphere of life.

Compared to the Immortal Sword City under the jurisdiction of the Immortal Sword Sect, this place was clearly much more prosperous. Even the pedestrians walking on the streets had cultivation levels one level higher than those in Immortal Sword City.

Yang Lingchen followed the crowd, curiously observing this strange yet bustling city. At the same time, his heart was full of expectations and challenges for the future.