247: Infiltrate Yanyun Peak

"Make your move! This Young Master will give you a ten-move head start!"

Nan Ying wore an extremely arrogant and aloof expression on his Face.

In his view, a mere Cultivator in the Great Emperor Realm was completely unqualified to have him strike first.

If Yang Lingchen weren't the Saint, he probably wouldn't even have bothered to acknowledge him.

"Are you sure you want to give me a ten-move head start?"

The corner of Yang Lingchen's mouth curled into a meaningful smile as he thought to himself: Since you want to show off, don't blame me for slapping your Face in a moment.

"Less talk, make your move!"

Nan Ying had a haughty and disdainful expression. He didn't take Yang Lingchen seriously at all, looking at him as if he were an insignificant ant.

"Fine, since you like showing off, I'll fulfill your wish. But don't go back on your word when you suffer for it later," Yang Lingchen sneered, offering a deliberate reminder.

"When it comes to dealing with a piece of trash at the fifth level of the Great Emperor Realm like you, This Young Master wouldn't resort to going back on his word," Nan Ying sneered, speaking with total indifference.

Swoosh...!

The moment Nan Ying finished speaking, Yang Lingchen's figure became like a ghostly afterimage, rushing toward Nan Ying with the speed of lightning.

"Holy crap, how is this kid's Aura so fierce?"

Feeling Yang Lingchen's terrifying Fist Aura that felt as overwhelming as a mountain-toppling wave, Nan Ying frowned inwardly, a hint of shock welling up in his heart.

However, he had already made a big boast; if he were to strike back now, his Face would be completely lost.

With this thought, Nan Ying quickly circulated his entire body's vigorous power, rapidly forming a rock-solid protective shield in front of himself.

Rumble... Rumble...!

Following a deafening explosion, a muffled groan escaped Nan Ying's throat. His brows locked together, his Face instantly became incredibly unsightly, and his body was sent flying backward like a cannonball.

Bang...!

Nan Ying was blasted dozens of meters away, slamming heavily into the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

The surrounding Disciples watching the scene all widened their eyes, their mouths agape as if they could fit an egg inside. Their expressions were filled with shock and disbelief.

They truly couldn't believe that the god-like Saber Wolf, Nan Ying, would actually be sent flying by a single punch from this new Saint.

"Huh! Where did that Senior Brother go who said he was going to perform 'chopping a chick with a large saber'?"

"He was just here a moment ago. How did he disappear in the blink of an eye?"

Everyone began to search and tease, their tones full of mockery... The corner of Yang Lingchen's mouth curled into a seemingly harmless smile as he slowly walked toward Nan Ying, asking with a grin, "Senior Brother Nan Ying, are you alright?"

"Cough... Cough...! How could I not be alright?"

Nan Ying coughed lightly, quickly scrambling to his feet while feigning composure, and carefully smoothed his hair.

"That's good. I still have nine moves left! Please hold on a bit longer, I'll finish up quickly."

"You..."

Nan Ying almost spat out a mouthful of blood, but he forced himself to swallow it back down.

"Junior Brother Yang's strength is indeed great. Next, how about we have a fair fight?"

At this moment, Nan Ying's Face looked incredibly bad. Yang Lingchen's punch just now had nearly knocked the wind out of him.

If he let Yang Lingchen land a few more punches, it would be a wonder if he wasn't beaten to death.

"Senior Brother Nan, didn't you say you'd give me a ten-move head start? I only gave you one light punch, and you're already scared like this?" Yang Lingchen said with a beaming smile.

"How could This Young Master be scared by you?"

Nan Ying put on an act of forced composure, then spoke with righteous dignity:

"Junior Brother Yang, you are after all the Saint of our Haoyue Demon Palace. If This Young Master gives you ten moves, it would be somewhat disrespectful to you. To show respect for your status as Saint, This Young Master will go all out from now on."

"Fuck, this kid has truly taken showing off to the extreme."

Yang Lingchen was completely speechless. He then said with a smile, "Make your move! I'm definitely taking you in as a lackey."

"You want to take This Young Master as a lackey? I'm afraid you don't have the strength."

"Today, I'll let you taste This Young Master's unique skill, Black Tiger Heart-Plucking."

At this moment, Nan Ying's Face was incredibly solemn, and his expression became exceptionally serious.

He unleashed a menacing Black Tiger Heart-Plucking palm strike, his figure like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, lunging rapidly toward Yang Lingchen's chest.

"Dragon Claw Hand."

Facing Nan Ying's fierce and sharp attack, Yang Lingchen gave a loud shout.

He immediately shifted his fists into claws, and combined with the elusive Phantom Movement Technique, he lunged toward Nan Ying like an eagle diving for its prey.

For a moment, Fist Aura raged across the scene, incredibly violent, with claw shadows overlapping in a dizzying display.

Nan Ying was, after all, a top Genius of the younger generation in the Haoyue Demon Palace, possessing rich combat experience that far exceeded others of the same level.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides exchanged hundreds of moves, and for a while, neither gained much of an advantage.

Of course, Yang Lingchen was still holding back his killing moves. After all, this was a spar between fellow Disciples, not a life-and-death battle.

As time slowly passed, Nan Ying became increasingly agitated, with fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

Just then, Yang Lingchen caught a perfect opportunity, locking a claw onto Nan Ying's fist and then twisting with force.

Crack!

Nan Ying's arm was instantly dislocated by Yang Lingchen's twist, followed by a heavy kick from Yang Lingchen.

Bang...!

With a dull thud, Nan Ying was sent flying backward.

Despite the unbearable pain, Nan Ying still didn't make a sound. Instead, his body flickered nimbly twice in mid-air, landing on the massive rock from before with a stylish and elegant posture.

Crack.

With a forceful push, Nan Ying popped his dislocated arm back into place. Then, with a calm expression as if nothing had happened, he said nonchalantly:

"Junior Brother Yang's strength truly lives up to its reputation. This Senior Brother admits defeat."

"Holy crap, this kid never forgets to show off, no matter the time," Yang Lingchen thought speechlessly.

"Nan Ying, have you forgotten the bet between us?" Yang Lingchen asked with a playful smile.

"Boss."

Nan Ying called out with a flushed Face. After all, it would be too embarrassing to go back on a bet he had made himself.

"Good. From today on, you are my, Yang Lingchen's, lackey. In the future, if you encounter anything you can't solve in the Tianfeng World, just use my name."

Yang Lingchen said grandly and heroically.

"Damn, if I use your name, it'll be a wonder if I'm not beaten to death," Nan Ying thought speechlessly.

He then said, "Thank you, Boss."

"Since you've called me Boss, shouldn't you give me a greeting gift?" Yang Lingchen chuckled, his eyes glinting with craftiness.

"This... your lackey isn't carrying any valuables right now. How about I make it up to you later?" Nan Ying said with a difficult expression.

"That works. In the future, if anyone else is dissatisfied with me being the Saint, you'll break their limbs for me. No problem, right?" Yang Lingchen said in a serious tone.

"No problem, absolutely no problem," Nan Ying quickly agreed without hesitation.

"With your strength, even I can't beat you. Who would dare challenge you? That's just asking for a beating," Nan Ying thought to himself.

In the following days, Yang Lingchen lived quite a comfortable and leisurely life.

Ever since Yang Lingchen defeated Nan Ying, his status in the Haoyue Demon Palace rose sharply. Some Core Disciples who were originally dissatisfied no longer had the courage to challenge him.

Even the higher-ups of the Haoyue Demon Palace were very tolerant and generous toward Yang Lingchen, granting almost any request he had.

Of course, Yang Lingchen couldn't just make random demands; after all, he didn't know Ling Yanyun's true attitude toward him.

However, during this time, Yang Lingchen had also tried to quietly gather information about Ling Yanyun, but the information he found was very scarce.

The only useful bit of news was the rumor that Ling Yanyun was a lesbian and had a great fondness for beautiful women throughout her life.

It was said that the peak where the Yanyun Old Ancestor resided was home to a group of beautiful, stunning, and graceful women.

Of course, these were all just rumors, and no one knew if they were true.

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

After a month of tireless Cultivation, Yang Lingchen's cultivation level successfully reached a Breakthrough to the sixth level of the Great Emperor Realm.

On this day, Yang Lingchen planned to secretly sneak into Yanyun Peak to properly investigate news of Ling Yanyun.

After all, the biggest reason he joined the Haoyue Demon Palace was to get close to Ling Yanyun.