76: misfortune

"Greetings, Revered Master, Grandfather, and Grand Elder." Yang Lingchen and Xiao Qingyun bowed respectfully, their expressions solemn and reverent.

"Ha... ha, Brother Xiao, I have long heard that you have taken in a young Genius Disciple. Seeing him today, he truly lives up to his reputation."

Grand Elder Zeng Shouchun laughed heartily, though his laughter seemed to carry a hint of deliberate intent.

"Brother Xiao, you flatter him. Lingchen is still young and cannot handle such praise. Compared to your Disciple, there is still a significant gap."

Xiao Zaishan smiled with a humble expression, yet a hint of imperceptible confidence shone in his eyes.

"Brother Xiao, you are too modest. Since both young men are here today, why not let them spar and foster some camaraderie?"

Zeng Shouchun said with a faint, elusive smile, a flash of craftiness in his eyes.

Only then did Yang Lingchen notice the young man beside Zeng Shouchun. He was a tall youth with sword-like eyebrows and large eyes, radiating a powerful Aura, with a cultivation level at the fifth level of the Gui Xuan Realm.

"Brother Xiao, that wouldn't be appropriate! Lingchen is only at the first level of the Gui Xuan Realm, while your Disciple is already at the fifth level. How can they spar like this?"

Xiao Zaishan frowned, looking quite speechless. He thought to himself that Zeng Shouchun always gave him trouble; now that he had just taken Yang Lingchen as a Disciple, Zeng Shouchun had deliberately brought his new Disciple here to spar. Wasn't this clearly meant to make him lose Face?

"Brother Xiao, you worry too much. It is a good thing for young people to spar. Besides, with both of us present, are you afraid he might get hurt?"

Zeng Shouchun wore a sinister smile, his eyes revealing a determination to not stop until his goal was achieved.

"Very well! Lingchen, go and spar with him. With your Revered Master watching, you will be fine."

Xiao Zaishan pondered for a moment before speaking, looking at Yang Lingchen with eyes full of encouragement and trust.

"Yes, Revered Master."

Yang Lingchen acknowledged, then walked to the center of the arena with firm steps.

"Leng'er, go easy on him. Don't break him, you hear?" Zeng Shouchun smiled, his Face full of smugness.

"Yes, Revered Master. To deal with him, one hand is enough for this Disciple."

Xiao Leng stood proudly, one hand behind his back, walking towards Yang Lingchen with extreme contempt, his gaze as if looking at an insignificant ant.

"Grand Elder, is this wise? If your Disciple only uses one hand and I accidentally cripple him, don't blame me! We should make this clear beforehand."

Yang Lingchen said with a mocking smile, a trace of provocation flashing in his eyes.

"You brat, you are courting death."

Xiao Leng glared at Yang Lingchen. If not for the sake of the Second Elder, he would have wanted to rush up and kill this ignorant brat immediately.

"No manners. I am speaking to your Revered Master; why are you interrupting?"

Yang Lingchen smiled disdainfully and shot a cold glare at the other, his gaze seemingly capable of freezing a person instantly.

"You..." Xiao Leng was burning with rage, his chest heaving violently, his Face turning beet red.

"Tsk tsk tsk... Grand Elder, your Disciple doesn't look like much! Being so impatient will cause him to suffer greatly in the future. Besides, he has no other skills, but his ability to brag is quite impressive; he actually wanted to use only one hand against me."

Yang Lingchen shook his head as if disappointed in his failure to improve, his Face full of pity and mockery.

"Nephew Lingchen, then why don't you teach him a lesson on my behalf!" A cold glint flashed in the depths of Zeng Shouchun's eyes, his voice low and sinister.

"Then I'm really going to do it!" Yang Lingchen said, his Face eager to try.

"Rest assured, as long as you can hurt him, I will not blame you." Zeng Shouchun said, his tone full of confidence.

"Whoosh."

"Slap."

Before Zeng Shouchun's voice had faded, Yang Lingchen's figure had already turned into a streak of white light, flashing like a ghost, and slapped Xiao Leng across the Face.

"Ah ah... Little Bastard, you dare to ambush me!" Xiao Leng let out a miserable scream. At this moment, his right cheek was already swelling at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Damn you, you still dare to curse me." Yang Lingchen let out a cold shout, activated his Movement Technique, and charged at Xiao Leng like lightning, then swung his palm and began to slap him wildly.

"Slap... slap... slap...!"

"Ah... ah... ah...!"

Miserable screams rang out continuously. In no time at all, Xiao Leng had been beaten into a pig's head by Yang Lingchen. A mere fifth level of the Gui Xuan Realm, how could he withstand Yang Lingchen's attack? If Yang Lingchen wanted to kill him, he could have sent his head flying with a single slap.

"Grand Elder, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to beat your Disciple into such a state." Yang Lingchen stopped his movements and said with an ashamed Face, yet his eyes were clearly flashing with smugness.

"It is fine. Leng'er is usually arrogant; today, you educating him is a good thing for him." Zeng Shouchun's Face was extremely sinister, his cold eyes filled with dense killing intent, but he could not act on it due to Face.

"Stinky brat, how many times have I taught you to be low-key? Look at what you've done to Nephew Xiao Leng!" Xiao Zaishan said with feigned anger, though the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up slightly.

"This Disciple was wrong. Next time, this Disciple will definitely go lighter." Yang Lingchen hurriedly pretended to apologize, a fawning smile on his Face.

"Brother Xiao, I will end my chatter here today. I will visit again next time." Zeng Shouchun cupped his hands, then dragged Xiao Leng away, his back looking extremely disheveled and annoyed.

"Ha ha... Good lad, not bad, at least you didn't embarrass your Revered Master." Xiao Zaishan laughed heartily, his Face full of gratification and pride.

Xiao Zaishan was becoming more and more satisfied with Yang Lingchen, who was both his Disciple and his future grandson-in-law.

Afterward, Xiao Zaishan urged Yang Lingchen a few more words, telling him to prepare well, as in a few days it would be the fifteenth, the day of his wedding with Xiao Qingyun.

Whenever he thought of this, Yang Lingchen felt a headache. After all, he had previously sworn to kill this woman, and now having to marry her? Wasn't that slapping his own Face?

After spending so much time together, Yang Lingchen found that Xiao Qingyun didn't seem so bad; at least he had never seen her do anything evil.

The only thing that disgusted Yang Lingchen was that Xiao Qingyun treated him as a Cultivation Cauldron, but recently, Xiao Qingyun's attitude towards him had clearly changed a lot.

In the blink of an eye, a few more days passed.

Late that night, Yang Lingchen and Xiao Qingyun were busy with proper business, just at a critical moment.

Suddenly, earth-shattering sounds of fighting came from outside, and Yang Lingchen was almost scared out of his wits. Without time to think, the two hurriedly put on their clothes and quickly walked out.

At this moment, he saw Xiao Zaishan and Xiao Bitong being surrounded and attacked by several people.

Judging from the Aura on these people, their strength was at least at the Spiritual Profound Realm or above. In a battle of this level, Yang Lingchen could not intervene at all.

"Xiao Zaishan, hand over the heavenly martial divine pearl, and This Holy Master will spare your life." A woman with cold eyes and stunning beauty spoke, her voice ice-cold, carrying endless majesty.

"Wang Yuyan, as the Revered Master of the Holy Land, you actually ambushed a subordinate. How laughable." Xiao Zaishan sneered, his eyes filled with anger and disdain.

"Since you are stubborn, do not blame This Holy Master for not remembering old ties." Wang Yuyan's eyes were cold, and an invisible pressure radiated from her body, causing the surrounding air to seemingly solidify.

"Grandfather." An anxious Xiao Qingyun cried out, her voice filled with worry and fear.

"Girl, Lingchen, run quickly, and never come back." Xiao Zaishan shouted urgently to Xiao Qingyun while bearing the attacks of several people, his Face full of determination.

"Pfft..."

Just then, Xiao Zaishan was blasted away by a palm from Wang Yuyan, while Xiao Bitong was also controlled by the others.

"Silly girl, what are you still staring at?" Yang Lingchen grabbed Xiao Qingyun and fled into the distance.

However, just as they had run not far away, they were intercepted by Wang Yuyan.

"Giggle giggle... Heaven helps me; I have actually encountered a Pure Yang Body." Wang Yuyan stuck out her sexy tongue and licked the corner of her mouth, as if she had seen a table of exquisite delicacies, her eyes filled with greed.

"Wang Yuyan, you bitch, I'll fight you to the death." Xiao Qingyun immediately raised her sword and charged over, her eyes filled with anger and determination.

Yang Lingchen also did not hesitate to swing his immortal demon sword, following Xiao Qingyun as they charged towards Wang Yuyan, his body radiating a fearless Aura.

"Courting death." Wang Yuyan's eyes sharpened, and with a wave of her hand, a powerful wave of Qi swept towards Yang Lingchen and the other.

"Boom... boom... boom...!"

Yang Lingchen and Xiao Qingyun were blasted dozens of meters away, slamming heavily onto the ground and raising a cloud of dust.