"Yo-Young Master Ling? Waaaah, Young Master, it really, truly has nothing to do with me!"
Fire Cloud Daoist knelt on the ground, weeping as pitifully as a drenched flower, his heart already filled with utter hatred for that old fool Yin Zhengchun and his grandson.
Dammit!
Of all people to provoke, why did they have to provoke this great demon?!
This scion of the Ling Clan was ruthless enough to kill even his own people! The Flaming Cloud Sect was just an eighteenth-rate minor sect in the Eastern Territories of the Sacred Dynasty. Even the Azure Water Sect backing them would have to kneel and pay respects if they saw the Young Master.
How dare those two bastards snatch a woman the Young Master had his eyes on?!
As he pondered, Fire Cloud Daoist's expression grew increasingly twisted.
If… if Yin Tianxing hadn't taken Lin Meng as his wife, and she instead caught the Young Master's fancy, their Flaming Cloud Sect…
Gulp!
A heaven-defying opportunity!!!
Ruined!!!
Yin Zhengchun, you are the eternal sinner of the Flaming Cloud Sect!!
Meanwhile, Ling Xiao watched Fire Cloud Daoist's rapidly changing expressions, a trace of amusement gradually curling his lips.
The grandson of a minor sect elder with no luck to speak of, barely stepping onto the path of immortality, not focusing on cultivation but already learning to throw his weight around?
Fine. Today, your daddy Ling Xiao will teach you what it truly means to throw your weight around.
Ling Xiao stood up, walked over to the Flaming Cloud Sect Leader, and gently patted his shoulder.
"Did you not eat? Can't you cry any louder?"
"WAAAAAAAH!!! WAAAAAAH! Young Master, spare me! Spare me!!" The sect leader instantly collapsed to the ground, wailing as if his heart was being torn out.
He wasn't pretending; Ling Xiao's fearsome reputation was just too terrifying!!
"Where is the family estate of that Lin Meng located?" Ling Xiao turned to glance at Fu Yunao, his tone calm.
Snatching a bride was something even a Son of Fate could do, so why couldn't he?
That Lin Xi had done it too, though he ended up utterly crushed by Ling Xiao in the end. He only had his own lack of strength to blame.
A mere elder of a minor sect… his cultivation was probably only around the Breakthrough Realm, right?
"Young Master, it's in Blaze Cloud City, at the foot of Blaze Cloud Mountain." Fu Yunao covered her mouth with a light laugh. The Young Master was truly too wicked, scaring people to the point of tears so easily.
"Blaze Cloud City?" Ling Xiao nodded, then lifted his foot and kicked Fire Cloud Daoist squarely to the ground. "Lead the way, now!"
"Waaaah… Hic?" Fire Cloud Daoist was stunned for a moment, then his old face instantly flushed with excitement.
Lead the way?
The Young Master isn't going to kill me?!
Before coming here, he had already prepared himself for death and made arrangements for his affairs.
After all, those summoned by Young Master Ling Xiao who managed to survive… well, since ancient times, no, throughout history, no, in short… there were none!
His corpse probably wouldn't make it back, so he had his disciples prepare a cenotaph.
A small coffin lifted, the suona horns playing… they were probably already feasting by now?
Extra! Extra! A minor sect in the Eastern Territories of the Sacred Dynasty simultaneously holds a funeral and a wedding! Briefly put: a blessed funeral.
"Not going yet?" Ling Xiao raised an eyebrow, startling Fire Cloud Daoist into pushing himself to his limits, shooting desperately towards the horizon.
A Divine General realm expert fleeing for his life was terrifyingly fast. So, when Fire Cloud Daoist reached the foot of the Myriad Daos Demon Sect and looked back, only to find the Young Master hadn't followed, he started crying again.
Dammit!
I was too hasty!!
Ling Xiao shook his head with a wry smile, glanced back at Fu Yunao, and said, "Senior Sister Fu, you should rest at the sect. The Myriad Sects Grand Competition is coming up soon; prepare well."
He casually tossed a pill bottle to Fu Yunao and was about to step towards the mountain path when a flicker of surprise suddenly shone in his eyes.
"ROAR!!"
An earth-shaking dragon's roar suddenly reverberated throughout the entire Myriad Daos Sacred Mountain.
A monstrous demonic aura erupted, instantly enveloping the entire sky.
Dark clouds descended, rolling with oppressive demonic might.
Even Wan Rendí stepped out of the main hall, his eyes wide with shock as he looked up at the terrifying demonic shadow coiling in the sky.
"A dragon!! An actual True Dragon!!"
Right now, high above the Myriad Daos Sacred Mountain, a black dragon's shadow, stretching hundreds of miles, tore through the clouds, emitting sharp, ear-piercing roars.
Around it, demonic energy churned, its pressure suppressing the heavens. It was nothing short of earth-shattering.
For a moment, Wan Rendí even thought a demon emperor from the had arrived.
But then, seeing the figure standing with hands behind its back on the demon dragon's head, his pupils constricted violently.
White robes, starry patterns, peerlessly handsome and profound.
It was none other than Ling Xiao.
"How could this be… this demon dragon is actually Ling Xiao's mount?!" Wan Rendí gulped hard.
With his cultivation level, he could easily sense that the demon dragon's realm hadn't yet reached the Breakthrough Realm.
But the demonic might emanating from its body was comparable to a demon king in the King realm!
"Look! It's a demon dragon!!"
"What a terrifying demon beast!!"
"This aura… it really makes me… want to piss myself."
"It's too horrifying!!"
"Eh? There seems to be someone on that demon dragon's head?"
"Are you joking? How could a ferocious beast like this allow anyone to insult it by standing on its head?"
"It's the Young Master!! It's the Young Master!!"
Countless demon sect disciples emerged from their caves and stood in front of halls, looking up at the figure standing with hands behind its back. The awe in their eyes almost solidified into substance.
"The Young Master! It's the Young Master's mount!!!"
"Badass!! The Young Master is so badass!!"
"As expected of the man who conquered the Divine Maiden of the Dao Palace! A demon dragon and a true phoenix, a match made in heaven and earth!!"
The crowd began to cheer, boiling with excitement, reaching a fever pitch.
Ling Xiao merely smiled faintly and rode the dragon away.
Peak Xuan Qing realm.
He hadn't expected Hua Hua to break through to the peak Xuan Qing realm in such a short time.
A sixth-grade pill was indeed terrifying.
However, perhaps Hua Hua's bloodline was simply too powerful. Even with one foot already in the Breakthrough Realm, it still hadn't taken human form or awakened its innate talents.
Rumors said that the more terrifying a demon beast's bloodline, the harder it was to take human form and the more difficult it was to awaken their lineage's innate abilities.
This was the Heavenly Dao's way of maintaining balance among all living beings.
Of course, whether the rumor was true or not, Ling Xiao didn't know—after all, he'd just looked it up online.
But it was clear that once Hua Hua finally took form and awakened its innate divine abilities, the entire Sacred Dynasty would likely be shaken once again.
At the foot of the Myriad Daos Sacred Mountain, Fire Cloud Daoist watched the demonic clouds descending overhead, his old face already deathly pale.
"The Young Master… truly lives up to his peerless demeanor. Even this demon dragon willingly submits… Yin Zhengchun, it looks like you're done for today."
Thinking this, Fire Cloud Daoist's figure instantly shot into the air, rushing ahead of Ling Xiao and speeding furiously towards a certain location in the Eastern Territories.
Today, he was actually somewhat impatient to get his hands on that Grand Elder, the one he usually exchanged flatteries with, and crush him.
Over the Eastern Territories, the day turned from clear to cloudy.
Demonic clouds suppressed the land for ten thousand miles, tearing through the sky, causing countless orthodoxies and ancient clans to speculate: Which demon king from the Northern Territories had arrived here?
But… since when did the demon race have the guts to so brazenly set foot in human territory?
Still, speculation was one thing, indignation another. For now, no sect or clan was willing to be the first to strike, fearing unnecessary trouble.
After all, when it comes to sweeping the snow at your own doorstep, it's always to each their own.
Whoever this great demon kills is none of my business.