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Chapter 177 - Arriving Astride a Dragon

"So it seems, Ye Qingchan and Bai Zhixi haven't completely submitted to me yet?" Ling Xiao frowned, pondering silently.

He could understand Bai Zhixi's case; it was just a soul imprint, only capable of subtly influencing her state of mind.

As for Ye Qingchan... could it be because of that latent wisdom?

Ling Xiao figured out the reason in an instant.

Subduing a Fate-Bearing Woman was like slaying a Son of Fate; both would eventually yield additional rewards.

But... Lin Meng was merely a minor luck-bearer. Why didn't he get an additional reward when Qin Leng submitted before? Could it be that she still harbors some secret?

As for this Luck Plunder Card, Ling Xiao didn't need to think hard to understand its purpose.

Directly killing a Son of Fate would allow him to plunder all the luck and rewards from them.

What a great item!

This way, Ling Xiao wouldn't have to waste effort scheming against them anymore.

However, this item couldn't be exchanged for in the system mall, and it could only be used once. Ling Xiao would inevitably need to choose his target carefully to maximize the benefits.

"Young Master, it was presumptuous of Lin Meng." Just as Ling Xiao was lost in thought, a look of resolve, bordering on despair, suddenly appeared on Lin Meng's face.

Today, she had expressed her admiration for Ling Xiao right in front of Yin Zhengchun and his grandson. Given their temperaments, they would absolutely never let her off.

It might even implicate the entire Lin Family.

In that case, it would be better to just die and end this grudge.

"Hmm?" Ling Xiao's expression turned stern, especially when he saw the determination on Lin Meng's face. The corner of his mouth curled into a smile. "You truly wish to follow me?"

"Young... Young Master?" The despair on Lin Meng's face suddenly froze, then she nodded vigorously. "As long as the Young Master does not disdain me, Lin Meng is willing to be a maid, to follow and serve the Young Master for all my lives."

"Good. Then pack your things and prepare to return to the sect with me." Ling Xiao smiled faintly. One step closer to that group activity.

"Oh, right, do you have any unfinished wishes here in Blaze Cloud City? Once you leave this time, you might not return for a long while."

"Wishes?" Lin Meng's delicate brows furrowed slightly, before she finally settled her gaze on a plainly dressed woman among the crowd. "Young Master, my mother is a servant of the Lin Family. Could you..."

"Young Master... Sect Leader..." A mournful cry came from outside the main hall. The Blaze Cloud City Lord, Qi Dongqiang, scrambled over on his hands and knees, knelt before Ling Xiao, and presented a Qiankun Bag with both hands. "Young Master, your presence is an honor. Xiao Qiang has nothing worthy to offer. Here are one hundred thousand spirit stones. I hope you will accept them."

"Oh? You're quite perceptive. Alright then, from now on, this Madame Lin shall be the City Lord of Blaze Cloud City. All of you shall respect her as your superior." Ling Xiao glanced at the middle-aged woman. Her cultivation was only at the False Spirit realm, truly having no exploitable value.

In that case, it was better to let her stay here and live a peaceful life, thus fulfilling one of Lin Meng's wishes.

This way, the latter would be even more dedicated to serving him tirelessly, even unto death.

Since ancient times, those who became kings or saints only employed a few tactics.

Bestowing treasures and opportunities, protecting the families of loyal followers, combining favor and authority—only then would people be willing to give their lives for you.

"Yes, yes! Madame Lin... from now on... you are the City Lord of Blaze Cloud City. We are all at your disposal." Even if Qi Dongqiang had ten thousand reasons to object in his heart, he didn't dare show the slightest hint now.

Being able to keep his miserable life under the Young Master's hand was already a tremendous stroke of luck for him.

"As for this Grand Elder..." A smile suddenly played on Ling Xiao's lips.

"Young Master! This Yin Zhengchun was just scheming to usurp the throne, wanting to replace the Flaming Cloud Sect Leader! Someone like him cannot be kept!!" Cries of alarm immediately rose from the Lin Family direction.

They were afraid! Afraid that once Young Master Ling Xiao left, if Yin Zhengchun sought revenge, probably no one in the Lin Family, except for the Second Madam, could escape his vicious hands.

"Oh, I never intended to spare him in the first place." Ling Xiao spoke calmly, his finger suddenly shooting out. A peerless sword intent instantly tore through space. Before Yin Zhengchun could even react, he looked down in horror to see that... his head seemed to have fallen off.

Thud. A thick smell of blood filled the air, and the entire Lin Family was instantly plunged into oppression.

Peerless immortal demeanor!

In this world, there were countless geniuses, but the one who dared claim to be peerless was probably only this Scion of the Ling Clan.

Hic. Seeing his grandfather's head separated from his body, Yin Tianxing's eyes rolled back, and he directly died of fright on the spot.

"Let's go." Ling Xiao smiled faintly, took Lin Meng's jade-like hand, and turned to walk out of the hall.

Once matters here were settled, shouldn't he go check on that... cheap younger brother of his?

"Young Master... Young Master has taken the trouble to come to our Blaze Cloud City. Won't you stay for a meal before leaving?" The figures of Shui Jing and the others quickly followed Ling Xiao out, their eyes full of... reluctance.

"Oh?" Ling Xiao paused, raising an eyebrow.

At that moment, the smile on Shui Jing's face froze instantly.

Dammit! Could this troublemaking devil king be so easily persuaded?

Every extra moment Ling Xiao stayed in Blaze Cloud City was an extra moment of torment for Shui Jing and the others.

Accompanying a ruler was like accompanying a tiger, but accompanying Young Master Ling Xiao was like accompanying the King of Hell himself.

If you don't believe me, look at Yin Zhengchun. He died without even understanding why he could see his own corpse.

"Now that you mention it, I remember. Fire Cloud Sect Leader, if you don't return soon, I'm afraid you'll miss your own funeral banquet." Ling Xiao chuckled lightly, reached out, and pulled Lin Meng in front of him. "Hua Hua."

Whoosh! A black shadow suddenly poked its head out from between Ling Xiao's legs. A pair of large, dark, glossy eyes looked dazed, as if not fully awake.

Since taking that sixth-grade pill, Hua Hua seemed to have become extremely lethargic.

According to Ling Xiao's guess, this was probably the legendary... medicinal efficacy not yet fully digested.

"Ah! Young Master, there's a dragon head between your legs!!" Lin Meng was startled, covering her mouth as she exclaimed.

Hearing this, Ling Xiao shook his head. "You're wrong. There are two."

"Two?" Lin Meng's beautiful eyes revealed confusion, but when she saw the wicked smile at the corner of Ling Xiao's mouth, her heart inexplicably began to beat wildly.

"Let's go." Ling Xiao stepped forward. Hua Hua's figure instantly shot into the sky, transforming into a hundred-zhang giant form, carrying Ling Xiao as it tore through the air and departed.

"A dragon!! A demon dragon!!" The entire Blaze Cloud City instantly fell into panic. Especially some of the common folk, they knelt on the ground in unison, kowtowing and making pleas.

Ignorant and foolish beings always place their hopes on deities and immortals.

Little do they know, if immortals had feelings, how could they sever their attachments to achieve the heartless Great Dao?

"This must be... the so-called Son of Fate." Lin Meng gazed mesmerized at the handsome young man before her, who held her with one hand and stood with the other behind his back atop the dragon's head.

There was a time when she too had aspirations.

My beloved is a peerless hero.

One day, he will come riding a dragon and take me far away.

Now, it seems this dream... has come true?

Of course, if Ling Xiao knew what she was thinking at this moment, he'd probably laugh his ass off again.

Son of Fate?

Peerless hero?

Sorry, little girl.

The version you like is just an act.

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