"Sigh, wanting to kill him will probably be quite difficult. Are you sure you don't need me to intervene?" Ling Xiao sighed. A possession by a powerful being meant that even if the injuries were severe, they were likely long healed. Relying on the methods from his previous life, he was probably an existence capable of crushing his peers across an entire realm.
The reason this Xia Chen hadn't killed Xiao Tu yet was likely twofold. First, this Demon Sect true disciple rarely went down the mountain to gain experience, spending most of his time cultivating within the sect. Second, he probably had sufficient confidence. After all, having lived a second life, his goal couldn't be just settling present grudges; it was likely aimed at that Divine Emperor Qingyang and Saintess Chi Luo. By himself, Xiao Tu would find it very difficult to be his match.
But fortunately, it was just a possession by a powerful being, not the rebirth of an Immortal King. If it were the latter, even Ling Xiao would have to face it cautiously. Those who could undergo reincarnation, reverse time, and be reborn into a second life were inevitably individuals with great Luck and were peerless figures with completed Dao Principles. Their reborn bodies were still their own; in other words, their Luck and such hadn't changed because of it. Most importantly, they possessed the power of foresight regarding the future. Even facing Ling Xiao, they probably wouldn't be at a disadvantage. After all, Ling Xiao only guessed the plot progression based on experience and could identify who were Sons of Fate. But a reborn Immortal King had already experienced how they fell; how could the evolution of this world escape their gaze?
Even so, that Yuan Yue Holy Son, Xia Chen, would still be the most troublesome opponent Ling Xiao had encountered so far. It wasn't necessarily about his cultivation level. A Divine Emperor's temperament and mindset—how could these seventeen or eighteen-year-old Sons of Fate compare?
"No need to trouble the Young Master. The hatred of my annihilated clan… even if I'm shattered to pieces, I must personally exact revenge. If I… die on the battle stage… I ask the Young Master… to avenge me." Xiao Tu took a deep breath, then bowed deeply towards Ling Xiao.
"You won't die." Ling Xiao shook his head, a demonic light flickering in his eyes. He liked Xiao Tu's temperament. Once such a person avenged this great hatred, he would inevitably become utterly devoted and usable. The Myriad Daos Demon Sect, and even the Ling Clan, weren't Ling Xiao's true reliance. What he needed was a group of experts completely loyal to him. Then, he would give them some fortuitous encounters and spiritual treasures, allowing them to develop their own forces, blooming everywhere and weaving multiple nets. When that time came, wouldn't the world be within easy reach?
"Young… Young Master!" Xiao Tu's eyes narrowed, feeling slightly shocked inwardly. Given this Young Master's temperament, if he said he wouldn't die, there was a ninety percent chance he wouldn't. The other ten percent was mostly if he brought it upon himself. These words undoubtedly gave him a lot of confidence.
"Alright, there's still over half a month. Let's go, first resolve the matter here. How is your progress with the soul cultivation technique I gave you?"
"I've reached the third level of the Spiral Spike Imprint, but that Soul Sword… is somewhat strange. I temporarily cannot condense it." Xiao Tu's expression darkened, clearly feeling he had failed Ling Xiao's expectations.
"It's fine. That Soul Sword isn't complete. Once I find the other stances for you, you'll be able to cultivate it." Ling Xiao smiled faintly and turned to look into the distance.
Under the drifting white clouds, the outline of an ancient city gradually appeared. Atop the city wall stood many disciples in white robes. The one leading them was handsome and tall, his face containing authority, his sword-like eyes blazing with vast immortal light. It was none other than the Cloud Millet Holy Son, Jin Yang.
Below the city wall, a group of Qin Clan disciples, dressed in robes of various colors, were being exceedingly 'polite', loudly exchanging greetings, inquiring after the parents, grandparents, and ancestors of the Cloud Millet disciples one by one. Among them, Qin Wei, clad in golden robes, stood behind the others, his body radiant with dazzling sunlight, faintly resonating with the blazing sun overhead.
However, although the true disciples and prodigies of these two great orthodox sects seemed to be in a fiercely heated atmosphere, not a single one had made the first move to attack. All the confrontation was concentrated on verbal exchanges.
Thinking about it, it made sense. Although the two great orthodox sects now seemed irreconcilable as fire and water, the scope of the conflict was still limited to their affiliated forces. If today these true disciples and direct lineage members started a war, it would inevitably involve the foundations of their sects. By then, there would truly be no room for reversal.
Jin Yang wasn't stupid, and Qin Wei naturally wasn't foolish either. No matter how many people died among the affiliated forces, what did it have to do with them? But once they made a move personally, it would become a fight to the death.
"This Cloud Millet Holy Son is that old?" Ling Xiao frowned as he watched the two sides engaged in fierce war of words, a hint of surprise in his tone.
"Yes, Jin Yang is known as the strongest Holy Son of Cloud Millet, possesses a Dao Principle, and is now thirty-eight years old." Xiao Tu looked at Ling Xiao with a puzzled expression. Thirty-eight years old, is that old? The path of immortality was vast and long; cultivators often lived for centuries. A thirty-year-old man… wasn't he just in his prime? Skilled, with stable status, modest wealth, and his combat power was just reaching its peak. Why did the Young Master seem surprisingly uninformed now?
"Hmm, no wonder he could kill my Demon Sect's previous Young Master. His Dao Principle is flourishing; among his peers, he's considered quite strong." Ling Xiao smiled faintly.
Two thousand Luck Points, Wind Dao Principle, mid Breakthrough Realm. In comparison, the Qin Clan heir, Qin Wei, seemed relatively mediocre. He himself had no Luck and hadn't comprehended a Dao Principle. Although his realm was also at the mid Breakthrough Realm, it was very clear that if the two sides fought today, he would inevitably die. Ancient clan prodigies like him were born to be stepped on. But this Jin Yang was quite tempting.
Currently, Ling Xiao had one Luck Plunder Talisman. Jin Yang seemed a good choice. As for the upcoming Yuan Yue Holy Son, he would inevitably enter the Heavenly Origin Secret Realm anyway; Ling Xiao had plenty of time to play with him.
"When the fighting starts later, first help the Cloud Millet disciples kill the Qin Clan members. See that 'Cold Young Master'? Don't actually kill him. In the end, you do this…" Ling Xiao leaned close to Xiao Tu's ear and whispered a few instructions, then pulled out a skin mask and a golden talisman from his robe. After all, that Qin Leng had Luck on him. Ling Xiao planned to… comply with the Heavenly Dao and grant him a supreme opportunity!
"When the time comes, you just retreat first. Leave the rest to me." Ling Xiao grinned sinisterly. The prodigies here were the foundation of the two great orthodox sects, each powerful. But those with cultivation at the mid Breakthrough Realm numbered only two or three. Jin Yang would inevitably face Qin Wei. If Xiao Tu made a move, the danger wouldn't be great.
"Yes!" Upon hearing Ling Xiao's words, a fierce glint immediately flashed in Xiao Tu's eyes. The Young Master's way of doing things was indeed… unconventional.
"You come up here!!"
"Have the guts to come up here!"
"You come down here!"
"Have the guts,you Cloud Millet running dogs, come down and fight us to the death!"
"Dammit,no courage yet you dare boast? If you dare come up, I guarantee I'll beat you so badly even your father won't recognize you!"
"Full of hot air!If you come down, I can annihilate you with one move!"
The Cloud Millet and Qin Clan disciples shouted and cursed angrily, their expressions fierce and impassioned. Anyone who didn't know better would think their relationship was already one of life and death. But…
The city wall was only a few zhang high. Never mind these sect and clan prodigies, even someone at the False Spirit realm could easily jump up. Yet now, this wall seemed like a chasm, blocking the steps of these Breakthrough Realm prodigies from a bloody battle.
"Heh, it seems I need to give them a hand." Ling Xiao grinned, signaled Xiao Tu to stay calm, but his figure suddenly vanished from the spot.