"Young Master Ling... Ling Xiao!!!" The light in Qin Leng's previously dim eyes suddenly blazed with intense brilliance. It wasn't due to the joy of surviving a disaster, but because the figure imprinted in his mind had once again placed himself between Qin Leng and death.
Was it predestined fate? Otherwise, why did the Young Master always appear so timely? Ah! Young Master Ling Xiao! You are like the first ray of light born into this world. Pure and magnificent, illuminating the boundless darkness. I know I am not worthy to stand by your side. But in this life, I am willing to be the most persistent pursuer of that light among all living beings. To follow you across high mountains, vast seas, and great rivers, without regret, without resentment, without complaint. So it turns out, I wasn't heartless; it's just... I had never before witnessed the Young Master's revered countenance!
Boom!
The soul seal descended, blotting out the sky. Ling Xiao casually flicked his finger. A sword radiance capable of rending the heavens shot upwards, directly slicing the ancient seal into motes of scattered soul light. The soul light fell like brilliant fireworks. Though fleeting, it utterly captivated Qin Leng's gaze. He believed this brief, dazzling spectacle bloomed for him alone!
"Young Master Leng, I trust you've been well since we last met?" Only when a gentle laugh sounded from above did clarity return to Qin Leng's eyes. Opening them again, the Young Master's peerlessly handsome face was right before him. He even found his whole body held in the Young Master's embrace in a posture that felt somewhat... bashful.
Gulp! Qin Leng swallowed hard. Everything today felt like the fleeting shadow of the dawn sun—a mere instant to all living beings. But for him alone, it was the shattering of mountains and rivers, the sea turning into mulberry fields. Young Master Ling Xiao, it feels like an age!
"Young Master Leng?" Ling Xiao frowned. A strange system notification sound suddenly echoed in his mind.
[Urgh... Urgh... Congratulations, Host... Urgh... on obtaining 50 Luck Points, 500... Urgh... Villain Points.]
"Young... Young Master, we meet again." Qin Leng's face flushed red. Instinctively, he struggled out of Ling Xiao's embrace. But the next instant, he felt a wave of regret. The whole world felt like solid ice. Only in the Young Master's embrace was there comfort and tranquility. I am not mad, arrogant, or unrestrained; I only crave the warmth within your arms.
"Uh, Young Master Leng, be careful yourself..." Seeing the undisguised admiration in Qin Leng's eyes, Ling Xiao's face paled, and he nearly vomited on the spot.
This 'Cold Young Master' is quite a character. I didn't even use a Soul Imprint, and he submitted willingly?
"Young Master... you be careful too..." Qin Leng stood rooted to the spot, his gaze infatuated. Ling Xiao merely glanced towards Xiao Tu, and the latter immediately spat blood and flew backwards, fleeing towards the distant mountains.
"Is this the Young Master's strength? Crushing a Breakthrough Realm soul cultivator with just a glance?" Qin Leng clasped his hands over his chest, looking up at the majestic figure, the excitement in his heart clearly beginning to spiral out of control.
"Young Master Leng, stand further back. Leave these Cloud Millet people to me." As soon as Ling Xiao finished speaking, Qin Leng felt a ripple in space. The former's figure suddenly soared into the air, flashing towards the void where Jin Yang was.
Over there, Qin Wei was already covered in wounds, and the Qin Clan disciples were being chased down and slaughtered by the Cloud Millet forces, presenting a complete picture of defeat. But with Ling Xiao's, the battle situation seemed to reverse instantly. Qin Wei disengaged to slaughter the Cloud Millet disciples, while Ling Xiao single-handedly intercepted Jin Yang.
The great battle erupted instantly, and Qin Leng was already burning with fervor!
Young Master Ling Xiao, righteous and courageous, is the benefactor of my Qin Clan!
Looking at the dazed young man before him, Ling Xiao grinned. He glanced back at Die Ying, then suddenly swung his hand down. The Green Demon Ancient Cauldron instantly shot into the sky, transforming to a size of a thousand zhang, imprisoning the entire space.
Qin Leng's role was roughly equivalent to a camera, witnessing the sequence of events exactly as Ling Xiao intended. This way, all seemingly confusing matters became completely real. After all, the world believed that seeing was believing.
Within the ancient cauldron's space, Ling Xiao looked coldly at the disciples from both sects who had stopped fighting, a smile suddenly blooming on his face.
"Ling Xiao!!!" "It's you!!!" Countless Cloud Millet disciples exclaimed in shock. The matter of Xu Youwei's humiliation in Sunset City had long spread throughout the Eastern Territories. Seeing the smile on this Demon Sect Young Master's face now made many hearts sink.
Qin Wei and Jin Yang stood in the distant sky, looking up at the ancient cauldron enveloping heaven and earth, a trace of wariness deep in their eyes. Ling Xiao's identity was far from friendly to either of the two great orthodox sects. Whom would he help kill today?
"Heh, Brother Wei, hold on a little longer. Once I finish off these Cloud Millet disciples, I'll come assist you." Ling Xiao smiled faintly. An ancient sword suddenly appeared in his hand as he charged towards the Cloud Millet crowd.
By now, the Qin Clan disciples had suffered heavy casualties, and Qin Wei was already showing clear signs of defeat against the Cloud Millet Holy Son. If not for Ling Xiao's sudden appearance, the Qin Clan's younger generation would likely have been completely wiped out this time.
"Kill!!" Watching the white-robed figure slaying enemies with his sword, a cold smile finally appeared on Qin Wei's face. The panic and frustration in his heart instantly vanished.
"Jin Yang, today is the day you die!" So, why were the fates of Ling Xiao and Qin Wei, both heirs of ancient clans, destined to be different? It came down to vision, or rather, because Ling Xiao could clearly understand the identity and setup of everyone before him through the system. Dealing with ancient sect prodigies like Qin Wei, Ling Xiao felt no pressure whatsoever. But facing Jin Yang, he had to be more cautious. It wasn't that killing them was particularly strenuous. It was like Lin Xi; such individuals, being the original Sons of Fate, meant that even if Ling Xiao's Luck value now surpassed theirs, the process was prone to unexpected twists. One misstep could mean losing the entire game.
Clear light flowed around Ling Xiao's hand. The moment the ancient sword swept out, Cloud Millet disciples were instantly sliced in two. His peerless immortal demeanor and late Breakthrough Realm cultivation left the true disciples of these ancient sects with no capacity to resist. Blood rained down, dyeing the earth red. Even the ancient Canghai City crumbled and collapsed amidst the flickering of various talisman scripts.
However... Ling Xiao was indeed killing Cloud Millet disciples, but the sword intent was merciless. Occasionally, some unlucky Qin Clan disciples would also be caught in the aftermath, losing their heads. In a short span of time, the Cloud Millet Immortal Sect, which had initially held the advantage, was reduced to only its Holy Son, Jin Yang.
Ling Xiao sheathed his sword, standing proudly in mid-air. Beneath him lay a scene of corpses strewn across the wilderness, blood flowing like rivers. Countless Immortal Sect disciples lay dead under his sword, not a single body intact. Severed limbs and heads littered the ground, resembling a living hell. Even the remaining Qin Clan disciples looked at the youth above with fearful eyes, intense terror written on their faces.
This was the Demon Sect Young Master they had heard about. Addicted to killing, cruel and brutal.
Meanwhile, high in the distant sky, Qin Wei let out an angry roar. The sunlight around him blazed like a scorching sun, his entire body swelling unnaturally. A vast, mighty wave of spiritual power spread out, crushing and shattering the void.
"Damnable Ling Xiao! Damnable Qin Clan! Today, I will surely kill you all!!" Jin Yang, witnessing the horrific scene in the distance, had wanted to break away and rescue his comrades several times. But although Qin Wei was inferior in strength, he was, after all, an heir of an ancient clan, never giving Jin Yang much chance to split his focus. Now that the Cloud Millet disciples had been slaughtered, Jin Yang's face was twisted almost beyond recognition. The fury in his heart surged like a raging river, transforming into overwhelming spiritual light, blooming like an immortal's miracle.
Buzz! Then, he slammed a palm downward. The power of his Dao Principle materialized out of thin air, transforming into a long dragon, yet also like an apocalyptic demonic wind, tearing through space as it swept down to envelop Qin Wei!
From start to finish, Ling Xiao merely watched the scene with calm eyes, showing no intention of intervening.
Heh. A dog-eat-dog fight. Let them bite each other a bit longer; it saves him the effort.