This realization was simply a violent slap to the face.
“Let go of young master!” Uncle Fu said coldly, his eyes full of killing intent. He finally knew that the suspicious movements he felt earlier were not him seeing wrong because of blurred vision, but it was this guy’s superior methods deceiving his eyes.
Ling Han smiled slightly, and said, “Old man, don’t you scare me. I’m timid, so once you scare me and my hand slips, don’t blame me if your young master’s neck gets slit open.”
He intentionally wobbled his hand, and a drop of blood immediately oozed out from Ao Yang Ming’s neck, turning into a pearl dripping down.
Uncle Fu’s face was full of fright as he said, “Stop!”
“You’re scaring me again!” Ling Han said pretending to complain, and shaking his hand even harder.
Uncle Fu was at wit’s end; taking a step back, he said, “Youngster, we can talk this out.”
Ao Yang Ming, however, appeared very arrogant, and said, “Ling Han, I am Winter Moon Sect’s direct disciple, if you dare touch a single hair on me, then Winter Moon Sect’s power will crush you and everyone around you into pieces!”
Pa!
Ling Han slapped Ao Yang Ming heavily on the head and said, “Stray dog, from where do you get this feeling of superiority? I’ll slap you till you’re awake!”
“Ling Han…!” Ao Yang Ming squawked. Growing up till now, he had never been slapped on the head, making his eyes redden, wishing deeply to tear Ling Han to shreds.
“What are you screaming for!” Ling Han snorted, and knocked Ao Yang Ming out with a karate chop.
“Young Master!” Uncle Fu cried out, but realizing that Ao Yang Ming was only unconscious, he calmed down a little. Looking back at Ling Han, he said, “Let go of young master, this old one will let you leave safely.”
“Old dog, you think everyone else an idiot?” Ling Han sneered. “Once I free him, I’ll immediately suffer from your treacherous assault!”
“This old one honors with my reputation…”
“Shoo, shoo, shoo, what sort of crappy reputation would an old flunky like you have, stop embarrassing yourself!” Ling Han said in disdain.
Uncle Fu shivered with anger; while he was considered an old servant ordered to protect Ao Yang Ming, he was still a Spiritual Ocean Tier cultivator—even at Winter Moon Sect, Spiritual Ocean Tier cultivators were a force not to be neglected.
“Get out, I want some sleep. When I sleep enough and regain some spirit, I’ll discuss with you, old dog, how to redeem your young master.” Ling Han flicked his fingers, and said, “You can say goodbye on your knees.”
Uncle Fu naturally wouldn’t kneel down, but seeing Ling Han’s sword swaying near Ao Yang Ming’s neck, he could only sigh and close the tent, sitting cross-legged on the ground.
He was waiting for a chance. If Ling Han wanted to run and stuck out his head out of the tent, then he would smash Ling Han’s head with thunderous force, not giving Ling Han any chance to use Ao Yang Ming as a hostage.
Inside the tent, Ling Han smiled at Liu Yu Tong and said close up to her ear, “I’ll bring you somewhere, don’t resist.”
Feeling Ling Han’s warm breath on her neck, Liu Yu Tong blushed and couldn’t even hear what Ling Han said, nodding her head thoughtlessly.
Ling Han grabbed onto Liu Yu Tong’s delicate hand. With a thought, xiu , he already brought Liu Yu Tong and Ao Yang Ming into The Black Tower.
Liu Yu Tong was taken aback, then cried out. They were just in a small narrow tent, how could they instantly come into such a large space?
“Where’s this?” she muttered.
“A safe place.” Ling Han didn’t explain in detail, because it was hard to explain and involved his past life. Moreover, the Black Tower’s existence was too big of a deal. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Liu Yu Tong, but the secret itself was a heavy burden that he didn’t want Liu Yu Tong to carry.
Liu Yu Tong nodded, naturally believing fully in Ling Han.
“Wow!” Hu Niu soared over. Just as Liu Yu Tong thought this little girl had been missing her and thus spread her arms to hug her, Hu Niu brilliantly wound around her and dove into Ling Han’s embrace. Hu Niu nudged Ling Han with her small head, and then turned around to make a funny face at Yu Tong, expressing her dominance.
…Ling Han belonged to Niu!
That was her implicit assertion.
Li Yu Tong’s face twitched, she’d never thought that the little girl would be so jealous.
Ling Han patted Hu Niu on the head and said to Liu Yu Tong, “I found you so quickly because of Niu Niu’s help, you need to thank her properly.”
Hu Niu was even more pleased with herself, cracking a grin at Liu Yu Tong.
Liu Yu Tong was speechless, feeling that she’d encountered a strong rival—Ling Han would guard against everyone but this little girl.
The little girl could flirt all she wanted and stick onto Ling Han, an advantage that neither she nor Li Si Chan had.
Besides, the little girl obviously treated Ling Han like her private property. Her actions just now obviously represented “guarding her food,” displaying her excessive jealousy.
“Go rest for a bit. I need to question this guy.” Ling Han picked up Ao Yang Ming who’d been thrown aside. This ingrate had to die, but he still wanted to learn a few things about Winter Moon Sect.
Outside, Uncle Fu suddenly frowned—it had been a long while since he heard any movements inside the tent. He couldn’t help but listen closely, and his expression soon changed drastically, for he couldn’t even hear the sounds breathing or anyone’s heartbeat.
He jumped up hurriedly and dove into the tent, but the tent was empty, with no other human figure inside.
How was that possible?
Uncle Fu’s expression was ashen. Could this brat have some sort of teleportation ability and thus already took Ao Yang Ming far away?
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Pa pa pa , a flurry of slaps instantly woke Ao Yang Ming up.
“Where am I? Where’s Uncle Fu?” he asked with a shiver in his voice.
Ling Han kicked him and said, “Am I asking you, or are you asking me?”
Ao Yang Ming clenched his teeth, but upon seeing an unfamiliar environment, his expression paled; this obviously was somewhere far from the forest they were just at, or they wouldn’t appear in a plain.
Just how long was he unconscious that he was brought to a place so far away? Was Uncle Fu such a good-for-nothing that he let Ling Han run away with him?!
“You really want to go against Winter Moon Sect?” he said coldly. Since he’d already flaunted his status as Winter Moon Sect’s direct disciple, he naturally wouldn’t back down again, diminishing Winter Moon Sect’s prestige.
Pa , Ling Han threw another kick, kicking off several of Ao Yang Ming’s teeth. Ao Yang Ming’s face was full of fresh blood and he looked extremely dreadful, but there was no need to pity an ingrate. Ling Han said indifferently, “Why did you come here?”
Devil Sky Mystery Realm’s appearance was an accident that no one could foresee, so Ling Han would definitely not believe Ao Yang Ming came for the mystery realm.
Ao Yang Ming wiped the blood on the corner of his lips, revealing a hint of fear in his eyes. Uncle Fu was not beside him now and Winter Moon Sect’s reputation couldn’t scare this extremely daring guy before him, so he took the wise path and said, “I came to find someone.”
Pa , he took another kick. He was so angry that he wanted to climb up from the ground and put up a desperate fight against Ling Han, but as he saw Ling Han’s cold eyes, he felt a chill within, losing all courage instantly.
“Don’t leave things half said. If you continue to speak and break off, I’ll break all your limbs, leaving only your mouth to talk,” Ling Han said coldly.
Ao Yang Ming felt a chill brewing from the bottom of his heart, instantly enveloping him as if his entire body froze over. If it were
someone else who said such ruthless words, he would definitely snort in disdain—who dared treat him so as a Winter Moon Sect’s disciple?
However, Ling Han… this guy was truly ruthless, making him feel endless chills.
“The person I was looking for is called Feng Yan…” he said honestly.
“Feng Yan!” After hearing this name, Ling Han instantly came to a sudden realization, finally knowing where Feng Yan’s confidence came from.
Winter Moon Sect!
“Why are you looking for him? What’s the relationship between Feng Yan and Winter Moon Sect?” Ling Han asked.
“A few months ago, when Feng Yan was traveling, he met one of the sect’s elders, who intended to recruit him as a disciple. However, he was given a trial—he must break through to Spiritual Ocean Tier in three months,” Ao Yang Ming confessed.
“I wanted to get acquainted with Feng Yan, so I came to Rain Country to become Feng Yan’s friend before his reputation became prominent.
In the end, Devil Sky Mystery Realm opened while I was on the way, so I entered the mystery realm first.”
Ao Yang Ming was very miserable. He came to find Feng Yang in order to increase his status within Winter Moon Sect, but never did he think that he would bump into Ling Han—a malignant star—before he met Feng Yan.
Ling Han felt it odd, and said, “Although Feng Yang has a special constitution, he only has a Silver Mirror Body… what tier is that elder? Flower Blossom, or Spiritual Infant?”
Hearing him speak of Flower Blossom and Spiritual Infant Tiers indifferently, Ao Yang Ming felt a wave of fright, because Ling Han’s tone had absolutely no shred of respect and fear for them, as if Spiritual Infant Tier was not even worthy of his attention.
The reality was certainly so.
“Spiritual Infant Tier!” he said with a quiver in his voice.
“Strange!” Ling Han shook his head. He now knew where Feng Yan’s confidence came from. Becoming a Spiritual Infant Tier’s direct disciple naturally meant he could do anything he wanted in Rain Country; even Rain Emperor wouldn’t dare touch him… otherwise, if an old monster in Spiritual Infant Tier was drawn out, then even Rain Country’s recluse Flower Blossom Tier would be unable to fend him off.
The question was, was one with Silver Mirror Body really good enough to be a Spiritual Infant Tier martial artist’s disciple? Let alone Silver Mirror Body, even Gold Mirror Body was barely worthy of such an honor as Spiritual Infant Tier already stood at the seventh stage of cultivation—what was left above was Deity Transformation and Heaven Tier.
Even further up? Further up was Shattering Void, which could break open the skies and enter the divine plane, attaining godhood.
Feng Yan should have another secret that made a Spiritual Infant Tier cultivator recruit him as a disciple. This point Ling Han had already sensed; for example, he could fight against the Eldest Prince despite his cultivation being two layers lower, a domineering art like Son of Heaven Fist Technique that could borrow from the power of the nation in the latter’s hands notwithstanding.
“Sooner or later we’ll fight, and when the time comes, I’ll dig out all your secrets!” Ling Han murmured.
“Ling Han, if you let me go, I can pretend nothing ever happened!” Ao Yang Ming tested his luck.
“You need a beating again?” Ling Han leisurely asked.
Ao Yang Ming instantly covered his mouth out of fright. He really had not many teeth left for Ling Han to trample on.
“Who is Ao Feng to you?” Ling Han finally asked his main concern.
Ao Yang Ming revealed a startled expression; how could a mere small martial artist from Rain Country know his father’s name? Could it be that he too was… impossible, his father had many illegitimate children, up to the hundreds, but every one of them was surnamed Ao.
“So?” Ling Han’s expression turned cold.
“That’s my father!” Ao Yang Ming hurriedly said.
“What tier is Ao Yang Ming currently?”
“I’m not sure…” Ao Yang Ming said, and explained hurriedly after seeing Ling Han’s sharp gaze, “I normally don’t have many chances to see father, and I’m not his favorite child, so I’m not particularly sure. However, according to the people within the sect, father had already reached the peak stage of Spiritual Pedestal Tier five years ago!”
He involuntarily straightened his back. Although Ao Feng was rather loose, his martial arts talent was exceptional, with the possibility of crossing into Flower Blossom Tier and becoming Winter Moon Sect’s true core personnel.
Ling Han acknowledged it tacitly. After ten years, Ao Feng’s cultivation progress made quite a leap, which was normal—the thought of letting Ling Dong Xing take revenge… that was a bit difficult.
He had to increase his cultivation as fast as possible so that he would be able to restore Ling Dong Xing’s Spirit Base and use large amounts of medicinal pills to slam Ling Dong Xing to Flower Blossom Tier.
Flower Blossom Tier was the largest dividing line in martial arts. It could practically be said that Spiritual Pedestal Tier cultivators were the strongest mortals, and Flower Blossom Tier was a stage that surpassed mortals, an indescribable difference.
If Ling Han reached the peak of Spiritual Pedestal Tier, it would be impossible to beat someone in the first layer of the Flower Blossom Tier even with his freakish abilities… staying alive would already be something to be proud of.
If Ling Dong Xing was the first to cross into Flower Blossom Tier, crushing Ao Feng would be as easy as the turn of a palm—he could ignore arts and skills, and the difference in experience.
“How many sons and daughters does your old man have?” Ling Han was suddenly a bit curious.
Ao Yang Ming just wanted to shake his head to say he didn’t know, but then he thought of how ruthless Ling Han was, so he hurriedly replied, “I’m not too clear. Father never brought us together, but at least two, three hundred.”
“What a stud pig,” Ling Han sneered, and changed his expression into a serious one before he asked, “Do you know of someone called Yue Hong Chang?”
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“Yue Hong Chang?” Ao Yang Ming revealed a blank expression, shook his head, and said, “No.” Seeing Ling Han’s unfriendly expression, he immediately waved his hands and said, “I really haven’t heard.”
“Then don’t you have no use to me anymore?” Ling Han’s vicious aura spread.
Ao Yang Ming couldn’t help but feel gloomy. There were several tens of thousands of people from top to bottom in Winter Moon Sect, how could he possibly know every single person’s name? However, faced with Ling Han, a malignant god, he didn’t even dare to fart as he inwardly ridiculed.
Ling Han changed his mind and said, “What about Yue Zhen Shan?”
“Chief Yue?” Ao Yang Ming was stunned again. Yue Zhen Shan’s status in Winter Moon Sect could be considered second only to that of Ao Feng, because the Yue Family also had a reigning elder at the Spiritual Infant Tier whose strength was not below that of the Ao Family’s elder.
Ling Han was an unimportant person from Rain Country, so how was it possible that he knew about the Yue Family and knew that he was Ao Feng’s son? He seemed to understand the Winter Moon Sect thoroughly.
Seeing Ling Han glare at him, Ao Yang Ming hurriedly said, “Chief Yue is the same as father, at the peak stage of the Spiritual Pedestal Tier. However, Chief Yue cannot be compared to father, because he only reached it two years ago.”
This guy seemed to be a little complacent.
Ling Han sneered, and said, “Are you really Ao Feng’s son? How come you’re such a trash?”
Ao Yang Ming was embarrassed and angry, but he had no strength to refute.
The Ao Family certainly had great authority within the Winter Moon Sect, controlling a surprising amount of resources, but the issue was that Ao Family was not just Ao Feng—there were many other clansmen and strong cultivators that depende
d on the Ao Family.
Besides, Ao Feng had too many illegitimate children. How could it be possible for every single one of them to receive enough cultivation resources? Some of his illegitimate children even ran to other sects, as they could receive more cultivation resources based on their identity there.
…An example would be if Ao Yang Ming came to Hu Yang Academy and showed clearly that he was a Winter Moon Sect disciple. Now, he wanted to enter your Hu Yang Academy, were you willing to accept or not? You definitely had to take him in, and you wouldn’t be able to ignore and throw him aside; you’d treat him like a baller.
However, the majority of Ao Feng’s illegitimate children still wanted their face, and wouldn’t seek such gratuitous help, feeling it would diminish their status—Ao Yang Ming was a good example.
Therefore, he relied on his identity as the Winter Moon Sect’s direct disciple, but his cultivation was only at the fifth layer of the Element Gathering Tier, which was even lower than Qi Yong Ye and the others.
“Ling Han, I’ve already told you what you wanted to know, can you let me go now?” he said.
Ling Han smiled faintly, and said, “I saved your life, and you exchanged for it with the ancient record, which made us even. But, you shouldn’t have had evil ideas about me. The moment you took that step, you’ve pushed yourself into the abyss of death!”
“What, you’re going to kill me?!” Ao Yang Ming asked in disbelief. “You can’t conceal this! When the time comes, the Winter Moon Sect will crush you to pieces!”
Ling Han laughed aloud, and said, “Wrong, even if the Winter Moon Sect doesn’t come to find me, I’ll kill my way to their doorstep and settle something with them—especially your old man! Do you have any last words?”
Ao Yang Ming stared agape. Was this guy was crazy… he was only a mere small martial artist from Rain Country, but he said he was going to kill his way to the Winter Moon Sect to settle something. Did he not know that the Winter Moon Sect had many strong martial artists, including several hundred in the Spiritual Pedestal Tier, dozens in the Flower Blossom Tier, and nearly ten in the Spiritual Infant Tier?
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