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"That's amazing! How is that possible? How did you do it?" Zhou Xinyi exclaimed, her mouth agape in surprise.
"Hehe! So, what do you think? I can participate in the year-end competition now, right?" Ling Mo Xie replied, not addressing Zhou Xinyi's question but rather boasting with his arms crossed.
"Go on then! You can go! I won't bother with you anymore! Don't get too proud; there are plenty of people who are stronger than you!" Zhou Xinyi pouted and shouted.
"Alright! Let's go together!" With that, Ling Mo Xie took Zhou Xinyi's hand and headed toward the training ground. He was eager to see how he could beat Ling Yijun, and as they walked, he excitedly pointed out the surrounding buildings, sharing his thoughts, clearly in a great mood!
Zhou Xinyi, however, felt her face flush slightly as she looked at Ling Mo Xie holding her hand. Inside her mind, two voices were arguing: "Let go of him!" "No!"
Ling Mo Xie was oblivious to Zhou Xinyi's unusual reaction. In his good mood, he continued chattering away; after all, holding hands was perfectly normal on Earth!
Ahead, a loud commotion could be heard. It seemed they were approaching the training ground. As they got closer, they saw a large arena adorned with red flowers in the center. Surrounding it were groups of Ling family members chatting loudly. As they approached, a lively atmosphere enveloped them, making it feel even warmer.
Ling Mo Xie spotted Ling Yijun, who had beaten him up the other day. He was surrounded by a group of people; the one in the middle must be the "Brother Tianlong" he had mentioned that day. Ling Tianlong wore a white robe embroidered with a silver dragon that shimmered among auspicious clouds. A jade belt adorned his waist, along with a small pouch resembling a fragrant sachet, all intricately embroidered with various dragon designs!
He looked quite handsome, with delicate features and high cheekbones. His long hair was elegantly styled with a beautiful jade hairpin, and he was smiling broadly while conversing with those around him.
Ling Tianlong truly lived up to his flashy name! Did he really think of himself as a dragon?
Ling Mo Xie crossed his arms and spoke to Zhou Xinyi beside him. At the end of his comment, he raised an eyebrow and asked her, "Right?"
Although Ling Mo Xie had released her hand, Zhou Xinyi remained lost in her shyness. Suddenly hearing his question snapped her back to reality as she looked up and replied blankly, "Huh? Oh! Yes, yes!"
Meanwhile, Ling Tianlong had certainly not wasted his years of training. Although Ling Mo Xie's voice was not loud, he still heard it. Moreover, everyone around them was also cultivators and naturally caught wind of it. The other Ling family members watched with keen interest to see how Ling Tianlong would respond.
Ling Tianlong coldly glanced at Ling Mo Xie, puzzled that this waste actually dared to mock him. He then signaled Ling Yijun with his eyes to go over and handle the situation.
Ling Yijun had followed Ling Tianlong for many years and was his capable assistant. At this moment, he immediately understood Ling Tianlong's intention and swaggered over to Ling Mo Xie, looking down at him with disdain. "Waste! What did you just say? Say it again so I can hear!"
In his mind, he thought that Ling Mo Xie should be terrified and begging for forgiveness from him and Brother Tianlong! Then he could beat this kid up a bit more and report back to Brother Tianlong.
Zhou Xinyi heard the words and raised her head. Upon seeing Ling Yijun in front of her, her previous shyness instantly vanished. With a fierce glare, she shouted, "Ling Yijun! Are you trying to bully Mo Xie again? No way!" As she spoke, she rolled up her sleeves, ready to confront Ling Yijun.
Ling Yijun instinctively took a step back, suddenly remembering that this was not a private matter; they were in front of everyone, and Brother Tianlong was behind him. How could he afford to lose face?
So, he hurriedly stepped forward again, ignoring Zhou Xinyi's words, and said to Ling Mo Xie, "A waste is still a waste! You can only hide behind women forever!"
The others who had originally mocked Ling Yijun immediately shifted their attention to Ling Mo Xie, pointing and discussing among themselves. "Look! That waste is relying on Miss Xinyi's protection again!"
"Haha! A waste like him can only depend on a woman for protection!"
Ling Mo Xie grabbed Zhou Xinyi, who was about to take action, and rubbed his temples. "You still don't believe me?"
Zhou Xinyi then remembered that the current Ling Mo Xie was not the same as before! He was no longer the powerless waste! So she lowered her sleeves and obediently stepped back to stand behind Ling Mo Xie.
Ling Mo Xie raised an eyebrow and said to Ling Yijun, "So it turns out you're just a waste young master? I was wondering which dog was barking out here. What? Haven't you figured out yet who the real waste is?"
Hearing this, Ling Yijun became furious with embarrassment. "You're seeking death! You little pig-killer, what qualifications do you have to talk about me?" With that, he raised his hand and was about to strike at Ling Mo Xie!
At that moment, a sound of footsteps approached. It turned out to be the head of the Ling family and several elders arriving. Ling Yijun had no choice but to put down his hands. After all, Ling Mo Xie was a direct descendant of the Ling family in Tianfeng City, while they were merely vassals of that family. It was fine to bully him in private, but if they did so in front of the elders, it would be a disgrace to the Ling family's reputation in Tianfeng City, and he would be putting his own life at risk!
Thus, he could only leave with harsh words, saying, "Ling Mo Xie, don't get too proud. Just wait and see how I deal with you in the Arena later!" After saying this, he flicked his sleeves and returned to stand beside Ling Tianlong.
At this time, the head of the family and his group had already reached the front of the training ground. They took their seats on several ornate chairs that had been prepared on a high platform. Between every two chairs, there was a small table with tea and snacks laid out. Ling Mo Xie couldn't help but complain inwardly; was this a theater performance?
Once all the high-ranking family members were seated, the head of the family, Ling Jiuyin, announced the start of the competition and invited all participating disciples to come forward and draw lots!
Ling Mo Xie remained calm and collected, waiting until the end to step forward with Zhou Xinyi to draw lots. The head of the family glanced at him and said, "Ling Mo Xie! You're here again this year?" Ling Jiuyin looked down on Ling Mo Xie; what did it matter that he was from a Master Family? With such poor talent, he was still bullied by the younger generation of the Ling family from Hongfeng Town.
Ling Mo Xie noticed Ling Jiuyin's disdain and replied, "Oh, nephew! What's wrong? Can't your uncle come?"
Ling Jiuyin's face turned dark with anger. With a loud crack, he broke the armrest of his chair but had no reason to explode in rage and kill Ling Mo Xie.
After all, according to their generational hierarchy, Ling Mo Xie was indeed his uncle!
Ling Mo Xie couldn't help but chuckle inwardly; it felt quite satisfying. He continued, "What's wrong? Nephew! Why are you so angry? It's not good for your health to get worked up!"
"Mo Xie!" Zhou Xinyi discreetly tugged at Ling Mo Xie's sleeve. He smiled at her and decided not to provoke Ling Jiuyin any further. He took Zhou Xinyi's hand, grabbed a lot number, and turned to leave.
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