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The young man beside Ling Mo Xie drew a complex formation and placed five small flags at the corners of the array. Ling Mo Xie immediately felt a wave of dizziness in his head, as if his soul was about to leave his body. However, the System did not indicate that he had suffered any damage; was it another attack on his soul?
Just as Ling Mo Xie was puzzled, the young man smirked coldly and picked up a small bottle from a nearby table, beginning to chant a spell directed at Ling Mo Xie.
If this was also an attack on his soul, the System should have defended against it. But what was going on? Ling Mo Xie began to regret his decision, as he could not discern the young man's cultivation level and had pretended to be severely injured, allowing him to manipulate him.
"Clang!" Just as Ling Mo Xie's consciousness began to blur and he was about to faint, the door was suddenly flung open with a loud bang. The young man was startled and dashed toward the person entering like a shadow.
"Boom!" The young man was struck by a punch and sent crashing into the wall, creating a large hole before fleeing from the courtyard.
Ling Mo Xie shook his head and looked up to see that it was Elder Feng.
"Clang!" Ling Mo Xie pulled out his dagger and tossed it aside with difficulty as he sat up. "Thank goodness you came! But didn't you just leave? Why are you back again?"
Elder Feng squinted and chuckled, "If I hadn't come back, your soul would have been snatched away by someone else, right?"
"You mentioned my soul?" Ling Mo Xie was taken aback and asked in return. Did that imposter really do something to his soul?
"I mean, how did you get involved with these people? You don't seem like someone who would have any dealings with them," Elder Feng said bluntly as he walked in, casually sitting down in a chair. He pulled out a gilded invitation from his pocket and said, "Didn't you say you wanted to deal with some unnecessary things and asked me when there would be an auction? There's one coming up soon; I just remembered I forgot to give you this invitation!"
Ling Mo Xie propped himself up on the table and found a stool to sit on, rolling his eyes at the invitation. "It's really fortunate that you forgot to give it to me! But this isn't the time for that—who was that guy trying to assassinate me?"
"You ask me? How would I know? But you'd better stay away from those people. I really don't know what you've done to make them want your soul!" Elder Feng calmly took a sip of tea and spoke slowly.
Ling Mo Xie frowned. If the attack could harm the soul, the System should automatically retaliate. Could it be that they did not intend to harm their souls but rather to extract them?
Watching Ling Mo Xie lost in thought, Elder Feng shook his head. "Those people are relentless; they won't stop until they achieve their goal. Be careful!" After saying this, he stood up, brushed off his robe, and turned to leave.
Who exactly were the people behind this? From Elder Feng's demeanor, it seemed that the opponent was quite formidable! Ling Mo Xie pondered for a while before snapping back to reality.
Turning around and seeing the disarray in the room, he shouted, "Ah! Why am I so unlucky? As an injured person, I still have to clean up! If only Zhou Xinyi were here!"
Zhou Xinyi? Ling Mo Xie was taken aback. Damn it! How could he have forgotten? Zhou Xinyi had gone back home; it had been several days already—why hadn’t she returned?
"Young Master!" A few servants and maids assigned to Ling Mo Xie by the old man peeked from outside the door, timidly calling out as they looked at the chaotic scene inside.
Ling Mo Xie finally remembered them and nodded in their direction. "Just in time; let's clean this up!" He said as he walked towards the door, pulling out the invitation Elder Feng had just given him to take a look.
This invitation was quite exquisite. Ling Mo Xie smiled slightly; after spending these days together, he and Elder Feng had become like old friends.
Noticing that the date on it was two days later, Ling Mo Xie casually tossed the invitation into his storage ring, crossed his arms behind his head, and walked briskly towards the entrance of the Ling residence. With the auction still two days away, he planned to check on why Zhou Xinyi hadn’t returned home yet.
Upon reaching the entrance of the Ling residence, he noticed a girl with a single ponytail standing fiercely with a spear in hand at the door. The two guards at the entrance seemed oblivious to her presence.
Ling Mo Xie approached one of the guards and patted him on the shoulder. "Hey? What's going on? Who is that fierce-looking Mother Tiger?"
"Seventh Young Master, this young lady is..." The guard replied respectfully. Ever since the Tian Family caused trouble and Elder Feng saved the Ling family while appearing to have a good relationship with Ling Mo Xie, everyone in the Ling residence had changed their attitude towards him. Whether some people's changes were genuine or feigned remained uncertain.
Before the guard could finish speaking, the girl who had been eyeing Ling Mo Xie since she heard him mention Mother Tiger stepped forward. She grabbed Ling Mo Xie by the collar, narrowed her eyes, and said, "You are Ling Mo Xie?"
"Ah! So my fame has spread this far!" Ling Mo Xie did not struggle at all, smiling exaggeratedly as he said, "So you came to find me, beautiful? Since you've blocked my doorstep, you must have admired me for a long time!"
As he spoke, he gazed intently at the girl and reached out a hand toward her face.
A hint of blush flashed across the girl's face, and then... in an instant, she slapped Ling Mo Xie away, sending him crashing into the magnificent Vermilion Gate of the Ling Family.
"Come on! Let's fight!" The girl brandished a spear, her fiery red clothing fluttering as she looked at Ling Mo Xie with unwavering determination. It seemed as if flames were burning in her eyes as she gazed down at him with great momentum.
"Ah~" Ling Mo Xie gently touched his face and groaned softly as he stood up against the door panel. Where did this crazy girl come from? She's even more fierce than Mother Tiger! What a waste of such a beautiful face.
"Young Master, Young Master, are you alright?" Two guards rushed over.
Ling Mo Xie waved his hand to indicate that he was fine. "As the saying goes, hitting is affection, cursing is love. Since you feel so strongly about me, let's go to the City Square and have a fight! Don't worry, I definitely won't fight back." Ling Mo Xie straightened his robe and said with a smile.
Well, I am a refined, cultured, and well-mannered new generation of heavenly **silk. When facing a beautiful girl, I must present myself as polite and humorous, even if she just hit me... Ling Mo Xie thought to himself with satisfaction.
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