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Ling Mo Xie suppressed his surprise and nodded calmly. Ling Siwen then smiled and stroked his beard.
Soon, the Qingyun Beast dove down and landed on a flat area of Chengqi Valley. Seeing Ling Mo Xie jump down without hesitation, Ling Siwen nodded. Although Little Seven was a bit reckless, he showed more courage than some of the cowards at home.
"Then we will head back! When the day comes for your match with Tian Wuxin, I will come to pick you up again!" Ling Siwen waved at Ling Mo Xie as he spoke.
"Hmph!" Ling Chizhi coldly interjected, "If you are still alive by then!"
Ling Mo Xie glanced at Ling Chizhi and secretly laughed. It seemed that Ling Chizhi was unaware! It was precisely because they had gone to great lengths to pressure Ling Siwen that he thought of this straightforward way to benefit Ling Mo Xie.
After the Qingyun Beast flew away, Ling Mo Xie looked around this so-called Chengqi Valley. The valley floor was vast, with several flat grassy areas, but most of it was covered in lush trees. From time to time, loud beast roars could be heard; it was unclear whether they belonged to demon beasts, spirit beasts, or ordinary ferocious animals.
As Ling Mo Xie cautiously surveyed the environment of Chengqi Valley, contemplating how to spend the next ten days, the distant Tianfeng City became lively.
It turned out that news of Ling Mo Xie killing the young master of the Tian Family and his upcoming match with Tian Wuxin had somehow spread, creating quite a stir in Tianfeng City!
"Hey! Have you heard? They say that the useless young master of the Ling Family, who was brought back recently, actually killed Tian Qingyu! The Fourth on the Earth Ranking, Tian Wuxin, is going to take revenge for his brother and will compete with Ling Mo Xie in ten days at the central square!" In the Tianxiang Tavern, a young man holding a jade-boned folding fan waved it while animatedly speaking to those gathered around him.
"Really? I heard that the Seventh Young Master of the Ling Family was sent to live in a side branch because he had such low talent at the age of three! Is he really going to compete with Tian Wuxin, one of the top young experts in Tianfeng City?" a middle-aged man with yellow skin and black hair tied up in a headscarf asked in surprise. He completely ignored the earlier mention of Ling Mo Xie killing Tian Qingyu.
The others also focused their attention on the fact that the Seventh Young Master of the Ling Family was going to compete against one of the top young experts in Tianfeng City, while the news about him killing Tian Qingyu was entirely overlooked.
"Hehe! When has Feng Bailing ever lied? Haha, this is insider information! Insider information!" The young man with the folding fan pressed it down slightly to signal those around him to keep quiet and not spread this news everywhere.
In just one afternoon, this so-called internal news had spread throughout Tianfeng City.
Even in the poorest West District, women carrying baskets to buy groceries could chat with the vendors.
"Hey! Did you hear? The useless Seventh Young Master of the Ling family is actually going to duel with the Eldest Young Master of the Tian Family! He really doesn't know his own limits! How can someone like him compare to the Eldest Young Master? That guy is already at the mid-stage of Enlightenment! I heard that the Tian Family's big shot has recently made a breakthrough! Oh, if only I could marry the Eldest Young Master!" The woman with the vegetable basket, her face pale, spoke with stars in her eyes, looking infatuated.
"Cough! Don't hold your breath on that! If it were my daughter, maybe it would be different!" The old vendor glanced at her and said, "It's just a pity that the Tian Dasha's family background isn't as good as that Ling family's Seventh Young Master! Sigh! I wonder if before the duel, someone will..." He made a gesture across his throat!
"Ah?" The woman gasped and covered her mouth, pretending to be delicate as she said, "How scary! That useless Ling really is a disaster! He actually wants to use his family's power to bully my Tian Dasha! Hmph!"
The old vendor's wrinkled face twitched as he handed her the vegetables he had weighed, saying, "Alright, here are your vegetables! Off you go!"
Thus, rumors about Ling Mo Xie challenging Tian Wuxin to a duel spread wider and wider, eventually resulting in several completely different versions.
Some said Ling Mo Xie forcibly took a common girl and was caught by Tian Dasha, who taught him a lesson. This led him to pressure his family for a fair duel against Tian Dasha, but in reality, he wanted to use a mysterious-grade spiritual weapon to kill Tian Dasha!
Others claimed that Ling Mo Xie was envious of Tian Dasha's position as Fourth on the Earth Ranking in Tianfeng City and foolishly challenged him. Despite numerous refusals from Tian Dasha, he ultimately had to yield under the Ling family's influence.
Various rumors circulated through every street and alley. Common folk and young masters and misses alike let their imaginations run wild, each embellishing the story until it became increasingly absurd. In fact, no one knew the true situation.
In Tianfeng City, whether it was young masters from noble families or common laborers, they all mocked Ling Mo Xie's ignorance while sympathizing with Tian Wuxin, who was "forced" to agree to the duel.
After all, in their minds, the only impression they had of Ling Mo Xie was that he was a young master of the Ling family—a spoiled brat who had been sent to the side branch twelve years ago due to his low talent and was still considered useless!
In the Forest of Linyuan, the Southern Sword Master was diligently practicing his swordsmanship, while Xiaobai quietly watched from the side. However, there was a woman at the entrance, pale yet exuding an extraordinary charm, sitting in a rattan chair with a backrest, smiling as she observed the Southern Sword Master.
A commotion broke out, causing the Southern Sword Master to stop his swordplay. He frowned and looked toward the source of the noise. Before long, several burly men dressed in rugged clothing and carrying bows and arrows approached, chatting and laughing.
It turned out they were casual cultivators hoping for a stroke of luck in Changhai Abyss. The group of casual cultivators arrived at the Southern Sword Master's bamboo house and boldly said, "I heard you have maps of Changhai Abyss for sale? Bring us one!"
After addressing the Southern Sword Master, one of the young men turned to his companions who were engaged in lively conversation and said, "Do you guys know the latest news? I heard that because of this incident, the Ling family punished their Seventh Young Master to live in Chengqi Valley for ten days! Ha! That good-for-nothing living there for ten days—doesn't that clearly mean he's doomed?"
Hearing about the Ling family reminded the Southern Sword Master of Ling Mo Xie, who had given his mother a bottle of red potion. He also mentioned he would bring another type of spirit medicine tomorrow!
Thus, he said to the group of casual cultivators, "It's getting dark soon, and there are plenty of spirit beasts in Changhai Abyss. I have a map suitable for avoiding spirit beasts at night. If you tell me everything about this matter, I'll give it to you. How does that sound?"
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