A Good Romance
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Ling Han's expression darkened, and he said, "Peng Huanian, for Third Senior Brother's sake, I will not argue with you, but you should also know your own limits, and do not make things difficult for yourself!"
"Haha!" Peng Huanian laughed coldly. "Ling Han, do you think that you are qualified to ride on my head just because you have become Grandmaster Zi Cheng's disciple? I have tolerated you for a long time, but you are just a brat, what are you pretending for?"
He was jealous of Ling Han.
What aspect did the latter have that was superior to him, yet could become Alchemist Zi Cheng's disciple, and even become his legacy disciple? Furthermore, this brat had four beauties by his side, all of them exceptionally beautiful, each with their own unique characteristics.
In terms of Martial Art strength, he was in the Dividing Soul Tier, and in terms of alchemy, he was a Three-Star Alchemist; which aspect was inferior to Ling Han?
He was not convinced; on what basis?
"Ling Han, Niu wants to beat him up!" Hu Niu was the first to be unable to hold back, and was about to step forward to fight, and the Empress's expression was also cold. She similarly could not stand others being rude to Ling Han, making her feel the same way.
Peng Huanian was not the slightest bit afraid. These people were only Severing Mundane Tier, and he was a Yang Soul elite. Could it be that they were all heaven-defying freaks on the level of fifth severance that could battle him?
Wasn't that a joke?
"Grandmaster …" At this moment, a young man walked out quickly from the city, dressed in crimson embroidered clothing, extremely ostentatious. His looks were not bad, his figure slender, and he was a very handsome man.
When it was this young man, the guards hurriedly saluted.
This young man was not simple. Not only was he Peng Huanian's grand-disciple, he was also the young master of the city's noble Mo Clan, a figure that could make the earth tremble with a stamp of his feet.
His name was Mo Shuang.
"Mo Shuang." Peng Huanian nodded with a smile, seeming to value this grand-disciple very much.
This was natural. The Mo Clan was an Ascending Origin Tier force, the strongest below Celestial King Tier, and he was only a Three-Star Alchemist. In front of the Mo Clan, he could only be said to have some status, and was not qualified to put on airs.
Alchemists indeed had a transcendent status, but this status was given by cultivators. In front of the Mo Clan, what difference was there between an alchemist and a passer-by?
For example, the Mo family was someone that Peng Huanian needed to curry favor with.
Although Mo Shuang appeared respectful on the surface, there was a trace of arrogance in his eyes. Although he had become Grandmaster Zhu Feng's disciple, his true strength lay in his Martial Art. As for alchemy, that was just for fun.
Moreover, Guanhua City had this kind of atmosphere. Geniuses of Martial Art would all try to get involved with alchemy to add a little more glory to their reputation.
"Grandmaster, this person is …" He looked at Ling Han, his voice filled with thirty percent doubt and seventy percent disdain.
"Oh, this is just a minor character who came to congratulate your Ancestral Master for breaking through to the sixth refinement." Peng Huanian said faintly. With "outsiders" present, it was absolutely impossible for him to address Ling Han as Martial Uncle.
"Tai An Heaven's," he added.
Tai'an Sky
The sneer on Mo Shuang's face became even more pronounced. Who didn't know that the Tai An Heaven was the weakest among the 33 Heavens of the Eastern Celestial Realm? In the past, there had still been the Wide Prosperity Heaven and the Far South Heaven, but in the last few hundred million years, the Martial Art of the Wide Prosperity Heaven and the Far South Heaven had developed by leaps and bounds, and had already left the Tai An Heaven far behind.
In the hearts of the cultivators of the Wide Prosperity Heaven, the Tai An Heaven was synonymous with weaklings. Thus, if everyone's cultivation level was the same, then it was naturally the cultivators of the Wide Prosperity Heaven who could easily win.
However, while the Tai An Heaven was weak, it seemed to abound in exquisite beauties.
He looked at Hu Niu, then at the Empress, and then at Bewitching Maiden Rou. He felt that the three women each had their own strengths. One was beautiful and pure, one did not show her features, but was exceptionally beautiful, and the last was incredibly charming, each and every one of her movements causing one's heart to itch.
"Grandmaster, it seems like this person is slightly disrespectful towards you," Mo Shuang said. He was secretly delighted. This was a rare opportunity to act up.
If he humiliated Ling Han in public, what would these beauties think?
The Tai An Heaven was really weak. Three exquisite beauties were actually following such a good-for-nothing.
Peng Huanian calmly said, "He is merely a young man who does not know the immensity of heaven and earth." In front of this junior, he naturally had to maintain the reserved demeanor of a high-grade alchemist.
However, firstly, he was indeed respecting his own status, and secondly, Ling Han was Grandmaster Zi Cheng's disciple, and was his uncle. If he personally made a move against Ling Han, Grandmaster Zhu Feng would definitely not spare him.
But Mo Shuang was different. Firstly, he was not guilty of ignorance, and secondly, the Mo Clan was also a great force. How could it be that Zhu Feng would turn hostile against the Mo Clan?
Thus, if Mo Shuang gave Ling Han a beating, then Ling Han was destined to have no choice but to swallow this loss in silence.
When Mo Shuang heard this, he immediately made a decision.
Peng Huanian disliked Ling Han very much, but because of his own status, it was not appropriate for him to make a move. Thus, he only spoke disdainfully, yet was subtly encouraging him to make a move.
That was exactly what he wanted.
"Brat, quickly kneel and apologize to my grandmaster!" Mo Shuang pointed a finger at Ling Han, his tone filled with a commanding tone.
He really looked down on the people of the Tai An Heaven. He had heard that there were only two or three monarch tiers, unlike their Wide Prosperity Heaven. Just this Guanhua City alone had such a supreme monarch tier.
Liu Jie, a prodigy among men.
Ling Han waved his hand, indicating that the Empress and the others should not be agitated. Leave this matter to him.
He looked at Mo Shuang smilingly, and said, "Brat, has no one ever taught you not to be used as a tool by others?"
Brat!
'Do you think that you are my senior?'
Mo Shuang was instantly seething with anger. Ling Han's vitality and flame of life all showed that the latter was younger than him, and by a lot, but this guy actually dared to call him brat?
F * * *.
"What a cheap mouth. I'll teach you a lesson first!" Mo Shuang brazenly moved.
His strength was really extraordinary. As a young master of an Ascending Origin Tier clan, it was enough to squeeze into the ranks of emperor tiers.
Ling Han nodded internally. No wonder it was said that the Wide Prosperity Heaven had received the blessing of the heaven and earth. Any random Severing Mundane Tier they encountered was an emperor tier, which showed how high the level of Martial Art in the entire Wide Prosperity Heaven was.
However, what was a mere fourth severance in front of him?
Ling Han clasped his hands behind his back, and his feet moved casually, easily dodging Mo Shuang's attack.
On the basis that they were from the same sect, and he was also his senior, Ling Han decided that he would not make it too difficult for the other to lose. Moreover, Mo Shuang was young and rash, and was only being used by Peng Huanian as a tool.
Boom, boom, boom!
Mo Shuang consecutively launched over a dozen moves, but did not even touch a corner of Ling Han's clothes. His face involuntarily flushed red, his eyes burning with endless fury.
He felt that he could suppress Ling Han with a single move, and embarrass him. Then, he would be able to determine who was superior with the Empress and the other beauties. But after these few moves, his efforts were all in vain. Conversely, Ling Han's figure was graceful, and he was incredibly calm.
With this comparison, it was clear that Ling Han had the upper hand.
He felt that his face had lost all face, and then a blazing fury rose up.
"Yi, Brother Mo, you've met your match!" There was a long laugh, and a group of seven people walked in from outside the city. There were five men and two women, and they were all dragons and phoenixes among men. The men were handsome and bold, while the women were as dainty and beautiful as flowers.
The one who spoke was a man, and he carried a large purple bow on his back. He was slightly taller than he was, and he walked with a majestic gait, exuding an awe-inspiring heroic spirit.
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