A Good Romance
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Pa, pa, pa, with a series of slaps, Ao Yang Ming instantly woke up from the pain.
"Where am I? Where's Uncle Fu?" he asked in a trembling voice.
Ling Han kicked him and said, "Am I asking you, or are you asking me?"
Ao Yang Ming gritted his teeth, but when he saw the unfamiliar environment around him, he couldn't help but look troubled. This was obviously far from the forest they were in before for such a plain to appear.
How long had he been unconscious to be brought to such a far place? Was Uncle Fu trash that he let Ling Han bring him out?
"You really want to be enemies with the Winter Moon Sect?" he said coldly. Since he already revealed his identity as a direct disciple of the Winter Moon Sect, he obviously couldn't shrink back and weaken the Winter Moon Sect's prestige.
Pa, Ling Han kicked him again, knocking out a few of Ao Yang Ming's teeth. His face was covered in blood, and he looked very miserable. But there was no sympathy for such an ingrate. Ling Han said indifferently, "Why did you come here?"
The appearance of the Devil Sky Mystery Realm was an accident. No one expected it beforehand, so to say that Ao Yang Ming came specifically for the mystery realm, Ling Han definitely wouldn't believe it.
Ao Yang Ming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and revealed a hint of fear in his eyes. Now that Uncle Fu wasn't by his side, and the name of the Winter Moon Sect couldn't scare this audacious guy in front of him, he could only be a wise man and say, "I'm here to find someone."
Pa, he suffered another kick. He was so angry that he wanted to get up and fight Ling Han to the death, but when he saw Ling Han's cold gaze, he somehow felt a chill in his heart, and his courage instantly dissipated completely.
"Don't speak half a sentence. If you keep stuttering, I'll first cripple your limbs and leave you with only one mouth to speak," Ling Han said coldly.
Ao Yang Ming felt a chill rise from the bottom of his heart and instantly enveloped his entire body, making him feel like he was sealed in ice. If it were someone else who said such cruel words, he would definitely scoff. Who dared to treat a disciple of the Winter Moon Sect like that?
But this guy, Ling Han, was really very ruthless, causing him to feel an endless chill.
"The person I'm looking for is called Feng Yan," he said honestly.
"Feng Yan." Upon hearing this name, Ling Han was instantly enlightened. He finally knew where Feng Yan's confidence came from.
Winter Moon Sect
"Why are you looking for him? What relationship does Feng Yan have with the Winter Moon Sect?" Ling Han asked.
"A few months ago, when Feng Yan was traveling outside, he met a Grand Elder of our sect, who intended to take him as a disciple, but gave him a test. He must break through to the Spiritual Ocean Tier within three months," Ao Yang Ming explained.
"I want to befriend Feng Yan, so I came to Rain Country. I want to take advantage of the time when Feng Yan's name has not spread far and wide to befriend him."
"In the end, I encountered the opening of the Devil Sky Mystery Realm halfway, so I entered the mystery realm first."
Ao Yang Ming was very gloomy. He came to find Feng Yan in order to raise his position in the Winter Moon Sect, but he didn't think that before he could see Feng Yan, he would first bump into Ling Han, this malignant star.
Ling Han felt strange, and said, "Although Feng Yan has a special physique, it's only Silver Mirror Body … What does that Grand Elder cultivate? Flower of Life or Spiritual Infant?"
Hearing him say Flower of Life or Spiritual Infant so nonchalantly, Ao Yang Ming felt a wave of fear, because there was no trace of reverence in Ling Han's tone, as if he didn't care about Spiritual Infant Tier warriors.
In reality, it was indeed so.
"Spiritual Infant …" he said in a trembling voice.
"Strange …" Ling Han shook his head. He now knew where Feng Yan's confidence came from. Becoming the personal disciple of a Spiritual Infant Tier elite naturally meant that he could do whatever he wanted in Rain Country. Even the Rain Emperor wouldn't dare to touch him, or else an old Spiritual Infant Tier monster would be drawn out, and even the Flower Blossom Tier warrior of Rain Country wouldn't be able to resist.
The problem was, was Silver Mirror Body worthy of a Spiritual Infant Tier elite taking him as a disciple? Not to mention Silver Mirror Body, even Gold Mirror Body was a bit of a stretch. After all, Spiritual Infant already stood on the seventh step of Martial Art, and above were only the Deity Transformation and Heaven Tier.
Above … even above was the Shattering Void Tier, where one could break through the void and enter the divine realm, becoming a god.
Feng Yan should have other secrets on him to attract a Spiritual Infant Tier elite to take him as a disciple. Ling Han had long sensed this. For example, he could fight against the Eldest Imperial Prince when he was two small tiers weaker, and it was a domineering martial arts technique like Son of Heaven Fist Technique that could borrow power of the nation.
"There'll be a battle sooner or later, and when the time comes, let me dig out all your secrets with my own hands …" Ling Han muttered.
"Ling Han, let me go, and we can pretend nothing happened," Ao Yang Ming probed.
"You're asking for a beating again," Ling Han said slowly.
Ao Yang Ming instantly covered his mouth in fear. He really didn't have many teeth left to be ravaged by Ling Han.
"Who is Ao Feng to you?" Ling Han finally asked the main question.
Ao Yang Ming looked surprised. How could a mere little martial artist from Rain Country know his father's name? Could it be that it was impossible for him? Although his father had hundreds of illegitimate children, all of them had the surname Ao.
"En …" Ling Han's expression turned cold.
"That's my father …" Ao Yang Ming hurriedly said.
"What's Ao Feng's cultivation level now?"
"I'm not too sure," Ao Yang Ming said, and after receiving Ling Han's sharp gaze, he hurriedly explained, "I usually don't have many chances to see my father, and I'm not his favorite child, so I'm not too clear. But according to the people in the sect, my father reached the peak stage of the Spiritual Pedestal Tier five years ago … "
He involuntarily straightened his back. Although Ao Feng was dissolute by nature, his talent in Martial Art was excellent, and it was possible for him to cross into the Flower Blossom Tier and become a true core member of the Winter Moon Sect.
Ling Han also nodded inwardly. Over ten years had passed, so it was normal for Ao Feng's cultivation to rise. However, it would be a bit difficult for Ling Dongxing to personally take revenge.
He had to increase his cultivation as soon as possible to repair Ling Dongxing's Spirit Base and use large amounts of medicinal pills to forcefully smash Ling Dongxing into the Flower Blossom Tier.
The Flower Blossom Tier was the biggest dividing line in Martial Art. It could almost be said that the Spiritual Pedestal Tier was a powerful mortal, and the Flower Blossom Tier had already surpassed the mortal level — the difference was indescribable.
Even if Ling Han reached the peak stage of the Spiritual Pedestal Tier, with his freakishness, he couldn't defeat a first layer Flower Blossom Tier cultivator. Being able to stay alive was enough to be proud.
If Ling Dongxing took the first step into the Flower Blossom Tier, then suppressing Ao Feng would be a piece of cake, completely ignoring the difference in cultivation, martial arts, and experience.
"How many children does your old man have?" Ling Han was suddenly a bit curious.
Ao Yang Ming was just about to shake his head and say he didn't know, but thinking of Ling Han's ruthlessness, he hurriedly corrected himself. "I really don't know the exact number. Father never gathered us together, but at least two to three hundred."
"What a breeding pig," Ling Han sneered, and his expression turned serious as he asked, "Do you know a person called Yue Hong Chang?"
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