To the man in red and the other survivors, Ling Xian was an existence that could not be defiled.
Because he had the ability to escape, yet he chose to fight the Ming Luo Holy Son to protect their lives.
Now that someone was insulting Ling Xian, even if it was someone from the Emperor Shen Clan, they dared to fight with their lives!
However, before they could react, Ling Xian stopped them.
What the Stream of Qing Yun needed right now was peace. For this peace, personal honor and humiliation were nothing.
Ling Xian signaled the man in red not to act rashly and smiled, "Then let's change from friend to you."
Hearing this, Qin Che appeared proud. He didn't know that what he said today would make the future Qin Clan fall into regret.
"Qin Che, if you dare to say one more word, then get the f * ck out of here."
Qin Wu Ya spoke quietly. It sounded like he was lecturing, but his tone was not cold at all.
What could they do? The Qin Clan was a group of people with their eyes on the top of their heads. Of course, they couldn't be beaten to death. However, there were far too few descendants who could treat outsiders as equals.
Even the collateral descendants of the Divine Emperor Family had an insufferably arrogant attitude in front of outsiders. What could they do? Their ancestor was an undefeatable Emperor.
"Third Uncle, do not worry. I am too lazy to talk to a lowly person." Qin Che mocked. The man in red and the others tightened their fists.
If it weren't for Ling Xian, they would've rushed up and fought him.
"Enough." Qin Wu Ya frowned and shifted his gaze towards Ling Xian, "The Qin Clan will take over the Stream of Qing Yun. You don't have any objections, do you?"
"No, I will leave the Stream of Qing Yun to you." Ling Xian shook his head, feeling too lazy to waste time with these arrogant people.
He shifted his gaze towards the man in red, "Let's go and heal up."
After saying that, he strode forward and walked into the forest.
Seeing this, the man in red and the other survivors followed.
The moment they entered the forest, this person brought Ling Xian to a hidden cave and asked, "Right, my name is Feng Xing. I wonder what your name is."
"Ling Xian."
Ling Xian spoke out his real name and swallowed a healing Dan to heal his wounds.
His wounds were not light. Not only were most of his bones broken, but his organs were also severely injured. If it were anyone else, they would have died long ago.
"This name … sounds familiar." Feng Xing slightly frowned, pondered for a while, then said in surprise, "The Ling Xian who defeated Taba Liufeng?"
"It was me," Ling Xian admitted. There was nothing to hide.
"No wonder he could take five moves launched by that man …" Feng Xing suddenly understood, but he still couldn't hide his shock.
It had only been 10 years since that battle, yet Ling Xian had already broken through to the seventh level. This was something unbelievable and anyone would be shocked.
"You are flattering me. Luckily, my vitality is not bad. Or else I would've died a long time ago." Ling Xian waved his hand. He was not depressed, only determined.
The reason why he was beaten up so miserably by Holy Son Ming Luo was entirely because he was two minor realms lower than this person. He believed that sooner or later, he would be able to catch up to Holy Son Ming Luo and beat him up!
"Not bad? It's obviously insane. "Feng Xing stared at Ling Xian as if he was looking at a monster.
Hearing this, Ling Xian smiled but didn't say anything.
"Logically speaking, I shouldn't disturb your healing. But there is something I have to tell you. If I am late, it will be too late." Feng Xing's expression turned serious.
"What is it?" Ling Xian's expression turned serious as well.
"I have been guarding the Valley of Qing Yun for three years and I discovered a ruin underground."
"The few cultivators of the Dao Reasoning level who were guarding the Valley of Qing Yun with me know about this. We originally planned to wait until the war is over before we go explore."
"I cannot believe that after the war, I will be the only one left."
Feng Xing softly sighed, revealing his sadness.
"The dead are gone. My condolences." Ling Xian sighed.
"Let's not talk about that. Let's talk about the ruin." Feng Xing suppressed his sadness, "I wonder if you are interested?"
"Are there any cultivators who are not interested?" Ling Xian grinned. Against the temptation of the ruin, no living being could resist.
"Then come with me. If we are late, it won't belong to us anymore." Feng Xing coldly smiled.
Hearing this, Ling Xian knew that Feng Xing was referring to the people from the Qin Clan and nodded in agreement.
For one, the Qin Clan was far too arrogant. For two, the leader was far too powerful and may have found the ruin. If he was discovered, he wouldn't even get a share.
Therefore, Ling Xian thought about it and said, "Wait for me for three days. After three days, we will enter the ruin."
"You can recover in three days?" Feng Xing was shocked. He originally thought he would have to wait for 10 days to half a month.
"My physique is not bad. My recovery speed is a little better than normal people."
Ling Xian faintly smiled, making Feng Xing speechless.
What did he mean by not bad? What did he mean by a little better? He meant he was insanely strong!
With Feng Xing's capabilities, he naturally could tell how serious Ling Xian's injuries were. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that it would be great if he could recover in half a month.
"Okay, you should go heal yourself. There are many treasures in the ruin, but there are also many dangers."
"If you go in with your injuries, you will most likely die."
Ling Xian warned him. Then, he closed his eyes and focused on healing.
Seeing this, Feng Xing exited the cave and went to heal as well.
Three days later, Ling Xian opened his eyes. They were shining with heavenly light.
His external injuries had all healed and his internal injuries were mostly healed as well. They no longer affected his battling abilities.
"I can go to the ruin now." Ling Xian smiled and arrived at the cave Feng Xing was in.
Then, Feng Xing opened his eyes. Looking at the energetic Ling Xian, he was speechless.
Even though he believed it three days ago, now that reality was presented to him, he couldn't help but be shocked.
"Your recovery speed is far too insane. Compared to you, I am so shocked." Feng Xing bitterly smiled.
"Haven't you recovered as well?" Ling Xian had a smile on his lips, "Okay, it's time to go."
Hearing this, Feng Xing's expression turned serious and he said in a low voice, "Follow me."
Then, he turned into a gust of wind and flew into the distance.
Seeing this, Ling Xian made his move and followed.
After some time, Feng Xing landed before a thousand-meter-tall waterfall. He flapped around his sleeve and the waterfall split apart.
Then, a cave appeared before the two of them.
"This is the entrance to the ruin?" Ling Xian asked.
"That's right. There is a defensive array inside. Based on my analysis, as long as we break the array, we can enter the ruin."
"With my array skills, it won't be hard for me to break the array."
Feng Xing smiled proudly and regained some of his confidence.
"Alright, let's take the treasures inside as soon as possible in case something happens." Ling Xian nodded and entered the cave.
Then, he saw the three array drawings.
These three drawings were interlinked and supported each other. Only by breaking them all together could the array be broken.
"Not bad."
Ling Xian gave a very positive comment. He then took two steps back and gestured for Feng Xing to break the array.
Since Feng Xing had the confidence to break the array, there was no need for him to show off.
"Watch me. I am an array master. Breaking this array is easy." Feng Xing smiled proudly. He raised his hand and array patterns filled the sky and landed on top of the three drawings.
After some time, the three drawings crumbled. This made Feng Xing even more proud.
But in the next second, his pride froze on his face.
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