On top of the mountain peak, the corner of Ling Xian's lips curled up. He was somewhat happy and somewhat relaxed.
From the beginning, his goal was never the spiritual stones. The so-called ransom was merely a medium to turn the Ning and Lian Clans into a laughing stock.
Now, he had achieved his goal.
Whether or not the Ning and Lian Clans really agreed, to everyone, they were admitting defeat.
To Ling Xian, this was enough. As for the ransom, he didn't want it and he couldn't get it.
Even if he thought with his toes, he would know that the Ning and Lian Clans had set up a trap. If he went, then he would truly be an idiot.
"Hmm, maybe I should play with them again?"
Ling Xian's eyes were filled with mockery as he thought of two options.
The first was to verbally agree and make the Ning and Lian Clans happy for nothing. The second was to send a clone and play with them.
In the end, he chose the second option.
The doppelganger looked more realistic, and the effect would be better.
"After playing with them one more time, I will head to the Southern Domain."
Ling Xian softly smiled. His clone materialized and left.
…
Ling Xian was right. The Ning and Lian Clans had set up a trap.
More than 10 powerhouses of the eighth level were hiding in the mountains, waiting for Ling Xian to show up so they could capture him.
"Ancestor, do you think he will come?" a middle-aged man asked.
"Smart people won't, but he will," the child said softly.
"Ancestor, you mean he is stupid?"
The man was startled and turned around to look at the people trapped inside the Immortal Trap. He thought to himself, if Ling Xian is stupid, then what are these people?
Idiots?
"No, he is not stupid."
The child placed his hands behind his back, "He is a very confident person. From how he killed the six Elders and how he lured them into the array, it is obvious that he has absolute confidence in himself."
"That's true. Reality has proven that he is capable." The man softly sighed.
"He is capable, but he is far too arrogant."
The child coldly snickered, "He will come for sure. Even though he knows we have set up a trap, he still thinks he can escape."
"Will he really come …"
The man mumbled. If he was in Ling Xian's position, he would never come.
This was obviously a trap. Who would be stupid enough to come to him?
"He's right, I will indeed come."
Bright laughter arose. Ling Xian, dressed in white, arrived on the clouds like an immortal.
Everyone was stunned. They didn't expect him to really dare to come.
"They really came …"
The Daoist squinted his eyes and checked out Ling Xian, "You truly are a monster. But compared to the Ning Clan's Saint Son, you are far too lacking."
"Perhaps." Ling Xian softly grinned, feeling too lazy to argue.
He looked around and said, "Don't hide anymore. Come out."
"You know there are tigers in the mountains, but you still want to go there."
The young man's expression was emotionless, "Ling Xian, are you really that confident, or are you just too arrogant?"
"Of course it's the former."
Ling Xian chuckled. If this was before, he would be a little arrogant. But after his breakthrough in alchemy, his arrogance had been wiped away and he was back to his original self.
"Against 12 cultivators of the Eighth Realm, I really want to see where your confidence comes from."
The boy narrowed his eyes, and a cold light burst forth from them.
He waved his hand and the eighth leveled cultivators who were hiding in the mountains all showed themselves. Their godly prowess shook everything around them.
"What a grand array."
Ling Xian chuckled. His expression didn't change, nor did his smile diminish.
He glanced over everyone and finally fixed his gaze on the Daoist, "You don't want to save them?"
"If I capture you, they will come out," the Daoist said softly.
"I have two questions. First, are you not afraid that I will fight to the death?"
"Second, are you that certain that you can capture me?"
Ling Xian's smile did not diminish.
"Before me, you cannot die and you cannot escape."
The Daoist stood with his hands behind his back, displaying his powerhouse's demeanor.
"Then why don't you try."
Ling Xian said softly, "Don't blame me for not reminding you. This is your only chance. If you miss it, you will have missed it."
"A threat …"
The Daoist laughed. Everyone laughed as well.
A mere seventh level cultivator dared to threaten 12 eighth leveled cultivators. This was the biggest joke in the world!
"You can think of it this way. There is only one chance."
Ling Xian said softly, "You better hand over the ransom. Or else you will regret it."
"You still want ransom?"
The Daoist teasingly smiled, "Sure. After you die, I will burn it for you."
Then, his giant hand swept across the sky and slammed down with shocking power.
HOMMMM!
The wind blew and the clouds converged. The Sun and Moon lost their light. This palm was extremely powerful and made everyone smile.
A smile that was sure of victory.
To everyone, there was no way Ling Xian could stop this palm. The gap between them was far too wide. Like clouds and mud, they didn't even have the right to be compared.
Therefore, everyone's lips curled up. They were relaxed and proud.
Only the man trapped inside the Immortal Trap seemed to have realized something.
Sadly, it was too late.
After the Daoist's giant hand landed, Ling Xian disappeared. There were no screams, no flesh and blood. There was only spiritual energy.
Everyone's expression turned sluggish as if they were struck by lightning.
Their brains were blank. Only two words echoed in their heads.
They were tricked again!
At that moment, the entire mountain range fell silent. Everyone's expressions changed, showing an extremely complicated expression.
Shock, shock, anger, regret, all sorts of emotions intertwined, making them look so laughable and comical.
"Ling Xian, I will not rest until you die!"
An angry roar shook up all nine levels of heaven and all 10 levels of hell.
The Daoist's lungs were about to explode from anger. Terrifying Qi filled the sky. Even though he was also of the eighth level, his blood boiled.
"It's a clone …"
The Daoist stared deadly at where Ling Xian disappeared and found it hard to hide his shock.
Clones were very easy to detect. They didn't even need to use their Qi to detect them. Yet he didn't sense it at all. Why wouldn't he be shocked?
Everyone else was the same.
Then, there was unprecedented humiliation.
They were so confident that they could capture Ling Xian alive. Yet they didn't even get a single strand of his hair. How humiliating was this?
Just thinking about it made them want to find a hole in the ground and hide in it!
"I was tricked again. I feel like a joke."
"Yeah, I was tricked by a seventh level cultivator. I feel like I can't even show my face in public."
"Now, the Ning and Lian Clans have completely lost face."
"Yeah, after being tricked by him time and time again, it's hard not to become a joke."
Everyone sighed and felt bitter. Looking at their descendants who were sealed, they wanted to cry but no tears came out.
After what happened just now, there was no turning back between the Ning and Lian Clans and Ling Xian. No matter how much they say, Ling Xian will not show himself.
In other words, these people will be imprisoned here until they die of old age.
They were their direct descendants. Naturally, they were filled with regret.
"It's too late to say anything now. We can only blame ourselves for being too arrogant."
An elder sighed, finally realizing that Ling Xian wasn't joking. This really was their last chance. If they missed it, they would have missed it.
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