The Sun was high up in the sky, shedding down warm light.
However, everyone at the scene felt cold and murderous, as if they were in the middle of winter.
Corpses littered the streets. Everywhere they looked, blood reeked. It was like hell, sending chills down everyone's spine.
Those were the corpses of 21 foundational cultivators!
To normal citizens, this was something they couldn't even imagine. Even the foundational cultivators who followed them from the auction house were full of fear and trepidation.
A Foundation Building powerhouse was not a small Aura Refining cultivator that could be found everywhere. Although their numbers were still enormous in the entire world, in any medium-sized city, a Foundation Building powerhouse was enough to dominate an area. They were fully deserving of their status!
Yet before their eyes, more than 20 of them had died in one battle. All of them were killed by one person. This made everyone feel like they were in a dream. They couldn't believe what they were seeing was real.
Only after an entire moment did everyone reluctantly accept this reality. Then, this place completely erupted, everyone feeling horrified and even more shocked. The clamor was like a tsunami, ringing through the entire long street.
"Where did this person come from? How could he be so powerful? To be able to fight alone is unimaginable! "
"He must be a Heaven's Favorite raised by some powerful force. Or else he wouldn't be this dominating!"
"Aye … I thought I was strong enough to be in the foundational realm. It seems like I was just a frog in a well."
Everyone's gaze was fixated on Ling Xian. Some were shocked, some were envious, some were fearful. But without exception, everyone's gaze carried the same meaning.
Respect.
It was a reverence as if he was a god.
Right now, Ling Xian was wearing a golden armor and holding onto a godly weapon. He was handsome, handsome, and aggressive. Like a real immortal, he was also as terrifying as a demon.
Two completely different types of energy converged at the same time, but the feeling he gave off was harmonious. It was as if this terrifying young man was supposed to be like this.
His appearance was that of an immortal, and his demeanor was that of a demon!
"I assume you all know who I am. That's right, the Third Prince is after me. Who else wants to make a move against me in exchange for riches?"
Ling Xian coldly glanced around. Just as he was fighting against the leader of the City of Yun Xiao, he felt several waves of killer's intent converging on him. Therefore, he made a statement that chilled everyone's heart.
No one answered.
Or rather, no one dared to answer.
After personally witnessing Ling Xian single-handedly killing more than 20 powerhouses, who would dare to make a move against him?
After many people heard this, fear flashed across their faces, especially the foundational cultivators who wanted to kill Ling Xian. Their bodies shivered and they no longer dared to think of going against Ling Xian.
"Very well. You want to take my head in exchange for riches and honor? However, I would like to advise all of you to know your own limits before you act. " Ling Xian spoke softly. Then, he walked before a cultivator in black and prepared to take his storage pouch.
These people were all Foundation Building cultivators, so their net worth was definitely not low. Although he was now filthy rich and rich enough to rival a country, no matter how small a mosquito was, it was still meat. Naturally, he would not let them go. Perhaps there would be some unexpected things inside.
Just then, a small and skinny silhouette suddenly walked out from the crowd and walked towards Ling Xian with difficulty.
It was a little girl around the age of 13 or 14. Her clothes were ragged, her hair was unkempt, and her face was dirty. Her yellowish face carried fear and determination. She walked towards Ling Xian slowly and strenuously. It was as if every step she took required all of her energy.
Half of it was because she was hungry, the other half was because she was scared.
After all, Ling Xian's Qi was terrifying. Plus, with the horrifying scene around him, it was not easy for a 13-year-old girl to have the courage to walk towards him. Ling Xian didn't know what was supporting this poor beggar.
"Hmm?"
Shock flashed across Ling Xian's eyes. "Don't tell me you are here to kill me."
"No no no, I … I don't dare." The beggar quickly waved her hand. Her dirty face was full of fear.
Looking at the beggar, whose face was full of fear, but whose footsteps never stopped, Ling Xian's heart softened. It was as if he was seeing his old self. Even though he was full of fear towards the future, he still walked forward with determination, unwilling to give up his determination. He paused and said, "Anything that requires courage must be supported by belief. Tell me, what is your belief, or what is your desire?"
"I … I need spiritual stones," the beggar whispered. The beggar whispered as he looked at the storage bag on the corpse. His big eyes were filled with desire.
"For spiritual stones?"
Ling Xian frowned slightly, but he did not feel annoyed. He understood the hardships of those at the bottom of society. Especially this child who was dressed in rags and was obviously a beggar.
However, his frown caused the beggar's body to tremble. She instinctively stopped where she was. But very quickly, she gritted her teeth and continued to walk forward. Her footsteps were even slower than before, but they were even more determined.
"Interesting. Tell me your reason. You know my hands are stained with blood, yet you still dare to steal from me. If you only want to exchange spiritual stones for a meal, you wouldn't do this." The corner of Ling Xian's lips curled up. He was very curious about this child's goal.
"Mother is dying. I need to get spiritual stones to save her!"
The beggar's heart was full of fear. Even her voice was trembling. But it was not hard to hear the determination in her voice.
"I see."
Ling Xian softly sighed and revealed a warm smile. Like a thawing iceberg, hundreds of flowers bloomed, dispelling the fear in the beggar's heart. This smile was so warm, and the person before her didn't seem so scary anymore. She looked at Ling Xian expectantly and whispered, "Can … can you let me take their storage pouch?"
"Yes, but you can only take one." Ling Xian softly smiled.
"That's great. Thank … thank you."
The beggar was ecstatic. To her, one storage pouch was more than enough. This was the wealth of a foundational cultivator. Even if she only had one-tenth of it, it would be enough to save her mother's life.
"Now, choose." Ling Xian looked at the beggar meaningfully. He wanted to see which storage pouch she would choose.
The beggar nodded and looked at the person closest to her. It was the leader of the City of Yun Xiao.
Without a doubt, as the leader of a city, he must be wealthy. In other words, out of everyone who died, he had the most spiritual stones in his storage pouch.
The beggar hesitated. Remembering what her mother told her, she didn't choose the leader's storage pouch. Instead, she randomly picked a storage pouch belonging to a man in black. She held onto the small and delicate pouch tightly. Her yellowish face revealed a joyful smile.
"Good character. Not greedy." Ling Xian complimented. He slowly walked up to the beggar and rubbed her messy and greasy hair. He didn't look down on her at all.
"Thank you."
The beggar blushed. Ever since she was born, only her mother has touched her head. Now, there was another person.
"No need to thank me. I just did it casually."
The corner of Ling Xian's lips curled up. His smile was warm like the spring wind. The beggar's heart warmed and she smiled happily.
"Tell me, what's your name?" Ling Xian squatted down and placed his hands on her shoulders. Looking at the dirty child, he felt a sense of closeness.
Closeness?
Ling Xian frowned. Why was he feeling this way? Could it be that looking at the little girl reminded him of his past self?
"My name is Yu Xun Zhen." The beggar blushed.
"Yu Xun Zhen?"
Ling Xian was a little startled. Then, he smiled, "People of my generation seek the path of immortality. Seeking the truth and seeking the truth. What a good name."
In the Taoism community, cultivators seek the path of immortality with the goal of immortality. The path of immortality is simple. Therefore, immortality is also known as Returning to Truth.
Therefore, the meaning of the word "seeking the truth" is very good.
"I don't understand what it means. Mother said my father named me, but I've never met him." Yu Xun Zhen's eyes darkened.
"It's okay. You will understand when you grow up." Ling Xian softly sighed.
"Can you tell me your name? Mother once said that a drop of water should be returned with a spring of water. I will repay you in the future. " Yu Xun Zhen's eyes were full of anticipation as she stared deadly at Ling Xian's face. It was as if she wanted to carve this face into her heart and never forget it.
This was the second person in her life who treated her with such gentleness.
"My name is Ling Xian. Just remember it. I don't ask for anything in return." Ling Xian had a faint smile on his lips as he rubbed her little head, "Remember, to be born in this world, you must cultivate. Only when you are strong enough can you protect the people you care about. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand!"
Yu Xun Zhen nodded heavily. Her little face was rosy. Though it was full of dirt, it could not hide her delicate features. It was not hard to imagine that if she were to freshen up, she would become a beauty.
"Remember one thing. Until the last moment of your life, do not give up. The darkness will pass." Ling Xian smiled, "It's time for me to go. Go save your mother."
"I will remember this kindness. One day, I will repay you for it." Yu Xun Zhen's expression was determined. She stared at Ling Xian for a long time before turning around and walking towards the East.
Watching her small and skinny silhouette disappear into the distance, Ling Xian softly sighed. He glanced around and warned, "I advise you to not have any ideas about this little girl. Or else you know the consequences."
As soon as he finished speaking, killer's intent poured out of him like a tidal wave.
A few greedy people shut their mouths and gave up on the idea of following Yu Xun Zhen.
"Hmmph, scum."
Ling Xian coldly hissed. Flapping around his sleeve, he collected the rest of the storage pouches and walked towards Lin Qing Yi. He planned on entering the portal with her and leaving the City of Yun Xiao.
However, just as he was about to reach Lin Qing Yi's side, a cold voice came from afar, like a sudden clap of thunder.
"You killed my child and you want to escape? Leave your life behind! "
A horrifying amount of Qi rolled out like a god. It was undefeatable, undefeatable, and incomparable. It engulfed the entire area in an instant!
Under the pressure of this intimidating aura, everyone's body trembled. Two words appeared in their minds. Then, an impulse to kneel on the ground appeared in their hearts.
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