The Linghu family was a God Emperor-level clan. Their residence was in Linghu City, which they had built with their own hands.
There was a large area to the east of Linghu City that was still some distance away from the Linghu family's residence. Thus, outsiders were forbidden from approaching.
Outside, the Linghu family's patrolling elders and disciples stood guard everywhere. If outsiders approached, they would immediately appear and stop them.
If they cooperated, it would be fine.
If they didn't cooperate, the Linghu family's patrolling elders and disciples would directly attack them. They might even kill them!
Because of this, very few people approached the eastern area of Linghu City. If they did, they might provoke the Linghu family.
The Linghu family was the absolute overlord of Linghu City. Unless a God Emperor-level force personally came, the Linghu family wouldn't give face to anyone.
Even God Emperor-level sects like the Hidden Fog Sect and the Myriad Demon Sect were only on equal footing with the Linghu family.
"Although I know where the Linghu family is, it's obviously impossible for me to visit them so brazenly … It looks like I have to think of another way."
After all, he had just arrived in Linghu City. Duan Lingtian wasn't in a hurry. He first found an inn to stay in, then went out to continue gathering information.
"It won't be difficult to infiltrate the Linghu family … After all, the Linghu family has many servants and so on.
"However, even if I infiltrate the Linghu family, it will still be difficult for me to find Linghu Chuyin.
"Moreover, I might be discovered by the Linghu family's experts before I find her … Although I've stepped into the God King realm, the Linghu family has as many experts as there are clouds in the sky. They even have many God Emperor-level experts who can kill me as easily as cutting grass."
The moment Duan Lingtian thought of infiltrating the Linghu family, he completely dispelled the idea.
"Right now, there are only two ways … The first is to wait for Linghu Chuyin to come out. I'll meet her again and confirm her identity. However, this method is not very feasible. Even if that old woman from last time is not by her side. "
Duan Lingtian had a look of dread on his face when he thought of the old woman by Linghu Chuyin's side that he had encountered in King's Descent City.
That was a God Emperor. Even with his current strength, he was no match for him.
"Secondly, get to know someone from the Linghu family, preferably a direct descendant of a certain status … This way, I can openly follow him into the Linghu family. Under such circumstances, as a friend of a direct descendant of the Linghu family, I would naturally not be targeted by the experts of the Linghu family. "
"In fact, as long as that direct descendant is willing to help, it should not be difficult to meet Linghu Chuyin."
In the end, Duan Lingtian did not choose to take the risk. Instead, he began to ask around for information, trying to understand the direct descendants of the Linghu family.
Half a month later, he had his eyes on someone.
The fourth son of the Linghu family's current patriarch, Linghu Yun.
Linghu Yun was only a Ten Directions Celestial Emperor. However, it was said that he did not have the chance to become a god. This was because he was injured and could not continue to cultivate. He would be stuck as a Ten Directions Celestial Emperor for the rest of his life.
As for the injuries in his body, they were caused by his father, the current master of the Linghu family. He had used his body to block a fatal blow for his father.
It was also because of this that he had saved his father's life at the cost of being seriously injured.
After that incident, even though Linghu Yun's cultivation was mediocre, the current patriarch of the Linghu family doted on him the most.
The other direct descendants of the Linghu family also took good care of Linghu Yun in order to curry favor with the patriarch of the Linghu family.
Of course, there was another reason why they were so good to Linghu Yun.
Due to Linghu Yun's stagnant cultivation, it was destined that he would not be able to compete with them for the position of the next patriarch of the Linghu family.
Moreover, they were brothers. Moreover, if they were good to Linghu Yun, they would be able to curry favor with the current patriarch of the Linghu family. Only fools would not be good to Linghu Yun.
"Linghu Yun's cultivation can no longer improve so he doesn't waste any time cultivating. His favorite hobby is to listen to stories in a teahouse in Linghu City."
There was a teahouse in Linghu City where people would tell stories every few days. It was similar to the storytellers in Duan Lingtian's previous life.
In fact, the teahouse was one of the Linghu family's businesses. It was opened for Linghu Yun.
The purpose was to provide a place for Linghu Yun to listen to stories.
The income from the teahouse was so little that it did not even cover the cost of maintaining the operation of the teahouse. However, it had been open for more than 1,000 years.
…
The Cloud Pavilion was a teahouse opened by the Linghu family in Linghu City. It was deserted. Only a few dozen people were sitting in the main hall drinking tea.
At the back of the main hall was a private room with a curtain. One could vaguely see that there were luxurious tables and chairs inside.
"Speaking of which, the Emperor God powerhouse who broke into Tung Leng Province from the outside two thousand years ago was very majestic. He looked down on the various Emperor God powerhouses in Tung Leng Province. He wanted to use his own strength to suppress several large sects. However, in the end, he was defeated by the leader of one of the Emperor God powerhouses. He was almost killed.
In the end, he was spared because he swore a Heart Demon Blood Oath that he was willing to be loyal to that Emperor God powerhouse for ten thousand years.
As for who that person was … In fact, there was no such person. This story was made up by me. "
A middle-aged man sat cross-legged at the other end of the main hall. He had a medium build and was holding a book in one hand. His other hand was stroking the goatee on his chin.
The guests sitting at the three tables in the main hall could not help but roll their eyes when they heard the middle-aged man's story. "The storyteller that the Cloud Pavilion recently hired is not good … He's telling a good story. Isn't it good to make us yearn for it? In the end, he said it was made up. "
"That's right. How boring."
"I heard that this person is very stubborn. The Cloud Pavilion asked him to pay a generous sum of Divine Stones after he finished telling the story, not to mention that it was made up. However, he was unwilling."
…
While the guests at the three tables in the main hall were discussing animatedly, a purple figure walked in from outside. He walked to an empty table and sat down. He listened to the guests at the three tables with interest.
At this moment, a young man in brocade robes who was sitting at a luxurious table behind a curtain at the back of the main hall could not help but frown slightly. "This fellow. How many times have I told him off? Does he still not learn his lesson?"
"Since he's so stubborn, let him pack up and leave."
The young man was dressed in a long blue robe. His handsome face was slightly pale. At this moment, there was a hint of anger in his tone.
"Yes, Fourth Young Master."
A middle-aged man in brocade robes who was standing at one side of the table answered respectfully and walked out.
On the chair beside the young man sat an old man who was resting with his eyes closed. The old man had white hair and a ruddy complexion. He exuded an immortal aura from head to toe.
"Young Yun, if you let him pack up and leave, I'm afraid you won't have any stories to listen to for the next few days."
After the middle-aged man in brocade robes walked out, the old man opened his eyes and said to the young man with a smile.
"That's nothing. At most, we'll wait a few more days for the newcomer to tell us … This fellow's stories are, to be honest, passable. However, he always likes to add at the end that the beginning is made up. It's so awkward no matter how you listen to it."
The young man said unconcernedly, "If I listen to his stories again, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist going out and beating him up!"
Outside.
After the middle-aged man in brocade robes walked out of the inner room, he walked directly to the middle-aged man who had just finished telling the story and was sitting cross-legged on a high platform at the other end of the main hall with an intoxicated expression. "Fourth Young Master said to get lost!"
"This is your reward for today."
The middle-aged man in brocade robes was the shopkeeper of Cloud Tower. He casually tossed a few divine stones to the middle-aged man on the platform and said somewhat impatiently, "Take your reward and get lost!"
From the day he became the shopkeeper of Cloud Tower, he knew that Cloud Tower existed solely to serve the Linghu family's Fourth Young Master.
If it weren't for the fact that the Fourth Young Master liked to listen to stories with others and listen to their opinions on stories, Cloud Tower wouldn't even exist.
He could have just taken the man directly to the Linghu family to tell the Fourth Young Master stories. There was no need to specially set up a teahouse like Cloud Tower.
"It was made up in the first place. Do you really think it's true? You're crazy! "
The middle-aged man scolded. Then, he picked up the divine stones on the ground in front of him and left without looking back. "I'm a man of principles. I won't mislead you into believing a fabricated story to be true."
After the middle-aged man left, the guests at the three tables in the main hall couldn't help but roll their eyes.
At this moment, the middle-aged man in brocade robes looked at the guests at the three tables and said apologetically, "Everyone, I'm sorry for disturbing your mood today. Don't worry, in a few days, our Cloud Tower will definitely find a reliable person to tell the story to."
"Shopkeeper, your Cloud Tower should have changed a long time ago. Before that fellow came to your Cloud Tower, there were never less than ten tables of people who came to drink tea and listen to stories. Look at today, there are only four tables of people including us."
One of the guests at one of the tables said as he looked at the tables with guests in the main hall, including the table of the purple-clad young man who came in later.
The purple-clad young man was none other than Duan Lingtian.
When Duan Lingtian arrived, he happened to hear the person who was telling the story to Cloud Tower earlier. When the words' I made up the story 'entered Duan Lingtian's ears, Duan Lingtian could almost foresee the mood of the person who was listening to the story.
When one was engrossed in the story, one would involuntarily be immersed in it and enjoy everything in it. One might even discuss it and guess if the person in the story could be found in reality.
All of this would make one look forward to it.
However, if the person at the end of the story said that the story was made up, it would undoubtedly destroy this sense of anticipation. How could it not be hated?
"Why don't I give it a try?"
When the middle-aged man in brocade robes was apologizing to the guests at the three tables, Duan Lingtian stood up and walked slowly to the high platform at the other end of the main hall.
Although he sounded like he was asking, his actions did not seem like he was asking anyone.
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