Chapter 3948 - : Lan Zheng Ming

“Rest for a while?” The Nirvanic Elder was slightly taken aback by the beautiful woman’s words. After a moment, he shook his head and said, “Miss, if you were in my shoes, would you believe those words?”

Upon hearing this question, the beautiful woman stood her ground and said calmly, “No matter what, we have no intentions of entering the Pure Yang Sect’s estate nor do we harbor any malicious intentions toward the Pure Yang Sect. Moreover, what can the three of us do to the Pure Yang Sect?”

The beautiful woman’s tone turned sarcastic near the end of her words.

The Nirvanic Elder looked at the beautiful woman before he looked at the burly middle-aged man warily. For some reason, he felt a sense of danger from the burly middle-aged man who was staring at him expressionlessly. He felt as though he was being stared at by a predator and that the other party would rush up to tear him apart if he made the wrong move.

At this moment, the young girl who had remained silent up until now suddenly stepped forward and said, “Elder…”

The burly middle-aged extended his hand to stop the young girl, protecting her.

At the same time, the beautiful woman moved to stand in front of the young girl as well. She stood shoulder to shoulder with the burly middle-aged man.

The two elders from the Pure Yang Sect could naturally see how protective the duo was of the young girl. She was clearly their master.

The girl’s voice was soft and refreshing like a spring breeze as she said, “We have no malice toward the Pure Yang Sect. I apologize if we’ve caused a disturbance. We’ll take our leave now.”

After the girl finished speaking, she looked at the Pure Yang Sect’s estate behind the two elders with a hint of reluctance. She sighed softly before she turned around to leave.

With that, the beautiful woman left as well.

The burly middle-aged man brought up the rear, protecting the duo. Before he left, he looked at the Nirvanic Elder. Although his gaze was calm, the Nirvanic Elder felt a certain pressure.

‘He’s definitely not just an ordinary rudimentary Emperor of Gods. Perhaps, he’s not even a rudimentary Emperor of Gods,’ the Nirvanic Elder thought to himself fearfully. In the entire Pure Yang Sect, he only had this feeling from a few intermediate Emperors of Gods and one rudimentary Emperor of Gods. The rudimentary Emperor of Gods was Zhen Ping Fan, the strongest rudimentary Emperor of Gods in the Pure Yang Sect, and the son of Zhen Yun Feng, the leader of the Cloud Peak faction.

After the trio left, the Spirit Void Elder could not help but ask the Nirvanic Elder, “Senior granduncle, who do you think they are? That girl had been staring at our sect’s estate in a daze. I discovered them long ago. If she didn’t draw closer, I wouldn’t have appeared to warn them.” After a pause, he said wryly, “I wanted to probe her and that beautiful woman with my Divine Consciousness, but I didn’t expect that the Emperor of Gods would immediately prevent me from doing so.”

The Nirvanic Elder shook his head gently. “I don’t know either. However, I’m certain they don’t have any malice toward our sect. Alright, continue patrolling. I’ll return first.”

…

After leaving the vicinity of the Pure Yang Sect’s estate, the girl looked at the beautiful woman and said, “Aunt Xuan, I don’t want to fly home. Let’s just use the flying ship.”

“Yes, Young Miss,” the beautiful woman said as she looked at the girl with a doting smile on her face. Then, she brought the flying ship out.

After boarding the flying ship, the girl and the beautiful woman sat down with their legs crossed while the burly middle-aged man stood near the helm and looked at his surroundings vigilantly.

The beautiful woman said with a smile, “Young Miss, don’t worry. Young Master Ling Tian will be fine.”

“I know,” the girl said with a gentle nod, “I just miss my brother. However, now that he’s in the Pure Yang Sect, it won’t be long before I can meet him again. Perhaps, he might not remember me now. Who knows he might remember me in the future?”

At this time, a smile finally appeared on the girl’s face.

“Of course,” the beautiful woman said gently.

“I really can’t wait,” the young girl said as anticipation burned in her eyes, “I can’t wait for the time when my brother no longer looks at me like a stranger.”

…

On Zheng Ming Island in the Pure Yang Sect.

News of Duan Ling Tian passing the True Martial Disciple test and becoming a True Martial Disciple had already spread to Zheng Ming Island. Not only that, but news of him receiving preferential treatment from the Pure Yang Sect had also spread.

“Duan Ling Tian obtained so many resources that I can only dream of even though he has just joined the sect!” Lan Xi Lin said through gritted teeth. His expression was dark as jealousy burned in his eyes. After a moment, he said, “I’m going to go look for my great-grandfather.”

After taking a deep breath to suppress his jealousy, Lan Xi Lin flew toward his great-grandfather’s cultivation ground.

Liu Hui, the Spirit Void Elder, who was silently following Lan Xi Lin at the back, only shook his head helplessly. Perhaps, if he had just known Lan Xi Lin, he would advise Lan Xi Lin and helped Lan Xi Lin analyze the matter. However, after knowing Lan Xi Lin for so long, he was already very familiar with Lan Xi Lin’s temper.He knew that Lan Xi Lin would not listen to anyone except for his great-grandfather.

Soon after, Lan Xi Lin and Liu Hui arrived at the cultivation ground of Lan Zheng Ming, the leader of the Zheng Ming faction.

Lan Zheng Ming’s appearance was not that of an old man. Instead, he looked like a middle-aged man with a medium build. His face was handsome, and he had a long beard. He was dressed in a light blue robe.

Liu Hui spoke first. He greeted Lan Zheng Ming respectfully, “Grandmaster.”

Lan Zheng Ming nodded and smiled at Liu Hui before he asked, “Liu Hui, has your cultivation been going well recently?”

“Yes,” Liu Hui replied respectfully.

“Very good,” Lan Zheng Ming said with a nod, “Thank you for taking such good care of Xi Lin.”

“Grandmaster, this is what I ought to do,” Liu Hui hurriedly said.

Lan Zheng Ming nodded again before he finally shifted his eyes to the sour-faced Lan Xi Lin. He asked with a smile on his face, “Xi Lin, why did you rush here to look for me? What happened?”

Initially, Lan Xi Lin was still holding back his anger. However, when he heard Lan Zheng Ming’s words, he asked angrily, “Great-grandpa! Why is the sect giving resources only to Duan Ling Tian when he’s just joined the sect?! Why?! If those resources were given to me, I’m confident I can grow stronger before the Seven Mansions Feast!” His anger subsided slightly after the outburst as he continued to say, “I heard that the high-ranking officials agreed to this. Even senior granduncle and junior granduncle agreed to it. Why?”

Lan Xi Lin, who was completely blinded by jealousy, looked extremely gloomy at this moment.

Faced with Lan Xi Lin’s outburst, Lan Zheng Ming remained calm. He maintained the slight smile on his face as he listened to Lan Xi Lin rant. When Lan Xi Lin finally stopped talking, he asked slowly, “Are you done yet?”

“Great-grandpa, don’t you think it’s unfair?” Lan Xi Lin asked with a frown. He finally realized that his great-grandfather was already aware of the matter but did not seem to feel anything. His great-grandfather loved him the most so how could his great-grandfather be so indifferent?

Lan Zheng Ming continued to smile faintly. He looked at Lan Xi Lin curiously and asked, “Unfair? Why is it unfair?”

Upon hearing these words, Lan Xi Lin, who was already in a bad mood, said furiously, “He’s a newcomer! Why is he given such treatment? We’re both True Martial Disciples, but I’m an intermediate Lord of Gods, and he’s just a rudimentary Lord of Gods. Why is he given special treatment?!”

Lan Zheng Ming was calm when faced with the agitated Lan Xi Lin. He looked at Lan Xi Lin and said with a smile, “Dan Ling Tian is not even 3,000 years old, and he came from a Devata Realm. He first appeared in a mountain east of the Eastern Ridge Mansion. After that, he went to Skywind City and entered the Hidden Fog Academy by the Hidden Fog Sect, which is under the Flying Dragon Sect. At that time, he was not even a King of Gods. From the time he became a god to the time he became a rudimentary Lord of Gods, not even 100 years had passed. Do you think you’re capable of such a feat?”

“It took him less than 100 years?” Lan Xi Lin’s expression changed upon hearing Lan Zheng Ming’s words. Then, he said, “How’s that possible?! Even prodigies from supreme-rank forces don’t have such cultivation speed. How can a nobody from a Devata Rank be capable of such a feat? You’re saying he was an ordinary god less than 100 years ago? Even if he obtained the legacy of a supreme powerhouse, it’s still impossible for him to have such cultivation speed!”

Lang Zheng Ming nodded. A hint of relief could be seen in his eyes when he saw that his great-grandson did not lose his common sense even if he was blinded by jealousy. Then, he said, “Naturally, this isn’t possible by just inheriting the legacy of a supreme powerhouse.” He smiled indifferently as he said, “The reason prodigies from supreme-rank forces have such exaggerated cultivation speed is due to their close blood ties to supreme powerhouses. Some of their parents are supreme powerhouses. However, Duan Ling Tian is from a Devata Realm. This means he’s not even a distant descendant of a supreme powerhouse. The only possibility for him to have such rapid progress is that a supreme powerhouse who’s also a highly-skilledalchemist left him a lot of Limit Divine Pills. Even so, he is talented as well to be able to progress so quickly.”