Chapter 21: The Elder with the Sword

  "Boom!"

  A purple sword light flashed by, and Murong Xiong's corpse fell straight down, the fresh blood on his chest pouring out like it was free.

  The corpse of Murong Xiong, who had fallen to the ground, had a pair of eyes that were wide open, clearly unaware until death what kind of godly being had killed him.

  Completely shocked by the dramatic changes in front of them, Ling Tianba and his subordinates were stunned for a moment, until Ling Qingyan's body seemed to have lost all its strength, "thud" and fell to the ground, only then did they come back to their senses.

  Wow!

  Just as Ling Tianba was about to take two steps forward to help Ling Qingyan up, a figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere and slid in like a ghost, already standing between Ling Qingyan and Liu Mengran.

  Embodiment manifestation...

  A grey long gown, with white hair showing that he was already nearly seventy years old, but the purple cold light that flashed on the long sword in his hand made Ling Tian stunned!

  "Master!"

  Among Ling Tianba and others' shock, Liu Yanran noticed that the hand grasping her neck had left. Although her neck still felt a bit sore and painful, she bravely opened her eyes to see an old man standing in front of her with an air of dignity and a hint of indulgent love in his eyes.

  "Master..."

  She suddenly rushed into the old man's arms, and the girl's eyes turned red in an instant. A bellyful of grievances suddenly burst out, as if she had found someone to confide in. "Wuwu... Master, I thought I would never see you again, nor Master, nor my senior brothers and sisters!"

  "It's all right now, Master Sibo has slaughtered that rabbit that provoked you!"

  Gently patting the girl's back, the old man advised with his mouth, but his eyes were cold and stern, staring at Murong Xiong's corpse.

  The Murong family is so arrogant! They actually dare to bully the leader of our Tianjian Sect.

  Moreover, the one who offended us is the precious gem of our sect, the little lady of the entire sect! After returning, perhaps it's time to discuss this with Master Shixiong... In recent years, our sect has rarely taken action. Families like the Murong and Nan Gong families seem to have completely forgotten our dignity!

  Hmph! This time, they actually think they can get a share of the profits from the "Yong Huang Dian" as well. They don't even consider whether they can handle it or not!

  "Ah! Young Master Qingyan!"

  Liu Yanran suddenly had an epiphany and finally remembered Ling Qingyan who had been forgotten by her side.

  "Brother Qingyan, Brother Qingyan!"

  Liu Yanran crouched beside Ling Qingyan's unconscious body, constantly calling out to him as tears streamed down her face.

  "Don't worry, he just fainted temporarily."

  The majestic Tianjian Sect's Sword Elder saw that the treasure of their sect was crying, and for a moment, he too became anxious, repeatedly comforting her.

  "Really?"

  Liu Yanran saw Ling Qingyan on the ground and didn't seem to have any intention of waking up, apparently she didn't quite believe it.

  *sigh*...

  Fan Yiran sighed, with a hint of boredom in his tone, "Our little girl has grown up and actually started to doubt Master Shibo's words."

  "Master Shibo, I am not..."

  Liu Yanran was just about to apologize to her Shibo, but when she saw the hint of teasing on her Shibo's face, she immediately understood, "Shibo, you're doing it on purpose!"

  "Haha!"

  Looking at Liu Yanran's tears of joy, Fan Yiran suddenly let out a sigh of relief and burst into loud laughter.

  A moment.

  "Senior..."

  Fan Yiran gradually stopped laughing, and Ling Tianba beside him dared to speak out, but the hesitation in his tone still showed his awkwardness at this time.

  After all, standing in front of him was a true purple-level warrior. This was the first time he had been so close to a purple-level warrior since birth, and his heart naturally felt some trepidation!

  "Don't worry! This matter has nothing to do with the Ling family. If the Murong family dares to take action against you because of this, I will not stand idly by!"

  Ling Tianba's eyes, which kept moving on Murong Xiong's corpse, couldn't deceive Fan Yiran. "You're going to set out, right? If you don't leave soon, it'll be dark."

  With the guarantee of the purple-level warrior in front of him, Ling Tianba suddenly let out a sigh of relief, and his gaze kept shifting between the convoy and the unconscious Ling Qingyan, with a knot in his heart.

  This time's goods are guaranteed to be delivered on time with a receipt from the Tian family!

  It's about the reputation of the Ling family's armory... but with Ling Qingyan currently unconscious, he can't just leave!

  Just as I was gritting my teeth and deciding to send Ling Qingyan back...

  "Don't worry about this little guy, if you trust us, we'll take good care of him and send him back to the Ling family without a single hair out of place!"

  Fan Yiran looked at Ling Tianba's determined face and couldn't help but nod silently in agreement.

  This straightforward fellow, indeed has a good appetite for him, and it doesn't hurt to help him out. Moreover, the things that happened on this little guy's body earlier are also very interesting to this purple-level warrior.

  "Trustworthy! Trustworthy!" Ling Tianba nodded heavily again and again.

  Joke!

  What the Purple Rank Warrior says is untrustworthy, then whose words can be trusted?

  Looking at the old man of the Zi-level warrior rank helping Ling Qingyan up, Ling Tianba secretly let out a sigh of relief. His concerned gaze swept over Ling Qingyan before he walked to the side of the carriage team and directed his subordinates to continue on their way.

  "Master Shibo, let's first treat Qingyan brother's injuries and then send him back to the Ling family. He was injured because he saved me..."

  Looking at Ling Qingyan who had already been picked up by Shi Bo with his waist wrapped around him, Liu Yanran's eyes showed concern.

  "Alright, alright!"

  Fan Yiran repeatedly responded, but in his heart he was thinking of other things.

  Actually, these days, every time Liu Yanran sneaks out alone without telling anyone, he knows about it.

  He understood that this little girl had been bored and depressed in the sect, with no one to accompany her. He didn't say anything, but for several days, he had been following closely behind her from a distance, afraid that she would suffer even the slightest harm.

  Ling Qingyan, these past few days he's been with Liu Yanran, he can't help but understand, previously he only thought he was a somewhat well-educated young master of the Ling family! But what happened before completely overturned his thoughts over the past few days.

  Actually, when the people in Murong's house just made a move on Liu Yanran, he had already wanted to make a move.

  But just as he was about to make his move, he was shocked by the sudden release of a pale green true energy from Ling Qingwan's hand...Ling Qingwan's age, he had also understood clearly over the past few days, a fifteen-year-old boy.

  A fifteen-year-old green-level warrior also made his heart skip a beat, causing him to be stunned for an instant.

  In the blink of an eye, Ling Qingwan was already injured and fell to the ground. When he tried to make a move for the second time, the change that occurred on his body shocked him even more. That sudden appearance of brutal and bloodthirsty aura, even from tens of meters away, he could still clearly feel it.

  At that moment, an eerie thought even flashed through his mind:

  This boy can absolutely kill that blue-grade initial-stage warrior of the Murong family!

  "Brutal and bloodthirsty... That aura is absolutely not something that can be produced by a martial artist's abilities alone, it's an external force?"

  Walking on the way back, Fan Yiran kept thinking, a pair of white eyebrows tightly knotted together.

  Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Fan Yiran's mind, and he seemed to have thought of something. His heart trembled slightly, and it was clear that he still couldn't believe it. Looking at the unconscious Ling Qingyan in his arms, his eyes had completely lit up.

  "Talent Totem!"

  PS: The elder with the sword looked at Qingyan's gaze, shining brightly... Xiao Xie looked at everyone's gaze, also shining brightly... Recommendation votes ah - TT;