Chapter 12: The Weather is About to Change!

  "I'm going back home, you..."

  Forcing a smile on his face, Ling Qingyan stood up.

  "Hmm," the drunkard stuffed the fruit in his hand into his mouth, and immediately swallowed it down, "Don't waste these fruits, you go first!"

  With a wry smile, Ling Qingyan pulled out several silver ingots from his bosom and placed them on the table. "Since we've met once, it's also fate. Take these silver ingots, subtracting our expenses at Yixiang Pavilion this time, you can use the remaining to buy a few jars of wine."

  With that said, Ling Qingyan turned around and left.

  He had no connection with the drunkard from the very beginning, and he only helped him at the entrance of Yixiang Pavilion earlier because of his impulsive nature.

  The drunkard is just a passerby to him; and he is also just a passerby to the drunkard.

  Perhaps they will never have any intersection again; or perhaps, after today's good fate, they will have many unexpected intersections in the future.

  These things will happen in the future, who can predict them?

  Fate...

  Upon hearing Ling Qingyan's words before he left, the drunkard was taken aback at first, then looked at the few silver ingots that Ling Qingyan had left on the table and laughed, "Haha, well said!"

  "In these few days, Moyun City is going to be bustling... The several major forces of the Southern Domain of Chongwu Continent will arrive one after another. It's been a long time since I've seen such a scene!"

  "I heard that old man say that the thing is in the hands of one of the three major families in Moyun City. I hope it's not in the hands of the Ling family, otherwise, I really can't just watch the excitement, and I might have to take action... That young Ling, he's quite pleasing to my eyes."

  "It seems that this time 'Murong's family' also has someone coming... Hmph! It's about time to settle old scores, if they really come, I'll definitely make sure none of them return!"

  Muttering to himself in a low voice, the drunkard's disheveled hair suddenly revealed a pair of eyes that gleamed with several cold and ruthless glints.

  Where is there still a hint of intoxication?

  ………

  "Purple rank beginner, I didn't expect that it would actually be a purple rank warrior," Ling Qingyan walked home with a troubled expression, shaking his head.

  Twenty years old, initial stage of Zi level warrior!

  Ling Qingyan, who had been familiar with many historical classics of Chongwu Continent since childhood, couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine at this moment.

  In "The Continental History", he was known as the most talented warrior in nearly two thousand years, the founding emperor of the Qin State "Ying Zheng", who also entered the Purple Rank at the age of 27!

  And this self-proclaimed "Shui Yun'er" woman, judging from her age, is absolutely not twenty-five years old, at most twenty-two or three.

  At the same time, Ling Qingyan also compared himself with this young genius martial artist in his heart, wondering why he would come to this small Moyun City where he lived.

  "When I was eight years old, I began to study the ancestral secret book of my family. Relying on the experience of the previous life, it only took more than two months to cultivate shallow red true energy. At that time, when my parents and the elders, as well as my fourth uncle learned about this fact, they were stunned for a long time!"

  "At the age of ten, I broke through the red rank and entered the orange rank... At thirteen, I broke into the yellow rank!"

  "That year when I was thirteen, after fainting, I could actually manipulate my consciousness and control the true energy that flowed through my body's meridians, which was transformed from the absorption of heaven and earth spiritual energy, and completely condensed it!"

  "You should know! Normally, according to the classics, the true energy that runs inside the body is gathered and scattered in a state of chaos. Many true energies do not follow the meridian lines as described in the classics, but instead scatter and enter the pores, then overflow out of the body."

  "So generally, when a martial artist is meditating and cultivating, there will be a layer of light radiating outward from their body!"

  Ling Qing Yan couldn't help but sigh...

  In this way, how much of the absorbed heaven and earth spiritual energy is wasted?!

  How much slower is the cultivation speed?!

  Ever since the coma at thirteen, Ling Qingyan made it a point to control his true energy with his consciousness during every cultivation session, not wasting any true power.

  The effect of doing so was also remarkable, and he spent only two years to transform the pale yellow True Qi in his body into deep yellow True Qi.

  Thus cultivating the current him, a fifteen-year-old yellow-grade post-stage martial artist!

  "If my cultivation speed can maintain an average of two and a half years to break through one level, then it is not impossible for me to reach the initial stage of the Purple Rank at that age."

  Having thought it through clearly, Ling Qingyan's heart was certain.

  Although he didn't know why his consciousness was different from others, Ling Qingyan knew that this would do him no harm.

  Perhaps it is precisely because of one's own consciousness being different from that of ordinary people, that one can have more capital to protect oneself in this world that worships the strongest.

  ………

  "Hum! Are you guys from the Nan Gong family something great? We, the Mu Rong family, are not afraid of you! This inn has already been booked by our Mu Rong family!"

  Suddenly, a rough and disdainful voice came from not far in front of Ling Qingyan, interrupting his train of thought.

  Lifting his head, through the light of the street lamps, he could vaguely see two groups of people confronting each other at the entrance of "Yunlai Inn".

  "What a mighty prestige the Murong family has! As far as I know, there are at least ten sects and families that have come to Moyun City this time. And yet, there are only five inns in this small city of Moyun. Does your Murong family dare to take over all the inns?"

  Facing the arrogance of the leader of the Murong family, a faint blue glow appeared between the hands of the leader of the Nangong family, as if they were ready to fight at any moment.

  "You think the Nan Gong family wants to resort to violence?!"

  As the leader of the Murong family let out a stern shout, after shallow blue true energy was released from around his body, seven or eight people behind him also emitted waves of light...

  Everything is green!

  "Fight back? You think you're worthy?"

  As a hoarse voice sounded, behind the leader of the Nan Gong family, a short and elderly figure slowly emerged.

  "Uncle Xian..."

  The head of the Nangong family saw the old man come out and respectfully retreated behind him.

  Wow!

  The old man's thin right hand slowly stretched out, and a shallow purple light suddenly burst forth, making the dark night even more eerie.

  "Violet Rank Initial Stage!"

  The seven or eight people from the Murong family couldn't help but exclaim in shock, and the true energy they had released outside their bodies was suddenly withdrawn. They didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of a purple-level warrior.

  "Haha! Old Hidden, I didn't expect the Nan Gong family to let you out this time!"

  A similarly aged voice rang out, and a sturdy old man who was also emitting an eerie pale purple glow jumped out of the second-floor window of the inn behind the crowd.

  Same Purple Primary Rank!

  Ling Qingyan flashed into a small path on one side and headed home from another road.

  "This... is another Violet Rank Initial Stage Warrior, and two of them appeared at once. It seems that this time, Moyun City will really change its sky!"

  "First was that Water Rhythm, then that mysterious Drunkard, and now this so-called Murong Family, Nangong Family."

  "I hope this turmoil in Moyuncheng won't involve my family, the Lings."