Chapter 10

Trouble is coming!

“Bang!”

With a crisp sound, a teacup with exquisite patterns was smashed to pieces.

Ling Yaozu was filled with rage and kept venting his anger on fragile objects.

"Damn it, he's already a cripple, but he's still living such a comfortable life. Are you really causing trouble for me?!"

Ling Yaozu gasped for breath and became angrier the more he thought about it.

I thought that the useless guy would live in poverty and depression in an unheard-of poor mountain valley, but I didn't expect that he could actually earn spirit stones? !

How could a useless person like him earn spirit stones? Are you trying to save up to buy something to repair your Dantian? joke!

"Young master, calm down. Your ladyship will be sad if you get sick from anger." The servant at the side handed over a chair and said flatteringly.

Ling Yaozu sat on the chair, his chest still rising and falling violently. He ordered in a cold voice, "Find a few people to take back all the spirit stones. He is a useless person and does not deserve to have so many spirit stones!"

"Yes, I'll do it right away!"

After the servant left, Ling Yaozu's eyes revealed even more ferocity.

He didn't like Ling Mochen, or rather, he hated him. Every time he heard good news from him, he couldn't help but get angry.

He is obviously his father's favorite son, but when people mention the Ling family and the second branch, they always talk about him!

It's really...an eyesore.

Ling Yaozu let out a low growl, "Damn you Ling Mochen, you used to steal my limelight, and now that you've become a cripple you still dare to get in my way, so don't blame me for not giving you a good life!"

The gloomy words echoed in the closed cabin, and in this empty cabin it seemed more like they were spoken to oneself.

......

The noise in Ling Yaozu's room also reached the ears of many people, including the head of the Ling family.

The head of the Ling family looked annoyed after hearing this. Ling Yaozu was spoiled by his father.

Thinking of his good-for-nothing second brother, the head of the Ling family was filled with disgust.

At the beginning, my father was partial to me, and the marriage proposal of a third-grade alchemist unexpectedly fell on my second brother instead of him.

I heard that Ling Mochen's grandfather was originally born into a large family with a late Jindan master. As a result, the ancestor died outside while going out for training, and the family fell into decline under the suppression of hostile forces.

This man wandered around with his daughter and was accidentally rescued by the previous head of the Ling family. When he was dying, he entrusted his daughter's marriage to the Ling family.

When my second brother first married a third-rank alchemist, he showed off everywhere. But after a while, he began to get bored with her and found a concubine who was nice and beautiful. But after a few years, he made this concubine die of depression.

The head of the Ling family was so angry that he wanted to curse loudly. Does this idiot know the importance of a third-grade alchemist?

"Master, do you want to stop them?" Ling Xin, the Ling family's housekeeper, asked.

"Weiling ointment..."

The head of the Ling family murmured and shook his head after a while.

"Forget it." The head of the Ling family sighed.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't continue practicing, let alone become an alchemist. It was time for him to shift his focus away from his second brother's family and focus on the elite disciples in the clan.

......

Ling Mochen didn't know yet that his restless brother was planning to cause trouble for him again.

Amid the loud calls of the cuckoo, in the open space in the backyard, a figure waved his fists, creating gusts of wind.

Body training is also the foundation of cultivation, but there are very few mortals who can enter the innate state through martial arts. There is no complete cultivation system for this path yet, but it is also the only method of cultivation that mortals without spiritual roots can find.

It is also of great benefit to those who practice Taoism.

After body training, Ling Mochen planned to go to town to buy the next batch of seeds needed for planting.

The streets of Yujiang Town are very quiet, with only a few pedestrians on the road.

Ling Mochen had just arrived at the town entrance in his carriage and was about to go to his familiar old place.

The carriage was moving slowly, and when it was about to pass by a restaurant, suddenly, Ling Mochen heard a familiar voice.

"Damn it! You call this a signature dish?!"

"Okay, it's good enough that we have something to eat in this shabby place. After we finish the work, Master Ling will give us a reward, and then we can go to Zui Xiang Lou for a good drink!"

"The town is so dilapidated, I wonder how dilapidated Yujiang Village must be? I never thought that the former prodigy of the Ling family would end up like this."

"There will be something worse soon. This job is so easy, haha!"

"......"

Ling Mochen listened quietly, his expression changing from indifferent at the beginning to increasingly ugly.

The air around the carriage suddenly became a little dull.

"Ling! Yao! Zu!"

Ling Mochen gritted his teeth. His life had just gotten a little better, and this man came to cause trouble for him. This was really too much!

Ling Mochen glanced at the people in the restaurant in front of him with a cold gaze, and left the place silently.

There is a narrow road on the way from Yujiang Village to the town, where there are lush vegetation and many rocks, which is very suitable for setting traps.

There were not many pedestrians today. Apart from the village chief of Yujiang Village, no one else passed by.

Ling Mochen carefully led the man away from his trap, gave him some change and told him not to tell anyone.

The village chief didn't want to get into trouble, so he took the silver and left with a smile.

Soon, the four lackeys of Ling Yaozu arrived.

Ling Mochen hid behind a rock nearby, his eyes calm.

This is all he can do in half an hour.

People in the Qi Refining Stage only know a few more spells than ordinary people, so they can handle it if they are careful, Ling Mochen thought.

Qingyan cannot be implicated in the feud between him and Ling Yaozu!

The four of them looked very relaxed and were talking and laughing along the way.

"Haha, what do you think Master Chen is doing now?"

"So depressed that you can't even sleep?"

"How can that be possible? Don't forget why we are here."

"Oh yeah, that Wei Ling ointment!"

"Haha, you have a bad memory... Aaaaaaaaah!"

A terrifying scream echoed in the empty path. The leading man was halfway through his words when he suddenly flew into the air and his whole body flew uncontrollably onto a rock nearby.

Bang!

The edge of the rock was sharp. In an instant, the back of his head hit it hard, and a pool of blood stained the gray rock.

Something unexpected happened!

The other three people had no time to react, as suddenly, several huge rocks rolled down from both sides of them with great momentum.

Seeing that the boulder was about to hit them, Ling Mochen seized the opportunity and pulled the vines in his hand with force. One by one, the vines stretched out from the loose soil under the dense green grass and straightened up, tripping the three people who were trying to dodge.

“Ouch!”

"who?!"

boom! boom! boom!

The boulder didn't give them a chance to get up and fell straight down on them.

“Puff!”

The three of them hurriedly gathered their energy to resist the impact of the boulder, and their blood and qi churned and they couldn't help but spurt out blood.

One of them immediately turned around and looked in the direction of Ling Mochen. That move just now had exposed Ling Mochen's position.

The three of them went out not without preparation. They immediately took out a rejuvenation pill and threw it into their mouths to regulate their luck.

There was some disappointment in Ling Mochen's eyes, the time was too short and he didn't have any extra tools to set a better trap. The current situation was already his limit.

A dagger quietly appeared in his hand. This was the weapon he had just bought in town, using five boxes of Wei Ling ointment to buy it.

A yellow-grade, lower-level magical weapon.

"Master Chen, you are so capable!" The enemy's face was ferocious and his murderous intent was not concealed at all.

They were actually made so miserable by a useless person. It's truly a shame for the immortal cultivators!

Ling Mochen knew that he had been exposed, and slowly walked out of his hiding place.

His face was calm and his breath was steady, but his eyes were also filled with undisguised murderous intent.

The war is about to break out.

Ling Mochen's eyes flickered slightly, and at this moment he had only one thought in his mind.

'Whether they live or die, the issue must be resolved here. We must not let them enter Yujiang Village! '

As soon as the thought came to his mind, suddenly, his peripheral vision moved slightly, and a very familiar figure came from the corner.

Ling Mochen's pupils suddenly contracted.

A chilling voice came faintly, like a messenger from hell who was taking souls and claiming lives, carrying boundless murderous aura, pressing towards the three people who had just stood up.

"Can he be killed?"