Chapter Fifteen A Glimmer of Hope

  The moon was like a jade plate, with a faint glow, near midnight, in the Lin family's study, there were faint sounds of conversation.

  Ling Tian gazed at the person in front of him, his face filled with helplessness, and sighed: "Mo Qiu, this time you're back, don't think about leaving again. The current situation of the Ling family is not optimistic."

  In the center of the study, a man stood, wearing a gray long gown, covered in dust, with some fatigue on his face, but unable to suppress the faint firmness between his eyebrows.

  "Dad, forgive me for not being filial this time. I'll only be back for a few days before leaving again. Only when my dantian is healed can I be of use to the Ling family." Ling Moqiu's face revealed mockery, "Otherwise, what's the point of talking about helping the Ling family? How can I face my deceased brothers?"

  Why wasn't it him who died? In these years, he has been muddle-headed and has long been worse off than dead.

  This man is Ling Moqiu, the youngest son of Ling Tian. More than a decade ago, Ling Hao, Ling Yue and Ling Moqiu were ambushed by a group of mysterious people. At that time, Ling Moqiu was still young and his dantian was destroyed in one move, rendering him completely useless. However, under the protection of his two elder brothers, he managed to escape.

  Ling Tian had three sons, one died and one was injured. The youngest son, Ling Hao, who was the most beloved by Old Master Ling, a rare genius of the Ling family, had already become a Saint at a young age. He was also the father of Ling Wushuang. Now, there was no news from him. A series of blows made Ling Tian heartbroken and bedridden for a long time. If not for the fact that the Ling family had no one to rely on and his granddaughter had no one to care for her, he might have just let go and left.

  The Ling family also began to decline from that time on, the first position of the four major families, in the wind and rain, shaky, various forces, staring covetously.

  "Ah" recalling his thoughts, Old Man Ling stroked his beard, shook his head and sighed softly, "Mo Qiu, having spiritual power doesn't represent everything, not having spiritual power can also help the Ling family."

  He only has two sons left, Ling Cang is the one he understands best, but his mind is vicious and he can't become a great talent. The Ling family can't be handed over to him, and Mo Qiu has become like this now, is it that heaven wants to destroy the Ling family?

  Ling Mo Autumn bitterly smiled and shook his head, "Without real power, how can I make everyone in the Ling family convinced?"

  How could he not know, Dad was just comforting him.

  Ling Tian's expression turned cold and he shouted: "It's settled then, now that everyone is back, no one is allowed to leave the Ling household again!"

  The dantian is ruined, and it's all because of the return to heaven technique. What can be done to rectify it? Mo Qiu's temperament is just too stubborn.

  "Did you hear that?" Seeing Mo Qiu press her lips and not speak, Old Man Ling was truly angry. Mo Qiu didn't have a single thread of spiritual power, traveling outside, how could he be at ease?

  Who would have thought that Ling Mo's hand in his sleeve clenched into a fist, and his tone became even more resolute: "Father, please forgive your child for being unfilial. Everything can be discussed, but this matter, Mo Qiu will absolutely not give up."

  "Scoundrel!" Ling Qing Tian slammed his fist on the table and stood up, his eyebrows furrowed in anger. "You... you this..."

  "Master, master, something big has happened!" Just as Ling Tian wanted to scold him, a servant rushed in from outside the door, stumbling and falling, his face pale with fear. "Something big has happened! Miss Wusuo was injured at Mingxi Tower, injured, injured, injured..."

  "What, Musashi has been injured again!?" Having experienced many similar situations before, Ling Tian's first reaction was that Musashi had been bullied again. This incident was like adding fuel to the fire.

  Ling Tian burst into a rage, his energy like that of a fighting bull. "Who is it this time? How dare you! You're simply taking advantage of the fact that the Ling family has no one to stand up for us!"

  "No, no, it's not like that, master. It's not, it's..." The man's face was somewhat distorted, his face flushed red, and his words were hesitant.

  "Is it or isn't it!" Ling Qingtian was a hot-tempered person, and with a loud slap on the table, he turned sideways and walked towards the door, worriedly saying: "Could Wuduan have suffered serious injuries, or become crippled?"

  He thought the little rabbit had turned over a new leaf, so he was honest for a few days and then slipped out again. Who knows what kind of trouble he's gotten into this time? Can't they just let him worry a bit less?

  The attendant swallowed hard, his face twisted in a grimace. "No, it was Miss Musō who... with one kick, she crippled the young master of the Kokuryūin household."

  "Huh?" Ling Tian's footsteps, which were just about to leave, came to a sudden stop. He turned his head back in surprise and asked: "What did you say?"

  Wu Shuang is not good at Xuan Qi, others don't bully her, he's already burning incense, when will it be her turn to bully others? Ling Lao Ye has a deep frown, what's the situation now, did he still neglect something?

  "Master of the house, listen to me, it's like this," said the servant, taking a few deep breaths before slowly explaining the whole story.

  Ling Tian heard that Ling Wu had kicked Li Minghui, a fifth-grade Di Xuan, flying with one foot. His eyes gleamed brightly, his beard shook, and he suddenly clapped his hands together, shouting: "Great kick!"

  Radiant with joy, applauding with praise, a four-word phrase, full of momentum.

  "Master of the house..." A black line emerged from the servant's head. I said, Master of the house, did you hear the key point clearly? The key point.

  The attendant had been holding it in for a long time, but couldn't bear it anymore, and quietly reminded him: "Master, the one who kicked Unmatched Miss to disability is the young master of the Guardian General's Mansion, the most beloved grandson of Sword Saint Li Tianyi."

  Jian Sheng Li Tianyi, in Donglin country, even when meeting the emperor, he would yield three points of courtesy and be treated as a superior guest. This unmatched young lady's courage is a bit too great, she really dares to take action, daring to kick anyone.

  "Hmph——" Who knew, Ling Tian swung his sleeve and put his hands behind his back, angrily saying: "He is Li Tianyi's grandson, just a grandson. Is my own grandson not a grandson? His grandson has a grandfather who dotes on him, but my own grandson doesn't have a grandfather who loves him?"

  The attendant's face turned dark upon hearing this, and the relationship became complicated.

  Ling Kong Tian snorted, his sleeves fluttering fiercely as he took a step back and sat down in the large chair beside him. "Others may fear Li Tian Yi, but I, old man, do not! I'll just sit here and wait for Li Tian Yi to come find me to argue!"

  He dominated the sky and lived a lifetime, never afraid of anyone. Is his granddaughter supposed to be bullied by Li Minghui without fighting back? What kind of twisted logic is this!

  The servant was stunned and forgot to mention that Tianye Yun intervened from behind, which is a crucial part.

  Ling Mo's eyebrows furrowed slightly. After all these years, he had shown little concern for Wu Shuang. It was truly a shame to Third Brother. However, Wu Shuang was born with a useless body and couldn't gather spiritual energy, unlike him who had been crippled on purpose.

  Thinking of this, Ling Moqiu's heart was once again filled with a wave of gloominess, his face slightly sinking. "Father, I'll go down first."

  "Go ahead, you just came back, first tell the servants to clean up." Old Master Ling stroked his beard and responded with a somewhat helpless tone.

  This matter is not urgent and needs to be done in a moment. If he is forced, this kid may quietly leave at any time without warning.

  Suddenly, Ling Lao's mind flashed with an inexplicable idea. Wú Shuāng was exceptionally talented in alchemy; perhaps that little rabbit had a way to save Fourth Master's dantian after all.

  "Ah, how could I have forgotten that!" Old Man Ling slapped his thigh, muttering to himself, his eyes shining brightly. The more he thought about it, the more hopeful he became. That little rabbit had given him too many surprises lately.

  Ling Lao Yezi was lost in thought, and before he could say anything, Ling Moqiu had already nodded and retreated, his face gloomy and unresponsive, without uttering a word.

  By the side of Mirror Lake, the bright moon's reflection ripples with the lake's light, sparkling and undulating. The cool lake breeze wraps around the tender grass's scent, spreading through the air.

  In the fragrant grass, Ling Wu sat cross-legged with her eyes slightly closed, concentrating on her breathing, and feeling a strange aura that was separated from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, flowing slowly along her meridians. However, as soon as it reached her dantian, it disappeared without a trace, like a mud cow entering the sea.

  After running for several weeks without results, Ling Wushuang let out a low sigh and opened his eyes. "This body is indeed a useless piece of trash, just like a funnel, whatever goes in comes out, it seems that the Tian Chi Zhu fruit must be found."

  "When it comes to uselessness, no one can surpass Fourth Uncle"

  Just as Ling Wu Shuang stood up and patted the grass dust off his body, preparing to leave, a self-deprecating remark suddenly reached his ears.