Chapter 43: Do You Want to Get Stronger?!

  After getting rid of Li Mei and her group's entanglement, Ling Wushuang rushed back to the Ling family at midnight.

  Ling Family Plaza, where the Ling family's younger generation trained, honed their skills, and received family lessons, as well as conveyed important events. At this time, the sky was dark and thick with heavy clouds, and the huge school grounds were brightly lit, with dozens of giant braziers placed along the edges, supported by high frames, with flames dancing and crackling loudly, casting a reddish glow on the faces of thousands of Ling family members.

  The Ling family, apart from the direct and collateral descendants, also has attached outsiders. The direct line of descent, except for a small number of Ling's main family members and their disciples, is now only left with Ling Wushuang and Ling Moqiu. Today, on the school grounds, there are over a thousand people, but the direct line of descent can be counted on one hand, sparse and few. It can be seen that the worrying prospects for the Ling family have reached what extent. However, Ling Qingtian's breakthrough is like a reassurance pill, a strong stimulant for the gradually declining Ling family and its descendants who are running out of energy!

  The master of the house has broken through to the Holy Rank! The mysterious teacher had been dreaming of it day and night, exhausting his entire life in pursuit of the title of Saint. Their master has finally achieved it, and now the Ling family is not to be trifled with. Even royal nobles must carefully weigh their actions.

  Ling Tiancang sat on the high platform of black wood, wearing a long blue robe, with his two sons Ling Cang and Ling Moqiu standing beside him. He stroked his beard lightly, silent and motionless, with piercing eyes that shone brightly. His demeanor was majestic and dignified, full of energy, with an aura of mystery surrounding him like an ancient sword, its sharpness hidden from view.

  "Today, I have summoned everyone here to discuss a few matters. Firstly, I want to remind you all of something." Ling Tian's gaze swept slowly across the crowd below, his tone calm and steady. After a moment of contemplation, he continued, "Although I was fortunate enough to break through to the Sacred Realm, this does not mean that you can rely on this achievement and act recklessly. You must remember that there are always those stronger than you, and there is always someone beyond your reach."

  Ling's thunderous roar shook everyone within a short distance of him, leaving them dizzy and disoriented.

  If it's a Ling family child, relying on the family owning a sacred rank to act tyrannically and bully the innocent, what's the difference between that and the evil deeds of the Guardian General's Manor? And if Ling Tian is upright all his life, what's the difference between him and that old scoundrel Li Tianyi?

  "The most important thing is not to slack off in training, but rather, we must intensify our efforts to improve ourselves." Ling Tian added, his face stern and unyielding, with a hint of unknown worry flashing across the dark depths of his eyes. "Did you hear that? I want all of you to remember this point."

  If everyone relaxes their training just because the head of the household has broken through to the Holy Stage, then Ling Tian's hundred-year period will be the end of the Ling family. As soon as Ling Tian broke through to the Holy Stage, he gathered everyone to give a speech, wanting to sound a loud alarm bell, and it was not without reason.

  It is...

  Below, the Ling family's juniors were very perfunctory, casually responding with a sound, each still full of joy on their faces, without much change, unable to see any sense of crisis. The family head had already broken through to the Holy Stage, now who dares to provoke the Ling family? Even walking horizontally in Donglin, no one dared to care about them, why were they still training so bitterly? Only an idiot would do that!

  Listening to that faint, mosquito-like reply, the insect's brow furrowed into a tight knot, like a twisted hemp rope. Feeling the crowd's insincere words, his anger surged up even more fiercely. This bunch of useless, crumbling mud!

  "Louder, haven't you eaten dinner yet!" Just as Ling Jing Tian was about to shout out, a cold and clear female voice suddenly rang out. The girl's crisp voice was like a cold wind blowing from all directions, sweeping in.

  The silver bottle bursts, swords and knives ring out in unison, clanging with force, and throwing to the ground with a loud noise!

  A chill ran down everyone's spine, like icy water poured over their heads on a cold winter day. Who was speaking? He was even more cautious than the master of the house himself.

  Ling Wushuang emerged from somewhere, wearing a black tight-fitting outfit, knee-high boots, and a high ponytail. Her face was stunningly beautiful, her posture elegant and refreshing. She walked slowly out of the shadows, her back to the crowd, and winked at Ling Lao Ye and Ling Moqiu with a sly smile.

  Ling's eyes revealed a hint of surprise and delight, it turned out to be this little rabbit, Old Master Ling's eyes gleamed with a faint light, one hand slowly stroking his beard, nodding almost imperceptibly towards Ling Wusuo, then he sat back down in the large black wooden chair.

  "Peerless?" Ling Mo's eyes widened in surprise. This little girl wasn't at Canaan Academy, how did she sneak back?

  Ling Wushuang's red lips curled slightly, and after receiving the old man's signal, she turned around to face everyone. Her expression suddenly darkened, her eyebrows furrowed, and a cold glint appeared between them as she said in a chilly tone, "Do you know what you're lacking?"

  Everyone looks at me, I look at you, some don't understand the meaning of Ling Wu Shuang's words. In the Ling family, they don't have to worry about food or drink, and now they can even walk on the street with their heads held high. What else do they lack? It seems like they lack nothing.

  "Do you know why you can't move forward!?"

  The next sentence, however, struck a chord in the hearts of many people. Among those present, the Ling family's younger generation who had broken through to the Profound Realm were few and far between. Those who were stuck at the Profound Realm boundary were too numerous to count, and there were even some who were still struggling at the lowest level of Profound Scholar, secretly worrying in frustration.

  "Hmph, what qualifications do you have to speak of us? Even if you can refine a few broken elixirs, aren't you still a useless waste who can't cultivate Xuanli?"

  The speaker was one of Ling Cang's most valued disciples, about twenty years old, with a good talent, and had now reached the third-grade Xuan boundary. Receiving a hint from Ling Cang's eyes, he immediately stood up and walked to Ling Wushuang's side, opening his mouth to provoke and tease him.

  "It's laughable, you're a waste of space, and yet you think you can teach us how to train properly"

  Ling Wushuang's expression didn't change, his eyes still fixed straight ahead. Before the man could even blink, Ling Wushuang struck out with a horizontal blow, punching him squarely on the bridge of his nose. The sound of shattering bone was followed by anguished wails as the man's nose began to bleed profusely. He fell backwards, landing stiffly on the ground, sending up clouds of dust.

  "This trash can still beat you until you're picking up your teeth from the ground." Ling Wusuo calmly retracted his hand, his words were light and casual, but his body was surging with profound energy.

  "Nine-Pin Earth Xuan" Old Master Ling jumped up from his chair like a fire burning his buttocks, his eyes wide as a cow's, shocked to the point of being speechless. How could Wu Shuang have reached Nine-Pin Earth Xuan without him knowing? This little rabbit, how could he hide such an important thing from him?!

  "It's only been a few days and it's already broken through again" Ling Moqiu seemed to be scared into a habit, muttering in an unbelievable tone.

  "What's going on?" Old Man Ling was puzzled.

  Looking at Ling Tian's ghostly face, Ling Moqiu stood aside, stretched out his hand to touch the bridge of his nose, and secretly thought that he should not speak here. If Old Master knew that Wú Shuāng had jumped from seventh-grade Xuan in one night, and then jumped to ninth-grade in a few days, he would probably faint directly with two eyes rolled back.

  "Hateful" heart aching for his younger brother, Ling Cang was furious, gritting his teeth and twisting his face, this waste had actually reached the 9th rank of Xuan!

  At this time, the Ling family disciples' eyes were burning with desire, and their gaze at Ling Wu Xuan changed again. The 15-year-old Ninth Grade Di Xian, Tian Ye's personally taught disciple, a promising alchemist with unlimited prospects, the treasure in the hands of the Holy Master of the Ling Family - no matter which identity, they were all unattainable for them.

  Ling Wushuang stepped on the person who was knocked to the ground, ignoring him as if he had just swatted a mosquito away. He looked around with an air of superiority, his eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity that seemed to rival the grandeur of mountains and oceans. In a loud voice, he declared: "Do you want to become stronger? Do you want to stand above others? Do you want to be revered by thousands through your own strength?"

  A shrill voice, swirling and surging.

  "Tell me, you guys, want or not?"

  Ling family disciples, each with fiery eyes and clenched fists, their fighting spirit soaring!

  "I want"

  The response was uniform and resonant, echoing across the sky, lingering in the night air for a long time.

  They think, of course they think!

  Young men and women, full of vigor and spirit, who doesn't have hot blood? Who doesn't have passion? Who doesn't have aspirations for the future? Ling Wu's words were powerful and sonorous, like a huge stone thrown into their calm and hopeless hearts, stirring up turbulent waves!