Chapter Forty-Four: Where Did This Little Pervert Come From?

  Ling Wushuang folded his arms and coldly shouted: "Louder!"

  "I want!"

  "I want!"

  "I want!"

  A unanimous voice, shaking heaven and earth, lingering in the night sky for a long time.

  "Alright..." Ling Wu Xuan finally stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "Those who want to become stronger, take one step forward."

  The young men of the Zhong family gazed with burning eyes at that extraordinary figure, their blood boiling with excitement, their footsteps uniform and synchronized, afraid to fall behind, they stepped forward in unison.

  There is no one in this world who does not want to become stronger, it's just that they often neglect themselves.

  At this time, Ling Wu's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he looked around at the crowd, asking: "You have the best conditions, you have the best family support, but why can't you be strong like others? Why can't you do what others can do? Now, even I, a useless person, am better than you. What else can you do besides muddle along and wait for death? What can the Ling family use you parasites for?"

  Ling Wushuang's voice was cold and severe, even using himself as a comparison, his words were merciless, every sentence, every word, like a warning bell, accurately striking the hearts of everyone, piercing to the heart, leaving no room for escape.

  The Ling family disciples felt somewhat embarrassed and lowered their heads in shame, also feeling a sense of injustice. Why was this? Why couldn't they do it either?

  "What you lack is desire, the desire to become stronger. Faith is power, and with determination, there is hope!" Ling Wusuo stepped slowly up the ten-tiered high platform, gazed out at the vast school grounds, and shouted loudly: "Now, if you want to get stronger, this is where it begins!"

  Ling Wushuang's voice was cold and stern, yet it carried a sense of hot blood and passion. Her slender figure, though small in stature, exuded an aura that belonged to royalty. This one person alone could make the world lose its color, issuing commands to all under heaven, with none daring to disobey!

  "Desire, faith, persistence, hope, these things I have, and each of you has!"

  These words, like a wake-up call, awakened the crowd from their dull and monotonous life, and stirred up the deepest power in their hearts. But what Ling Wu didn't know was that from this moment on, the black figure standing on the tenth floor of the high platform, that elusive figure, had become the eternal idol in the hearts of the Ling family disciples, even surpassing everything else!

  Ling Wu's eyes gleamed with a fierce light, her red lips curled up, and she asked loudly: "When the sea reaches its end, the sky is the shore; when the mountain is climbed to the top, I am the peak. Such conviction, such desire, such goals, do you dare to have?"

  Everyone's heart trembled, I climbed to the top of the mountain and became the peak. What kind of momentum is this? They are so tiny, can they really do it?

  "Just tell me, dare you think like that!" Ling Wu Xuan swiftly counterattacked, leaving no room for retreat.

  "We dare! We dare!"

  The Ling family disciples, after a slight hesitation, responded in unison. Their fervent voices echoed across the empty school grounds for a long time. Of course they dared, what was there not to dare? If Miss Wú could do it, they would too, even if their heads were broken and bleeding!

  "Mountain climbing to the top, I am the peak" Lian Ling Lao Yezi listened to this stirring speech and couldn't help but feel his blood boiling. His old eyes stared at Ling Wusuo's back, shaking his head in astonishment. Was this still the little Wusuo who would only hide behind him, crying and throwing tantrums? It seemed that every moment, this little rabbit was giving him surprises. Even he couldn't handle these useless people, but with just a few words from Wusuo, they were suddenly subdued and obedient.

  "Very good." Ling Wu Xiang hooked his lips into a shallow smile, finally revealing a relatively satisfied smile. He opened his mouth and said, "Now that you are a person of the Earth Mystic, step aside."

  Thousands of Ling family disciples, about thirty people lined up, each with their heads held high and chests out, looking radiant and excited, their eyes darting around, proud and confident. Fortunately, they had worked hard to practice their skills, determined to make a good impression in front of Miss Wuduan.

  Is that all? Ling Wu Xiang almost imperceptibly shook his head and said: "Now, divide into thirty small groups. Each group will be led by Di Xu, let's go!"

  As soon as Ling Wushuang's words fell, the crowd rustled and moved extremely quickly. In just a few minutes, on the square, thirty teams of people stood in formation.

  Ling Wusuo walked slowly down the stairs, her knee-high boots making a soft sound with each step. A gentle smile played on her lips, like a rare orchid blooming in a mountain valley. However, it didn't quite have the effect of making everyone's teeth ache. Her sharp eyes gleamed with a harmless smile as she spoke slowly and calmly: "What I'm about to say is that imagination can indeed be beautiful, but the process... whether you can endure it or not is another matter altogether. If someone wants to back out now, it's still possible. But if you call for a stop midway, don't blame me for not showing mercy."

  The last sentence, like a cool breeze blowing by, made everyone tremble with fear, swallowing hard, yet not one person retreated; damn it, even if they had to risk their lives, they couldn't let Miss Wudang look down on them.

  "Not bad, not bad, it seems that everyone is very determined." Ling Wushuang was quite satisfied with the reaction of the crowd. He waved his hand and said, "From now on, every single one of you can go to Dan Tang and receive ten Heart Protecting Pills."

  This sound, neither light nor heavy, was like a thunderclap that exploded in everyone's mind.

  Hu Xīn Dān, a healing-type spiritual elixir. The Earth Spiritual Elixir can only be consumed by direct descendants of the family, but Hu Xīn Dān is several times more effective than that. Not only does it have healing effects, but it also enhances one's mystical powers. One person gets ten pills? Roughly estimating, there are at least a thousand people here, which means 10,000 Hu Xīn Dān pills! Where did the Ling family's Dan Tang get so many from? Even if the Ling family's alchemists didn't eat or drink and worked tirelessly for ten years, it wouldn't be enough. Either Miss Wú Shuāng has gone crazy or they have hearing problems and are hallucinating.

  "Huh, I'm telling you, this little rabbit!" Ling Jing Tian heard these words and sprang up from the black wooden chair with a "thud", whatever he said was outrageous, where did he go to find so many heart-protecting pills?!

  "Father" Ling Moqiu was quick and agile, stretching out his hand to grab hold of Old Man Ling and pressing him back into the large chair. His expression also had a hint of being at a loss for words, but he said: "Since Wú Shuāng has spoken up, then he must have a plan, so don't interfere."

  Crowd of Lingjia disciples, take a look at me, I'll take a look at you, it can't be that everyone's ears are malfunctioning, right? That's Miss Wú Shuāng...

  "You didn't hear wrong" Ling Wu Xiang's face seemed to smile yet not, saying it somewhat casually, "It's just ten Heart Protecting Dan, I believe you will find them useful, perhaps, they might not be enough either."

  They didn't mishear, each of them has ten Heart Protecting Pellets! The crowd couldn't believe it at the same time, and they all shivered in unison. Ten Heart Protecting Pellets aren't enough to use, my dear mother, what are they going to be tortured into?

  Ling Wusong continued: "But it doesn't matter, as long as you all work hard to train, the more precious elixirs will only increase, not decrease."

  Everyone was like they had been injected with chicken blood, and the precious elixir was given to them by Miss Wú Shuāng with a wave of her hand. If they didn't work hard to cultivate, it would be a waste of this person's gift.

  "Also, each team leader, hurry back and tidy up quickly, starting tomorrow, follow me to a place for training, which will last for seven days. Others should not slack off either, I will make arrangements."

  As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd looked at the team leader in front of them with envy and hatred. How could they have been so stupid before and not trained hard? If they had reached the level of Di Xuan, they would have been able to follow Miss Ling Wu. The dozens of team leaders who were named, however, were beaming with pride, but little did they know that Ling Wu was about to pour a bucket of cold water over them.

  However, the captain of each team is not fixed. The capable one takes it, and there is a fair and open challenge. If someone among you can defeat the captain, this position will be yours.

  As soon as the sentence was finished, the crowd behind the team glared with wolf-like eyes, clenched their fists and rubbed their palms, almost pouncing on them. The team leaders felt a sense of crisis rising to their hearts, thinking secretly: My peerless lady, can't you just finish your sentence? If not, even if we risk our lives, we cannot be surpassed by others!

  At this time, Canaan College, a white-bearded old man, was jumping up and down in the alchemy hall, shouting loudly, his voice shaking the sky and earth, startling countless birds. "Ling Wusuo, you little deceitful girl! Come back to me! And Ling Qingtian, you old scoundrel, wait for me, wait for me!"

  Next to the bookshelf, a tall and slender figure of a Taoist priest stood quietly, with a scroll of medicinal classics in his hand. His jade-like fingers occasionally turned a page, oblivious to the surrounding clamor. The elegant eyebrows were also expressionless.

  "Heavens, you, how could you indulge that little girl's nonsense?" The old director looked at the empty medicine shelves around him, beating his chest and stamping his feet. How was he deceived by that harmless smile of hers? He regretted it so much.

  Tian Ye Yun couldn't help but smile softly, holding a book volume, with her hands behind her back, and with every gesture, she exuded elegance and nobility. Her words were laced with pampering as she smiled shallowly: "It's just a bit of medicinal material, little girl needs to practice her skills."

  "You're just talking about a little bit of medicine, a little bit? Still just practicing hands!?" Tianye Yun and Ling Wushuang were indeed worthy of being master and apprentice, their skills in annoying people were top-notch.

  The old director was so angry that he jumped up and down, his heart aching with anxiety. He shouted: "This is infuriating! That old scoundrel Ling Jing Tian, where did he get this little freak from? Why didn't he tell me earlier?"

  How could he have known that this little scoundrel, alone and in just a few days, would actually use up the amount of medicine that other alchemists would need for ten years! If she comes again a few more times, it's likely that the entire Canaan Academy will be ruined by her. He must order someone to guard the academy gate and not let this little freak in, even if they have to kill her.