Chapter Thirty-Four: Who is the Useless Person

  On the path, four or five young men surrounded Lin Ling in the middle.

  "Is this the waste that you mentioned, who only entered the sect because of a problem with the Spiritual Stone?" The one leading was a youth about 15 or 16 years old. The youth wore a blue brocade robe and had an arrogant expression, currently looking away to ask Ling Muyan beside him.

  The young man's name was Bu Hong, and at a young age he had already reached the ninth level of martial arts. With an older brother who was an inner disciple, in the outer sect he was also considered to be a small overlord.

  "It's this guy." Ling Mu Yan looked at Ling Lin, who was surrounded by several people in the middle, and sneered, "A waste like him, who has been cultivating for over a decade but is still only at the third realm of martial arts, even if he joined the Qing Yuan Sect, would only bring shame to the sect."

  Cultivators compete for resources and benefits, so some small gangs have also emerged. And this young man named Bu Hong is obviously the core of this small gang. By chance, Ling Muyan got to know Bu Hong, a legendary figure among outer disciples, and gradually entered his gang.

  This time, he accidentally bumped into Ling Lin, whom he hadn't seen in a long time. An evil thought suddenly appeared in Ling Muyan's mind.

  He had actually entered the Qingyuan Sect with this waste, and Ling Muyan's heart had been uncomfortable for a long time, and he had always regarded it as a shame. At that time, he secretly vowed that once he arrived at the Qingyuan Sect, he would teach this waste a good lesson, letting him know that as a waste, he should have the appearance of a waste. Not every place can be visited. It's just that there were many things to do when they first entered the sect gate, and also didn't know where Ling Lin was, so he hadn't gone to find trouble with Ling Lin yet.

  Today, Ling Muyan finally met by chance and couldn't let go of such a great opportunity, so he staged this whole thing.

  Looking at the two faces that were slightly similar, Bu Hong found it amusing. Generally, cultivators from the same family had a good relationship, after all, as cultivators, their days were still long and arduous, and having one more person to support each other on the long and difficult path of cultivation was definitely a great thing. Especially since they came from the same family, they were even more trustworthy than outsiders. And yet, these two guys had a grudge against each other!

  Bu Hong wasn't the first time to hear about Ling Lin from Ling Muyan's mouth. As a member of a noble family, at 16 years old, he only had the strength of the third level of martial arts, which was indeed a waste. He glanced at Ling Lin lightly and lost interest immediately. If Ling Lin's strength was good, he would even take the initiative to resolve the grudge between them and try to absorb him into his own group, one more person, one more share of power. But for a waste like Ling Lin, Bu Hong didn't have any interest at all. Since Ling Muyan in his own gang had a feud with him, and they were from the same family, he might as well let Ling Muyan handle it himself.

  "Bao Yan, go and educate your younger cousin properly." Bu Hong said indifferently. The few people slowly backed away to give Ling Bao Yan room to maneuver. He seemed to see the miserable end of this young man named Ling Lin. "Don't take a life," Bu Hong finally said, discipline was one thing, but taking a life was another matter altogether. He feared that Ling Bao Yan would use excessive force and accidentally kill this good-for-nothing.

  "Don't worry, I'll teach him well and make sure he leaves the Qingyuan Sect. How could I possibly beat him to death? After all, he's my cousin." Ling Mu looked at Ling Lin, who was now hanging his head in defeat, and a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes as he thought to himself, This time, I'll definitely make this waste lie in bed for several months.

  "Ling Lin, let your brother see what you've learned during these days in Qing Yuan Sect!" As he spoke, a light and airy palm shot towards Ling Lin. It looked gentle, but actually contained powerful internal energy. If Ling Lin was still only at the third level of martial arts cultivation, this one palm would be enough to cripple him if not kill him!

  "You really think I'm easy to bully, huh!" The icy words were like a gust of wind from the polar ice cap. Ling Lin suddenly raised his head, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes. He was originally unwilling to conflict with Ling Muyang and others. The two sides were not even on the same level, and it was beneath the dignity of a dragon to quarrel with ants. But if these ants repeatedly provoked him, the dragon would also get angry!

  As Ling Lin slowly raised his head, Ling Muyan was like seeing a waking beast of the world, roaring to the sky. He actually provoked a beast of the world, and Ling Muyan's body suddenly stopped, his legs trembling uncontrollably, and he couldn't move forward again.

  No wonder Ling Muyan had such a reaction, it was because the gap between them was too big. Ling Lin didn't do anything, he just released a hint of his fierce aura towards Ling Muyan. In an instant, it made Ling Muyan's mind completely chaotic.

  The ominous aura was under Ling Lin's control, and others didn't notice it at all. Therefore, in the eyes of Bu Hong and others who didn't know the reason, this scene seemed extremely strange. Ling Muyan, who had rushed towards Ling Lin, suddenly stopped in his tracks, then began to tremble all over, with an expression as if he had lost his soul.

  "Pffft." Ling Mu Yan suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood, his expression extremely terrified. He raised his hand, trembling and pointing at Ling Lin: "You... you..." Before he could finish speaking, he was struck by a sudden and fierce force, causing severe damage to his mind. His vision went black, and he fainted.

  "What kind of sorcery have you used, you demon? What have you done to Pastor Mu?" Behind him, a young man looked at Ling Lin in horror, the scene before them seemed too bizarre. In their understanding, only sorcery could explain all this.

  "Sorcery?" Ling Lin looked at the several young men in front of him with disdain. A surge of martial arts energy suddenly burst out from his body, revealing his peak mastery. He didn't want to let too many people know that he had already reached the Xiantian realm. The power of the martial arts peak was enough to settle everything before him.

  The rabbit suddenly turned into a tiger, and the prey suddenly became the hunter. The mood of the few boys in front of them was like this at this time. I thought that Linglin, this waste, wasn't even worth letting a few people trample on, pinch and knead at will. But unexpectedly, the waste in their eyes transformed into an existence that even they had to look up to.

  Silence! The majestic aura of Linglin Wudao's peak suddenly unfolded, shocking everyone.

  "Haha, Brother Ling is indeed skilled. I'm ashamed to say that I didn't notice you had already reached the pinnacle of martial arts. It seems that the First Heaven Realm is also within reach soon." Bu Hong, not disappointing as the leader of this small group, reacted immediately and scolded Lin Mu in his heart while maintaining a warm smile on his face, slightly flattering Lin Lin, obviously trying to cover up the matter.

  Joke!

  Seeing his own strength was strong, he decided to turn over this matter. If his own strength was weak, then the one lying on the ground would be himself. Ling Lin, who had just returned to the sect, did not want to provoke more trouble. However, Bu Hong and others had already provoked him. Since they had enraged him, they should be prepared to bear the consequences of his anger.

  Without saying a word, Ling Lin slowly walked towards Ling Muyan who was lying on the ground.

  Do you want to continue pretending? A hint of disdain rose from the corner of his mouth, Ling Lin knew that at this moment, Ling Muyan was actually afraid that he would come after him for an explanation, and was just pretending to be unconscious. The fierce aura he had released earlier was still counted in his heart, and it wasn't enough to make Ling Muyan faint all at once.

  "Aren't you supposed to be teaching me?" Ling Lin's tone was icy as he walked closer and closer to Ling Muyue.

  "Brother Ling, you've gone too far!" At this moment, a figure blocked Ling Lin's path. Bu Hong's eyes were slightly cold, how dare he ignore him! Having been in the outer sect for so long, relying on his own cultivation talent and his brother in the inner sect, no one had ever dared to treat him like this before. He had already spoken kindly, yet this guy still didn't take it to heart. Did he think that his peak martial arts skills were impressive? In front of a Xiantian expert, they were as fragile as paper.

  Thinking this way, Bu Hong's eyes became increasingly cold. He had already decided that if the kid in front of him continued to be so insolent, he would let his older brother, who was inside, teach him a lesson. Let him know that there are people outside of people and skies outside of skies, and don't be too arrogant! In his rage, he didn't realize at all that all of this was actually provoked by themselves!

  "Get out, or lie down." Ling Lin said indifferently.

  A glint of fierce light flashed in his eyes, and a fist as swift as lightning shot towards Ling Lin's face, almost like a sneak attack. At the same time, he loudly shouted: "Everyone, get him!"

  Upon hearing Bu Hong's words, the remaining three youths also mobilized their true energy and pounced on Ling Lin. In Bu Hong's opinion, although Ling Lin's cultivation was one level higher than his own, with his lightning-fast punch to launch a sneak attack, he could at least make him stumble, and then together with the strength of the four of them, even if they couldn't defeat him, it wouldn't be difficult to resist.

  But dreams are beautiful, reality is cruel!

  As he watched the sudden punch coming towards his face, Ling Lin's expression became even more indifferent. His hand, which had been hanging down by his sleeve, suddenly moved. He countered before the attack arrived, firmly grasping Stephon's fist before it could reach his face.

  "Let me go!" Feeling the great force on his wrist, Bu Hong struggled violently and shouted, "My brother is an inner disciple, let me go quickly, or you will die!"

  A crisp cracking sound echoed through.

  "Ah!" A miserable cry like a pig being slaughtered echoed, looking at Ling Lin with venomous resentment: "My brother will come after you!"

  "Bang, bang, bang." Again, the sound of three heavy objects hitting the ground. After casually taking care of the three people rushing towards him, Ling Lin looked at Bu Hong's eyes full of resentment and a hint of ferocity flashed across his eyes. Ling Lin liked to strangle danger in its cradle, since he couldn't kill here, he would solve it another way.

  "Bang." Bù Hóng was kicked flying by Líng Lín. Falling to the ground, Bù Hóng's face turned pale and he groaned: "You actually shattered my Sea of Consciousness!"

  The sea of consciousness is where a cultivator stores their true energy and yuan force. Once it's shattered, it's very difficult to repair, so it can be said that Bu Hong is basically a useless person now.

  One foot stepped on Ling Muyan's body, and Ling Lin said coldly: "Now you know who the waste is!" A faint force burst out from under his foot, instantly shattering Ling Muyan's spiritual sea. His head sank, and this time, Ling Muyan really fainted.

  As for the other three people, Ling Lin didn't care. After settling everything, Ling Lin's figure slowly disappeared on this small path.

  "I'll make you regret it! I must make you wish you were dead!" A low, menacing growl echoed through the alleyway, filled with intense resentment.