Chapter 434: Chapter 417: Storm City
Linglong recovered her strength, staring at Wang Meng without blinking. Her gaze had regained its composure, but her hands were clenched into tight fists. A wave of shyness, anger, dread, and an indescribable feeling washed over her. Everything that happened today had completely upended her life.
"I lost this time, but I will definitely beat you next time!" Although she appeared calm on the surface, Linglong’s heart was not nearly as composed.
Wang Meng gave a wry smile and shrugged. "I don’t know what to say, but if you want to challenge me, I’ll never back down."
After saying that, Wang Meng couldn’t stay any longer. He couldn’t wait for Linglong to actually change her mind. To be frank, as long as Linglong didn’t use her Spiritual Power to attack him, the current Wang Meng was no match for her. In the end, strength was the only thing that mattered.
In any case, the Dragon Race was certainly straightforward. For Linglong to admit defeat after what had happened... if it had been Wang Meng, he honestly didn’t know how he would have reacted.
’But... that atmosphere just now was truly enchanting. The image of Linglong’s alluring figure is impossible to erase from my mind.’
Linglong was waiting for Wang Meng to say something, but she never expected... ’That guy actually left???’
Master Wang had made a huge mistake. This had nothing to do with being straightforward or not. Linglong only felt she was half-responsible. The battle had actually made her feel a certain admiration for Wang Meng; even her Father Emperor might not be able to match that level of Spiritual Power. But she was a girl, after all, and given what had just transpired, she thought Wang Meng would make some kind of gesture. In the end...
Linglong was both mortified and furious. She stomped her foot in frustration. "How can humans be so irresponsible!"
Master Wang sneezed. ’Did Her Highness the Princess change her mind again?’
He was in no condition for another fight. Master Wang picked up his pace and bolted.
Linglong indeed didn’t have time to chase after Wang Meng, because she was already surrounded by over thirty Cultivators.
"Hand over the Spirit Stones, and we’ll spare your life!"
The eyes of the Cultivators were filled with lust. Linglong currently exuded a soul-stirring charm that made it impossible for them to control themselves. And when they thought about that pile of Spirit Stones, they knew that pulling off this one score would make them rich.
Don’t flash your wealth.
Clearly, Linglong didn’t understand this principle. And the Immortal Commerce was not a group one could afford to offend so easily.
They wouldn’t openly turn hostile against Wang Meng, but the matter couldn’t just end like this.
For merchants, it was a matter of profit and risk.
Linglong’s anger had reached its peak. It was one thing to be bullied by Wang Meng, but now even trash like this dared to act so brazenly.
A crystalline silver light glinted in Linglong’s eyes.
"Huh? Why is it snowing???"
The group of Cultivators also found it odd and held out their hands.
"Careful, it’s her Magic!"
Linglong spread her arms, and a brilliant, crystalline white light instantly erupted.
The Human Cultivators had barely struck their poses when, one by one, they were all turned into ice sculptures.
In the face of the Dragon Race’s tyrannical Dragon Language Magic, things like technique seemed so pale and insignificant.
The surrounding hundred-meter area was frozen into a world of ice and snow. Gazing at the crystalline landscape, Linglong’s mood improved slightly.
The Dragon Race could attack directly with their Spiritual Power, but their strongest attacks were Magic released by combining Spiritual Power with Dragon Power. This was something humans found very difficult to do, making it nearly impossible to defend against.
If she had used this move, Master Wang would have been in deep trouble. But Linglong had only wanted to spar with Wang Meng to see who was stronger; she never intended to use such a lethally powerful Magic.
Linglong suddenly thought of something. Perhaps only someone at her Father Emperor’s level could understand Wang Meng’s true strength. Otherwise, with her Father Emperor’s discerning eye, why would he treat a mere Minor Perfection Cultivator with such special regard?
Linglong was truly conflicted. Most importantly, after venting her anger, she found that she didn’t hate Wang Meng at all. Instead, an indescribable emotion had taken its place.
Stomping her foot, Linglong soared into the air...
Master Wang was already on his way to Storm City. The city where Fan Ru resided was none other than Storm City, a major city of Saint Cultivators.
Storm City was much larger than Snow Moon City, a truly top-tier Saint Cultivator metropolis. It was overseen by the Cyan Cloud Sect, ranked eighth in the Star Alliance. The Dharma Flower Sect, led by Fan Ru, was also based there, though the Dharma Flower Sect’s current ranking was seventy-third, even behind the Holy Hall.
After emerging from the Teleportation Array, Wang Meng could feel the prosperity of the great city. The atmosphere was different from the Cultivation Academy. Throngs of Cultivators bustled about, their eyes wide and watchful, all looking for opportunities.
Once here, one should never assume Saint Cultivators would be benevolent. Saint and Demon were merely differences in cultivation methods. Competition among Saint Cultivators was just as fierce; cheating, swindling, trickery, and theft were all commonplace.
Wang Meng was the type to be philosophical about things. ’With Linglong’s strength and intelligence, no one can really do anything to her. Besides, with her personality, she probably won’t tattle, right?’
’In any case, Tu Mu is a reasonable person.’
He soon put these matters out of his mind, found a place to settle down, and then contacted Fan Ru using his Star Ring.
Fan Ru had gotten the news from Fan Hong, so he had stayed in Storm City specifically to wait for Wang Meng.
As soon as he saw Wang Meng, Fan Ru gave him a big, enthusiastic hug, which left Wang Meng feeling a bit overwhelmed by the favor. What surprised Wang Meng even more was that Fan Hong was also there.
"You brat, you’re finally here! What, you get all successful and famous and forget about your old bro?"
Fan Ru laughed. At his side, Fan Xiaoniao shot up as if he’d been electrocuted. "Old man, you can eat whatever you want and not die, but if you keep talking nonsense, I’ll make sure you have no descendants!"
Fan Ru immediately gave Fan Xiaoniao a knock on the head. "You little brat, are you looking for a beating!"
"Old man, you call him Younger Brother Fan, doesn’t that make me a whole generation younger than him? I can’t live like this! If I can’t live like this, I might as well be dead! And if I’m dead, aren’t you going to be left without descendants?"
Fan Hong said with a perfectly straight face.
Fan Ru was taken aback, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "You stinking brat, we can have our own friendships. With Wang Meng’s strength, he’s more than qualified to be your senior."
Wang Meng quickly waved his hands. "Senior, Fan Hong and I are friends for life."
"None of that ’Senior’ business. I’m just a few years older, just call me Old Fan. You brat, you should learn a thing or two from Wang Meng!"
Seeing Fan Hong wince and grimace, it was clear he’d been getting quite a few lessons lately.
But Fan Hong’s strength had indeed improved greatly; he was already at the forty-sixth layer. A prodigal’s return is more precious than gold. After all, as Fan Ru’s son, his talent couldn’t be bad.
"What are your impressions of Storm City?" Fan Ru asked after host and guest were seated.
"It’s certainly much more prosperous than Snow Moon City."
"Hehe, the Star Alliance’s establishment of the Slaughter Space has really changed the old free-for-all dynamic between the Small Thousand Realms. Although the Saint and Demon factions still exist, they’ve been in a state of equilibrium for the past few years, so it’s hard for any major wars to break out. Instead, they compete fiercely in the shadows, and no one dares to relax. Everyone’s strength has improved, but the number of battles has gone down. Moreover, with Cultivators from all the Small Thousand Realms gathering and interacting, you could say that one hundred years of development now is worth five hundred years in the past."
Fan Ru said. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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