Chapter 1115: Chapter 1115

"Ling... Ling Shixiong?" Several of Ling Tianxing's junior disciples wanted to help him up, but the electricity still flowing in Ling Tianxing's body paralyzed almost half of their bodies.

They looked at Qi Ning in terror. They all witnessed the scene where Ling Tianxing easily defeated and humiliated Qi Ning; they originally thought it would be a one-sided contest, but the outcome was unexpectedly outrageous.

It had only been seven or eight days. What on earth had Qi Ning experienced during this time? And according to their understanding of the Royal Family's martial arts, the Royal Family didn't have such powerful and mysterious techniques!

"Who else?" With his confidence soaring after defeating Ling Tianxing, Qi Ning even felt like he could punch a child to death. "Who else wants to step up? I want to fight ten of you!" Updates are released by ɴovelfire.net

In recent nights, Qi Xiu and the others had been in Zhang Menglong's room, where he shared many things from Earth, like computer games, board games, and movies. Qi Ning had just finished watching the "Ye Wen" movie series a few days ago and was imitating it on the spot.

Even Ling Tianxing was defeated, so how could the remaining Inner Sect disciples dare to invite humiliation upon themselves? Ling Tianxing's attacks were nothing more than mere scratches, while Qi Ning's casual strike could take half their lives. If they recklessly stepped forward, wouldn't they just be offering themselves up?

"Tch!" Qi Ning touched his nose. "Not a single one who can fight!"

"Beat those Lingyun Sect minions to death!"

The farmers and herders, who had been incredibly anxious moments ago, suddenly felt on top of the world. Seeing Ling Tianxing lying on the ground like a dead dog, this scene was like a world-famous painting.

The majesty and strength of the Royal Family left a profoundly shocking impression on their hearts at this moment.

"Sir, kill them for us!"

The farmers and herders were simple-minded people, so for them to say such things showed how deeply they hated the people of Lingyun Sect.

"Brother Zhang, what do you plan to do with these people?" Qi Ning asked, "Kill them or let them go, I'm listening to you."

"Killing or letting them go would be a pity." Zhang Menglong laughed. "Didn't you say so yourself? This Ling Tianxing is an elder's grandson. I believe his grandfather would be willing to offer something to ransom him, right?"

"Heh heh!" Qi Ning immediately understood what Zhang Menglong meant; they were going to extort a ransom!

"But before that, we need to keep them in line," Zhang Menglong said. "Since they're 'goods,' we can't just let them run rampant, right?"

"I understand, leave it to me!" Qi Ning grinned sinisterly. He hadn't had enough fun earlier, and now, knowing how strong he really was, he had to showcase the results of his recent cultivation!

Amidst a series of screams, a few minutes later, over ten disciples of the Lingyun Sect lay twitching on the ground, their bodies thoroughly paralyzed by the electricity, requiring at least a day or two to recover.

Of course, he deliberately left one person to go back and report; after all, there was no phone in this era, and some communication means were very costly, which ordinary disciples had no right to use.

The one left behind fled as if granted amnesty, afraid they might change their mind and return, escaping from this hellish place.

"Let's go, let's continue signing the contract!"

"Let's go!" The farmers and herders cheered, surrounding Zhang Menglong and the others to continue signing contracts.

"Wait," Zhang Menglong suddenly stopped.

"What's the matter, Brother Zhang?" Qi Xiu curiously looked at Zhang Menglong.

Zhang Menglong looked at the people hanging on the trees, "Put a price tag on them. If we're asking for ransom, we should be fair in our pricing, right?"

"How wicked!" Qi Xiu's mouth twitched. It's like treating people as goods for sale; if the people of Lingyun Sect saw this, they'd probably be so angry they'd suffer a stroke on the spot!

An elderly man with graying hair was instructing his direct disciples in cultivation. Some of these disciples were only seven or eight years old, while others were in their twenties or thirties. Their power levels varied, but they were the most outstanding among several generations of Lingyun Sect disciples.

The old man's name was Ling Ye, the fourth elder of Lingyun Sect, and the younger brother of the current sect master, Ling Meng. His realm had reached the First Realm of Heaven Breaking, and his prestige within the sect was considerable.

Becoming an elder's disciple was an honorable achievement. If not for close connections, then the disciple must be a genius within the sect.

"Fourth Elder, something has happened!" A disciple of the Lingyun Sect burst into the training ground in utter disarray.

"Who do you think you are, barging into this place?" The disciple was merely an ordinary Inner Sect disciple, and this training ground was where the Fourth Elder specifically instructed his direct disciples; ordinary disciples had no right to intrude.

Because when elders were teaching disciples, they might be imparting Martial Arts Techniques that only direct disciples could learn, and according to sect rules, those who intruded unauthorized were sentenced to death!

"Elder, please listen to me first," the disciple said, kneeling, "Ling Tianxing Shixiong is in trouble!"

"What did you say?" Ling Ye immediately helped the disciple up. "What happened? Don't rush; tell me slowly. I won't pursue your trespassing."

Ling Ye was extremely fond of his grandson, having passed all his knowledge to him without reservation. If something happened to him, he couldn't bear to imagine...

"Today was the day we were to order vegetables and meat from the farmers and herders of Lingyun City, but when we got there, we found someone had contracted all the farms, ranches, and ponds."

"Who dares to compete with Lingyun Sect for resources?"

"Fourth Elder, it was people from the Royal Family," the disciple said.

"People from the Royal Family?" Ling Ye's expression immediately turned grave. They opposed the Royal Family, but that didn't mean they weren't wary of them. If they had the power to crush the Royal Family, the Sacred Gold Dynasty would have long been renamed to Lingyun Dynasty.

"Four in total: the Seventh Prince, Ninth Princess, Twelfth Prince, and someone we didn't recognize, but the Twelfth Prince called him Brother Zhang."

"Brother Zhang?" Ling Ye pondered for a moment but didn't take it to heart. After all, it was just a few Princes and Princesses. As long as the old ones didn't come, there was nothing to fear. "Continue!"

"Then a conflict arose, and Ling Tianxing Shixiong and the others were injured by the Twelfth Prince."

"The Twelfth Prince injured Tianxing?" This surprised Ling Ye, as he knew the Twelfth Prince was only at the Seventh Grade of True Martial, while his grandson Ling Tianxing was at the Eighth Grade of True Martial. Even if they were evenly matched, at most, they'd be evenly matched; how could Ling Tianxing lose to the Twelfth Prince?

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes. He injured Shixiong with just one move."

"If the others are injured, how did you return?" Ling Ye showed a cautious expression.

"They... they said for you to bring something to ransom them," the disciple said tremblingly, "they needed someone to send a message, so they let me return."

Ling Ye breathed a sigh of relief. Since the other party made such a demand, it meant Ling Tianxing's life was not in immediate danger.

"You did well, go claim your reward!" Ling Ye understood there was nothing an ordinary Inner Sect disciple could do about it, so there was no point in blaming him, and it was also an opportunity to demonstrate his generosity to his direct disciples.

"Carry on!" Ling Ye said coldly, "If someone looks for me, tell them I'm out on business."

Ling Ye left the training ground in a hurry. "People from the Royal Family... even if they're Princes, they shouldn't think they can harm my grandson and leave Lingyun City unscathed!"