Chapter 41

Lu Xiaofeng placed the steel needle in front of him, a hint of relief in his eyes. When Ling Xiao used a magnet to block the Heavenly Net Earth Web Nails, he already knew where the problem lay. Just as Ye Gucheng had said, they were not worthy! Not worthy of Ye Gucheng drawing his sword, not worthy of being his enemy.

This was not baseless pride, nor was it the self-righteousness of an unparalleled master. Compared to Ye Gucheng, the Tang brothers were indeed too low-level. For example, the steel nails in their hands, though laced with deadly poison, were of extremely poor quality. The metal composition was completely wrong during the casting process. The steel nails not only developed unnecessary magnetism but also had different weights, even if the differences were minuscule, he could still feel them.

If his guess was correct, these Heavenly Net Earth Web Nails should have been privately made by the Tang brothers, not produced by the Tang Sect. Not worthy is not worthy; no matter how strong their aura, a slight investigation would reveal their cowardice.

"Third Brother! Third Brother! Wake up!" Tang Ao held Tang Fei's slowly tilting body, his clothes still neat, his hair not a mess, but his hollow eyes looked weakly at Tang Ao, where there was no reflection of himself.

"Ye Gucheng! You killed my First Brother and Third Brother, the Tang brothers will never rest until we have avenged them! The Tang Sect will never stop until you are dead!" As he spoke, he picked up Tang Fei's body, tears streaming down his face, and glared at Ye Gucheng with hatred before staggering down the stairs.

Ye Gucheng handed his sword to the sword attendant behind him, lightly dusting off the dust on his sleeves, without even raising an eyelid throughout the process. Lu Xiaofeng curled his lip, "If you're so disdainful, why did you even come to the appointment? If I were you, I'd be lying on my own big bed, being served by beautiful women while waiting for these two idiots to show up." As he grumbled, he heard a series of tapping sounds.

"What are you doing?"

Ling Xiao stopped tapping the table, "I'm testing the sturdiness of these tables and chairs. Just now, the sky was dark and the wind was fierce, but why didn't even a teacup break? At the very least, it should have torn down the building to match the identity of a master." Ling Xiao looked puzzled.

Lu Xiaofeng sneered, "If you can't even control your sword's momentum, what kind of master are you! Do you think everyone is like your master, who spouts nonsense at every turn!"

"Is that so? Then why did we get hit by the steel needles, while she could watch the show with her arms flailing!" He angrily pointed at Princess Feifeng, who was watching with sparkling eyes. Her clothes were clean, her face was clean, her hands were clean, and the ground around her was even cleaner!

Lu Xiaofeng, seeing this, became furious and shouted at Ye Gucheng, "You did this on purpose, didn't you!"

Ye Gucheng picked up his teacup again, seemingly addicted to the tea laced with deadly poison! Was he just showing off? He must be showing off! "My show isn't that easy to watch!"

"Then why is she fine!" Lu Xiaofeng angrily pointed at Princess Feifeng.

"She is a princess."

"..."

"Why did so many steel needles fly towards me!" Ling Xiao held up the magnet, pointing to the densely packed steel needles on it. Everyone was surprised; there were at least twice as many steel needles on it compared to the others!

Ye Gucheng paused for the first time, slightly glancing at the enraged Ling Xiao, "You are Ling Lingfa's disciple." He put down the teacup and left, a faint smile appearing on his usually cold face.

Lu Xiaofeng laughed and patted Ling Xiao's shoulder, "Don't mind it, Old Ye was just joking. Hahaha!" He walked away with a satisfied look, hands behind his back.

Ling Xiao's eyes twitched, forcing a smile. "No wonder you're a master! Your pettiness is also at a high level!"

"Uncle, wait for me!" Princess Feifeng called out, bouncing after him.

Wuqing helplessly watched Princess Feifeng's retreating back, thinking, "There's no humanity when it comes to the opposite sex!" How did he not notice Princess Feifeng's potential? He gently pushed his wheelchair down the stairs, "Let me push you down!" Ling Xiao held the back of the wheelchair, grinning.

"I don't need it." Wuqing gave him a glare, gently moving the wheelchair down the stairs, "Hey! You..." Ling Xiao was startled, about to stop him, but saw that Wuqing's wheelchair moved smoothly down the stairs as if on flat ground.

Ling Xiao looked at the stairs in amazement, stepping on them and feeling an invisible force that leveled the gaps. "This power is really versatile, but it seems I'm not liked! Did I offend her somewhere?"

Unable to figure it out, he didn't bother to think about it. In a moment, Chunhua Tower was left with only Ling Xiao and Xiao Ming. "Hey? Where's that old man?"

"He jumped out the window when you were rejected by the beauty." Xiao Ming's smile was as pure as before, but the teasing in it was a bit glaring.

Ling Xiao threw his backpack onto the table, "Waiter, boss! Bring wine and dishes! It's rare that you're still alive, let's chat today!"

"Your mouth is still as sharp as ever."

Xiao Ming casually placed his sword on the chair next to him, and the two stared at each other without saying a word until the wine and dishes were served. Ling Xiao had been observing Xiao Ming all along. Even though the Heavenly Net Earth Web Nails were a knockoff, their overwhelming momentum was not to be underestimated. But Xiao Ming's sword was as casual as swatting a fly, and in a flash of sword light, all the steel needles were knocked down.

"It seems you're doing well!" Ling Xiao finally spoke.

"How can you tell?"

Ling Xiao dipped a chopstick in the fish soup and flicked it, the soup splattering onto Xiao Ming's sleeve. "Look, the sleeve gets oily but can be easily wiped off. This fabric is unique to the Neon Workshop in the capital, and it is only supplied to the royal family. After my master saved the emperor, he was rewarded with quite a bit."

Xiao Ming, as if not hearing, stared at the oil stain on his sleeve, "I was raised strictly, and I haven't been able to write you a letter these past years, which is my fault."

"Sure, I can feel your sincerity, but writing letters is such a refined thing, let's skip it. From your appearance, I can tell you've become a disciple of Ling Lingfa. What about you?"

This was actually the most important question. Gossip is a human trait, and paparazzi are actually a sacred profession!

Xiao Ming was taken aback; their bond was shallow but had been life-saving. He didn't expect Ling Xiao to be so straightforward.

"I'm doing okay."

Ling Xiao, dissatisfied, said, "You answer so bluntly! Don't try to evade me. If there's something you can't say on TV, just summarize it in one sentence!" Xiao Ming's originally smiling face suddenly looked a bit melancholy, and Ling Xiao was taken aback, his gossip spirit reawakening.

Xiao Ming sighed after a long silence, "I don't know who the TV people are, but there's nothing I can't say. I now go by Ji Xiaoming. As for life, I can't call my father 'father' or my brother 'brother.' Is this considered a good life?"

Ling Xiao blinked and nodded, "Hearing this, I'm actually relieved. You're definitely living the life of a rich kid. Young man, don't be too greedy! Being able to eat and live without worry is already quite an achievement. Eating too much can make you sick, and taking too big a step can hurt. If you push things too far, your luck will run out. At least you know who your father is, at least you have a brother, and at least you dress better than me! Humph!"

Xiao Ming felt a weight lifted, smiling, "I'll send you a set one day, don't always look at me like that." Everyone can talk big, but it was the first time he heard someone give advice so bluntly, so crudely, and so empathetically! Looking at the unorthodox Ling Xiao, he suddenly realized that compared to him, he had no right to complain.

"You! I heard Ling Lingfa has been favored by the emperor recently, your life must be quite comfortable, right!" Xiao Ming changed the subject, fearing that Ling Xiao would be reminded of his mysterious past, but Ling Xiao never cared about his past.

"Pretty good, the emperor is a good person, and my master is a good person." Ling Xiao summarized.

Xiao Ming laughed, "I've never heard anyone say the emperor is a good person. Your definition is truly unique, but why do I hear a hint of melancholy in your words? Is there something bothering you?"

"Ha! I'm a favorite of the emperor now, and I have an imperial decree to arrange a marriage! Before long, when my master retires, I'll get a promotion and a raise, and marry a rich and beautiful woman, reaching the peak of life. Thinking about it makes me a bit excited!" He said with a smug smile.

"You were just rejected by a lady in a wheelchair."

"Let's not talk about that."

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