The Legend of the Strongest Fighter

A Dinner.

After Ling Yuan had disappeared from the gazes of the three figures who were still silent on the spot, Ling Yan immediately turned around and looked at the two people who were originally behind him.

"You all right?..." Ling Yan asked worriedly.

The two people being questioned immediately shook their heads and Ling Yan sighed in relief.

Liyan bowed to pay her respects. "Thank you for the help, young master Yan. If you don't come, maybe I will fail to protect the young master..." Her speech.

Ling Yan smiled faintly, he raised his palm and patted Liyan's shoulder twice.

"You've protected him well..." He spoke softly and Liyan responded with a nod of her head.

"Sister, by the way, why are you here? Is it just a passing coincidence?..." Ling Shentian asked with his somewhat adorable face in Ling Yan's eyes.

Ling Yan looked towards Ling Shentian with a warm smile. "Dad found out that you're out of your house. So he ordered me to find you and take you out to dinner..."

"All right, then let's go home..." Said Ling Yan and walked back to his back to the two figures.

Seeing Ling Shentian and Ling Yan walking in front of him, Liyan immediately bowed for the second time.

"Young master, since it's going to be dark, I have to step down..." Her speech.

Ling Yan raised his eyebrows and immediately turned around. "No, you were invited by my father. So you have to come..." Ling Yan said.

"Well, if it's a patriarchal order, then I'll obey..." He said and the three of them walked back home.

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At night, Ling Futian's house.

In a room, there is a lamp whose light source comes from the light energy contained in it.

These lights illuminate every corner of the large room.

In the middle of this large enough room, there appears a large dining table with several chairs surrounding it and luxury food has been presented on it.

In the four seats, there were already four figures sitting down to prepare to eat delicious food at the table.

These four figures were Ling Yan, Ling Shentian, Ling Futian and his wife. While Liyan stood behind Ling Shentian's chair.

Ling Futian looked at Liyan. "Liyan, why don't you sit down?..." Her speech.

Liyan saluted. "I'm just a young master's bodyguard, it's not appropriate for me to eat together with you all..." Her speech.

Ling Yan snorted with a faint smile. "Liyan, you're not Shentian's bodyguard. You were never hired by your family in the first place. You weren't the bodyguard guarding Shentian all this time. You're just like me, as a sister who looks after her sister..." He said and put a spoonful of food into his mouth.

"That's true..." Ling Futian nodded in agreement.

"Since sister-in-law adopted you, you've not only been her student. You've become his adopted son and adoptive sister of Shentian. So, don't talk about status between us..." Said Ling Yan's mother named Ning Fei gently.

Ling Shentian smiled faintly, his heart completely comfortable with the people at the dining table at this moment.

"This price, though weak. But love each other..." Speak in the mind.

Ling Shentian stood up from his seat and walked to the bench next to him that was still empty.

"Sister Liyan, what brother and aunt said was right. You are my father's son too. So, from now on I will call you brother. Now sit down and eat together..."

Liyan smiled, her eyes almost dropping tears, she then nodded gently.

"Alright, thanks..." Say it and sit down.

The four people finally continued their dinner quietly.

As the calm intertwined for a few minutes, Ling Futian looked up and looked towards Ling Shentian.

"Shentian, what about your cold? Is it really okay?..."

Ling Shentian looked at Ling Futian when her name was called. "Uncle, the cold illness within my Meridians is starting to improve and seems to be slowly disappearing. Maybe I can train my bones from now on..." Her speech.

"Haha, that's good. I'm sure that you will surpass Ling Xiaofan's talent..." A wide smile formed on Ling Futian's face.

"Sister, you calm down. After you finish training the bones, your brother will teach you the science of sword. Your brother has matched Liyan's abilities..." He said and appeared to be proud of himself in everyone's eyes.

Liyan smiled bitterly at Ling Yan's pride. "Young master Yan, if only you knew, that young master Shentian has reached the highest Mahir. I wonder how you react..." Speak in the mind.

"Haha, yeah. But I don't want to train a sword. It seems that the sword is not suitable for me. I'd rather train a spear..." Ling Shentian.

Hearing this, Liyan smiled bitterly for the second time. "Reaching the highest level of proficiency in a single trial, still feeling unsuited to the sword? Then what about me who has been practicing swordsmanship for 12 years and is still at the highest Mastering level? Trash?..." Pain enveloped his heart as he thought of this in the heart.

While Ling Yan, he raised his original when he heard the decision from Ling Shentian, he felt astonished and confused, because Ling Shentian's father was an outstanding swordsman, how could his son have the desire to become a spear expert?

Ling Yan sighed. "alright. Whatever it is, your brother will support you. You take it easy, brother will find a good metal to forge a spear heirloom for you..." Say it with a gentle smile.

"alright. Since Shentian is about to start his training, then there is no reason for uncle to hold this any longer..." Said Ling Futian and took out a storage ring.

"This is your father's storage ring. Before he died, he told me to give this to you when you were about to begin training. Now seems like the perfect time..." He said and gave the storage ring to Ling Shentian.

Ling Shentian grabbed the ring given by his uncle. "Uncle, thanks. I'll use this well..." He said and Ling Futian nodded.

Ling Futian again stuffed a spoonful of food into his mouth before looking at Ling Shentian again.

"I don't know if you already know or not. But, one week later, Ling Xiaofan would be picked up by a representative from the Blood Ink Group in Fire city. They were interested in the bone quality obtained by Ling Xiaofan and intended to make him the successor of the head of the Blood Ink Group..." Ling Futian said with a serious look.

Ling Yan nodded. "I had just heard it from the elders while searching for Shentian. I never thought this was true..." Ling Yan's face sharpened seriously when he entered this conversation.

Ling Shentian raised his eyebrows in astonishment. "Uncle, what's wrong with this? Wouldn't our family have great supporters?..."

Ling Futian glanced at Ling Shentian. "Shentian, you've been sick all this time and never knew about our family's internal affairs. Even though we are all family, but Ling Huo is very ambitious to snatch the patriarchal position from uncle. If Ling Xiaofan really became the successor of the head of the Blood Ink Group, then there was no hope for uncle to maintain a patriarchal position. And when that comes, there will likely be a bloody internal war in our family..."

"The head of this Blood Ink Group is an eight-circle Soul Fighter. Just waiting for me to beat him..." Ling Shentian thought seriously.

"Uncle, you take it easy. I Ling Shentian will try hard to train and prevent that..." Her speech.

Ling Futian gave a small snort with a smile, he did not seem so hopeful and sure that Ling Shentian's words were true.

"Haha, uncle trusts you..." Her speech.