The Legend of the Strongest Fighter

Bad news

In a fairly quiet place, Ling Futian and Ling Huang seemed to walk side by side.

"Sister, do you think Ling Huo's brother will actually take action?..." Ling Huangdi asked as they were still walking on the deserted road.

Ling Futian snorted in annoyance. "Huh, this guy's ambition is really down from his mother's. When there was just a little chance, he would definitely try to achieve his goal..." Ling Futian said seriously.

"Sister! Do I need to withdraw our elite troops guarding the Iron Wood Plantation three months later? In this way, despite the actions of the Blood Ink Group, we still have time to endure. Because there is no way the head of the Blood Ink Group will intervene directly at the maturity ceremony later..." Ling Huangdi said with annoyance when guessing how intense the maturity ceremony will be in the next three months.

Ling Futian immediately shook his head slowly to refuse. "no need. If we withdraw the elite forces from the Iron Wood Plantation, then another family will lead its troops to screw up. We can't take this risk. We have waited more than fifty years for the Iron Wood Plantation planted by the father. If this is destroyed, there is no chance for the Ling family to rise again..."

"But, if fighting is really inevitable, then our lives are all hard to endure, especially your lives. The main goal of three more months must be to cut off your head and subdue the Ling family. If this was the case, would the Ling family still rise? Let alone to rise, even to endure there is no confidence in it..." Ling Huangdi refuted Ling Futian's statement.

Hearing this rebuttal, Ling Futian responded calmly. "This is just an estimate. No one knows for sure if this is really going to happen or not the next three months..." Her speech.

Hearing these words, Ling Huangdi let out a sigh of resignation as he felt his brother would not change his decision.

While still walking in a quiet place, Ling Huangdi glanced in a direction and caught a boy in his sight.

Ling Huangdi slightly narrowed his eyes as he looked at the boy from a distance.

"That's... Ling Shentian?..."

Hearing this, Ling Futian looked interested and looked in the same direction and found Ling Shentian walking there.

"Shentian!..." Ling Futian called immediately.

Feeling that someone was calling out to him, Ling Shentian raised his eyebrows and immediately turned around.

In his current gaze, he could see the two figures of the middle-aged man speeding up his steps to head to where he had stopped at this moment.

When the two figures had been clearly seen as having been in front of him, Ling Shentian immediately bowed and saluted.

"Greetings first uncle, greetings third uncle..." He said politely and both figures nodded.

"Uncle, what's wrong?..." Ling Shentian asked because it was unusual for these two people to walk together in the middle of the night. Moreover, Ling Huangdi was usually very busy in the outside world.

Ling Futian shook his head. "It's okay. It's just that there's something uncle has to tell you. Let's find a good place to talk about this..." He said and Ling Shentian nodded.

The three figures then walked to somewhere, the possibility of that was to head towards the lotus pond.

In a clear pond, countless lotus flowers bloomed on its surface. Colorful fish also decorate the clear water.

In the middle of the pool, there is a place to relax while enjoying the beauty of the lotus pond.

Inside that open hut, Ling Shentian and the two middle-aged men had been standing on the outskirts and staring clearly at the water.

"Uncle, what really happened? It seems very important, until it has to be said midnight like this?..." Ling Shentian was quite curious about this.

Ling Futian glanced at Ling Huangdi and the two nodded at each other.

Ling Futian looked at the beautiful moon in the sky before opening his mouth to say.

"Shentian, Ling Xiaofan has reached the first circle Senior Fighter in these two years..." Said slowly.

Ling Shentian glanced then turned again. "This is not surprising, as she has an important status in the Blood Ink Group..."

Ling Futian nodded. "Yes, and the real main problem is that he'll be home in three months. When he returns home, the maturation ceremony will be held according to the advice given by the Blood Ink Group..."

Huh uh?...

Ling Shentian was quite shocked by this information, he immediately turned his head towards Ling Futian with his shrunken forehead.

In his plan, he should have been able to reach the tenth circle Fighter within the six months of training he had left behind.

But, now that his training time was cut to three months?

Ling Huangdi slightly disliked the angry tone issued by Ling Shentian.

Not that she disliked Ling Shentian, she was even like her brother, loving her youngest nephew very much.

But, this was his nature, very firmly because from a young age he had been trained by the head of the Ling family's elite forces in his father's era.

"Shentian! Watch what you say! We Ling family have never bowed to anyone but the emperor. But..."

Ling Futian raised his hand and held Ling Huangdi to continue speaking.

"Shentian, we're not afraid of them at all. But, the strength of the Blood Ink Group was much stronger than the Ling family. Even the lowest elder alone was a sixth circle Soul Fighter. If we rush to offend them, unilateral bloodshed will happen sooner..."

Ling Shentian sighed. "Okay uncle, I'm sorry for making such an unpleasant note earlier..." He spoke with a body that bowed towards the two middle-aged men.

The two middle-aged men nodded and immediately forgave.

"Then, what about your bone training? Is it going well?..." Ling Huangdi looked excited as he began to discuss this.

Ling Shentian smiled gently. "Uncle, your nephew has completed his bone training..." He said and the two figures were surprised to look at each other.

They had never heard of someone being able to complete bone training in just two years.

If it is only two years, most are people who have low bone quality.

"Then what bone quality have you achieved this time?..."

The two figures seemed curious about this because after all Ling Shentian was the son of someone with talent who had been missing for three hundred years.

Ling Shentian smiled faintly. "Uncle, actually in these two years I was trained and provided abundant resources by the figure of parents who healed me. And after I finished my last training, the teacher told me not to tell anyone about the quality of my bones. But, obviously my bone quality is no lower than Ling Xiaofan's..."

When he heard this, the two figures looked extremely excited and excited.

"Not inferior to Ling Xiaofan's, doesn't that mean you can be the same as your father?..." Ling Huangdi asked excitedly and was only replied with a nod of his head accompanied by a smile by Ling Shentian.

"Since you've completed bone training, then this uncle of yours will give you ten Combat Foundation pills for various rewards..." Said Ling Futian and took out a jade bottle containing ten pills inside. It seemed that he had prepared this from far away.

Ling Huangdi smiled. "Heh, how can this uncle of yours not give you a present as well? This uncle of yours will give you seven Combat Pills. If there are no obstacles, coupled with the resources given by your first uncle as well, those resources should be able to lead you to the fifth circle fighter..."

Yes, if it is a lay cultivator, it is likely true Ling Huangdi said that the resources they provided could bring one to reach the Fifth circle Combatant.

But, if it was given to Ling Shentian, then this would only lead him to the third circle Fighter.

This was because God Foundation cultivation techniques required many times more resources than ordinary cultivators.

Moreover, Ling Shentian would combine it with other cultivation techniques. The possibility of the resources needed will increase as well.

Ling Shentian bowed to thank his two uncles and both nodded.

"Good, fine. This was shocking news, but the day was really late. Better to go back to rest..." Ling Futian said and both nodded.

Before the three figures began to split, Ling Shentian requested that his two uncles not spread the news about the quality of his bones to anyone and this was confirmed by his two uncles.

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(Sorry before there was business.)