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n“Who is that? How heroic!”

n“Could this person be a lover of Fairy Leng Rou and is chasing after her?”

n“He’s from Hundred Refinement Sect? Why haven’t I seen him before?”

nMost of the cultivators present had never seen Su Zimo before.

nEven if they had heard of the name Mo Ling, they could not match it to him.

nWhile many cultivators were discussing, not many noticed that the cultivators from Sword Sect were glaring at Su Zimo fiercely!

nTheir gazes were sharper than sword qi, as though they wanted to devour him alive!

nA sword cultivator at the front glared at the long sword beside Su Zimo and gritted his teeth with a menacing expression. The veins on his neck were popping out.

nThat sword cultivator was none other than the third on the Phenomenon Ranking, Jian Wuzong!

nIf not for someone pulling him from the side, he would have already rushed over!

nIt turned out that the sword that Su Zimo threw out was the Startling Dharmic Sword that he snatched from Jian Wuzong in Wind Cloud City!

nBut now, he was giving it to Leng Rou.

nSu Zimo was not a sword cultivator to begin with.

nFurthermore, he had obtained the Startling Dharmic Sword casually – he truly did not care to give it away.

n“Little Granduncle-Master, you’re truly one of a kind!”

nNangong Ling lamented internally.

nHe clutched his forehead while Liu Hanyan turned her head, not daring to meet the gazes of the Sword Sect cultivators.

nAt that moment, they wanted nothing more than to drag Su Zimo back to the sect.

nThe current situation was chaotic enough.

nBy standing up for Leng Rou, Su Zimo had already offended Dao Lord Lan Yue and Ye Tiancheng.

nNow, he even offended the Sword Sect as well!

nNangong Ling was on the brink of tears and prayed in his heart, “Little Granduncle-Master, please hold back! Forget the fact that you snatched his sword, you’re even giving away the snatched connate Dharmic weapon now…”

nThe mixture of new and old grudges… Nangong Ling could feel that the crowd from Sword Sect were at the end of their limits and wanted to charge over at any moment!

nRu Xuan remained silent at the side, feeling a little disappointed.

n‘If only Little Granduncle-Master was as nice to me.’

nRu Xuan chanted internally.

n“Eh? Something’s not right!”

n“Why are the eyes of everyone from Sword Sect red? Why do they look like they’ve been wronged?”

n“That sword looks familiar.”

n“Startling Dharmic Sword! Isn’t that the Startling Dharmic Sword of Jian Wuzong? How did it end up in his hands?!”

n“Don’t you know? The Startling Dharmic Sword was snatched away by someone! I heard that it’s a Nascent Soul of Hundred Refinement Sect called Mo Ling.”

n“Ah! It’s him! He’s the one who made a name for himself in Wind Cloud City and crippled Cheng Peng!”

nBefore long, an even louder commotion broke out in the crowd.

nPerfected Lord Pang Lan of Heavenly Dipper Sect crossed his arms and looked at Su Zimo with a fake smile.

nHe was the number one of the Phenomenon Ranking 400 years ago.

nHe was older and more mature than most Nascent Souls present!

nIn his opinion, Mo Ling would die without a burial ground in this situation even before he had to do anything.

nMany cultivators were making a ruckus and their voices were chaotic. Little Fatty and the others only heard scattered pieces of information about some guy named Mo Ling and a sword cultivator.

nThey were not bothered either.

nOnly Ji Chengtian knew what was going on.

nHowever, under the watchful gaze of Dao Lord Lan Yue, he did not dare to use his spirit consciousness to do stealthy acts such as sending a voice transmission.

n“That’s enough!”

nDao Lord Lan Yue took a deep breath and a massive pressure descended on the Mystic Courtyard before the discussions gradually died down.

n“What’s your name?”

nDao Lord Lan Yue turned around and asked Su Zimo in a deep voice.

nStanding up, Su Zimo smiled and cupped his fists. “I’m Mo Ling, a Weapon Refinement Master.”

n“Hmm?”

nLeng Rou and Little Fatty’s hearts skipped a beat when they heard that name.

nEven Shi Jian was momentarily stunned.

nInitially, Leng Rou knelt on the ground motionlessly.

nWhen she heard that name, she turned around for the first time and looked at Su Zimo curiously, sizing him up.

nCompared to Little Fatty and the others, as a woman, Leng Rou was more meticulous in her thoughts.

nShe could sense that Su Zimo’s words earlier on seemed to be implying something.

nUnder normal circumstances, as a disciple of Hundred Refinement Sect, there was no need for Mo Ling to mention that he was a Weapon Refinement Master.

nWas this person trying to remind her of something by saying that he was a Weapon Refinement Master?

n“Could it be…”

nLeng Rou thought of a possibility and her heart thumped wildly. She could barely suppress her emotions!

nDao Lord Lan Yue smirked in disdain. “Oh? Mo Ling, that’s an unfamiliar name. Is it on the Phenomenon Ranking? Why haven’t I heard of it before?”

nAlthough Dao Lord Lan Yue seemed like she was asking, she was implying that Mo Ling was a nobody!

n“It’s fine,”

nSu Zimo grinned. “You’ll remember me after today.”

n“Leng Rou is my proudest disciple and is about to be conferred the title of a Great Talisman Master!”

nDao Lord Lan Yue sneered. “Although you’re able to give a connate Perfected Lord Dharmic weapon, you’re a nobody! Bluntly put, you’re not worthy of Leng Rou at all!”

n“Huh?”

nSu Zimo raised his brow slightly and asked, “So Ye Tiancheng is worthy?”

n“Fufu.”

nDao Lord Lan Yue sneered once more. “Who is Ye Tiancheng? How can you compare to the top of the Phenomenon Ranking and the number one Perfected Lord?”

n“Frog in the well.”

n“What a joke! A cultivator who hasn’t even made it onto the Phenomenon Ranking wants to snatch Senior Brother Ye’s marriage with a mere connate Perfected Lord Dharmic weapon?”

n“This is the light of a firefly trying to compete against the bright moon!”

nMany Chaos Essence Sect cultivators laughed.

nEven though Mo Ling had made a name for himself in Wind Cloud City, his reputation was far inferior compared to Ye Tiancheng!

nSuddenly, Su Zimo laughed.

n“Number one Perfected Lord?”

nSu Zimo asked indifferently, “Who gave him that title?”

n“Ever since master entered the Nascent Soul realm, he has fought countless battles and has never been defeated. There’s no doubt that he’s the number one Perfected Lord!” A maidservant behind Ye Tiancheng stood out and sneered.

n“Oh,”

nSu Zimo smiled. “So, it’s that simple to be conferred the title of number one Perfected Lord. What a coincidence. Ever since I entered the Nascent Soul realm, I’ve fought countless battles and have never been defeated as well. Does that mean that I’m also a number one Perfected Lord?”

n“You… ”

nThe maidservant was speechless.

nThe next moment, Su Zimo looked at Ye Tiancheng and said something that shocked the entire courtyard!

n“Have you asked me before calling yourself the number one Perfected Lord?”

nPsst!

nThe cultivators were moved.

nThat simple statement was filled with a domineering aura that made one shudder!

nIt was absolutely overbearing!

nThey were completely at odds!

nNobody expected that someone would dare to challenge Ye Tiancheng head-on even before the second part of the Thousand Crane Tea Party was held!

nFor a moment…

nAll the cultivators even had a brief notion that Ye Tiancheng was inferior to Mo Ling!

nPerfected Lord Pang Lan smiled with a playful look in his eyes.

n“Don’t go over.”

nHang Qiuyu sent a voice transmission to Jian Wuzong, “This Mo Ling is very strong. Even if you have a sword in your hands, you won’t be a match for him!”

nLeng Rou’s eyes shone brightly.

nThey were way too similar!

nIn her eyes, Mo Ling seemed to have fused with the person in her memories.

nLeng Rou believed in it.

nThat was the only person who could possess such an unparalleled aura as well!

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