Free Web NovelChapter 1188: Chapter 1187: Conflict
"Cousin, you’ve come too?"
Amidst the awkwardness among the people of the Witch Gate, a melodious female voice suddenly rang out. Ling Chen followed the sound to see a graceful, stunning red-haired woman walking towards him.
"Sister Mengru."
Ling Chen’s eyes lit up slightly, and then a smile appeared on his face as he walked forward. He was generally cold to others, but Liu Mengru was his family, so it was naturally different.
"It’s been more than half a year since we last met."
Liu Mengru looked Ling Chen up and down, smiling, "You’ve grown taller, and your skills seem to have improved quite a bit."
"Some progress, I guess!"
Ling Chen didn’t elaborate and proceeded to introduce Shen Qingzhi and Qin Yiren, "These are the young disciples from the Witch Gate participating in the Nine-Class Conference."
"This is Liu Mengru from the Liu Family of the Heavenly Constructor Clan."
"Greetings, Sister Liu. My name is Chen Qingzhi."
"I’m Qin Yiren."
The appearance of Liu Mengru undeniably lifted the spirits of the Witch Gate members. At first, no one interacted with them, and they thought entering the Full Moon Pavilion might lead to a shameful exit, but unexpectedly, a great beauty, renowned across the land, came to greet them.
Moreover, Liu Mengru herself was exceedingly beautiful and unpretentious, so Chen Qingzhi and Qin Yiren’s good will towards her doubled instantly.
"Sister Liu Mengru, is she the lover of our Senior Brother Ling Chen?" Qin Yiren suddenly asked with a coquettish look in her eyes.
"Don’t talk nonsense, she’s my cousin."
Ling Chen frowned and reproved.
"So what if she’s your cousin? A cousin can also be a lover."
Qin Yiren muttered discontentedly.
"Stop speaking nonsense!"
Hearing this, Ling Chen could only express his helplessness. Indeed, it was not uncommon in the Nine Provinces Land for cousins to eventually marry, as long as they weren’t siblings, it was quite usual.
However, Chen Qingzhi was feeling somewhat relieved now that Liu Mengru wasn’t Ling Chen’s lover, which meant he might have a chance?
"So you’re Ling Chen, your name has nearly become a buzzword in my ears."
At this time, a gentle young woman around her thirties also stepped forward, giving a respectful nod to Ling Chen.
"This is Sister Liu Xuan, a leading figure among the young generation of our Liu Family. She and I studied together at the Taiqing Palace," Liu Mengru introduced.
"I’ve heard much about you."
Ling Chen also cupped his fists. While Liu Xuan’s appearance was not as striking as Liu Mengru’s, only average, her cultivation had already reached the high-level Semi-Holy Level, even surpassing Chen Qingzhi by a notch.
The younger members from the Nine Great Families, though not comparable to the top disciples from the Eight Great Super Sects, were still outstanding and shone brightly in various major sects.
"Ling Chen! Long time no see!"
The Liu Family had just finished their greetings when another group arrived, and the one greeting Ling Chen was a handsome young man.
"Sima Xiaoyao!"
Ling Chen raised an eyebrow, another old acquaintance.
"Brother Ling Chen, hope you’ve been well."
A voluptuous beauty in white walked towards Ling Chen.
"Murong Qingcheng."
Ling Chen recognized the newcomer.
"No wonder Senior Brother Ling Chen knows so many young talents from various families."
Shen Qingzhi, Qin Yiren, and the others were secretly surprised. All these people came for Ling Chen. If he weren’t here today, they would have been truly embarrassed.
But now, their area was far from desolate, and instead became one of the most popular spots in the Full Moon Pavilion.
Now they understood why the Left Guardian Law wanted Ling Chen to bring them to the Nine-Class Conference.
"Looks like this kid has some connections..."
Seeing this, a hint of shadow flashed in Tang Wuxi’s eyes, then he looked at Ling Qianji in front of him and sneered coldly.
"Just a small-time achiever."
Ling Han Ye said disdainfully.
"A traitor can prosper so much, this world is..." Tang Wuxi shook his head, expressing a sense of lament.
"Bang!"
Ling Qianji slammed the wine glass onto the table fiercely, then stood up and walked directly to Ling Chen’s position.
Ling Xue and Ling Han Ye, after a change in expression, quickly followed.
"There’s a good show to watch."
Tang Wuxi curved a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, then gestured to Tang Haotian and Tang Yutong, following the Ling Family crowd.
On Ling Chen’s side, he also saw the approaching Ling Qianji and others, frowning.
He no longer wanted to entangle with the Ling Family people too much.
Ling Qianji glanced at Ling Chen, then swept over the Witch Gate people, "People of the Witch Fiend Sect, this isn’t a place for the likes of you."
"What do you mean?"
Hearing this, Qin Yiren was unhappy, and she responded coldly, "We have invitations granted by Empress Yun Yao, why can’t we come? Besides, my Witch Gate is now on equal footing with your Ling Family, what gives you the right to look down on my Witch Gate?"
"A side-door sect is just a side-door sect. If a traitor hadn’t stolen the Ling Family’s Saint’s Soul Niche, do you think you’d be where you are today?"
Ling Qianji’s face was gloomy, then his gaze fell on Ling Chen, "Am I right, Ling Chen, cousin?"
The reason the Ling Family was now mocked by the Great Families and couldn’t raise its head, and why the Witch Gate could rise, had a single source, and that was Ling Chen.
If it weren’t for the series of things Ling Chen did, the Ling Family would never have suffered such losses.
"Your Excellency is here to provoke, right? Want to fight? I’m always ready to accompany you!"
Chen Qingzhi stood up with a sullen face, glaring angrily at Ling Qianji.
Ling Qianji’s comments about side-door sects could still be endured, but calling Ling Chen a traitor and humiliating him publicly was intolerable!
"Just a side-door sect, do you really think you’re my match?"
Ling Qianji’s eyes suddenly sharpened, his robe fluttered without wind, and an immensely vast Sword Intent burst forth, pressing towards Chen Qingzhi.
As a core disciple of the Sword Casting Villa, even in such a place, he was a star, how could this nameless character be his opponent?
"Who’s afraid of who?"
Chen Qingzhi flipped his palm, and a black spear appeared in his hand. A similarly penetrating spear intent erupted, blocking Ling Qianji’s Sword Intent, tearing small, dense holes.
