"I see."
After listening to Hong Yue’s explanation of the final selection of candidate martial artists, Ling Xiao nodded.
It seems that during the ti I was away, quite a few things happened in Tianhai City.
Probably I have beco one of those who are missing or presud dead.
"Hong Yue, what’s the point of telling him this? It’s not like he can participate in the White Tiger Summit."
Lan Xue said coldly.
"Oh, what’s wrong with saying it, big brother, let’s go eat, after dinner we can play together. I probably won’t have much ti to spend with you once I’m gone."
Hong Yue pulled Ling Xiao’s hand and walked towards the dining hall.
That night, the night was as calm as water, and everything fell into silence.
Ling Xiao stayed in a simple hut made of straw, and a passage of text was flashing through his mind.
This passage of text was a mory deep in his mind.
This mory originally didn’t belong to him, but he got it by accident.
Ling Xiao wasn’t really concerned with other mories; what he was most worried about now was how to restore his inner strength.
His inner strength apparently hadn’t disappeared, but was instead hidden deep within his cells.
This might be because, after battling the soul of the First Sky Demon King, these inner strengths automatically generated a defense chanism to protect his body from destruction.
But now, these inner strengths, hidden in the depths of the cells, couldn’t be used and were entirely wasted.
In the mories of the otherworld, there was a special cultivation thod that could extract energy from the cells and use it for battle.
To Ling Xiao, if energy could be extracted from within the cells, then there should be no problem in restoring his inner strength.
Thinking of this, he closed his eyes and began to cultivate according to the thod in the mory.
Gradually, he entered a peculiar state.
He could feel the energies hidden within the cells slowly flying out, then re-entering his ridians and returning to where they belonged.
At this mont, he was overjoyed.
He had been trying the sa cultivation thod for days with little success, and unexpectedly, on the seventh day, he finally achieved significant results.
This showed that his efforts over the past few days had not been in vain.
He closed his eyes again and re-entered his cultivation state.
In such a situation, restoring his cultivation level was the most crucial thing.
Martial Vein Realm!
Transcendent Realm!
Heavenly Man Realm!
Cave Heaven Realm!
First Level of Yin-Yang Realm!
Second Level of Yin-Yang Realm!
Third Level of Yin-Yang Realm!
In just one night, Ling Xiao finally restored his cultivation to the Yin-Yang Realm Third Layer, the speed truly astonishing.
"At this rate, give another two days, and I should be able to fully recover, just in ti for the final selection at the White Tiger Summit."
Ling Xiao opened his eyes, looking at the sunlight streaming through the window, feeling quite good.
After a night of cultivation, his spirit felt very fatigued, and he definitely needed to rest.
His soul was also severely damaged after the battle with the First Sky Demon King, so he probably couldn’t use his soul power for combat for a while.
Only the Tai Chi Eye should still be usable.
If it were his pri, he wouldn’t be so exhausted after just one night.
"Aling, get up to work, don’t think you can slack off just because Miss Hong Yue is covering for you."
A robust voice ca from outside the door, belonging to the burly man who saved Ling Xiao that day.
His na is Qin Hu, and his cultivation reached the twelfth level of the Yin-Yang Realm.
Of course, at over forty years old, this cultivation level wasn’t exceptionally high.
But compared to many martial artists, he was definitely considered an absolute powerhouse.
Qin Hu was a decent person, and to prevent Ling Xiao from being snubbed in this small family, he specifically found him a job.
The small family owned an inn in the town, where passing martial artists and travelers liked to rest and eat.
The business was quite good.
Ling Xiao’s job was to serve tea and deliver dishes, essentially a server.
But Ling Xiao didn’t mind such work.
Earning money through his own efforts to gain dignity was also a good choice. After all, since soone saved you, you can’t just freeload.
Perhaps it was because the final selection for candidate martial artists at the White Tiger Summit was about to begin, but the tavern was extraordinarily busy today.
Ling Xiao hustled back and forth, almost wishing he could work like ten people.
While busy, he continued to polish his body movent technique and inner strength.
He was also quite enjoying it.
It wasn’t until close to afternoon that the crowd thinned a bit.
At this mont, a person walked in from outside.
This person, just by standing there, attracted almost everyone’s gaze.
Clearly a man, yet possessing a face that would make won envious.
Dressed in pure white, handso and elegant.
Undoubtedly an exemplary nobleman.
"Waiter, bring wine, the good stuff!"
The young man in white entered the tavern, his eyes not even glancing at others. To say he had his nose in the air, or that he looked down on people, was actually quite appropriate.
Ling Xiao hurriedly placed a pot of wine on the table and said with a smile, "Custor, this is our inn’s finest Willow Leaf Wine, please enjoy. Is there anything else you need?"
"Get lost!"
The young man in white waved his hand, dismissing Ling Xiao, but the words were extrely harsh.
Ling Xiao furrowed his brows, thinking to himself that although this person had an overpowering cultivation level, even more terrifying than Qin Hu, his manners were indeed wanting.
"Who are you telling to get lost?"
Despite his cultivation being not fully restored, Ling Xiao’s temper ensured he wouldn’t swallow this insult: "Apologize imdiately!"
The young man in white glanced at Ling Xiao and laughed: "Apologize to you, a worthless wretch? Listen up, I am Prince White Horse, from the White Horse Kingdom, a vassal state of the Tianhai Empire. I once visited here and had an engagent with Miss Lan Xue.
Since you serve her family, I count as half your master, so what if I tell you to get lost?
That’s granting you face, go get Lan Xue."
"I don’t care if you’re Prince White Horse or Prince Black Horse, if you said sothing wrong, you must apologize."
Ling Xiao said coldly.
"You dog slave who doesn’t understand human words, scram!"
Prince White Horse suddenly slapped towards Ling Xiao.
Ling Xiao squinted his eyes and slid his body sideways about an inch, narrowly avoiding the slap.
Even though his cultivation had only recovered to the Yin-Yang Realm Third Layer, his Tai Chi Eye was still very powerful, allowing him to predict the attack in advance and avoid the slap.
However, unfortunately, while he dodged the slap, he couldn’t avoid the kick that followed from Prince White Horse.
Seeing his slap didn’t send Ling Xiao flying, Prince White Horse was clearly infuriated, feeling embarrassed, and applied considerable force with the kick.
If it were an ordinary martial artist with a third-level Yin-Yang Realm cultivation, they would have been killed on the spot by this kick.
However, Ling Xiao rely wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up.
Although his cultivation wasn’t fully restored, his body was extrely tough, and with so much inner strength still residing in his cells, it wouldn’t be easy for the opponent to kill him.
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