C323 Deceiving One's Teacher to Exterminate One's Ancestors
C323 Deceiving One's Teacher to Exterminate One's Ancestors
At this point, Grandma Gui froze, her eyes wide open. A bad feeling came over him.
"Three years? Three years is enough time. "
Han Ling's voice suddenly accelerated. In an instant, a strong gust of wind rushed towards Grandma Gui.
When Grandma Gui turned around, she yelled, "Not good!" He leaped to the side and dodged.
"Han Ling, since you dare to bully Master to exterminate our ancestors …"
Grandma Gui was shocked as she did not expect this bastard to do such a thing.
"I can even kill my brother and father, what's an old woman like you worth?" Han Ling sneered and grabbed him tightly. His gaze swept towards Grandma Gui's shoulder, and his hand struck nothing but air.
When Grandma Gui saw this, she immediately floated into the air with traces of happiness in her heart. The rolling black aura enveloped them and a row of black arrows shot towards Han Ling.
"Humph!" "You overestimate yourself." Han Ling made a grasping motion in the air.
"Buzz!"
A substantial Profound Strength that contained traces of power from heaven and earth. The arrow was crushed into smithereens, and the boundless aura of darkness rushed towards Grandma Gui.
"What?" The power of the world? You actually entered the Profound King? This … How is that possible? "
Seeing this scene, Grandma Gui even had the thought of dying. She could not imagine how deeply Han Ling had hidden himself.
In these past few years, she had even taken on the title of master, but this brat had actually entered Profound King very early.
"Old woman, do you remember what you said the first time you saw me? Demonic cultivator genius? Haha! Since he is a genius, to be able to enter the Profound King from a profound practitioner within four years, what is so special about that. "
Han Ling laughed, stepped forward, and reached for Grandma Gui.
Grandma Gui knew that she was no match for Profound King Expert. She was too weak. Immediately, she turned into a cloud of black fog and dashed out of the room.
"Want to run?" "How can it be that easy?" Han Ling shouted, "Blood Tattoo Talisman..."
A blood-red sigil immediately floated out of Han Ling's hand and imprinted itself onto Grandma Gui's back.
"No …."
Grandma Gui shouted loudly as she faced the blood-red spell. What she did not expect was that the treasure that she gave to Han Ling as a gift in the past had now turned around and killed him.
"Shua!"
The Blood Tattoo Talisman opened its mouth and immediately expanded, forming a blood colored fog that engulfed Grandma Gui within.
In a flash, the blood-red spell returned to its original form and landed in Han Ling's hand.
"Grandma Gui, ah, Grandma Gui, you've done a thousand wrong. You shouldn't have accepted me as your disciple, haha!" Han Ling laughed out loud as he held the sigil in his hand.
When he smiled, his expression gradually froze. His gaze suddenly flashed towards the door of the room.
"Who is it?"
Han Ling grabbed towards the door.
"Chi chi ~!"
"Oooo!"
Two sharp cries sounded from outside the door. Han Ling dashed out of the room in a flash. When he reached the passageway, two fist-sized holes appeared on the door right in front of him.
"Humph!" An insensible prince dares to spy on me, Han Ling. I, Han Ling, will let you know how to write the word "die". " Han Ling said angrily and immediately went back to his room.
Ye Feii was sitting cross-legged in the tent, while the Black Flag Army outside had already gone to sleep.
At this moment, two tiny black figures entered the tent.
Both Little Ice Emperor and Floral Spirit were wearing black tights, covering their entire bodies with black cloth. The moment the two little fellows entered the tent, they immediately sat down, gasping for breath. Her small chest was moving up and down, and her small head was still dripping with sweat.
"What is it? You met a strong enemy? " Ye Feii smiled faintly.
"Chi Chi!"
Little Ice Emperor immediately stood up, his little mouth was open, his eyes were wide open, and his little hands made some gestures as he recounted everything that happened.
"What did you say?" The one behind Han Ling was Grandma Gui? Grandma Gui stole twelve profound spirit Puppeteer from Lord Qin? "Wu Tie killed Grandma Gui just now?"
These stunned sentences came out of Ye Feii's mouth. The meaning expressed by Little Ice Emperor was very clear. As a partner who had worked together for four years, she naturally knew what she meant.
"Chi Chi!"
Little Ice Emperor pursed his lips and nodded. At the same time, he straightened his little finger and looked at Ye Feii nervously.
"Han Ling, the ghost cultivator genius? and even entered the Profound King? "
Ye Feii was completely shocked.
To enter Profound King within four years, compared to himself, a genius. No matter how strong Ye Feii was, he was only at the ninth level of the Profound Spirit Realm, not even at the Profound King.
"Seems like it's getting more and more interesting."
Ye Feii was silent for a while, then he squinted his eyes and smiled evilly.
Floral Spirit and Little Ice Emperor looked at Ye Feii in confusion.
The next day.
Early morning.
Mo Wanchou and Zhou Yu had arrived at the top of the city wall early in the morning. Both of them smiled as they looked at the rows of tents outside the city.
"My lord, how long do you think the Prince's men can hold out outside the city?" Zhou Yu smiled honestly.
After the Association yesterday, all the Gentlemen expressed continuously that regardless of whether it was in an inn, food, water, or any other kinds of supplies, they were not allowed to sell to the Ice King. From the looks of things, it was clear that they had completely chased the Ice King and his Black Flag Army away.
Currently, they were camped outside the city. There was no water or food. There were no residences. As princes, they could faintly see the back of the prince as he left.
"Three days? "This person must leave within three days." Mo Wanchou smiled.
While the two of them were chatting, a large group of people could be seen floating above the sand in the distance outside the city. There were no less than a thousand of them, and they were currently walking towards the Xueyang City without stopping.
"What?" "That is …"
Mo Wanchou opened his eyes wide in shock.
"Not good, it's the Ice King's rescue. It must be his Black Flag Army." Mo Wanchou was immediately scared. Since the Ice King's men had arrived, the first one to be out of luck would definitely be him, the mayor.
Because he was the one who led the rebellion against Ye Feii.
"Hold on, my lord. Then … that isn't Black Flag Army? " Zhou Yu looked over with his sharp eyes.
In the rolling sand, a group of city guards was walking in front, and a group of workers were obviously following behind them.
"City guards and workers? "This is …" Mo Wanchou immediately froze on the spot. He didn't understand what was going on.
Their faces immediately turned red.
"Master, master. "This is bad, there are a lot of soldiers and workers coming from outside the city, they are heading towards our city now."
Han Ling had just walked out of his room and ate a bit of breakfast when a shout came from outside the door.
"Army and workers?" Han Ling immediately put down his breakfast and stood up from his chair.
"Master, what happened?" Hong Yan and Han Ji'er, who were both eating breakfast, stopped eating and turned to look at Han Ling.
"No problem, you guys continue eating." I'll go out and take a look? "
Han Ling ordered with a frown. He followed the servant out of the house.
Big families like the Han Family were all eight in eight, eight out of eight, while the Patriarch lived in the eighth courtyard. Thus, from the eighth courtyard to the outer regions of the clan, one had to walk for at least ten or twenty minutes or even an hour.
When Han Ling reached the door of his house, he heard a series of crisp tinkling sounds. As soon as the door opened, he saw three to four hundred men standing in the middle of the ruins. They were pounding on the ruins with their tools in preparation to rebuild the house. There were around five to six hundred soldiers guarding the ruins.
Seeing this, Han Ling was stunned and his face instantly turned red.
"Good move, really good move!" This prince is truly not simple. "
Han Ling clenched his fist. He knew that he had met an opponent this time.
"Master Han, Master Han!"
At this moment, Mo Wanchou, Zhou Yu and the other Patriarchs of the other families all jogged towards the Han Family.
All of them looked at Han Ling with a flushed face, which took them by surprise. He had never thought that the Ice King would play such a trick.
"Old masters, let's let this matter rest for a while!" I want to see what kind of tricks this prince is trying to pull. " Han Ling's face twitched as he stared at the thousands of people in the ruins.
"Master Han, you mean? This matter was going to be let go just like that? For the prince to continue causing trouble? " Mo Wanchou's heart turned cold. Doesn't this mean that I have to take the blame for everything?
They had originally agreed to everyone's wishes to drive this prince away, and from now on, they would walk their own paths as if nothing had happened in Xueyang City. It's good now, Han Ling told him to keep it up. Wasn't this equivalent to pushing himself into the fire?
He could save the position of the City Lord, and could even be the best man in the city, but... Han Ling started to call it a day, and all the blame was pushed onto him. If this prince wanted revenge, even 100 lives wouldn't be enough to repay him.
Mo Wanchou knew that he was completely finished. He already said that he shouldn't be involved in this sort of thing. Standing in the middle of the group, he fell into the latrine, and all the blame fell onto him.
After Han Ling's words, other than Mo Wanchou, who felt sad, the others all had a bit of joy on their faces. After all, they didn't want to go against a prince. If they could live a peaceful life, it wouldn't be good for them to fight and kill each other.
When Han Ling stopped fighting, Ye Feii began to show off his skills. When they were building the house in the city, another group of people were arranged to be at the place where Wei Wei and his mother were buried.
"Your Highness! What do you say? Build a palace here? " Zhang Xianhan, Yang Cheng, and a few other high-ranking generals of Qingzhou stood together around the grave where Ye Feii's mother was. Next to them was a sedan chair, in which Ye Feii was staying.
"That's right!" From the palanquin came a faint voice, "You can build as many as you want, right? This king will pay for all of the expenses alone, not needing the imperial court to withdraw a single cent. "
Zhang Xianhan froze for a second. The city had built a large ancestral hall, a temple, and a palace in the wilderness. The cost of building a palace was huge. Even the imperial government needed to withdraw a month's worth of tax revenue from a province, but the prince had to pay for it all by himself.